Chapter 318: Shen Yue and the Myriad Yin Cult

“Just one son? What a pity.”

Li Qingqiu muttered to himself; Jia Ming’s son was too young to enter the sect, so he couldn’t see the boy’s personal panel.

Even if he couldn’t see it, he felt that the more descendants Jia Ming had, the more likely the destiny of the ancestor of the immortal emperor would be passed down.

Li Qingqiu looked forward to the ancestor of the immortal emperor; for someone to be called an Immortal Emperor, they were certainly not simple.

But he was in no hurry; it was enough to let the ancestor of the immortal emperor become a hope for the Qingxiao Sect.

“Why is it a pity?”

Chu Jing asked in confusion; although he worked by Li Qingqiu’s side, he could never quite fathom Li Qingqiu’s intentions.

Many of the people Li Qingqiu paid attention to were unfathomable to him.

In the Sect Leader’s eyes, those brilliant geniuses didn’t seem to attract him; instead, he often thought of those low-level Disciples.

Yet those low-level Disciples always managed to rise, leaving Chu Jing completely baffled.

He could only attribute it to Li Qingqiu’s unique vision, which was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

In any case, he was certain of one thing: Li Qingqiu would not be wrong—at least he hadn’t been so far—so he was willing to trust all of Li Qingqiu’s judgments.

“It’s nothing. Anyway, continue to have people keep an eye on the Jia Clan. There’s no need to help them specifically, just ensure they aren’t made things difficult for.” Li Qingqiu shook his head and said.

He wouldn’t pay attention to geniuses who had already grown up, just like his Disciples; under the system currently established by the Qingxiao Sect, famous geniuses would only receive more and more resources, without him needing to speak personally.

Therefore, he cared more about those geniuses who had not yet been discovered.

They didn’t necessarily have to be geniuses; if they had a specialty, Li Qingqiu would also make secret arrangements.

The current Qingxiao Sect was open to the entire Nine Provinces World, and the probability of geniuses appearing was also increasing; Disciples who could pass the entrance examination at least had something unique on the surface.

As the saying goes, talent from a single county can rule the world. Everyone actually has their own strengths, but most people find it difficult to discover their own specialties. Li Qingqiu, who possessed the dao lineage panel, was equivalent to having a Heavenly Eye, and he himself enjoyed the feeling of unearthing geniuses and talents.

“Okay.”

Chu Jing agreed; he had always done it this way, so he didn’t find it troublesome.

Rumble—

Thunder echoed from afar; someone was Undergoing Tribulation.

It was Li Qingqiu’s fifth Junior Brother, Wu Maner. Li Qingqiu only took a glance and wasn’t worried.

Wu Maner’s cultivation speed wasn’t slow, just not as fast as the first-rate geniuses of the sect; he had been steady and solid along the way.

Once he stepped into the Spiritual Consciousness Realm, Li Qingqiu would help Li Dongyue move up as well.

As he grew older, he began to focus some of his attention on his Junior Brother and Junior Sister; he didn’t want to have regrets later.

Chu Jing sighed with emotion: “There are more and more Spiritual Consciousness Realm Cultivators in the sect. I think we can explore towards the west. The Azure Dragon Domain is furthest from us, and going south makes it easy to run into Ziyang Island. So, only developing towards the west is the way out. Moreover, the Western Border Dangerous Land has continuous high mountains, which must hide many treasures and ruins, just like that Ghost City before.”

Li Qingqiu nodded and said, “Wait another two years before letting the Disciples explore the Western Border.”

Constant withdrawal cannot lead to long-term development; whether it was to the west or the south, the Qingxiao Sect would have to take that step sooner or later.

“Two years?”

Chu Jing was secretly puzzled. Could it be that the Sect Leader wanted to wait for the Dharma Battle Assembly to end before slowly making arrangements?

He did not know Li Qingqiu’s cultivation progress, and Jiang Zhaoxia, Zhang Yuchun, and others would not reveal it to anyone else either.

The two chatted for a while longer and then went their separate ways.

Li Qingqiu now only wanted to reach the Heaven-Reaching Sunlight Realm quickly; only by reaching that level of Realm would he be confident enough to carry out more plans.

The world was vast, and flying snow covered the sky.

Beneath a high mountain, a figure slowly walked out of a snow-covered forest.

It was Shen Yue. His clothing was no different from a few months ago—white clothes and a black shirt, wearing a bamboo hat—only his clothes had a few more damaged spots.

He raised his head and looked forward. When he saw a vast and boundless snow plain, a smile finally appeared on his face.

“Finally out. It’s been almost a year.”

Shen Yue murmured to himself. He had traveled through wind and rain, yet it still took him this long to walk out of the Western Border Dangerous Land, which showed just how vast the Western Border Dangerous Land was.

It only took him two days to get from Qingxiao Mountain to the Western Border, but once he arrived at the Western Border Dangerous Land, he did not dare to recklessly use the sword-riding flight technique; he had to preserve his Origin Qi to face combat at any time.

The process was just as he had expected; demons, ghosts, and monsters appeared one after another, and he even encountered several Cultivators of different origins.

He had been injured and poisoned, but fortunately, he had pulled through it all.

Recalling the experiences of the past year, Shen Yue did not feel tired; instead, he looked forward even more to the encounter with Yin Jingxing.

Even across thousands of mountains and rivers, the Sect Leader wanted to find Yin Jingxing; just how strong must his natural talent be?

In this past year, Shen Yue had not been without gains; his Sword Intent had been continuously strengthening, and he had also gained some insight into his own sword dao.

As the Sword God, he had his own pride. Facing the powerful rise of the younger geniuses in the sect, he couldn’t be without pressure, but he would only transform that pressure into fighting spirit.

Shen Yue took out the Jade Slip, checked the route, and then continued forward.

Stepping on the snow, the footprints he left were covered in less than ten breaths of time. Ahead was a snow plain with no visible end, and behind were great mountains, standing there like heavenly walls, full of pressure amidst the sky full of snow and mist.

Shen Yue seemed to be walking towards a new world, the wind and snow unable to suppress his figure.

Moving forward all the way.

About an hour passed, and finally, sunlight spilled down. Shen Yue saw an ice lake ahead, with a row of trees by the lake.

On those trees sat several figures, clearly having waited for a long time.

Shen Yue was not intimidated by this but walked towards them head-on.

“Killing my Myriad Yin Cult Disciples, do you know what your end will be?”

A cold voice came from ahead. After hearing it, Shen Yue did not answer.

The Cultivator who had previously manipulated Demonic Beasts to attack him was from the Myriad Yin Cult. Before dying, he had even used the Myriad Yin Cult to threaten him. Unfortunately, he didn’t fall for that.

From the moment the other party brought up the name of their power, Shen Yue knew that there would be no shortage of subsequent trouble.

If there’s trouble, then solve it.

Since the time he ventured into the Jianghu, what Shen Yue feared least were grudges.

In his eyes, the cultivation world was no different from the Jianghu, only that the power was stronger.

Seeing Shen Yue still daring to approach, those Myriad Yin Cult Cultivators waiting in the trees dropped to the ground one after another. They each took out their Magical Artifacts and walked towards Shen Yue.

The Myriad Yin Cult Cultivators were in the sunlight, while Shen Yue was still under the clouds and mist—one side bright, the other dark, as if good and evil were about to clash.

The old year passed, and the New Year arrived.

The Qingxiao Sect began its annual bustle once again, as more and more Disciples returned to the sect, making each peak extremely lively.

Li Qingqiu rarely refrained from cultivating; he began to wander around the sect, visiting various halls.

There were more and more courtyards on Qingxiao Mountain, and the buildings were being constructed higher and higher, so that whenever Li Qingqiu visited any hall—

—or department, he would have to stay for several hours, as each department was also being built larger and larger.

With the Lesser Heavenly Cycle Luo Formation, the Disciples’ sense of security greatly increased, and they were even more relaxed during the festival, with laughter and joy everywhere.

Li Qingqiu, however, felt that more Disciples still needed to be dispatched to be responsible for guarding the Lesser Heavenly Cycle Luo Formation, as well as internal patrols; they couldn’t rely entirely on the Lesser Heavenly Cycle Luo Formation.

A few days later.

The large bell in front of the Xuanxin Hall was rung. All True Disciples in the Taikun Mountain Range felt the Origin Qi fluctuations from within their qingxiao tokens, and they immediately took them out.

“In one hour, all True Disciples are to assemble at the Xuanxin Hall for discussion!”

The Xuanxin Hall was the largest palace built by the Qingxiao Sect. Only major sect matters would be discussed in the Xuanxin Hall. This made the True Disciples in the sect not dare to be careless, and they all put down what they were doing and rushed towards Qingxiao Mountain.

Along the way, the True Disciples also discussed with each other what it might be about.

In fact, many people had already guessed that it was the ten great true monarchs seats.

According to the timeline, the ten-year period had arrived, and the Sect Leader should determine the positions of the True Monarchs.

The Xuanxin Hall was located below the Lingxiao Courtyard. This palace was grand and magnificent; standing at the foot of the mountain, one could see the sharp edges of the palace.

One by one, the True Disciples walked through the main gates, all attracted by the sight inside the hall.

The hall’s pillars had become even more massive, with the top and bottom bases being gold, while the pillars themselves were painted with a special red pigment. The floor was covered with a layer of special Ore, which could reflect the Disciples’ figures, making them feel as if they were walking on the surface of a lake.

And from the ceiling hung huge Spirit Stones, like many suns, radiating intense light.

The Disciples were all stunned by the renovated Xuanxin Hall. Walking in such a hall, they could feel the sect’s foundation and Aura.

The hall was vast, making the Disciples feel as if they were walking on a martial arts field.

Every Disciple who just entered would widen their eyes.

Hu Yan was the same. He knew that the Tiangong Hall had been renovating the Xuanxin Hall, but he just didn’t expect it to be renovated so grandly; he actually had a feeling of stepping into the heavenly Realm.

Zhang Yuchun, Zhu Yan, Chai Yunshang, and a group of other hall masters stood on the steps, watching the Disciples approach from a distance. The Disciples’ reactions made them very satisfied.

True Man Qingxiao stood below the steps, looking around, and sighed with emotion: “I really didn’t expect the Qingxiao Sect I founded to become like this. I even suspect I’m dreaming.”

Zhang Yu smiled at his side and said, “Although you founded it, all of this has nothing to do with you; it’s all the Sect Leader’s credit.”

“Do I need you to remind me?” True Man Qingxiao glared at Zhang Yu and said irritably.

Wei Tianxiong stood to one side, looking quite composed. Such a Xuanxin Hall still couldn’t enter his Dharma Eye; it was far inferior to the Shenyuan Cult.

However, it finally looked a bit like a cultivation sect.

He had some complaints about Li Qingqiu always sitting around in the Lingxiao Courtyard for discussions; of course, he didn’t dare say these words in front of Li Qingqiu.

Yang Jueding looked at the increasing number of Disciples coming, his heart also filled with emotion.

These were only the True Disciples, yet there were so many.

Thinking back to when he joined the Qingxiao Sect, there were only a few buildings, and the number of Disciples was even more pitifully small.

Even though he had accompanied the Qingxiao Sect all the way, looking back at the past, he also felt like it was a dream.

He would never forget that night when Li Qingqiu hunted down the Seven Peaks Alliance Martial Artists and even rushed to the Seven Peaks Alliance alone. At that time, it was the first time he felt fear towards a youth.

Now, the youth who made him feel fear had brought peace to the world and hope for cultivation to countless people.