Chapter 39 The Lucky One, the Fifth Level

Before evening, Li Qingqiu gathered all the Disciples and announced that Jiang Zhaoxia would form the Thirteen Sword厉, which excited the Disciples greatly. They all looked at Jiang Zhaoxia with anticipation.

This person was the most powerful individual in the Qingxiao Sect, and also second in the Martial Forest. Cultivating under him would surely lead to great achievements.

Moreover, the Thirteen Sword厉 sounded formidable. Currently, the Qingxiao Sect only had the Seven Sons of Qingxiao with a reputation. Now, with the addition of the Thirteen Sword厉, how could the Disciples not be excited?

Li Qingqiu watched Jiang Zhaoxia pick people. When Jiang Zhaoxia had finished picking twelve people, he suddenly spoke, pointing to a Disciple and saying, “Third Junior Brother, give the last spot to him.”

The Disciple pointed to by Li Qingqiu was named Xue Jin. He was sixteen years old this year, with an ordinary appearance and an unremarkable height, making him very inconspicuous in the crowd.

Xue Jin was stunned when Li Qingqiu pointed at him. He subconsciously looked around, thinking the Sect Leader was pointing at someone in front or behind him.

Jiang Zhaoxia looked at Xue Jin and frowned slightly. He had no impression of Xue Jin; by all appearances, this child did not seem like a promising talent.

Li Qingqiu saw his doubt and continued with a smile, “I can feel that he has unlimited potential and will be a good helper for you in the future.”

Xue Jin was the only one among the new Disciples whose Aptitude and Comprehension Ability reached the ‘relatively good’ level. After joining the School, his loyalty increased very quickly, so Li Qingqiu felt confident in putting him forward.

The words ‘relatively good’ might not seem as impressive as Xu Ning or Jiang Zhaoxia’s natural talent, but within the Qingxiao Sect, it was definitely considered Genius.

The twelve people Jiang Zhaoxia picked himself were all inferior to Xue Jin.

Hearing Li Qingqiu’s words, Xue Jin felt both excited and moved, even having an urge to shed tears.

The Sect Leader actually paid attention to him?

Yang Jueding, Cheng Canghai, Li Sifeng, and others standing by also curiously observed Xue Jin. Li Qingqiu rarely praised Disciples like this, and with Xu Ning as a precedent, everyone subconsciously developed expectations.

Could this child really be extraordinary?

Jiang Zhaoxia relented, “Since that’s the case, then I will trust Senior Brother.”

He beckoned to Xue Jin, signaling him to step forward. Afterward, he left with the selected Thirteen Sword厉.

The Disciples who were not chosen were all a bit disappointed, yet at the same time, they anticipated how great the achievements of the Thirteen Sword厉 would be in the future.

Li Qingqiu dismissed the Disciples. At this moment, Li Sifeng approached him, chuckling, “Second Senior Brother has the Seven Sons of Qingxiao, and Third Senior Brother now has the Thirteen Sword厉. Can I also form a group with a reputation?”

Li Qingqiu glanced at him and asked, “What reputation?”

“The Nine Ghosts of Qingxiao, how about it?”

“That doesn’t sound good. Think of something else.”

Li Qingqiu gave him an eye-roll, then walked towards the mountain gate.

Li Sifeng immediately caught up and began to pester him.

Although Li Qingqiu did not agree to Li Sifeng, Li Sifeng’s words did inspire him. If his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters each led a group of Disciples, passing down the Legacy from generation to generation, wouldn’t it form a power structure in the future?

Wu Maner was not suitable to lead Disciples, and Li Sifeng was too erratic, so he wouldn’t work either.

Li Qingqiu decided to let Li Dongyue and Li Sijin select a group of Disciples.

Li Dongyue’s Rejuvenating Ghost Immortal Needle naturally included medical skills. Even without Origin Qi, it could increase understanding of Acupoints and blood circulation. In the future, she could help treat Disciples in the School and those who came to the mountain seeking medical help.

Li Sijin could teach talisman-making. Even if they weren’t true immortal Cultivation talismans, they could be used to earn money. There are many worldly people seeking peace of mind, especially once the Qingxiao Sect’s reputation spreads.

After making the decision, that evening, Li Qingqiu called Li Dongyue to discuss the matter.

Li Dongyue was very happy about this. She had wanted to do this for a long time, but was afraid Li Qingqiu would not allow the Rejuvenating Ghost Immortal Needle to be taught externally… Early the next morning, Li Dongyue went to select Disciples. Although the commotion was not as great as Jiang Zhaoxia’s, it still caused the Disciples to discuss.

Ultimately, Li Dongyue selected nine Disciples: seven females and two males.

As for Li Sijin, she didn’t want to bother with it for now and wanted to wait two years before taking on Disciples. Li Qingqiu naturally had no objections; as long as his Junior Sister had a plan in mind, he would support her no matter what.

On this day, Zhang Yuchun led people down the mountain. This time, he didn’t just take Huang Shan and Yu Lin, but all of the Seven Sons of Qingxiao for a joint experience. Li Qingqiu, feeling uneasy, arranged for Li Sifeng to accompany them.

Zhang Yuchun’s martial arts were not too strong. In the current world, Li Qingqiu would worry about his safety.

Half a month later, Zhang Yuchun and the others returned. This time, they actually recruited twenty-three new Disciples.

The number of Disciples in the Qingxiao Sect suddenly exceeded eighty!

Li Qingqiu personally met these Disciples, offered a few words of encouragement, and then had Li Dongyue arrange their lodging.

In the past year, several new courtyards had been built below the new one. Although somewhat simple, they were sufficient for these Disciples to live in.

Li Qingqiu opened the dao lineage panel and scanned it. There were no outstanding individuals in Cultivation Aptitude or Comprehension Ability, but one person’s fate seemed a bit special.

【Lucky One: Always prone to good fortune, lasting throughout life】

This child, named Bai Ninger, was only thirteen years old this year. He was small and thin, with dark skin, completely unnoticeable in the crowd.

“Lucky One” was too conceptual; it could lead to infinite imaginings, or it might not be that exaggerated at all, especially since Bai Ninger’s Cultivation Aptitude and Comprehension Ability were both mediocre.

He still needed to be observed.

Li Qingqiu merely glanced at Bai Ninger and did not make any special arrangements for him, nor did he inquire about him with Zhang Yuchun.

With twenty-three more Disciples in the Qingxiao Sect, the labor demand pressure in various construction sites and industry locations was alleviated under Zhang Yuchun’s arrangements.

Heavy snow fell, and the mountains were enveloped in a vast expanse of white.

On a mountaintop, Li Qingqiu and Qin Ye sat side by side in meditation. The wind and snow were dispersed by the Spiritual Qi around them.

Qin Ye slowly opened his eyes and sighed, “Master, this Hunyuan Scripture is truly profound and very suitable for my Ten Thousand Army Demon Subduing Staff. Just by mentally practicing, I’ve gained many insights.”

It was rare to Cultivate with his Master, and he was very happy, feeling that his Master was becoming more and more affectionate towards him.

“You are still only on the first layer. Only when you reach the second layer can you truly unleash the power of the Ten Thousand Army Demon Subduing Staff.”

Li Qingqiu said with his eyes closed. Qin Ye nodded, but inwardly felt that the second layer of the Hunyuan Scripture would be difficult to achieve, wondering how many years it would take him.

“Are you trying to avenge Wu Baoyu?” Li Qingqiu suddenly asked.

Qin Ye was startled, his expression turning solemn. He gritted his teeth and said, “Senior Wu died too tragically. I must clear his name and avenge him.”

“Clearing his name is fine, after all, he passed on his Legacy to you. But as for avenging him, aren’t you being a bit presumptuous?” Li Qingqiu said in a calm tone.

Qin Ye turned his head to look at him, his expression somewhat incredulous, not understanding why his Master would hurt him like this.

Li Qingqiu continued, “Did Senior Wu ask you to avenge him?”

“No, but he must have been afraid that I wouldn’t be able to…”

“Then do you remember what he said when he taught you martial arts?”

“He said many things, I remember them all.”

“Do you think that in his heart, was hatred more important, or the stability of the empire?”

“This…”

Qin Ye suddenly didn’t know how to answer, because Wu Baoyu had once said that he hoped Qin Ye would join the army and protect the Great Li Dynasty.

“If you kill the emperor, do you know the consequences?” Li Qingqiu continued to ask.

Qin Ye’s face changed from green to red. Although he was young, he understood these great principles: if the emperor died, the world would surely fall into chaos.

“I will not stop you from seeking revenge, but I hope you consider whether Senior Wu imparted martial arts to you or his spirit. There are many ways to avenge. I hope you place the common people of the world in the most important position, and then talk about revenge on that basis.”

Li Qingqiu spoke earnestly, his eyes remaining closed throughout.

Qin Ye fell into deep thought.

Li Qingqiu felt that the role of Master was very important; it shouldn’t just be about simply passing on skills. While Qin Ye was still young and hadn’t experienced worldly hardships, he had to correct Qin Ye’s views to prevent this boy from going to extremes.

After a while.

Qin Ye looked up at Li Qingqiu and asked curiously, “Master, is the Qingxiao Sect’s martial arts Cultivation about taking the protection of the world as its responsibility?”

When the matchmaker committed suicide, Li Qingqiu’s words were very cold. Many Disciples had discussed it privately, and he always remembered it, so he always felt that his Master didn’t seem like a person of great kindness and benevolence.

“The world is too vast, that goal is too abstract. But the Qingxiao Sect will protect those who support us along the way, just like the villagers down the mountain. They help us build the School, help us Cultivate farmlands, and send us food. Shouldn’t we protect them? The Qingxiao Sect will continue to grow stronger, and those who help us will also increase. If one day, the entire world supports us, then we should protect the world.”

Li Qingqiu’s words suddenly enlightened Qin Ye. He suddenly felt that the path the Qingxiao Sect was taking became clear.

Self-improvement without losing benevolence and righteousness, valuing one’s own interests, but not ignoring gratitude.

The long-accumulated frustration in Qin Ye’s heart began to dissipate. He realized how ridiculous his past self had been, not understanding Senior Wu’s will, only immersed in hatred.

Recalling the past, he found that his relationship with the other five Qin Family Disciples had become estranged, let alone his relationship with other Disciples.

As the Sect Leader’s Disciple, he shouldn’t be like this.

While Li Qingqiu was teaching Qin Ye, Jiang Zhaoxia was doing the same.

Jiang Zhaoxia was not only teaching sword techniques, but also instilling the philosophy of the Thirteen Sword厉. He wanted the Thirteen Sword厉 to prioritize the Qingxiao Sect’s interests and to eliminate all threats to the Qingxiao Sect.

This winter was colder than previous years, but the Qingxiao Sect Disciples’ hearts were fervent and full of fighting spirit… After the New Year, when the hustle and bustle of the Qingxiao Sect had not yet subsided, Li Qingqiu welcomed a joyous event: he successfully made a Breakthrough to the Nourishing Origin Realm, Fifth Layer!

He didn’t tell anyone about this. He planned to try his best not to show himself, only acting when the Qingxiao Sect was in danger, leaving the role of the strongest on the surface to others.

Reaching the fifth layer, his Origin Qi doubled in growth. He finally experienced the feeling of profound power that people in the Martial Forest spoke of. Now, when casting Spells, he didn’t have to be as frugal as before.

After the New Year, Li Dongyue’s medical business opened. A merchant brought his daughter up the mountain, seeking treatment.

His daughter had a strange illness that no famous doctor could cure. It often flared up. He had accidentally heard that the Qingxiao Sect could treat difficult and complicated diseases, so he came to try his luck.