Is It Reasonable for Me to Start a Sect at 12?

Although Lin Xiao didn't know exactly what kind of sect this would be, as a seasoned otaku in his past life, he figured it couldn't be anything bad.

So, he immediately confided in his good friend Jiang Youfu, telling him that he was about to establish a sect and asking if he wanted to join.

As Lin Xiao's long-time follower, Jiang Youfu naturally agreed without even asking any questions.

When they reached the forest where they had set traps the previous day, sure enough, they found a small pheasant lying on the ground, struggling occasionally.

The two of them quickly got to work.

After everything was taken care of, the two of them sat in front of a fire, roasting the pheasant.

While adding more wood to the fire, Jiang Youfu asked, "Xiao-ge, what kind of sect is our sect going to be?"

Lin Xiao thought to himself, I've been telling you about this for days, and now you finally ask? You're lucky you ran into me. If it were someone else, you'd be counting money even after being sold.

With a mysterious look, Lin Xiao replied, "You'll find out once the grass hut is built tomorrow."

As they spoke, the pheasant finished roasting, and Lin Xiao quickly tore off a large drumstick and handed it to Jiang Youfu.

"Hurry, eat it while it's hot!" He didn't want to be asked any more questions, especially since the system hadn't activated yet, and he didn't know what kind of sect it would be.

Jiang Youfu immediately grabbed the drumstick, eating it with grease dripping from his mouth and sweat beading on his forehead.

After finishing their meal, Lin Xiao wrapped the remaining drumstick from his half of the pheasant in a lotus leaf and told Jiang Youfu to wait at home for news tomorrow. Then he headed to his grandfather's house.

It was already around three or four in the afternoon. Even after all these years here, he still wasn't used to calculating time by the twelve-hour system.

His older brother, Lin Yun, was probably still at their grandfather's house, learning carpentry.

Although Lin Xiao's grandfather was a simple old farmer, in his younger days, he had apprenticed under a master carpenter in town for quite some time. The master, having no sons of his own, treated Grandfather Lin as half a son and taught him meticulously. Lin Xiao's grandmother was that master carpenter's only daughter.

Many people had wanted to apprentice under her father, but Grandma Lin chose Grandfather Lin at first sight—simply because he was handsome.

Naturally, the master chose the young man his daughter favored as his disciple.

As a result, Grandfather Lin's carpentry skills became quite famous, not just within their village but also in several nearby villages. When people mentioned Master Lin, everyone knew it was him.

However, his two sons were quite capable when it came to farming but had no knack for carpentry. Therefore, Grandfather Lin didn't expect to pass his skills on to his two "foolish" sons, instead placing his hopes on his grandsons.

So, whenever farming wasn't too busy, Lin Lei, the eldest son from the Lin family's main branch, and Lin Yun, the eldest son from the second branch, would learn carpentry from Grandfather Lin.

When Lin Xiao arrived at his grandfather's house, he took a look into the courtyard and, as expected, saw his older brother and cousin learning to shave bamboo strips from their grandfather.

"Grandpa, I'm here to see you!" After greeting his grandfather, Lin Xiao turned to greet his two older brothers.

As soon as Grandfather Lin heard the voice, he knew it was his youngest grandson. He set aside the bamboo strips he was working on and said with a sigh, "You little rascal, where have you been running off to again? It's spring, and the family is so busy, yet you don't help out. All you do is play around... This morning, I heard from your father that you asked him to build you a grass hut. What do you need that for?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiao quickly took out the drumstick he had saved, placed it on the bench in the courtyard, and immediately made a run for it.

"This is a drumstick for you, Grandpa! Heat it up before you eat it, or it'll be too greasy! Oh no, I think I left the stove on at home! Gotta go! See you later, Grandpa!"

Grandfather Lin shook his head as he waved the bamboo strips in his hand, saying, "This kid..."

When Lin Xiao returned home, he saw that there wasn't much work to do. So, he pulled a thin stick from the firewood pile and squatted in the courtyard, doodling on the ground.

"Since it's called the Myriad Worlds Sect Construction System... the focus must be on construction. But I still don't know what kind of sect it's supposed to be... Myriad Worlds... Could it be a cultivation sect? But I haven't heard of anything related to cultivation in this world..."

Lin Xiao scratched his head with the stick.

Xiushui Village was too isolated.

Apart from weddings, funerals, and the monthly market fair, the villagers rarely left the village.

And even the market fair wasn't something everyone went to every time. Only when they had a lot of necessities to buy or some surplus goods to trade did they attend.

As a result, Lin Xiao had no source of information.

He didn't even know the name of the county capital.

All he knew was that their village belonged to Cuifeng Town, and the county seemed to be called Anqun County.

Lin Xiao shook his head and continued thinking.

"It could also be a martial sect or something like that. But no matter what kind of sect it is, there are bound to be some basic constructions needed.

Just having a sect base isn't enough, especially when it's just a grass hut... So there will definitely be more places added later. The space needed can't be too small. I need to choose the location carefully. If the base can't be relocated later, it would be troublesome.

The houses in the village are too close together, so it definitely won't work in the village..."

Lin Xiao glanced at the vast mountains to the north of the village.

This mountain range was huge, and the villagers usually only gathered resources from the outskirts. Except for professional hunters, few people ventured deep into the mountains. If he set the base on the mountainside closest to the village, he might be able to convince his father... right?

"And then, the most important thing for a sect is people. There need to be people to manage it and people to carry out the tasks. A sect must have disciples. I need to start scouting for talent..."

Thinking about this, Lin Xiao began to worry. The kids in the village were either idle troublemakers who never did anything productive, unreliable at best, or hardworking young men who might not be interested in his offer and would instead try to rope him into doing work with them.

I wonder if my older brother would be interested...

And what about Youfu's second brother...

I'll tentatively set these two as my recruitment targets for now.

Everything depends on tomorrow when the grass hut is built!

The next day, before dawn, for the first time ever, Lin Dayou was awakened by his younger son.

In the pitch-dark room, Lin Dayou was groggy, recognizing his youngest son, Lin Xiao, by his voice. He squinted and glanced at the window.

Goodness, the moon was still up and hadn't fully set yet.

This lazy bum, who usually didn't open his eyes until the sun was high in the sky, was waking him up today?

"Are you possessed, getting up in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

In the pitch-black room, all that could be seen was Lin Xiao's bright, spirited eyes. He pulled off Lin Dayou's thin blanket and said:

"Dad! My grass hut!"

"Hey!" As soon as Lin Dayou heard this, his temper flared. "On normal days, I can't drag you out of bed to work, but when it comes to your grass hut, you're all eager, huh? Do you want me to turn you into a grass hut myself?!"