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

The coffin suddenly made a slight sound.

Yan Qingying didn't even turn her head and slapped the coffin lid with her backhand.

Her slender white fingers formed a sharp contrast with the pitch-black coffin. A little silver light flashed at her fingertips, and the coffin immediately became quiet.

"Senior."

True Man Qing Xuan's voice trembled, "Maybe it's in there."

Yan Qingying nodded.

After seeing that the other party confirmed his guess, Master Qingxuan couldn't help but feel his knees go weak.

I never thought that I would be able to stand together with the combat power of Yuanshen Dao Realm today.

Although he is dead, this only serves to highlight the importance of Feitianmen.

"I have lived for more than 200 years, and today I finally see what a true immortal looks like!"

A young disciple asked in a low voice.

"Master, Feitianmen rescued us this time. Can we also join Feitianmen in the future?"

Although his voice was low, the hearing of the monks around him was very sharp.

Many young people seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared in their eyes.

Although the Burning Heaven Sect has been destroyed, if they can take this opportunity to join the Feitian Sect, it will be a good thing for them.

True Man Qingxuan coughed a few times. Although he had the same idea, he was knowledgeable and had practiced in the cultivation world for many years. He knew that it would definitely not be as simple as he imagined for Feitianmen to rescue them.

He spoke.

"It is a blessing from heaven that Feitianmen can save our lives. How can we expect anything more?"

The disciple's face turned red, but Yan Qingying rarely showed a slight smile.

"After returning to the mountain gate, you can stay temporarily at the Tao'an Market in my Feitian Gate."

"There are many monks in Tao'an Market, and you can earn spiritual stones by yourself to practice. If you have the opportunity in the future, you can also come to my Feitian Sect to participate in the assessment of outer disciples."

These words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, making the young monks feel itchy.

The eyes of many young monks suddenly lit up and they exchanged excited glances with each other.

At this time, a thin disciple couldn't help but ask.

"Senior, what do I need to prepare for the entrance examination?"

"this one"

Li Bayuan raised three fingers in a mysterious manner.

"First, you need a good physique, second, you need a firm mind, and third..." He suddenly grinned.

"You will know when the time comes."

He suddenly left a secret, and those disciples couldn't help but sneer. The originally solemn atmosphere after the war also suddenly relaxed.

Seeing the young people's pale faces, Li Bayuan laughed: "It's just a joke! The assessment has its own rules."

He turned and walked towards the bow, leaving behind a meaningful remark.

"However, Feitian Sect is indeed lacking some outstanding disciples recently."

This sentence immediately caused a commotion among the young monks.

Who doesn't know that the Feitianmen Medicine Garden is full of thousand-year-old magical herbs? Even if you are just a chores watering and fertilizing, it is a great opportunity!
"I heard that Feitian Sect only opens its gates to accept disciples once every few decades or even hundreds of years."

"I'm afraid that such a top-notch sect will be very strict in recruiting disciples."

Hearing the discussion of these young disciples, Li Bayuan and Yan Qingying looked at each other.

What Li Bayuan said just now was right. Now we have gone through many battles.

The Feitian Sect has suffered many casualties among its young disciples, and to a certain extent, there is a lack of successors in the sect. The sect's top leaders also want to recruit another batch of disciples.

Maybe one day, they will make an exception and open the mountain gate in advance.
But the Feitianmen today is very different from before.

There is fierce competition among young disciples to join the sect. All of them are extremely talented, and some of them may not be able to succeed in becoming disciples.

But they always remember the teachings of their senior brothers that population is the primary productive force.

So many cultivators were transported to Feitianmen. Even if these disciples did not pass Feitianmen's disciple test, the amount of money needed for food, fodder, repair of magical instruments, and elixirs in Taoan Market every day was not a small amount.

It can just promote the further development of Taoanfang City.

At this moment, Yan Qingying suddenly frowned, as if she had discovered something, and spoke.

"Not good. The sect has something important to tell us. We need to speed up."

After she finished speaking, she controlled the Tongtian Spiritual Ship to fly away at a very fast speed. After a while, seven rainbow-like rays of light floated out behind the Tongtian Spiritual Ship.

It rushed forward at lightning speed and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. In Feitian Gate, the meeting hall.

The smoke of sandalwood is like a thread, winding in front of the portraits of the ancestors of past dynasties.

Ye Yang sat upright in the first seat, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the teacup, his eyes sweeping over everyone present.

The fingers of Gu Xuan as he stroked his beard trembled slightly, Yan Qingying's nails left a few shallow marks on the armrest, and Huo Bingshuang's skirt moved without wind.

Everyone has something on their mind that is hard to express.

There were only four people in the small space.

Ye Yang, Gu Xuan, Yan Qingying, Huo Bingshuang.

The four top leaders of Feitianmen gathered together, obviously something big was happening. Even if it was not a big deal, it was an important decision concerning everyone, which required the four of them to appear together.

"Everyone."

When Ye Yang saw that everyone who was supposed to come into the room had arrived, he opened his mouth.

Although his voice was very soft, it silenced all the slightest noises.

"I'm sure everyone has seen the lesson of the Burning Heaven Sect's demise."

When Yan Qingying heard this, her aura suddenly rose several levels. She grasped the long sword behind her, suddenly sneered, and the sword at her waist made a vibrating sound like a dragon's roar.

"If you ask me, we should take the initiative to attack while the demons are still struggling to gain a firm foothold."

"And then repeat the mistakes of the Burning Heaven Sect?"

The frosty energy flowed in Huo Bingshuang's sleeves, forming frost flowers on the desk.

"With the accumulation of a hundred years of the sect, how many times can it withstand a big gamble?"

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat cold.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the field took a deep breath.

You must know that the top leaders of Feitianmen have always been united.

The way the two of them spoke today seemed to be full of anger and were confronting each other.

This is definitely beyond everyone's imagination.

Ye Yang also glanced at Yan Qingying and Huo Bingshuang, but his face remained calm and it was unknown what he was thinking.

The performance of these two people was within his expectations.

After all, faced with a true opportunity to attain enlightenment, few people would give up.

But now, how to find a balance between these two or even three people is a difficult point.

Ye Yang watched the frost flowers spread to the side of his teacup and gently exhaled a breath of hot air.

Amid the sound of frost flowers melting, he stood up and walked to the ancestral tablet in the center of the hall.

"Do you know why the sect wants to set up the ancestor's tablet here?"

After finishing speaking, Ye Yang looked at the purple electric silver peach tree outside the window.

The purple electric silver peaches that were brought back in the past were only about ten feet long and as thick as walnuts. Now they have grown to the thickness of buckets. Silver-purple electric arcs flicker like stars, with some peach fruits mixed in between, emitting a faint fragrance.

Afterwards, Ye Yang set his sights on the stone tablet with the words "Xinhuo Jun" standing under the purple lightning silver peach tree and spoke.

"I can still vividly remember the time when I risked my life to carry back this purple lightning silver peach tree from the Evergreen Boundary."

"At that time, there were no cultivators at the True Person level in the sect. Lord Qingming was guarding Fengyue Mountain. All the cultivators in the sect fought desperately. Hall Master Helian volunteered to die to cover our retreat. He bought a chance for us and died tragically on the spot. Later, the sect carved the three characters Xinhuo Jun under this purple lightning silver peach tree."

"It means passing on the torch, living forever, and paying tribute to the dead."

Before Ye Yang could speak, Gu Xuan sighed and then spoke.

"At that time, in front of the tree, you said that you hoped that those who came after you would be reminded of the ancestors by looking at the tree, and that they would know the hardships of their ancestors in starting a business, and that they would work hard and continue to succeed us."

"My Feitian Sect has not let down the efforts of Hall Master Helian and Great Elder Mo Niansheng."

"Indeed."

Ye Yang stretched out his hand and stopped his fingertips at the intersection of the Big Dipper in the Zhoutian Xingdou Zhenyue Array. There were countless stars shining there, but one of them had a ray of light shooting up into the sky. A purple star was shining brightly, emitting a light far exceeding that of the other stars.

"Every star has its own path, but when the stars meet."

“Only one star can shine brighter than the rest.”

"Currently, the sect has only enough resources for one person to break through to the Dao Realm."

Ye Yang had his back to the crowd, his voice carrying the rhythm of the movement of stars.

(End of this chapter)