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

As this voice fell, the already silent space suddenly became even quieter.

The three of them looked at each other, and it was obvious that they had expected this result.

At this time, Ye Yang turned around, glanced at the three of them, and continued speaking.

"I wonder if you have ever thought about how many Dao Realms my Feitian Sect would need to protect itself in a time of chaos?"

The teacup in Gu Xuan's hand suddenly cracked.

There was a crisp "click" sound when Yan Qingying's sword was sheathed, and the frost flowers in Huo Bingshuang's sleeves completely dissipated.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze, and the green smoke of sandalwood twisted and swirled among the people, just like the tense atmosphere at the moment.

Gu Xuan's fingers unconsciously rubbed the cracks on the teacup, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the ancestral tablet behind Ye Yang, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

After hundreds of years of hard training, he was only one step away from reaching the Dao realm. He had waited for this opportunity for too long.

If I give up just like that, I will naturally feel unwilling.

Can……

Yan Qingying's scabbard made a slight humming sound, and her straight back was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword, each tapping carrying a certain rhythm.

Ye Yang noticed that her left ring finger kept curling up. It was obvious that Yan Qingying was not as relaxed as she looked on her face.

Then, Ye Yang looked up at Huo Bingshuang again.

The air around Huo Bingshuang also condensed into tiny ice crystals, reflecting colorful light under the candlelight.

This normally calm disciple's eyelashes trembled slightly at this moment, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

"Everyone."

Ye Yang's voice broke the silence.

"I have never seen a situation like this in the development of the sect until today."

He walked slowly to the middle of the three people, and with a flick of his sleeves, a soft spiritual power separated the auras of the three people who were secretly competing with each other.

Gu Xuan's teacup finally couldn't bear the pressure.

It shattered with a "pop" sound, and the brown tea flowed on the table.

None of the three spoke first. After a while, Gu Xuan seemed to have figured something out and let out a long sigh.

"I see."

His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

"I have lived for hundreds of years and have witnessed the development of Feitian Sect from a small sect to what it is today."

He stood up tremblingly, and his skinny fingers stroked the leader's token on his waist.

"The Feitian Sect has grown to the point where there are thousands of disciples, and more than 10 of them are at the True Person level. This has indeed exceeded my greatest expectations back then."

Gu Xuan stroked his long beard gently.

"When I took over the sect, Feitian Sect was just a small sect in a remote corner."

His eyes swept across everyone in the hall, finally stopping on Ye Yang's face.

"Now that I can be ranked among the top sects in this world, it has exceeded my lifelong wish."

Gu Xuan pretended not to see it and continued.

"My life span is almost over. Even if I force myself to reach the Dao realm, my success rate will be less than 30%."

“It’s better to leave the opportunity to the young people.”

He took the lead in proposing to give the opportunity of supporting the sect's breakthrough to Yan Qingying and Huo Bingshuang.

Yan Qingying knelt on one knee with the sword held horizontally. It was obvious that she was struggling inside. She slowly closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them again with a hint of determination in her eyes and spoke.

"I am unwilling to give up this once-in-a-century opportunity and am willing to be the sect's vanguard."

The next moment, the scabbard at her waist suddenly made a soft "clang" sound, making a crisp sound.

The frost flowers in Huo Bingshuang's sleeves condensed again, spreading into sharp icy edges on the desk.

The mirror reflected Yan Qingying's suddenly tense jaw and Huo Bingshuang's slightly pale knuckles.

"Brother!"

Yan Qingying stood up suddenly and unsheathed his long sword three inches.

"The demons are here, our sect is in need"

But before she could finish her sentence, Huo Bingshuang spoke up and interrupted what she was about to say.

“It needs to be handled carefully.”

Huo Bingshuang interrupted coldly, and frost flowers blossomed into a lotus platform under her feet, breaking the tense situation for a moment.

“I also don’t want to give up this opportunity.”

"Uncle Master Yan's 'Ten Thousand Demons Mixing World Method' is indeed overbearing, but the nine-day thunder tribulation caused by the breakthrough to the Dao realm is too loud and difficult to hide, and it is bound to let the demons know."

Yan Qingying's eyes flashed with lightning.

"Junior Brother Huo's Ice Soul Power is quite hidden, but it's a pity that it will consume 70% of the spiritual medicine in the medicine garden!"

The temperature in the hall dropped suddenly.

Huo Bingshuang's long hair moved without wind, and tiny ice crystals condensed on the ends of her hair.

"In any case, this is better than attracting the demon army."

"enough."

Ye Yang knocked lightly on the table. The sound was not loud but it made the two of them shut up at the same time.

"Since both of you insist on your own opinions and refuse to give up, let fate decide."

The next moment, Ye Yang took out two jade slips from his sleeve.

Just as Ye Yang took out the two jade slips, the Zhoutian Xingdou Zhenyue Formation outside began to rotate slowly, and countless light spots intertwined into a vortex.

Yan Qingying and Huo Bingshuang looked up at the same time, and saw two beams of light slowly descending from the vortex, one blue and one white, covering the two of them respectively.

"The blue light wins, the white light loses."

Ye Yang stood with his hands behind his back, "Whichever path you draw, you will follow that path."

Huo Bingshuang suddenly sneered: "Master, do you dare to bet? If you draw the green light, your demon corpse Taoist soldier may not be able to suppress the backlash of the thunder tribulation."

Yan Qingying retorted, "If my junior apprentice brother wins the prize, the 'Nine-turn Resurrection Grass' in the medicine garden will be given to outsiders."

The two of them looked at each other with lightning speed, almost creating sparks in the air.

Yan Qingying raised her head suddenly, and the scabbard of her sword hit the back of the chair with a clang.

The ice crystals around Huo Bingshuang suddenly shattered and turned into starlight.

Ye Yang saw Yan Qingying's hand loosening and tightening around the sword, and Huo Bingshuang's fingertips trembling slightly in her sleeves.

The eyes of the two proud daughters of heaven met in the air, sparking invisible sparks.

"No need."

Yan Qingying sheathed her sword, but the fighting spirit in her eyes did not diminish. She said coldly: "The road ahead is mine, I can't retreat."

Huo Bingshuang also flicked her sleeves to disperse the cold ice, and said calmly: "Uncle Master won't retreat, and I won't retreat either."

Ye Yang was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and waved it, and the two jade slips floated in the air again.

But this time, all the patterns on the jade slips disappeared, becoming exactly the same with no difference at all.

"Since neither of you is willing to retreat, let's have a fair fight."

He said solemnly.

"It will be decided by drawing lots. Whoever takes action again will be deemed to have given up the qualification!"

Yan Qingying and Huo Bingshuang looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes.

"In that case."

Ye Yang took out two jade slips from his sleeve.

"You two should just rely on your own chances. No matter what the result is, don't blame others."

"Draw lots?"

"Do you think this is a good idea, nephew?"

Huo Bingshuang stroked her temples gently: "If Master Uncle doesn't want to, you can..."

The battle for the great road will never end.

Blue and white light exploded, and the entire hall was engulfed in the dazzling spiritual light.

Yan Qingying's sword finger and Huo Bingshuang's icy palm clashed in the air. The air waves extinguished all the candles around them, leaving only the surging spiritual power in the darkness.

But at this moment, they can only bet on God's will.

The two of them stretched out their hands at the same time, and under the guidance of spiritual power, the jade slips slowly flew to their palms...

Taoan Market.

The night was deep, but the lights in Tao'an Market were still bright. People were coming and going on the streets. Monks were either trading spiritual materials or drinking and discussing Taoism, and the place was noisy and lively.

However, in a remote courtyard in the deepest part of the market, several dark shadows gathered quietly.

"Has the news spread?" the leading black-robed man asked in a low voice, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.

"Don't worry, we have already spread the false information to the people of Feitianmen according to the plan."

The other person smiled grimly.

"By the time they reach the Star Burial Valley, the real 'Star Festival' will have already been completed!"

The black-robed man nodded, took out a pitch-black star disk from his sleeve, and whispered, "The time is almost up. From what I have observed, the leaders of the Dao Alliance will go to the Starry Sky Enclave again soon. We also need to prepare carefully."

He hadn't finished his sentence yet. Suddenly!

"boom!"

The gate of the courtyard was blown open by a huge force, and wood chips flew everywhere!
"Everyone from the Star Track Society, it's not very polite to plot late at night."

A cold voice sounded.

Under the moonlight, a big man carrying a huge hammer and wearing a golden armor with a Suan Ni pattern inlaid on it walked in slowly.

Behind him, more than a dozen Feitian Sect disciples formed a sword formation, blocking all retreat routes.

The black-robed man's pupils suddenly shrank: "Feitianmen Deacon Hall?!"

The man sneered: "Tao'an Market is the territory of our Feitian Sect. Do you really think you can hide it from the world?"

The man in black robes suddenly crushed the star plate in his hand and growled, "Retreat!"

In an instant, black fog surged in the courtyard, and several figures turned into streams of light and fled in all directions!
"Want to leave?" Li Bayuan swung the Heaven-shaking Demon Hammer and shouted coldly.

"seal up!"

A sword formation suddenly arose, and countless sword energies intertwined into a net, covering the entire courtyard!
Taoan Market
The dusk was as dark as ink, swallowing up the last ray of sunshine in the sky.

Thousands of spiritual lamps in Taoanfang Market lit up one after another, and the dancing mermaid flames in the glazed lampshades illuminated the entire long street as bright as day.

On the main road of the market town, wisps of spiritual mist seeped out from the cracks in the bluestone slabs, blending with the aroma of spiritual food wafting from the restaurants on both sides and flowing between the sleeves of the monks.

"The best red ore! It can be used to forge a flying sword!"

"A hundred-year-old purple ginseng in exchange for a bottle of Tianjing Dan!"

The cries of hawkers were heard one after another. A girl with a bun in her hair was walking through the crowd with a medicine box in her hand. A few drunken monks were leaning against the balcony of a restaurant and chatting.

The nectar splashed out from the collision of the wine cups and condensed into tiny runes in mid-air.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the East Market.

It turned out that a casual cultivator had offered Meteorite Iron, and onlookers immediately surrounded the stall.

Although it was bustling outside, the deepest part of the market was silent.

At the east end of the street, there is a remote courtyard surrounded by three dead peach trees.

"Has the news gotten out?"

The black-robed man in the lead stood by the well, and the sound was like sandpaper grinding on dry bones.

The star patterns embroidered on his cuffs were faintly visible in the moonlight, and the bronze compass hanging around his waist was slowly turning counterclockwise.

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other came from the shadows, and the companion wearing half a bronze mask took out a jade slip with a photo from his arms.

"Don't worry, Star Envoy. There are many cultivators like this in Tao'an Market, and the mix is ​​mixed. If we set up a presence here, Feitianmen will definitely not be able to find us."

The image that emerged in the jade slip was of several disciples wearing Feitian Sect uniforms patrolling in Taoan Market.

Those people really had no awareness or vigilance towards them at all.

At this moment, the black shadow suddenly coughed violently, and bits of starlight leaked out from between his fingers.

He held his chest tremblingly.

"In that case, let's get started quickly. I have received an order from my senior. The situation in the outer space is becoming more and more complicated. We must complete the sacrifice before the next star track misalignment."

"Silence!"

The black-robed leader suddenly raised his hand, and the needle on the compass spun wildly.

As everyone held their breath, the sound of a night watchman's clapperboard could be heard faintly in the distance. Three long and two short sounds, it was exactly three quarters past midnight.

"The time has come."

At this time, on the black star plate that the shadow man took out from his arms, seven dark stars were connected in a snake shape.

He had just stroked the protruding star pattern on the disk when the chain in the ancient well suddenly moved without wind, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

At this moment!
"boom!"

The loud noise of the gate exploding startled all the crows in the tree, and the broken wood was nailed into the ground like arrows.

Moonlight poured in like a waterfall, and a giant hammer flew across the sky, the hammer head still wrapped in lingering lightning, plowing a three-foot scorch mark on the ground.

"Everyone from the Star Track Society."

The sole of Li Bayuan's boot crushed a tile engraved with star patterns, and frost flowers condensed in the air wherever the swords of the twelve disciples behind him pointed.

"You want to do something to my Feitian Gate? This deal is not worth it."

The compass that was originally surrounded by everyone suddenly "cracked" and a crack appeared.

As he retreated violently, three star sands flew out from his sleeves.

The moment the sand exploded, the entire courtyard suddenly turned upside down. It turned out that those "black shadows" were paper doll substitutes pasted under the eaves, and their real bodies had turned into streams of light and rushed in all directions.

"Xun position! Li position!"

Li Bayuan swept his giant hammer across, and the wind from the hammer tore through the black fog in the sky.

The disciples' sword formation suddenly changed. The sword energy that had been blocking the ground suddenly shot up into the sky and intertwined into a golden cage in the air.

The fastest fleeing black shadow crashed into the sword net, and instantly stardust exploded all over the sky.

Three months later.

Above the towering white clouds in the sky, there are nine huge bronze tripods suspended in the air in front, behind, left and right.

The Taoist fire that had been burning in the cauldron for a thousand years illuminated the entire hall with golden splendor.

However, beneath this solemn appearance, undercurrents surged, and although the monks of various factions appeared to be friendly on the surface, their eyes were full of calculations.

Ye Yang was wearing a black Taoist robe, with the purple gold token of Feitian Sect hanging around his waist, and he slowly walked into the hall.

Gu Xuan followed behind him, and both of them had a calm and steady aura.

As soon as he walked in, he attracted countless people's attention. Ye Yang looked up and found that there were already people sitting in the hall.

Among them are representatives from various major sects, as well as some powerful independent cultivators.

But there are more white-haired supreme elders and young geniuses with outstanding talents.

“Hiss! Ye Daozu, the master of both sword and saber, is here.”

"Ancestor Ye Dao just fought with the people from the Xinggui Society not long ago. It's great that he can come this time."

"It seems that they attach great importance to the destruction of the Burning Heaven Sect..."

An old man in green robes whispered, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Yes, this Taoist master has outstanding combat power. As long as he can take action, I think many problems can be solved easily."

"Feitian Sect has risen too fast in recent years. I'm afraid they want to take this opportunity to establish their prestige."

Another purple-robed monk sneered and calculated with his fingers in his sleeves, as if he was deducing something.

Ye Yang looked indifferent, turning a deaf ear to the discussions around him, and walked straight to the seat in the center of the hall.

Yu Qingzi sat high in the main seat and nodded slightly when he saw Ye Yang coming.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please take a seat."

Ye Yang bowed, sat down, glanced at everyone, and spoke slowly.

When Ye Yang bowed, a few grains of sand fell out of his sleeves and turned into a miniature sand table when they landed on the ground, showing the ruins of the Burning Heaven Sect.

He swept his eyes across the crowd and paused slightly when he passed the star-robed monk.

"Everyone, everyone knows about the Burning Heaven Sect."

"The Burning Heaven Sect's headquarters has now become a ruin."

He tapped the sand table with his fingertips, and suddenly a three-foot-high red flame spurted out of it.

"It is impossible for the demons to break through the constraints of the Earth Fire Abyss Vein for no reason."

"And not long ago."

Ye Yang suddenly turned his palm, and the sand table turned into starlight and dissipated, replaced by a broken jade talisman engraved with star patterns.

"Feitianmen even found traces of Xingguihui in Pingyuan Market. They wanted to cause unrest in Taoan Market, but were captured by us."

A dim star on the jade talisman suddenly burst into a dazzling blood light.

"From what I know, the sudden eruption of the Earth Fire Abyss was most likely caused by the Star Track Society."

As soon as Ye Yang finished speaking, the discussions in the hall spread like ripples.

The old monk in star-shaped robe who was just glanced at by Ye Yang suddenly slammed the table and stood up.

The teacups on the table clinked.

"Star Track Society?"

The next moment, he shook his sleeves slightly, and a roll of bamboo slips flew out of his sleeves, unfolding into a three-meter-long light curtain in the air.

Mottled ancient paintings emerged on the bamboo slips, with twelve figures wearing star-patterned cloaks surrounding a magical instrument in the shape of the Big Dipper.

"My Tianxing Pavilion was also attacked by them."

"Back then, the Xinggui Society secretly sacrificed blood on thirty-six cultivation families in order to refine the 'Zhou Tian Xing Dou Disk'."

"I sent the third generation leader, Xinghe Dao Ren, to smash the star plate with his own hands. Nine of the twelve stargazers died, leaving only three."

"The remaining three people took the star disk fragments and fled into the void. I didn't expect that they would revive now."

At this time, someone else spoke up.

"Everyone, the matter of the Star Track Society is of great importance and should not be taken lightly."

"Especially after the extraterritorial starry sky enclave has been tested, it has great potential. In a few days, the enclave will be opened again. Then we will all go to the extraterritorial starry sky to stop the demons."

"I'll go there. If the Star Track Society is not resolved, we will be attacked from both sides."

"Everyone, please don't forget that we still have our disciples, followers, and family members here." (End of this chapter)