I Really Don't Want to Be an Evil Cultivator

My name is Wang Ransheng, and I have been rejected by thirteen large and small sects. If I don't pass this ninth-level sect today, maybe I will really be a mortal for the rest of my life... During the sect test, the old man frowned. "This talent of yours is tasteless and would be a pity to discard. Alas..." "How about you try other sects? Our sect really has no shortage of disciples." Wang Ransheng nodded dullly. He was so despairing that he instantly lost hope in life. On the way down the mountain. A man in black robe suddenly appeared in front of him. "Boy, you can't even enter a ninth-level sect. Why don't you join my Tianji Demon Sect?" "Our sect doesn't look at talent and physical fitness. It's enough if he is a person with sound limbs." …