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

"I will obey the Dao Ancestor's command!"

As Gu Xuan bowed to accept the order, a fervent fighting spirit ignited in his eyes when he looked up.

He shared the same view as Ye Yang.

The Flying Heaven Gate has just been hit by a demonic tide and needs a victory to boost morale. Rescuing Green Bamboo Valley is the perfect opportunity.

Moreover, the two sects are not far apart. If the Green Bamboo Valley is breached by the demons, the Flying Heaven Sect will likely be attacked from both sides.

Thinking of this, Gu Xuan turned to look at the two elders of the Enforcement Hall behind him, his voice as deep as if it had been tempered with iron.

"Pass on my order: all disciples at the True Person Realm or above within the garrison must immediately drop everything and assemble at the South Gate Square in a quarter of an hour to accompany me to reinforce Green Bamboo Valley! Anyone who dares to delay will be dealt with according to the sect rules!"

"Yes! Leader!"

Upon hearing Gu Xuan's instructions, the two elders responded in unison, and before they finished speaking, their figures transformed into two streaks of light and shot out.

The elder on the left fluttered his sleeves, catching a few spirit leaves, while the elder on the right casually grabbed the token at his waist, clearly afraid of delaying the gathering of disciples.

Within a quarter of an hour, seven or eight cultivators at the True Person realm were already standing in the South Gate Square.

Behind these cultivators at the True Person realm were thousands of disciples dressed in battle robes that had been washed until they gleamed with a bluish light.

The disciples in the front row, in particular, still had mud on their sleeves from repairing the spiritual veins, yet they stood up straight with no fear in their eyes.

Su Muyao stood beside Gu Xuan, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of the Purple Jade Sword in her sleeve. When her gaze swept over the array below, her eyebrows lifted slightly.

She was used to the relaxed demeanor of disciples from various sects, but she didn't expect that the lower-ranking disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect would be so composed.

She turned to look at Gu Xuan, her tone softening slightly: "Sect Leader Gu, the disciples are in high spirits. If we delay any longer, things might go wrong. Let's set off."

Gu Xuan nodded, then turned to look at Zhu Qingfeng, who was already anxiously wringing his hands, and softened his tone: "Elder Zhu, lead the way ahead, let's hurry on our way."

Zhu Qingfeng seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly replied, "Thank you, Sect Leader Gu! Thank you, Elder Su! This way, please!"

As he spoke, he was about to transform into a streak of light, but he stumbled due to his haste. After regaining his balance, he blushed and sped up, his blue Taoist robe leaving a trail of afterimages in the wind, as he hurriedly headed towards the direction of Green Bamboo Valley.

Gu Xuan and Su Muyao followed closely behind, with more than a thousand disciples following behind them like a long blue dragon. The sound of them cutting through the air was buzzing, causing the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests along the way to scatter and flee.

On the South Gate Square, Ye Yang watched the departing reinforcements, and gently tapped the wooden box left by Zhu Qingfeng with his fingertips. The simple bamboo pattern on the box surface shimmered in the sunlight.

He turned and walked toward the meditation room, his steps slow, yet each step landed on the earth's spiritual eye, his body surrounded by a faint aura of spiritual energy.

The Dao power that was depleted during the repair of the spiritual veins is slowly recovering with the help of the spiritual veins.

Back in the quiet room, Ye Yang placed the wooden box on the stone table. His fingertips brushed against the copper lock on the lid, and with a slight movement of spiritual energy, the lock clicked open.

As soon as the lid was lifted, a rich, woody aura wafted out, carrying the freshness of bamboo after the rain and the weight of aged wood, instantly filling the entire room.

Ye Yang subconsciously took a deep breath, and felt the Dao power in his dantian flow smoothly, just like a stream nourished by spring rain.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he reached out and took out the pale yellow silk cloth from the box.

The silk fabric felt slightly cool to the touch, and its texture was surprisingly supple. The blue patterns on it were not drawn with ink, but rather outlined with a sap that contained the power of wood spirits, and there was a faint shimmering light between the patterns.

Upon closer inspection, one could see subtle spiritual energy flowing slowly within the patterns, as if it were alive.

He laid the silk cloth flat on the stone table, dipped his fingertip in some tea, and gently touched the intersection of the patterns.

At first, the lines seemed chaotic, but as the power flowed into his fingertips, the scene before him suddenly changed.

The seemingly disordered patterns gradually merged into a three-dimensional array, with countless tiny sword shadows weaving through it, sometimes coalescing into pillars, sometimes dispersing into a net.

A glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes.

"So the inheritance of Green Bamboo Valley is not simply a sword technique, but a secret of setting up formations with swords!"

The more he looked, the more alarmed he became. He slowly traced the lines with his fingers, muttering to himself.

"Gathering and scattering at will, the weak defeating the strong... the treasure of Green Bamboo Valley seems to be more complex than imagined."

After reading it, Ye Yang let out a sigh of relief.

The most wonderful thing about this sword formation is that it does not require cultivators to have extremely high cultivation levels; as long as they can operate their sword intent according to the formation diagram.

If it were a collection of hundreds of longswords of the level of a meridian-suppressing magical artifact.

Even a cultivator at the True Person Realm can use the power of the array to contend with a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, if it were replaced with a Dao artifact, it would be enough to trap a Nascent Soul Dao Realm cultivator and a Void Refinement Realm expert.

What's even more remarkable is that the wood spirit power contained in the array not only enhances sword intent but also slowly heals cultivators' injuries during battle.

Ye Yang recalled the scene during the previous demonic tide when the Flying Heaven Sect disciples had to retreat from the battlefield due to severe injuries, and his eyes became more solemn.

"No wonder Green Bamboo Valley, despite possessing this technique, was still breached by those demons."

After a long while, Ye Yang let out a breath. This method was naturally not a problem, but it required too much financial resources from the cultivator and the foundation of the sect.

Let alone Dao artifacts, even hundreds of low-grade Dao artifacts would be a bottomless pit.

Even with the current resources of the Flying Heaven Sect, they cannot produce it in a short time.

However, Ye Yang saw something else in this.

As the saying goes, "stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade," and this is exactly the case.

"My Sword Intent of Delusion is too fierce, and the Soul of Annihilation is too destructive. When facing a large-scale demon race, I do lack the means to take care of my disciples."

Ye Yang lightly touched the silk cloth with his fingertip.

The next moment, a subtle sword intent of piercing illusion was injected into the array diagram.

Instantly, the originally cyan sword shadows in the array were tinged with a layer of golden light, and their power increased by a factor of magnitude out of thin air.

He nodded in satisfaction, sat cross-legged, placed the silk on his lap, closed his eyes, and began to study it carefully.

I don’t know how long it took.

A faint blue light appeared in the sky, intertwining with the spiritual energy surrounding Ye Yang.

The setting sun outside the window had already dipped below the horizon, bathing the room in a warm yellow hue.

Ye Yang then opened his eyes, his fingertips brushed across the silk cloth, and a cyan sword aura shot out, landing on the blue stone in the courtyard. After the sword aura dispersed, it transformed into a small illusory bamboo forest.

At the same time, just as Ye Yang was gaining all his insights from the Green Bamboo Sword Diagram.

Meanwhile, the reinforcements led by Gu Xuan and Su Muyao have arrived at the outskirts of Qingzhu Valley.

Before the two even got close, they smelled a stench mixed with blood and decay.

Su Muyao frowned subconsciously, raised her hand and waved out a purple light to dispel the turbid energy in front of the disciples beside her.

Following the turbid air was a dense aura of demonic energy. If a low-level disciple inhaled too much of it, it might damage their meridians.

"Such heavy demonic energy!"

Gu Xuan stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowed in a frown.

He looked up and saw that the Green Bamboo Valley, which was once surrounded by green bamboo and shrouded in spiritual mist, had now become a scorched wasteland.

The huge green bamboo at the valley entrance was cut in half, the cut was black, and it was still emitting a faint black smoke.

The once exquisite bamboo house was mostly collapsed, with tattered cloth curtains hanging from the broken beams, stained with dark red blood.

The air was filled with the remnants of martial arts weapons and fragments of clothing.

Upon seeing this scene, Zhu Qingfeng's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down, his voice choked with sobs.

"It's only been three days... how could it have turned out like this...?"

Su Muyao's gaze swept across the valley and quickly locked onto a demonic figure in the central square. Her tone instantly turned cold.

"Elder Zhu, please accept my condolences. Now is not the time to grieve. We must first kill that demon to save the remaining disciples."

As she spoke, she was about to rush over, but Gu Xuan stopped her with his hand.

"Elder Su, please wait a moment. Green Bamboo Valley has a powerful protective array, but it was breached so quickly. We must be careful and not act rashly."

As Gu Xuan spoke, he took out several communication talismans from his storage bag and distributed them to the elders and stewards at the True Person realm beside him.

"You lead your disciples to flank from both sides and rescue the trapped Qingzhu Valley disciples. Elder Su and I will go in and take a look."

Just then, a scream suddenly came from the square.

Everyone looked up and discovered a lush bamboo forest stretching for thousands of acres in front of them.

A disciple of Green Bamboo Valley was struck by an axe, his body instantly split in two, and black demonic energy devoured his flesh.

A short while later, a rough and unpleasant voice came out.

"Who else? Come out and face your death! The primordial spirits of these cultivators are truly delicious!"

"You wicked creature! Stop!"

Gu Xuan could no longer contain himself. He roared and charged out like an arrow, drawing his long sword.

The cyan sword energy, carrying the pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul Dao Realm cultivator, headed towards the source of the sound.

Upon hearing the angry shout, the demon general turned his head and saw a glint of greed in his eyes when he saw Gu Xuan.

"Another Nascent Soul Realm cultivator has arrived! Perfect timing to replenish my depleted demonic energy!"

He swung his spiked demonic axe, which blazed with black demonic light, and slashed at the sword energy.

"clang!"

The clang of metal against metal caused the surrounding broken walls to crumble and dust to fall. The cyan sword energy and black demonic light collided, and the resulting shockwave cracked the ground.

Gu Xuan felt a tingling sensation in his arm and a dull ache in his tiger's mouth. He was forced back three steps by the immense force of the demon general.

He was shocked: "The power of this demon race is so formidable! Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators would never possess such brute strength!"

Just as the demon was about to press his advantage, a pale purple streak of light suddenly appeared from the side. Su Muyao's figure had already appeared behind the demon general, her Purple Jade Sword gleaming coldly, its tip pointing directly at the demon general's back.

"Your opponent is me!"

The demon general felt a chill behind him, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly turned around to parry with his axe. However, the Purple Jade Sword was too sharp and contained pure primordial spirit power, piercing through the gap in the demon axe as easily as cutting tofu, leaving a deep bloody gash on the demon general's scales.

Black demonic blood gushed out, sizzling and corroding as it hit the ground.

The demon roared in pain, its voice like a broken gong.

"You vile woman! How dare you hurt me! I will tear you to pieces!"

"kill!"

Gu Xuan seized the opportunity to launch another attack. The twelve Mountain and Sea Pearls in front of him condensed together, which could be used for both offense and defense. The two Nascent Soul Realm experts, one on the left and one on the right, instantly suppressed the demon general.

These twelve Mountain and Sea Pearls were given to Ye Yang by the ancient Qilin clan years ago. The set of twelve is extremely powerful.

Later, Ye Yang gave these to Gu Xuan. Each one carried immense power, forcing the demon general to defend with all his might.

Su Muyao's swordsmanship was as swift as lightning, and the Ziyao Sword seemed to come alive in her hands, adding wounds to the demon generals from time to time.

The demon general gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. The demonic energy around him became thinner and thinner, most of his scales were broken, and black demonic blood dripped continuously from his wounds.

"You dare kill me! My master will never let you get away with this!"

A cold glint flashed in Su Muyao's eyes, and the Purple Jade Sword suddenly burst forth with a dazzling purple light, with countless tiny sword shadows condensing around the sword.

"Enough with the nonsense! Purple Jade Sword Technique, ultimate kill!" The sword shadow shot towards the demon general like a meteor, instantly piercing through his defenses.

"Pfft!"

The Purple Jade Sword pierced precisely between the demon general's eyebrows, instantly freezing his movements, and the greed and cruelty in his eyes gradually dissipated.

At this moment, after seeing the demon general die, Zhu Qingfeng had already rushed into the heart of Green Bamboo Valley.

He crouched beside a severely injured cultivator from Green Bamboo Valley, trembling as he channeled his magical power into him.

"Junior brother, don't be afraid, the Flying Heaven Sect reinforcements have arrived, we are safe!"

As he spoke, he let out a silent sigh.

At this moment, most of the surviving disciples of Green Bamboo Valley were seriously injured. Some had broken arms, and some had their meridians corroded by demonic energy. Clearly, Green Bamboo Valley's base in the Star Sea Demon Realm had been completely destroyed.

Gu Xuan watched this scene with mixed feelings.

He turned to his disciples behind him and gave them instructions.

"You will split into two teams. One team will take healing pills to treat the disciples of Green Bamboo Valley and search for any survivors."

"The other team will follow the elders of the Enforcement Hall to clear away the remaining demonic energy in the valley and carefully check for any hidden demonic cultivators. If any remnants of the demon race are found, they will be killed immediately!"

"Yes! Leader!"

The disciples responded in unison and immediately dispersed.

After the man's injuries stabilized, Zhu Qingfeng stepped forward and bowed deeply to Gu Xuan and Su Muyao, his waist almost touching the ground.

"Many thanks to the two seniors for saving us. If it weren't for you, Green Bamboo Valley would truly be wiped out today. We will never forget your great kindness! If Flying Heaven Sect ever needs our help again, the entire Green Bamboo Valley will go through fire and water without hesitation!" (End of Chapter)