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

Yan Qingying stood on the desolate Gobi Desert, flicked her finger, and a red Dao power instantly wrapped around the Phoenix Treasure Ship like a wisp of silk.

The phoenix carving on the bow of the ship was originally still.

Awakened by magic at this moment, it instantly burst forth with a dazzling red light.

Especially after its wings broke free from the constraints of wood and stone, they spread out, and the tail feathers shimmered with the scorching glow of the Southern Ming Fire, outlining the massive silhouette of the treasure ship in the night.

Before long, it soared into the sky, tearing through the night sky of the Gobi Desert, leaving a trail of crimson several meters long behind it.

Even the howling wind was scorched and twisted.

After the flying boat sailed away, the six-winged demon corpse that had been following Yan Qingying also stepped heavily onto the deck.

The next moment, six pairs of black wings slowly unfolded behind it, blotting out the sky.

The wings were covered with dark purple magic patterns. With a gentle flap of the wings, an invisible wave of air spread out, blocking all the gales that came along the way from reaching the treasure ship.

Yan Qingying stood at the bow of the treasure ship, the wind whistling as it blew the hem of her dress, revealing a silver wristband that gleamed coldly beneath.

"Senior Brother Ye is always calm and composed. He would never personally send a message unless it is a critical moment."

She murmured to herself and looked up into the distance.

In the distance, the treasure ship broke through the thick clouds, and the outline of the Flying Gate's Ziyuan Star Base vaguely appeared in the night.

In less than half an hour, the Phoenix Treasure Ship landed steadily on the training ground of the Flying Heaven Sect's residence amidst a series of roars.

At this moment, under the light of the Nanming Fire on the treasure ship, the array patterns glowed with a faint red light.

Yan Qingying touched the deck with her toes.

His figure darted to the center of the training ground like a wild goose, and he raised his hand to take out a bronze bell from his storage bag.

The bronze bell was about half a person's height, with the emblem of the Flying Heaven Sect and mountain and cloud patterns engraved on its body. As Yan Qingying poured her spiritual power into it, the bell trembled slightly and emitted its first chime.

"Boom!"

After the first chime, the second chime followed immediately, and the sound waves spread out as visible ripples when the third chime fell.

Even the branches and leaves of the ancient trees next to the training ground shook violently.

"All disciples at the True Person Realm and above, assemble at the training ground within a quarter of an hour!"

Yan Qingying gave the order, her voice carrying a powerful Dao force, which immediately resounded like thunder throughout the camp.

In a short while, the sound of air being torn apart echoed across the training ground.

Immediately afterwards, the atmosphere in the air changed drastically, and soon after, more than a dozen figures landed neatly on the training ground.

These people all exuded a calm and collected aura, surrounded by magical power; they were all cultivators at or above the True Person realm.

"Greetings, Elder Yan!"

Everyone bowed in unison, their eyes filled with reverence.

"Elder Yan's summons must mean something big has happened. We will do our utmost to help."

Yan Qingying raised her hand and showed the communication jade talisman, informing everyone of the information sent by Gu Xuan and Ye Yang.

"Everyone, I have received a secret message. The demons of the Star Sea Demon Realm have launched a large-scale invasion, causing heavy casualties on the front lines. Sect Leader Gu Xuan and Dao Ancestor Ye are already stationed at the front lines and urgently need support."

"This mission to provide aid concerns the safety of Xinghai, as well as the reputation of our Flying Heaven Sect. Those who wish to accompany me, please board the ship immediately; those with concerns may remain at their posts, but must strictly guard the mountain gate and ensure no mistakes are made!"

"We are willing to go with Elder Yan!"

A dozen voices spoke in unison, their eyes blazing with fierce fighting spirit.

Zhao Rui, a newly appointed disciple, gripped his longsword tightly; the blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"I have long heard of the legend of Dao Ancestor Ye slaying the demon with a single sword, and today I finally have the opportunity to fight alongside him!"

Lin Mo nodded in agreement.

"Slaying demons and protecting the righteous path is the duty of cultivators. If the Star Sea is destroyed, even the Purple Enclosure Star Land will find it difficult to remain unscathed!"

Yan Qingying nodded in satisfaction, then turned and leaped toward the Phoenix Treasure Ship.

"In that case, everyone, follow me. Our destination is the Star Sea Demon Realm. Full speed ahead!"

Upon hearing this, the group moved swiftly, landing on the deck of the treasure ship like birds.

Yan Qingying lightly tapped the totem on the bow of the ship again with her fingertips. The phoenix-carved wings flapped violently, and the Nanming Fire surged several times over, enveloping the treasure ship in a huge fireball.

After the fireball shot into the sky, it transformed into a streak of crimson light and quickly sped towards the Star Sea Demon Realm, scorching away the clouds along its path.

Just as Yan Qingying was piloting her treasure ship across the sky, inside the Qinglan Sect, which was closest to the Flying Heaven Gate.

Sect Master Qin Feng was sitting around discussing matters with several elders. A star chart was displayed in the hall, and the group was discussing the recent anomalies in the direction of the star sea.

Qin Feng stood up, walked to the window, and saw a streak of crimson light piercing the night sky, emitting violent fluctuations that reached more than a dozen levels above the True Person Realm. He was greatly surprised.

"That's the Phoenix Treasure Ship of the Flying Heaven Sect!"

Qin Feng's eyes were filled with shock, and he raised his hand to rub his temples.

"With such a display of force, are they going to send out their entire force?"

The white-haired elder beside him calculated with his fingers for a moment, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

"A few days ago, I observed the stars and saw demonic energy soaring into the sky from the direction of the starry sea. I thought it was just a small-scale disturbance, but I never expected it to have reached this level!"

Not only the Qinglan Sect, but also the Liuyun Sect, the Iron Sword Sect, the Hundred Flowers Valley, and other sects have noticed the movements of the Flying Heaven Sect.

Inside the council hall of the Liuyun Sect, Sect Master Zhou Yun stroked the jade ruyi in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"The Flying Heaven Sect is always cautious, and Yan Qingying never does anything pointless. The fact that she brought more than a dozen experts to aid Xinghai this time must mean something big has happened."

Elder Wu Tao, who was standing next to him, sighed.

"The spiritual energy in the direction of Xinghai has become increasingly chaotic recently, and something bad may have really happened."

Inside the council hall of the Iron Sword Sect, several sword cultivator elders were wiping their swords.

Shen Lie, a sword cultivator elder dressed in white, suddenly stopped what he was doing. His long sword trembled slightly, as if he were sensing something.

"The spiritual energy in my sword is fluctuating, which must be due to a problem in the direction of the Star Sea. The small-scale demon invasion a few years ago was suppressed by the Flying Heaven Sect, and this time it is probably on a larger scale."

Another elder, Zheng Shan, nodded.

"The Flying Gate's actions are so significant that we cannot stand idly by."

Amid the discussion, messages came from various sects' news channels.

When news spread that "the demons of the Star Sea Demon Realm have launched a large-scale invasion," "Master Ye and Sect Leader Gu Xuan are personally overseeing the front lines," and "more than half of the cultivators on the front lines have been killed or wounded."

All sects were shaken.

A decisive look flashed in Qin Feng's eyes as he slammed his hand on the table.

"If the Star Sea is destroyed, we will be the next to suffer! Issue my order to summon all Nascent Soul Realm elders and core disciples, prepare magical artifacts and pills, and rush to the aid of the Star Sea immediately!"

"To fight alongside Daozu Ye is both a responsibility and an opportunity for our sect to enhance its prestige!"

Elder Chen Song bowed in response.

"Sect Master is wise! I'll make the arrangements right away!"

Inside the Iron Sword Sect's council hall, the elders quickly reached a consensus.

Shen Lie stood up, his longsword drawn, its cold light gleaming. "Our Iron Sword Sect is founded on the sword, and it is our duty to slay demons and protect the righteous path! We are dispatching three Nascent Soul Realm elders and five True Person Realm core disciples to accompany the Flying Heaven Sect!"

Zheng Shan added.

"Prepare healing pills and protective talismans to ensure the safety of your disciple."

On the contrary, Zhou Yun, the sect leader of Liuyun Sect, shook his head, his tone full of concerns.

"The demons are ruthless, and the situation in the Star Sea is unclear. A hasty departure could be a one-way trip. Send word to close the mountain gates, activate the protective array, and forbid all disciples from leaving. Observe the situation closely!"

Elder Wu Tao hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement.

"The sect leader has considered everything carefully. Preserving the sect is the most important thing right now."

The council hall of Hundred Flowers Valley.

Valley Master Su Wan frowned as she looked at the communication jade slip in her hand.

"Most of my disciples cultivate auxiliary techniques, specializing in healing and alchemy. Their combat strength is limited, so why should they get involved in this mess?"

An elder woman echoed this.

"The Valley Master is right. By guarding the mountain gate and providing pills for the cultivators who come to our aid, we can also be a source of assistance."

Su Wan nodded.

"Pass on my order: close the mountain gates, and all alchemists must immediately enter the alchemy rooms to refine healing pills."

For a time, the sects near Ziyuan Starfield split into two distinct factions.

Sects such as Qinglan Sect and Iron Sword Sect gathered their disciples.

The Azure Phoenix Treasure Ship of the Azure Mist Sect and the Sword-shaped Flying Ship of the Iron Sword Sect took off one after another, echoing the Phoenix Treasure Ship of the Flying Sky Sect, and headed towards the Star Sea Demon Realm.

Meanwhile, sects like Liuyun Sect and Baihua Valley kept their gates tightly shut.

Meanwhile, night was falling in Qingzhu Valley.

At the summit of Bamboo Peak, Ye Yang sat cross-legged on a smooth blue stone, surrounded by a faint blue aura.

He slowly opened his eyes, a flash of cyan sword light disappearing from them, and the cyan bamboo spiritual energy around him surged into his body like a tide.

After flowing through the meridians, it finally converged into the dantian, making his Dao power even more refined.

Ye Yang raised his hand and grasped the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword that was floating in front of him.

The illusory image of green bamboo on the sword gradually dissipated, replaced by a layer of warm green light, as delicate as jade to the touch, yet faintly revealing a sharp sword intent.

After several days of seclusion, his understanding of the Green Bamboo Sword Intent has reached perfection.

Previously, the sword techniques were hard and sharp, like unsharpened iron, powerful but lacking in variation; now, with the flexibility and agility of green bamboo incorporated, the sword intent is as flexible and adaptable as green bamboo.

It can pierce the sky like a bamboo stalk, splitting through thick demonic armor, and it can also meander and entwine like bamboo branches, binding the enemy's body.

He gently swung his sword, and a streak of cyan sword energy flew out from the tip of the sword.

The sword energy did not travel in a straight line, but rather meandered and twisted like the branches of green bamboo, nimbly bypassing the three intersecting bamboo stalks in front of it.
It even paused slightly in mid-air to adjust its direction before accurately hitting a distant mountain peak.

There was a muffled "bang" sound.

The moment the cyan sword energy struck the mountain peak, it did not erupt with a deafening roar. Instead, like spring rain nourishing all things, it slowly seeped the contained cyan bamboo sword intent into the rocks.

The next moment, the entire mountain peak was tinged with a faint blue light.

Countless tender shoots sprouted from the cracks in the rocks, and in just a few breaths they grew into lush green bamboo branches.

Swaying gently in the mountain breeze, it resembles a "bamboo peak" awakened by the intent of swordsmanship.

Ye Yang looked at the scene before him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He was about to further understand the true meaning of "overcoming strength with softness" in the Green Bamboo Sword Painting.

The Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his palm suddenly trembled violently.

The azure light on the sword surged, as if it had found a resonance, and emitted bursts of humming towards the Green Bamboo Valley below the bamboo peak.

At the same time, the cultivators in Green Bamboo Valley all noticed something amiss.

They then realized that the sword in their hands was suddenly jumping uncontrollably, the cloth strips on the hilt were shaken loose, and the blade was tilting slightly towards the top of the bamboo peak, emitting a "humming" sound.

"What's going on? Why did my magic sword suddenly go out of control?"

Not far away, Elder Wang Chen of Qingzhu Valley, who was instructing his disciples on sword practice, suddenly had his Hanchi sword fly out of its sheath and hover in mid-air, its tip pointing directly at the bamboo peak.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he reached out to recall his sword, only to find that the sword was being attracted by a magnet, slowly flying towards the direction of Bamboo Peak, and no matter how much he urged his Dao power, he could not stop it.

"This sword intent... the return of ten thousand swords to their origin... it's from Dao Ancestor Ye!"

In a short while, all the swords in the Green Bamboo Valley—whether they were the practice swords in the hands of disciples, the magical swords at the waists of elders, or the ancient immortal swords hidden in the sword tomb—broke free from their restraints and flew towards the summit of Bamboo Peak.

Countless longswords converged in the air, forming a spectacular "river of swords".

The intertwined spiritual light on the sword reflected a faint blue halo throughout the entire Green Bamboo Valley.

"Look! The Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

A disciple pointed at the sword river in the sky, his eyes filled with shock, and involuntarily ran towards the direction of Bamboo Peak.

The other cultivators also reacted one after another, marveling at the strange phenomenon before them, while following closely behind the sword, rushing towards the summit of Bamboo Peak.

When everyone arrived at the foot of Bamboo Peak, they looked up and saw Ye Daozu sitting cross-legged on a blue stone, surrounded by countless long swords.

"Is this the cultivation level of Daozu Ye?"

One of the disciples stared wide-eyed at the figure.

Elder Wang Chen stroked his beard, his eyes filled with emotion.

"I have cultivated for decades and have only ever heard of ancient sword cultivators being able to summon ten thousand swords to return to their origin. I never thought I would actually see it with my own eyes today!"

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound, for fear of disturbing Ye Yang's cultivation.

As they gazed at the river of swords in the sky and felt the flowing green bamboo sword intent within it, many disciples were even plunged into a state of enlightenment.

Meanwhile, deep within the Green Bamboo Valley, in the Elder's Hall...

Several core elders who were in seclusion were also alarmed by this sword intent.

Elder Lin Cang, a Golden Core cultivator, was sitting cross-legged in the Spirit Gathering Array.

As Ye Yang's Green Bamboo Sword Intent spread into the Elder Hall, he suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them.

"This sword intent is gentle yet sharp, supple yet resilient, perfectly incorporating the characteristics of green bamboo into the sword intent!"

He abruptly stood up, disregarding the need to continue cultivating his Dao power, and strode outside the hall, gazing towards the summit of Bamboo Peak. When he saw the scene of ten thousand swords returning to their origin in the sky, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"I had been pursuing the power of sword intent with all my might, but I neglected the power of 'softness.' Ye Daozu's cultivation has given me a wake-up call!"

The other elders also came out of the Elder Hall, gazing at the view from the top of Bamboo Peak, their eyes filled with a look of sudden enlightenment.

In an instant, several core elders sat cross-legged in the square outside the Elder Hall, closed their eyes, and immersed themselves in the insights brought by Ye Yang's sword intent.

Some elders were practicing sword moves, adjusting the balance between strength and gentleness in their sword techniques.

Some elders practiced their cultivation techniques, guiding the spiritual energy within their bodies to flow according to their new insights.

Some elders took out their swords and gently wiped the blades, as if communicating with their blades telepathically. (End of Chapter)