The Rise of the Sect: I am the most persistent person in the world of immortal cultivation

Three days later, the Bihu Ze meeting hall was packed.

Not only were all the top leaders of Feitianmen present, but also all the leaders of the major families under its jurisdiction were present.

Ye Yang sat at the head and looked around at everyone.

Many elders from subordinate families and younger disciples in the sect were seeing this Taoist master for the first time and were quite nervous.

They stood still with bated breath, the morning mist floating on the water made the figure of the Taoist master look like an immortal in a painting. The Taoist charm lingering around him even caused the magic weapons they carried to tremble slightly, as if they were paying homage to a king.

They even breathed very lightly, for fear of disturbing this dreamlike scene.

"I have called you all together today to determine the details of the water vein development."

Ye Yang waved his sleeves, and a huge water vein map floated in the air. The map clearly marked the connection route between Tongtian River and East China Sea, as well as important nodes along the way.

"The Water Palace will be built here."

Ye Yang pointed to a bay in the East China Sea.

"We are not the only ones participating in the development this time. There are also demon forces from the East China Sea. However, the control of the route must be firmly in the hands of Feitianmen."

The head of the Zhang family stood up.

“Daozu, my Zhang family has three hundred years of shipping experience and is willing to be responsible for the transportation of the Tongtian River section.

"Daozu!"

A red-faced man nearby quickly retorted.

"Although the Zhang family has extensive shipping experience, they only sank two large ships last year! This job should be handed over to our Cheng family!"

Seeing that the argument was about to escalate, Ye Yang knocked on the table lightly. Although the sound was not loud, it made everyone quiet down instantly.

"The shipping rights are only in the hands of Feitianmen, you..."

Hearing Ye Yang say this, the place suddenly became quiet.

After the meeting, Yan Qingying walked to Ye Yang with a heavy face and said, "Brother, I just received news that many sects along the Tongtian River have sent people to the East China Sea."

Ye Yang's expression remained unchanged: "As expected. Pass the order down, increase the forces along the coast and strengthen the vigilance.

"in addition."

He paused.

"Notify all docks to strictly check all monks coming and going."

The mornings at Bihu Lake are always filled with moist water vapor.

Fang Han squatted on the bluestone slab beside the dock, gnawing on half a cold, hard steamed bun, his eyes fixed on the spirit boat that was unloading in the distance.

The three large gilded characters "Feitianmen" on the hull sparkled in the morning sun, making his eyes sore.

"What are you daydreaming about? Go help unload the goods!"

The manager, Old Wu, kicked him on the butt, and Fang Han almost spit out the bun in his mouth.

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away!"

Fang Han swallowed the spiritual food in three or two mouthfuls and trotted towards the dock.

His worn straw sandals made a squeaking sound as he stepped on the slippery wooden boards.

Ever since the news of Feitian Gate opening up the water veins spread, the Bihu Ze Wharf has become more and more lively day by day.

In the past, independent cultivators like Fang Han would be driven away even if they approached the dock, but now they can earn a few spirit stones by selling their labor.

Although I feel tired and have back pain every day, it is much better than the days when I had no idea where to start.

"Be careful! This box contains corals from the East China Sea. If they break, I won't be able to pay for it even if I sell you off!"

A guard shouted sternly, frightening Fang Han so much that his hands shook and he almost dropped the box.

Fang Han nodded and bowed repeatedly, carefully moving the box. Through the gaps in the wooden box, he saw a faint rainbow of light coming out from inside.

Is this the legendary fluorescent coral from the East China Sea? It is said that a piece the size of a fingernail can be sold for several spiritual stones. How much is this box worth?
If this box of corals was given to him, I'm afraid he would be able to break through the warrior realm and become a senior in the cultivation world.

"Have you heard? Feitianmen is going to build a water palace in the East China Sea and is recruiting people!" The two porters nearby whispered.

"Is it true? What are the conditions?"

"It seems that you need to be proficient in water. The salary is very good, thirty spirit stones a month!"

Fang Han’s ears perked up.

I have heard this news more than once during this period of time.

In addition to these thirty spirit stones, you can also purchase Water Palace specialties on a priority basis.

His heart suddenly began to move.

Thirty spiritual stones! He worked so hard that he could not earn more than ten in a month. Moreover, he grew up by the Tongtian River and was famous for his good swimming ability.

"Where do I sign up?" Fang Han couldn't help but interrupt.

The two glanced at him, and one of them sneered, "You? Feitianmen is recruiting elite soldiers, at least above the sixth level of Tongqi. Are you qualified?"

Fang Han suddenly wilted.

He was only at the fifth level, and he managed to break through only by saving up some spirit stones due to the heavy work at the dock recently.

"but."

The man changed the subject.

"I heard that they are short of manpower and the conditions have been relaxed. If you really want to try, go to the recruitment office on the south bank of Bihu Lake tomorrow and try your luck."

The next day, before dawn, Fang Han crawled out in the dark.

He carefully wrapped up the five spirit stones he had saved and stuffed them into his arms, then checked the harpoon on his waist again - this was his only magical weapon, although it was not even the lowest level.

Hundreds of people have gathered on the south bank of Bihu Lake.

Fang Han squeezed in the crowd, listening to the discussions of the people around him, and his heart sank little by little. Most of the applicants were cultivators at the sixth or seventh level of Tongqi, and there were even a few masters at the fifth level. With his cultivation level, he might not even pass the preliminary selection.

"quiet!"

A loud shout was heard, and the crowd immediately quieted down. A monk wearing the Feitian Sect's standard black robe stood on a makeshift platform, with more than a dozen disciples in the same attire standing behind him.

"Today we are recruiting reserve members for the Water Palace Guard. They must pass three tests: water proficiency, combat capability, and loyalty." The black-robed monk said in a loud voice.

"Now we begin the first item, the water test. Everyone enters the water, and those who can hold out for one stick of incense under the hands of my Feitian Sect disciples will enter the next round."

Before Fang Han could react, he heard a series of "plops" and someone had already jumped into the lake. He hurriedly followed and plunged into the slightly cool water of Bihuze.

As soon as he entered the water, Fang Han felt something was wrong. The water was three times colder than the water he usually swam in, and there seemed to be a strange force in the water pulling at his limbs. He gritted his teeth and swam forward with all his might.

Although the Feitianmen’s Water Palace Guard was very strict in recruiting disciples this time.

But fortunately, he was smart enough, often hung out at the bottom, had amazing swimming skills, and had some martial arts skills, so Fang Han soon reached the third level.

This third level is also the final level.

Loyalty test!

This level was surprisingly simple. All those who passed the first two levels were taken to a tent and asked to answer a few questions in front of a bronze mirror.

When it was Fang Han's turn, what was reflected in the mirror was not his face, but a blurry figure.

"Why do you want to join Feitianmen?" asked the man in the mirror.

"For...for better resources for cultivation." Fang Han answered honestly.

"If you discover that your fellow disciples are secretly hoarding the resources of the Water Palace, what will you do?"

"Report to your superiors."

"If Feitianmen comes into conflict with your family, which side will you stand on?"

Fang Han smiled bitterly: "I am a casual cultivator, I don't have a family."

The mirror flashed with light, and it returned to its normal bronze mirror appearance. The disciple in charge of the test nodded and said, "Okay, go out and wait for the results."

Fang Han walked out with a nervous look on his face and waited outside the dock. After a while, an elder in black came over. After seeing the Feitianmen logo on the other party, he was immediately happy, knowing that the matter of the guard should have come to a conclusion.

He was just about to bend down and kneel when the black-robed elder took out a jade talisman, handed it to him and said.

"From today on, you are a reserve member of the Feitian Water Palace Guard. Remember, your first priority is loyalty, second is obedience, and third is cultivation."

Just as Feitianmen was recruiting monks and actively making preparations to develop this water vein.

the other side.

Deep in the East China Sea, the Jianghai Alliance’s spirit boat was quietly floating in the dark water.

The boat was silver-white with faint runes flowing on its surface, isolating the surrounding seawater from the outside. Inside the boat, Jianghai League elder Mo Changhuai was staring at the water mirror in front of him, which clearly showed the Feitian Water Palace dozens of miles away.

"Elder Mo, the test results are out."

A disciple respectfully handed over a jade slip, "The water veins do contain ancient spiritual charm, which is consistent with the characteristics of the 'Xuanyuan True Water' recorded in the ancient books of our sect."

Mo Changhuai's eyes flashed, and he took the jade slip and examined it carefully.

The data recorded in the jade slip made his fingertips tremble slightly.

The value of this water vein is far beyond imagination for the Jianghai League. Not only can it greatly improve the speed of cultivation, but the Xuanyuan True Water contained underground is one of the rare water types between heaven and earth, which plays an important role in feeding back to the secret realm of their sect.

Just thinking about the Feitian Gate behind this water vein made his head feel dizzy.

"Continue monitoring. I want to know what Feitianmen has obtained from this water vein."

Mo Changhuai's voice was low.

"Also, send someone to find out the route of the water vein they plan to open up this time and the deployment of guards."

After the disciples took the order and left, Mo Changhuai turned and walked towards the secret room deep in the spirit boat.

There were already two people sitting in the secret room. One was Yin Jiuyou, the elder of Xuanming Sect, who was shrouded in black mist, and the other was Li Wuhen, a casual cultivator wearing a blood-red robe.

"Old Ghost Mo, have you found out?"

Yin Jiuyou's voice was hoarse, like the friction of metal.

Mo Changhuai threw the jade slip on the table.

"Feitianmen has found a treasure. According to the estimation of our Jianghai League, there is Shuitian Lingyun and Xuanyuan Zhenshui under this water vein. It's just that it is buried very deep. If you don't have sufficient attainments in water magic, it will be difficult to detect."

Li Wuhen's eyes flashed with blood. "Shuitian Lingyun is a top-grade spiritual material used by Dao Realm cultivators. Xuantian Zhenshui is one of the rare water species in the world. It is extremely rare. What are you waiting for? Just go and grab it!"

"Idiot!" Mo Changhuai sneered, "Ye Yang is already in the realm of Yuanshen Dao, and Feitianmen should not be underestimated. The water veins are guarded by the Black Turtle and the Nine Infants. They were able to drive away the Black Turtle and the Nine Infants. Their strength is definitely not as simple as we imagined."

Yin Jiuyou smiled grimly: "What does Elder Mo mean?"

"First, cut off their trade routes and destroy their economy; then alienate their allies and weaken their foreign aid; finally, attack them from both inside and outside and take them down in one fell swoop."

Mo Changhuai tapped the tabletop with his fingers.

"Feitian Sect is engaged in large-scale construction, which consumes a lot of resources. As long as the trade route is cut off, the sect's spiritual stone resources will definitely be in big trouble."

Li Wuhen licked his lips and said, "It's most appropriate to leave the murder and arson to me."

"Although the Feitian Sect is powerful, I have people behind me. After this mission is completed, I will escape to the starry sky. No matter how powerful they are, they can't do anything to me."

"Remember, this is done by disguising yourself as a demon cultivator."

Mo Changhuai warned. "Our Jianghai League is an alliance of many Jianghai sects. We have always been neutral and cannot take action openly for the time being."

The three of them conspired until late at night, and a detailed plan gradually took shape.

Finally, Mo Changhuai took out a jade communication talisman from his sleeve.

"I have already arranged for several families along the way. They will provide detailed information about the water veins and create some surprises at the right time."

Yin Jiuyou laughed strangely: "It seems that Feitianmen has offended many people."

“In the face of interests, there are no eternal enemies, nor eternal friends.”

Mo Changhuai put away the jade talisman, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"This water vein must be in our hands."

At the Bihu Ze Pier, Yan Qingying looked at the report in her hand with a frown.

This is the third attack on a merchant ship this month, and each attack is more brutal than the last.

"Elder, the test results are out." A disciple came running over, "The spiritual power fluctuations left on the hull are indeed the work of a demon cultivator, but..."

"But what?" Yan Qingying looked up.

The disciple lowered his voice.

"But we found this at the bottom of the cabin." He handed over a nearly burnt piece of magic weapon, which looked like a broken alchemy furnace.

Yan Qingying's pupils shrank.

It was done by the demons.

"Keep quiet about this."

She put away the fragments of the jade token.

"Prepare the spirit boat. I want to go to the scene and take a look myself."

Half an hour later, Yan Qingying set off on a spirit boat with ten elite disciples.

The incident occurred at a dangerous shoal in the lower reaches of the Tongtian River.

When they arrived, the wreckage of the merchant ship was still emitting black smoke, and a large amount of cargo and corpses were floating on the river.

Yan Qingying jumped onto the broken deck, and the wooden boards under her feet groaned under the weight.

The hull was covered with claw-like marks, which really looked like the work of a demon cultivator.

But she squatted down, touched a scar with her fingertips, and probed with her spiritual power to sense it carefully.

"It's demonic on the surface, but it's not that simple inside."

Yan Qingying sneered, "You disguised yourself well, but unfortunately you can't hide it from me."

"Senior Sister! There is a survivor here!" a disciple shouted in the ruins of the cabin.

Yan Qingying walked over quickly and saw a businessman covered in blood being pressed under a beam. She signaled the disciples next to her to move the heavy beam away easily.

"Is it the master from Feitianmen?" The businessman said weakly.

Yan Qingying took out a healing pill and stuffed it into his mouth: "What happened? Did you see the attacker clearly?"

"It was too fast. The black fog suddenly covered the whole ship, and then there were screams. I seemed to see demons. Demons filled the sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth and he died.

"Elder, be careful!"

The disciples suddenly exclaimed.

Before these disciples could exclaim, Yan Qingying had already reacted. While retreating violently, he took the lead in drawing his sword.

With a loud bang, the merchant's body exploded into a bloody mist, and the powerful shock wave blew away all the surrounding disciples.

She looked at the huge hole on the ground with a gloomy face. This was a corpse-exploding talisman, a vicious talisman specially used to silence people!
"Everyone evacuate immediately!"

Yan Qingying shouted, "This is a trap!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding river water suddenly boiled, and twelve water columns shot up into the sky, interweaving in the air to form a water prison, trapping the spirit boat in the center.

Runes could be vaguely seen flowing in the water column, which was obviously a large formation that had been set up in advance.

"Fairy Yan, I have long heard of your great name.

"A hoarse voice came from all directions, "This demon corpse is good, I accept it!"

Twelve black shadows separated from the water column, and they were all Jindan-stage demon cultivators!
The two leading ones among them are cultivators at the Tiangang realm.

At this moment, the twelve people were holding black chains that were engraved with runes, which could obviously form a very powerful combined attack formation.

"You guys have crossed the line."

Yan Qingying pinched her hands together and made a magic gesture. She bit her tongue and thousands of sword lights flashed behind her. The sword light surged like a long river rolling back, forcing back several demon cultivators who were besieging her.

Several people were injured by the sword light, fell from the air and hit the water column in the distance.

The water column vibrated violently, and the formation showed signs of instability.

"Want to go?"

The leader of the demons grinned fiercely, with a small black flag in his hand.

He waved the flag, and suddenly the water prison was filled with howling winds. Countless wronged souls and evil spirits poured out from the flag and pounced on Yan Qingying.

At the critical moment, a golden light descended from the sky, like the rising sun, and wherever it shone, the ghosts were reduced to ashes.

The demon cultivators screamed miserably and green smoke came out of their bodies.

"Jianghai League's 'Sunrise Golden Light'?"

"Fairy Yan, I, the Jianghai League, am here to help."

(End of this chapter)