The Sect Leader System

Benton truly loved flying. It was fast and practical and exhilarating. Even though he could do all manner of crazy superhuman things like manipulating gravity and slinging around lightning bolts, zipping through the air on a thin piece of metal made him feel more like he belonged on the pages of a comic book than any of those other abilities.

He had Quickstepped from the palace to several hundred feet in the air about a half mile from the old Righteous Rain Sect grounds, smoothly ejected his flying sword from his spatial ring, used his preternatural coordination and balance to land his feet on the blade, and flew the rest of the way in seconds.

Too cool.

The trip to pick up some more buildings wasn’t as exciting as last time, but it was necessary. He only had housing for a few hundred sect members at present, a number that was almost equaled by his current roster. Considering that his plans were to rapidly expand, he needed more places for his sect members to live.

Luckily, placing the pavilions and a bunch of other structures had freed up storage space, so he was able to quickly acquire two more apartment buildings, a score of single-family houses, and thirty more individual dwellings.

There. His new acquisition of structures would provide housing for another two hundred people or so, enough to last a few months. Since he planned on making more frequent trips back to Vermilion Incomparable Rain Town what with the new branch of his sect and all, he didn’t need to get everything he might ever want at once. Filling the immediate need was fine.

Besides, between Quickstep and flying, the trip from the village was super fast, less than an hour.

Of course, the limiting factor on how much he grabbed wasn’t storage space. It was time. He was eager to get back to his disciples. Leaving them so abruptly on the heels of them suffering such a tragedy didn’t sit right with him.

With the orphanage visited, Fatty Ren and the Qi Gathering cultivators officially recruited into the fold, and the buildings collected, Benton only had one more errand before leaving town, one he considered waiting until the next trip to deal with—dropping more taels off with the money manager supplying Mistress Gong. After all, they should still have plenty of funds.

The only reason he didn’t procrastinate was that he’d specifically told her that he’d take care if it before leaving town, and it wouldn’t do for the sect leader to start breaking his word. Trust was hard to gain and easy to lose.

So reluctantly, he Quickstepped to the house in question and dropped off another couple of thousand silver taels. Feeding and clothing over thirty kids cost a lot, especially when combined with paying Mistress Gong and her assistants, and Benton was starting to run low on cash. Luckily, spirit coins had value, and the money manager indicated he’d have no problems converting them into something easier to spend.

Benton handed him a fist full of coins containing a thousand qi each of a random aspect.