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

He looked at Ye Yang.

Suddenly, I remembered this most outstanding disciple in the history of the Flying Heaven Sect.

After breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, he gave back so much to the Flying Heaven Sect.

Even later, when he was stuck at a certain level due to insufficient aptitude for cultivation.

Ye Yang never looked down on him because his cultivation had stagnated.

Instead, he was often summoned late at night to discuss the mysteries of the earth's veins, and was even entrusted with the management of fundamental matters such as the Thousand Island Lake.

"...Thank you, Dao Ancestor!"

Gu Xuan suddenly bent over, his forehead pressed against the cold deck.

"This fruit is precious, and I have no way to repay it."

"We must not allow the Dao Ancestor to give everything for the sect like a nanny without receiving anything in return."

"If I can extend my lifespan through this, I am willing to guard the starland for the Flying Heaven Gate for a hundred years. Even if I die in the Demon Abyss in the future, I will not back down in the slightest!"

When Ye Yang helped him up, he saw that his eyes were red but his gaze was burning, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Sect Leader, you are too kind. When the Flying Sky Sect was in ruins, you devoted yourself to its growth."

"Now that we have the opportunity to receive a reward from the sect, it is only right."

"Perhaps after you finish eating this fruit, you will replant the pit into the Flying Heaven Gate's earth veins."

"Perhaps in the future, the Flying Heaven Sect will be able to grow its own Tree of Longevity."

"You will definitely live up to your destiny!"

Gu Xuan hurriedly hid the jade box close to his body, and suddenly took out a roll of yellowed animal hide from his bosom.

Unfold the newly drawn map of the Ziyuan Star Land, with several bright spots marked on it in cinnabar.

"Dao Ancestor, you see, during this time, I have explored several spiritual springs and earth veins in the Purple Palace Star Region. These places all contain innate wood energy. If we cultivate them with the seeds of the Longevity Fruit..."

He spoke rapidly yet clearly, his eyes sparkling with a long-lost enthusiasm.

It's as if I can already see the seedlings breaking through the soil.

Ye Yang hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"The Longevity Fruit is no small matter. It's fine if we can't cultivate it yet, but if we do manage to cultivate it, it will inevitably attract the covetous eyes of countless people."

"The sect of Ziyuan Star has only just started operating. If it could be planted in the Flying Heaven Gate's ley lines in the future, its safety would be greatly increased, which might be more suitable."

Upon hearing Ye Yang's words, Gu Xuan nodded, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

“That would be acceptable, but bringing the spiritual springs and earth veins from the star field back to the Flying Heaven Gate would likely result in significant losses.”

Just then, a report came from outside the cabin.

"Dao Ancestor, we are less than a hundred miles from the Nine Yang Pavilion!"

"Let's collect the fruit first. After we finish managing the Nine Yang Pavilion, we can then study the cultivation methods in detail."

Gu Xuan nodded emphatically, his hand pressed firmly against his chest like a rock.

With this hundred-year lifespan, the Dao heart was rekindled.

Let alone the small Jiuyang Pavilion.

Even if he were to face the calamity of the Demon Abyss in the future, this old man would dare to take the plunge.

The two stepped out of the Tongtian Spirit Ship, stood on the cabin, and gazed at the landscape below.

As Gu Xuan gazed at the golden protective shield of the Nine Suns Pavilion in the distance, he suddenly felt his whole body filled with power.

"Let this old man do it."

Outside the protective array of the Rising Sun Pavilion.

The golden light, which had flowed like a thin veil, now trembled violently, like silk being torn apart by a gale.

Chaos erupted throughout the pavilion, and several disciples who were drying the morning dew trembled.

The jade bottle shattered on the stone steps, and the pale golden spiritual dew seeped into the cracks in the stone, causing wisps of smoke to rise.

"What's the panic! It's just an enemy attacking. Do you think our Sunrise Pavilion's protective formation is just for show?"

"Moreover, with Dao Ancestor Wentian presiding over this, who would dare to act presumptuously?"

A deacon in charge of patrolling the mountain shouted a stern rebuke.

But before he could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of a dark blue ship silhouette on the horizon out of the corner of his eye.

The sound suddenly caught in his throat, and the magic sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

Inside the secret chamber of Jiuyang Pavilion.

The sandalwood incense burned crookedly, its smoke billowing and bobbing in the cramped space, casting shifting shadows on the faces of everyone present.

"Sect Master, the Dao Alliance is all focused on the Demon Realm, how could they possibly care about us?"

An elder in a gray robe wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice weak and unsteady.

"We just took over those few spiritual fields that belonged to the family. Do you think someone will actually come to investigate?" The Nine Yang Pavilion Master, who was sitting at the head of the table, suddenly slammed his hand on the table, spilling the spiritual tea in his jade cup all over the table.

"Foolish! Last time the demon cavalry crossed the border, we closed our formation and didn't come out, and the Dao Alliance sent out three inquiry talismans!"

"If it weren't for the impending pioneering work, which kept them busy, do you think Sunrise Pavilion would still be safe and sound until now?"

He held a communication talisman between his fingers; the surface of the talisman was charred black.

That was the final ultimatum sent by the Dao Alliance three days ago, its tone as cold as ice.

“Coco, after all, we have the Primordial Spirit Ancestor in charge. If the Dao Alliance wants to deal with us, they should also consider the impact.”

Another elder tried to remain calm, but didn't notice that his knuckles were already white from clenching his fists.

"Once the Dao Alliance finishes fighting the Demon Clan, we'll donate some spiritual materials as an apology, and this matter will be over..."

"Hopefully there's still a chance to salvage the situation! Once Ancestor Wentian emerges from seclusion, we should quickly send someone with spiritual materials and treasures to the Dao Alliance to apologize and pull some strings; perhaps there's still a chance to turn things around..."

Before he could finish speaking, the stone door to the secret chamber was suddenly kicked open.

A young disciple stumbled in, his hair half-undone, the communication talisman at his waist shattered into powder, and all color drained from his face.

"Sect Master! Outside... there's an enemy attack! The spiritual power of the protective array is surging wildly! It looks like it's about to be crushed!"

He had barely finished speaking when a series of cries and screams erupted outside, mixed with the clatter of a magical artifact falling to the ground. Disciples were screaming in the square.

"What kind of ship is that? It's huge! It almost blocks out the sun!"

The other voice was choked with sobs.

"The core of the sect's formation is burning hot! I can't hold on much longer!"

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a low chuckle.

The gray-robed elder stood up and patted his disciple's face.

"What's the panic? A few people and you're already this scared? Pass down the order to activate the Nine Suns Formation and let them taste our power!"

The master of the Rising Sun Pavilion also composed himself and straightened his clothes.

"Which foolish sect dares to provoke us? Let them know that although our Rising Sun Pavilion doesn't interfere in the demon race's war, we're not pushovers!"

"No, it's not Xiao Zong..."

The disciple trembled like a leaf, his teeth chattering louder than he could speak.

"Yes, it's the Flying Heaven Gate! Their Heavenly Spirit Ship is right outside the formation."

"On the bow of the ship... it looks like Ye Daozu of the Flying Heaven Sect! I just saw the blue lotus pattern on the hull, it's exactly the same as in the rumors!"

The moment the words "Flying Gate" were uttered, the sandalwood incense in the secret room suddenly went out with a "poof".

The heat in the room seemed to be sucked away instantly.

The cries and shouts outside grew louder, and some disciples were yelling.

"It's the Flying Gate! It really is the Flying Gate!"

The gray-robed elder's foot, which had just taken a step, froze in mid-air, and the sneer on his face turned into terror.

The jade slip in the other elder's hand fell to the ground with a "thud" and broke in two.

The master of the Rising Sun Pavilion's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up abruptly, crushing the jade pendant at his waist with his own hands.

"Who are you talking about? Flying Gate!"

"Yes, it's true!"

The disciple looked mournful.

"That spirit ship was enormous, its hull gleaming, and the protective array outside the pavilion was creaking under its weight..."

"The Third Elder tried to go out to fight off the enemy, but he was repelled by the pressure of the spirit ship as soon as he got close to the array gate. He's still lying on the ground and can't get up!"

"It's over..."

The master of the Rising Sun Pavilion staggered back a step and bumped into the table.

The crisp sound of the jade cup rolling down was particularly jarring in the deathly silent chamber.

"The protective formation is broken! Broken!"

This was followed by a chorus of pleas for mercy.

"Master Ye, spare our lives! We dare not do it again!"

"Master, how about... we fight to the death?"

The gray-robed elder's voice trembled, but no one paid him any attention.

"Quickly, quickly send a message to the secret chamber where Dao Ancestor Wentian is in seclusion, and tell him that the Nine Yang Pavilion is at a critical juncture of life and death."

However, before he could finish speaking, the ancient voice of the Dao Ancestor of Heaven came out.

"Everyone, get out here immediately! The Flying Heaven Gate is attacking; the Nine Suns Pavilion has no chance of resisting. We surrender now." (End of Chapter)