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

"Damn it! They have teleportation talismans!"

Seeing the white light growing ever brighter and Li Chen's figure about to completely dissipate, the Golden Core cultivators at the head of the Blood Shadow Sect flashed a ruthless glint in their eyes.

"Stop him! We can't let this brat get away!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure shot out like an arrow, his black aura surging and condensing into a huge blood-red ghost claw, tearing through the air with a whistling sound, and fiercely grabbing at the white light.

The other two cultivators at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm also exerted their power simultaneously. One summoned a jet-black sandalwood longsword, while the other formed hand seals and activated an evil technique.

Instantly, countless black vines sprouted from the ground.

However, the old man had anticipated their actions, and he coughed up his last mouthful of blood.

"Trying to stop the descendants of my Li family? Wishful thinking!"

He suddenly threw the rusty dagger in his hand, which suddenly grew in size in the air and transformed into a giant green steel blade several meters long.

There was a loud "ding" sound.

The giant blade collided with the demonic claw, sparks flying everywhere.

"Unbelievable!"

The Golden Core cultivator roared and unleashed his ghostly claws, slamming them hard against the azure light screen.

With a crisp "crack," the light screen was instantly covered with cracks.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into an ancient tree, which then snapped in two.

But by this time, the teleportation spell was nearing its end.

"No!"

The Golden Core cultivator let out a roar of resentment, watching helplessly as Li Chen's figure completely disappeared in the white light, and he could no longer sense any trace of his presence.

"Useless! All of you are useless! You couldn't even stop two seriously injured people!"

Spatial turbulence is like a raging, turbulent sea.

Li Chen felt like a rootless duckweed, being torn apart and tossed about by an invisible force.

The spatial energy around him was sharp as a knife, scraping his already wounded body and causing him unbearable pain. The claw marks on his left arm were bleeding profusely.

At this moment, the black evil blood within his body intertwined with the spatial turbulence, burning him so intensely that he almost fainted.

I don't know how long I struggled in this chaos; it felt like a cycle had passed, or perhaps it was just a moment.

When that violent spatial force suddenly dissipated.

Li Chen fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto a soft patch of grass.

He struggled to get up, his bones feeling like they were falling apart, and he grimaced in pain.

The sight before him made him instantly forget the pain.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. The air was thick with a spiritual energy so rich it was almost impossible to breathe. Taking a breath, I felt the spiritual energy in my dantian become more active, and even the pain from my wounds lessened considerably.

In the distance, there are rolling green mountains, their peaks soaring into the clouds, with mist swirling around them, giving them an ethereal, otherworldly feel.

Is this the territory of the Flying Heaven Gate?
Li Chen was deeply shocked; he had never imagined that such a beautiful and spiritual place existed in the world.

In Black Wind Ridge, spiritual energy is pitifully scarce, and even cultivation requires several times the effort of ordinary people.

Here, the spiritual energy is so abundant it's almost tangible; it's practically a paradise for cultivators.

He staggered forward for about half an hour, and suddenly a wide expanse of water appeared in front of him. The water was rippling, the color was as green as jade, and the area of ​​the water was extremely wide.

Looking out into the distance, fishing boats dot the surface of the lake.

Dozens of men dressed in coarse cloth short jackets were fishing in a fishing boat. The fishing nets were cast out, and soon after they hit the water, they pulled up a net full of fresh and plump spirit fish, their silver scales shimmering and filled with spiritual energy.

Along the lake, many people are still building a dam.

Many of these people were cultivators at the Qi Condensation Realm with weak auras, and they worked together to lift the huge bluestone.

On the embankment, several well-dressed men, who looked like stewards and had jade pendants hanging from their waists, were patrolling back and forth, occasionally pointing out a few words in a calm tone without the slightest arrogance.

Li Chen was dressed in rags, covered in blood and dust, looking extremely disheveled. As soon as he reached the lakeside, a middle-aged cultivator who was resting noticed him. This cultivator was about at the Foundation Establishment stage, with a simple and honest smile on his face. Upon seeing him, the cultivator took the initiative to come forward.

"Young man, have you encountered some trouble? Judging from your appearance, you seem to have come on a journey?"

Li Chen was taken aback, not expecting the people here to be so friendly.

He nodded, his voice hoarse.

"This junior...this junior did indeed travel here, but encountered some unforeseen circumstances along the way."

"Judging from your appearance, you must have suffered a lot. Our Bihu Marsh is located at the foot of the Flying Heaven Gate and is under the jurisdiction of the Zhang family of Chazi. Now is the season for repairing the dikes and storing spirit fish, and we are short of manpower."

"If you don't mind, why don't you do some work here? Food and lodging will be provided, and I can even give you some spirit stones to heal your wounds. What do you say?"

Li Chen's heart stirred, and following the middle-aged cultivator's gaze, he saw wisps of smoke rising from the shores of Bihu Lake, with many villages scattered in a neat and orderly fashion, their houses all featuring blue tiles and white walls.

On the main road between the villages, pedestrians came and went in an endless stream: there were peddlers carrying loads and hawking their wares, monks walking in groups, and children laughing and playing, a scene of peace and prosperity.

What shocked him even more was that many of those people were cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage.

In Black Wind Ridge, cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage are already considered minor experts, so they wouldn't be here.

But here, they looked calm and composed, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

"Here... can all the cultivators live such peaceful lives?"

Li Chen couldn't help but ask.

"Of course! With the Flying Heaven Gate in charge, our area is very peaceful, and no one dares to cause trouble. Besides, the Zhang family has benefited greatly from the Flying Heaven Gate, and they have been developing better and better in recent years."

"Not only will they provide us with work, but they will also provide cultivation resources for lower-level cultivators. Even Qi Refining stage cultivators can earn a living and accumulate some spirit stones to continue their cultivation as long as they are willing to work hard."

He raised his hand and pointed to a spot not far away.

"See that? That's Tao'an Market over there, the liveliest place in our area!"

"It has everything: pills, magic weapons, cultivation techniques and manuals. Even ordinary cultivators can find a lot of good things there. This is all thanks to the Flying Heaven Sect. If it were any other place, where would you find such a peaceful and prosperous scene?"

Li Chen looked in the direction he was pointing.

In the distance, one can vaguely see a bustling scene, with densely packed shops standing side by side, their eaves soaring and corners shrouded in a spiritual atmosphere.

Seeing that he was engrossed in watching, the middle-aged cultivator spoke again.

"The Zhang family of this fork was originally just an ordinary family. It relied entirely on the protection of the Flying Heaven Sect to grow together with the sect. Now it is one of the top families under the Flying Heaven Sect."

“The clan not only has Golden Core cultivators in charge, but also controls important areas such as Bihu Marsh. They are very powerful. Even so, the Zhang family does not dare to slack off in the slightest and always follows the lead of the Flying Heaven Sect.”

A storm raged in Li Chen's heart.

He grew up in Black Wind Ridge from a young age and was accustomed to the scenes of the strong preying on the weak and the suffering of the people.

Lower-level cultivators are like ants; a slight misstep can lead to their demise, let alone a peaceful life and the accumulation of resources.

Yet, within the territory of the Flying Heaven Gate, even Qi Refining stage cultivators could have a stable livelihood. The markets were bustling, and the people lived in peace and happiness. Such a scene was simply unimaginable to him.

Only then did he understand.

The power of the Flying Heaven Sect lies not only in its top-notch combat strength, but also in its ability to protect the people of the region, allowing the families and cultivators who depend on it to live in peace and prosperity.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and awe in his heart, and cupped his hands to the middle-aged cultivator: "Thank you for informing me, senior. I have come here today because I need to go to the main peak of the Flying Heaven Sect. I wonder if you could point me in the right direction?"

The middle-aged cultivator pointed to the northeast and smiled.

"Just keep walking along this main road, past Tao'an Market, and over three mountains, and you'll see the gate of Feitianmen."

“That mountain gate is always shrouded in golden light, so it can be recognized at a glance. However, young brother, the Flying Heaven Sect has strict security. You probably won’t be able to get close in your current appearance. Why don’t you change into some clean clothes at Peach Hermitage Market first and find out the rules before you go?”

Li Chen nodded gratefully: "This junior will keep your teachings in mind, senior."

He didn't linger, clutching the brocade box in his arms, and walked in the direction the middle-aged cultivator had pointed.

The road beneath our feet is flat and wide, paved with bluestone slabs, and lined with lush spiritual trees, exuding a refreshing spiritual energy.

Along the way, one could frequently see cultivators and mortals coming and going, all with peaceful expressions, hurrying along but not showing any panic. (End of Chapter)