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

His companions merely glanced at him indifferently before continuing to rummage through the ruins for treasure.

"The law of the jungle prevails over the weak; it has never changed."

Ye Yang sighed softly.

Just then, Ye Yang seemed to notice something and frowned slightly.

A huge pillar of blood-red light appeared in a valley, where more than twenty corpses lay scattered about.

On a crimson rock in the center, three blood-red spiritual herbs grow, constantly emitting malevolent energy.

Beside the rock, there were two other people.
A burly man covered in blood is holding an unconscious girl. A picture of a sacred lake is embroidered on his chest, and next to the lake is a huge harpoon.

The Zhang family crest.

Three gray-robed cultivators stood opposite the two men.

"Zhang Dahu, this is your last chance."

The leaders sneered.

"Hand over that thousand-year-old Blood Crystal Grass, and I'll spare your lives!"

The burly man coughed up blood, but he protected the girl even more tightly.

"Don't even think about it! My sister is poisoned by a demonic curse, and only Blood Crystal Grass can save her!"

"You dare to attack my Zhang family, the Zhang family? Aren't you afraid that the Flying Heaven Sect and my Zhang family's ancestor will find out and hunt you down?"

"You think too highly of yourself. There are dozens of families under the Flying Heaven Sect right now, and your Zhang family has several branches, both direct and collateral."

"You're just a concubine's descendant from a collateral branch. So what if we kill you? Do you think the Zhang family would track down a collateral branch member for thousands of miles?"

"go to hell!"

A streak of dark light flew out from the man's sleeve.

Just as the dark light was about to pierce the burly man's forehead, an invisible sword aura appeared out of nowhere and shattered him.

The three disciples were greatly alarmed and hurriedly looked around: "Which senior is here? Please."

Before they could finish speaking, the three of them were suddenly struck as if by lightning, and they all knelt down on the ground, their faces showing extreme pain.

Ye Yang slowly revealed himself, not even glancing at the three men, and walked straight towards the burly man: "Your name is Zhang Dahu?"

The burly man stared blankly at the suddenly appearing monk in green robes, and instinctively hugged his sister tightly.

"It is I, Zhao Dahu, who am grateful to you for saving my life!"

Ye Yang glanced at the girl's dark brow, flicked his finger, and a pill fell into her mouth.

In an instant, the black mist dissipated like snow meeting boiling water.

Zhang Dahu wanted to express his gratitude, so he looked up and searched around for the figure of that senior.

But they found nothing in front of them; the senior had vanished without a trace.

For Ye Yang, this was just a minor incident.

After doing all this, he continued flying towards the Flying Gate.

Along the way, Ye Yang deliberately slowed down and looked around.

Indeed, it was just as many cultivators in the Starry Sky Enclave had guessed.

The cultivation world is now teeming with spiritual energy, and life is vibrant throughout the world.

The sights along the way, where everything was in ruins and needed rebuilding, moved even a powerful cultivator like him.

"Immortal, look! That dead land is actually..."

Tianli Kongkong perched on Ye Yang's shoulder, its little paws pointing downwards.

Ye Yang looked up and, not knowing what was appropriate, found himself near the Blackwater River.

This area was originally a vast river.

Later, it was occupied by the demons, and the demonic energy multiplied, the black water surged, and the entire mudflats became a corrupt swamp.

However, during this period, the purplish-black poisonous water receded, revealing the crystal-clear spiritual soil beneath.

Tens of thousands of tender green shoots are breaking through the soil and unfurling their leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even more astonishing is that a significant portion of these plants are various kinds of spiritual herbs.

It gleamed softly in the sunlight, exuding a vibrant and enchanting aura.

"Yang-patterned Spirit Rice?"

Ye Yang let out a soft "hmm".

"This kind of spiritual plant has been extinct for thousands of years, and its reappearance now is indeed a fortunate thing."

Although this kind of spiritual rice is not considered a particularly precious spiritual material, it has the effect of replenishing qi and strengthening the body, which is of great use to most low-level cultivators.

Most importantly, this kind of spirit rice has extremely strong vitality and is easy to propagate.

It only needs to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, as well as sunlight and rain, to grow strong and healthy.

Once this thing spreads throughout the cultivation world...

The number of low-level cultivators will increase significantly.

With more low-level cultivators, the probability of high-level cultivators emerging will also increase.

As we continued flying, the spectacular scenery became increasingly magnificent.

A basin, once trampled by a giant demon beast, is now filled with spiritual water, forming a mirror-like lake.

On a small island in the middle of the lake, a golden tree is in bloom, and where the petals fall, the lake water ripples with seven colors.

"It's the Demon Seed Golden Lotus Tree!"

"A legendary sacred medicine that can help cultivators break through the bottleneck of the Purple Mansion realm!"

Ye Yang scanned the area with his divine sense and discovered that there were already more than a dozen corpses by the lake.

Clearly, those were the cultivators who first discovered the treasure tree, even though these people fought to the death.

But in the end, he couldn't take this opportunity with him.

Ye Yang descended and put the sapling away.

Just as they were feeling sentimental, a sudden surge of spiritual energy came from the northeast.

Ye Yang stared intently and saw a blue starlight shooting into the sky three hundred miles away, accompanied by faint screams.

"Go over and have a look."

With a flash of sword light, it covered a hundred miles in an instant.

Before long, they arrived at their destination, where a young man was standing.

The young man was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and he was tightly holding a piece of ore that was shimmering with blue light in his arms.

His left arm was injured and bleeding profusely.

"That's a by-product of Star Pattern Black Iron!"

Ye Yang recognized the origin of the ore at a glance.

This mineral is not considered rare on Ziyuan Star, but it is extremely precious in this world.

The leader of the pursuers was a Purple Mansion cultivator, wielding a blood-red longsword, who grinned as he unleashed a blade of light.

The young man barely managed to dodge, but was thrown back by the shockwave and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Boy, hand over the Blue Star ore, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

The cultivator from the Purple Mansion said sternly.

The young man gritted his teeth and got up, his eyes full of stubbornness.

"I discovered this first! You've gone too far!"

"court death!"

The cultivator from the Purple Mansion roared angrily and brought his blood-red longsword down on his head.

Ye Yang frowned and flicked his finger.

An invisible sword aura struck first, hitting the blood-red longsword with pinpoint accuracy.

"clang!"

Amidst the crisp metallic clanging sound, the Purple Mansion cultivator felt a tremendous force surge through him.

The long sword flew out of his hand, and he staggered back several steps, his face full of horror.

"who?!"

He looked up and looked around, and finally saw Ye Yang floating in mid-air.

Ye Yang did not release any pressure, but the Purple Mansion cultivator felt the other party's unfathomable aura, and his face instantly turned pale.

"Predecessors"

He stammered, unable to speak.

Ye Yang said calmly, "Get lost."

A single word, yet it resounded like a thunderclap.

The three pursuers, as if granted a pardon, fled without looking back.

The young man stood there stunned for a long time before he reacted and quickly knelt down.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, senior! I, Han Yu, am willing to serve you with utmost loyalty!"

Ye Yang looked him over and realized that the young man had already reached the peak of martial arts.

He is not old, but his eyes are resolute and his physique is good; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to make a breakthrough at this age.

"Are you a rogue cultivator?"

"Replying to senior, I was originally a cultivator from Qingling Mountain. My sect was destroyed by the demon race, so I had no choice but to wander around."

Han Yu answered respectfully.

Ye Yang nodded. During the rampage of the demon race, countless small sects like these were wiped out.

"Where did you get the star ore you have?"

Han Yu hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth.

"In a cave fifty miles to the northeast. It seems to connect to a small vein, but I only had time to dig out this one piece."

Ye Yang had a sudden thought.

This blue star ore is a byproduct of star-patterned black iron, and there is likely a star-patterned black iron vein nearby.

While it can't compare to the reserves of the Purple Palace Star Land, it's still a good supplement for the Flying Heaven Gate. "Would you like to join the Flying Heaven Gate?"

Ye Yang suddenly asked.

Han Yu looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Senior, are you from the Flying Heaven Sect?"

His voice trembled, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

The Flying Heaven Sect is a renowned top sect in the cultivation world today!
Master Ye Daozu, a master of both swords and sabers, was renowned throughout the world.

The Flying Heaven Sect was at the height of its power, and countless cultivators were eager to join its ranks.

Ye Yang nodded slightly.

“That’s right, you can join the Flying Heaven Sect, but you need to contribute that mine. Are you willing?”

Han Yu was startled, then his face turned bright red with excitement, and he knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the hard rock.

He understood that although the mineral vein was precious, it would be absolutely impossible for him to mine it with his own strength and influence.

Since that's the case, why not contribute it and secure a better background for yourself?

"Disciple Han Yu is willing to die for the Flying Heaven Sect!"

His voice choked with emotion as he recalled the days of wandering after his sect was destroyed, and the rogue cultivators who would kill for a few spirit stones.

Thinking back to the despair of almost losing my life just now, it feels like a dream to be able to join the Flying Heaven Sect.

"Get up."

With a flick of his sleeve, Ye Yang lifted Han Yu up with a gentle force.

"Your natural talent is decent, and you've managed to survive the demons' rampage until now, so your character and perseverance are quite good. Consider this piece of Blue Star ore your initiation gift."

Han Yu quickly shook his head: "I dare not accept such praise! This ore disciple is willing to offer it to the sect!"

Ye Yang revealed a hint of approval.

"He's quite sensible. But the Flying Heaven Sect isn't lacking in these things, so keep them for when you need to refine magical artifacts in the future."

Han Yu's eyes welled up with tears. He had been struggling in the rogue cultivator circle for many years, and he had never seen such a generous sect before.

Those minor sects would fight tooth and nail for a single mid-grade spirit stone, but this senior in front of them doesn't even care about precious Blue Star ore.

"Senior," Han Yu's voice trembled, "this disciple dares to ask your honorific title?"

Tianli Kongkong flicked its tail on Ye Yang's shoulder.

"This is Ye."

"Could it be the peerless swordsman Ye Daozu?!"

Han Yu suddenly cried out in shock, her whole body frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Only then did he notice that the green-robed cultivator in front of him had a crimson longsword hanging from his left waist.

It is none other than the legendary Taixu Red Lotus Sword.

Moreover, that unfathomable aura, and the imposing pressure that was held back with every gesture, could only belong to that legendary figure.

"My disciple is blind!"

Han Yu knelt down again, this time his voice trembling, "I never knew it was Daozu Ye in person!"

Ye Yang smiled faintly: "Get up, no need for formalities."

Han Yu was so excited he could hardly contain himself. The peerless swordsman, Master Ye!
That was the legendary figure he admired most since he began his cultivation!
He single-handedly fought his way through the demon army, and with his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, he fought against a Void Refinement Realm expert without being defeated, saving his sect from dire straits several times.

In the world of independent cultivators, there are countless legends about Daozu Ye.

Some say he has three heads and six arms, some say he is a hundred feet tall, but most people believe that he is just an ordinary cultivator who gradually reached the peak.

In Han Yu's storage bag, there is still a jade slip that records the deeds of Ye Daozu.

He bought it for a high price at a street stall.

"Master Ye Ye..." Han Yu stammered, unable to finish his sentence, "Disciple...disciple..."

Tianli Kongkong laughed loudly.

"Immortal, you are indeed amazing! This kid can't even speak properly when he sees you. I think his tongue was snatched away by a cat?"

Ye Yang waved his hand: "No need to be nervous. Now that you are a disciple of my Flying Heaven Sect, come back to the sect with me."

With a flash of sword light, Han Yu soared into the air.

Han Yu felt a blur before his eyes, the wind whistling in his ears, and the mountains and rivers below rushing past him.

He had never experienced such a fast flight speed, and he never imagined that one day he would be personally carried by Ye Daozu.

"Dao Ancestor."

Han Yu mustered his courage and asked.

"Disciple... Can I really become a formal disciple of the Flying Heaven Sect?"

Ye Yang glanced at him: "Of course. I won't go back on my word. However..."

Han Yu's heart tightened.

"The Flying Heaven Gate does not support idlers."

Ye Yang spoke calmly.

"Since you are familiar with the location of that Blue Star mine, take people to explore it after you return to the sect. If you can find the vein, you will be credited for it."

Han Yu was overjoyed: "This disciple will certainly do his utmost!"

Han Yu was startled and immediately kowtowed.

Before long, the mountain gate of Feitianmen could be seen in the distance.

The changes at Flying Gate compared to when Ye Yang left are astonishing.

The protective array around the mountain has clearly been reinforced, and its range has been expanded several times over.

Eight new fortified cities were built outside the mountain gate, and countless cultivators came and went, creating a lively scene.

"It seems the sect hasn't been idle lately."

Ye Yang smiled and muttered to himself.

At the mountain gate, a patrol of disciples saw Ye Yang and immediately bowed respectfully, kneeling down on the ground.

"Welcome back to the clan, Ancestor!"

Ye Yang nodded and flew straight towards the main peak with Han Yu.

Along the way, he saw that many new buildings had been added to the sect, and the number of disciples had also increased significantly.

Moreover, his overall cultivation level has improved by a grade compared to before.

In front of the main hall of the main peak, the sect leader Gu Xuan had already sensed Ye Yang's return and personally came out to greet him.

"Master Ye, you're finally back!"

Gu Xuan smiled broadly.

What is the situation in outer space?

"It's a long story."

Immediately afterwards, Ye Yang told Gu Xuan about the matter in the outer space. Gu Xuan was astonished upon hearing it and sighed with emotion.

"It's truly unimaginable that the starry sky is so dangerous."

"I am currently only at the Dharma Aspect Realm, and I haven't even reached the Primordial Spirit Realm yet. I never expected that in this war with the Demon Clan, so many Primordial Spirit Daoists would perish."

After finishing speaking, Ye Yang then recounted the events of Ziyuan Star Land.

It specifically mentions the Five Elements Magnetite and the Star Beast Clan.

"That's great! Nowadays, the Flying Heaven Gate's gains in this realm are negligible if it wants to expand. It still needs to go to the Star Land to truly thrive."

Ye Yang nodded in agreement.

"That star is rich in resources, far exceeding expectations. If it can be fully developed, it will indeed yield a great harvest."

Then, he took out samples such as the Nine-Aperture Star Vine.

Gu Xuan examined each item one by one, becoming more and more delighted with each look.

"These resources have come at just the right time. The landscape of the cultivation world has changed dramatically, and all factions are desperately expanding. Although my Flying Heaven Sect has some strength, if we can't keep up with the pace, we will be devoured sooner or later."

Ye Yang nodded in agreement.

"On my way back, I saw that many previously barren lands had developed spiritual veins and mineral deposits. Various factions were fiercely competing for them, and rogue cultivators were swarming like locusts."

Gu Xuan sighed.

"Over the past month, there have been hundreds of fights around my Flying Heaven Gate. We had no choice but to expand our control area and establish a fortified city to stabilize the situation."

"How many people can the sect spare right now?"

Ye Yang asked, "We need to establish a base on Ziyuan Star as soon as possible, otherwise unforeseen circumstances may arise."

Gu Xuan pondered for a moment.

"Currently, we can send out a thousand ordinary disciples, and draw more from affiliated families and sects, which can bring together ten thousand disciples."

"enough."

Ye Yang pondered for a moment.

"The first phase mainly involves establishing teleportation arrays and defensive fortifications. Once we have a firm foothold, we can then expand on a large scale."

The two discussed some more details and decided to set off when the time was right.

At this moment, Gu Xuan looked at Han Yu behind Ye Yang.

"Who is this?"

Ye Yang explained.

"I met a rogue cultivator on the road who discovered a vein of star-patterned black iron. He also had good aptitude, so I brought him back to the sect."

Gu Xuan sized up Han Yu.

He immediately understood Ye Yang's implication and knew the value of the Star Pattern Black Iron, and spoke up.

"Now that we're here, let's enter the sect first."

Han Yu knelt down in gratitude. To go from a rogue cultivator struggling to make ends meet to becoming an outer disciple of a major sect was an incredible stroke of luck.

(End of this chapter)