I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1327 1331: How Many Positions Are Available in This Recruitment?

In a corner of the Stigma Continent, a Saint emerged from the void, his clothes tattered and appearing somewhat disheveled, even bearing a few scars on his body. However, the expression on his face was full of excitement because he had just emerged from the cave of an ancient Saint.
Ancient Saints were incomparable to modern Saints; they possessed powerful ancient martial arts along with various other skills, and almost every ancient Saint was proficient in a variety of skills.
"I've made a nice haul this time!" In his hand was a scroll with an ancient pill recipe recorded on it, describing an elixir called the Revered Spirit Yang Xuan Pill. The function of this elixir was quite straightforward and brutal: it could directly boost the Saint Realm martial artist's strength by one level in a short time and significantly increase the chances of advancing to a Demigod!
Not only that, but in that ancient Saint's cave, he also found two complete sets of medicinal materials!
It seemed he originally intended to make the Revered Spirit Yang Xuan Pill himself but must have encountered some accident. In the end, not only did he fail in alchemy, but he also silently perished in that cave.
Filled with excitement, he immediately began contacting several Saint-Level Alchemists on the Stigma Continent with the scroll in hand.
But those alchemists, after reading the pill recipe, all shook their heads. The techniques in ancient pill recipes were very different from modern ones. They could attempt it, but the success rate was very low, not even necessarily reaching 10%. With such a probability, the materials for the two elixirs were basically considered wasted.
Moreover, despite the low success rate, the compensation the other party demanded was astronomical, making him constantly curse inwardly with 'mmp', yet he dared not voice it, which was truly aggravating.
It's not that he was unwilling to take risks and spend money—a 10% chance to directly elevate his level and greatly increase the chance of becoming a Demigod was already incredible.
The only thing that concerned him was that one of the medicinal ingredients was almost extinct on the Stigma Continent. If these two sets of materials were used up, even with this scroll, he would have no further opportunity, so he hoped to maximize the success rate.
"Forget it, I'll go home and rest for a few days, gather a few old friends for a drink!" With plenty of time ahead, he wasn't in a hurry. He opened his friendship list in his intelligence system, intending to catch up over drinks with some friends.
"Wow, so many emails?" There was no signal in that cave, and his inbox now had tens of thousands of emails and messages.
"Help me filter out the important ones!" he instructed his intelligence system.
[Dear Duke, I have filtered the results and found 12 messages particularly important for you. Please read them promptly.]
Duke opened the first email, which was from a little fellow he encountered on his travels. On a whim, he took him as a disciple and taught him some martial arts. Now, this disciple had reached the age of marriage, and the email was an invitation.
However, the date had already passed, and there was no time to make it even if he left right away.
"Arrange a gift for the little guy and have it sent directly to his home!"
[Yes, Master.]
"Exploring the Demigod's Secret Realm? This sounds interesting. Reply saying I will participate!"
...
"Hmm? An email from that old fellow, Huang Poji?" Duke noticed a familiar name.
He knew Huang Poji before breaking through to the Saint Realm; they had once ventured through various secret realms together, and their friendship was forged through life and death, making him one of the people Duke wanted to invite for drinks.
Besides this email, Huang Poji had also sent several communication requests, which Duke had missed.
"How urgent! I really want to see what's going on!" Duke opened the email, which contained little information aside from a recruitment notice.
"Ritian International Culture and Martial Arts School… just sounds third-rate…" Nonetheless, since it came from Huang Poji, Duke patiently read a few more lines. When he did, his shock was immeasurable.
Due to expansion needs, Ritian International Culture and Martial Arts School urgently needed to recruit a group of Saints as honorary professors. This was a full-time position entitling all full-time benefits, requiring no classroom attendance, just showing up when the school needed them.
Benefits included:
1. An annual salary of no less than 100 trillion Sacred Gold
2. One of the following benefits every 100 years: an Alchemy Coupon for a Saint Grade Elixir (the school will make any Saint Grade Elixir for you, with materials provided by you); or a Holy Soldier Forging Coupon, rules same as the Alchemy Coupon
3. The right to learn one Saint Grade cultivation technique or martial art
4. A 'Hitman' coupon: As the school's honorary professor, you represent the school's face. If you need support, under reasonable conditions, the school may provide you with henchmen.
5. The chance to bend the rules once every 100 years, sending someone for advanced studies at Ritian International Culture and Martial Arts School
6. Free travel on all transportation across the Stigma Continent
...
There were over two to three dozen detailed benefits in total, making Duke dizzy, but the second point caught his eye—an Alchemy Coupon every 100 years for guaranteed Saint Grade Elixir production; how much confidence did that require?
Seeing this, Duke suddenly felt hot all over, a heat born out of excitement.
He immediately searched online for news about Ritian International Culture and Martial Arts School, but the result filled him with anxiety—this clearly seemed like a problematic school, even now thrust into the spotlight for criticism.
Currently, dozens of top schools were already joining forces to sanction Ritian International Culture and Martial Arts School, and the confrontation was set for a month later; in all likelihood, this school would soon be history.
"Huang Poji!" Duke promptly contacted Huang Poji, who answered immediately, "What's this message you sent me? Are you messing with me? A disappearing school, you think it's funny?"
"Bro! Not fair to say that; would I scam you? Those idiots don't realize the school's true potential!" Huang Poji replied without getting upset. Without Zhang Menglong's insight, he would have likely dismissed such messages as a joke too.
"Explain then?"
"Check the Heaven Rankings!"
"Heaven Rankings?" Duke opened the Heaven Rankings, the power ceiling ranking for martial artists on the Stigma Continent, where both Duke and Huang Poji, in the First Realm of Saints, ranked over ten thousand.
Yet now, he found Huang Poji's name within the top ten thousand!
This likely meant Huang Poji had already advanced to the Second Realm of Saints!
"How did you achieve that?" Duke recalled their strengths were once similar, but now...
"Recently encountered some fortune, related to what I sent you today!" Huang Poji shared his story with Zhang Menglong, and Duke's expression shifted from calm to astonished.
...
"So the principal of this school is that Zhang Menglong you mentioned?"
"Yes, in a few hours, he can mass-produce Saint Pill batches, all of high quality. In days, he can easily create thousands of Saint Pills; do you still doubt?"
"… How many does their system recruit?" Duke seemed restless.
"No limit, but the principal says you must pass a written test and an interview; proper processes must stick," Huang Poji said, "I've already completed mine; hurry up, the deadline is near!"