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

in the crowd.

A middle-aged rogue cultivator dressed in a patched Taoist robe stared intently at the contents of the illusory image, a crazed glint in his eyes.

Herbs grow everywhere, and rare mineral veins are exposed on the surface.

The scene shifts, finally settling on a line of blood-red yet dazzlingly golden characters:
[Anyone who enters the wilderness with this order shall have 50% of the resources obtained kept by them, and 50% given to the Flying Heaven Gate! The Flying Heaven Gate will provide protection, establish strongholds, and collect all spiritual items!]

[If a rare mineral deposit is discovered, the deposit of medium-sized or larger veins belongs to the Flying Heaven Sect, and the discoverer or their family receives one-thousandth of the profits! Deposits of smaller than medium-sized veins belong to the discoverer.]

Those who slay high-level demonic beasts can exchange their demonic cores for the Flying Heaven Sect's inherited cultivation techniques, Martial Luck Golden Cores, and even... secret techniques to aid in breaking through to the True Person realm, and even Daoist arts!

boom!
If the silence just now was the calm before the storm...

At this moment, the entire Flying Heaven Sect, and even the cultivation world within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, was in complete uproar.

Fifty percent of the artifact belongs to the discoverer! Mineral veins of medium size or smaller belong to the discoverer!
What an insane proportion, and what a massive scale!

You should know that in the past, when independent cultivators and small families relied on major sects to explore secret realms, they would be grateful if they could get 20% of the reward, and they would still have to be mindful of the major sects' attitude.

But now, the Flying Heaven Gate only needs 50%?
Not to mention the final redemption list.

The secret methods to break through to the True Person realm even include Taoist techniques.

That is a heaven-defying elixir that can cause countless cultivators to break their heads and countless small families to go bankrupt in their pursuit of it!

"Fifty percent of the profits go to me...I can also exchange them for sect resources...and even have the chance to join the Flying Heaven Sect..."

Many cultivators muttered to themselves, their fists clenching tighter and tighter.

"I've cultivated for eighty years and I'm still stuck in the late stage of Martial Artist because I lack the elixirs to break through to the Purple Mansion realm! This is a crucial opportunity, so I'll give it my all!"

The rogue cultivator suddenly stood up, abandoning his stall, and flew towards the outskirts of the city.

Similar scenes are playing out everywhere.
The Qi family was not far from the Flying Heaven Gate's residence.

Back then, seeing the potential for expansion in the Star Sea Demon Realm, the Qi family didn't hesitate to sell all their assets and bring their elite cultivators to the Star Sea Demon Realm.

Unexpectedly, upon arriving in the Star Sea Demon Realm, they discovered the weakness of the Qi family.

Although they were fortunate enough to escape the demons' attack this time, the Star Sea Demon Realm has now entered a stage where major sects are leading its development.

For a small family like the Qi family, without the support of a powerful force behind them, further development would be virtually impossible.

Therefore, when Chief Qi saw the land reclamation order, he immediately summoned his clansmen to discuss it.

"Clan leader, that desolate region is extremely dangerous. If we go there, will we fall right into the trap set by the Flying Heaven Sect?"

Some members of the clan expressed their concerns.

"trap?"

Chief Qi sneered.

"Does the Flying Heaven Sect need to resort to such methods to harm us small fry? They have several beings above the Nascent Soul Dao Realm; annihilating us is easier than crushing ants for them!"

"But the wilderness is too dangerous..."

"Danger?"

Chief Qi stood up, his eyes burning with fire.

"If it weren't dangerous, would it be our turn? Those major sects would have swarmed in long ago! It's precisely because it's dangerous that it's our chance to turn the tables!"

He slammed his hand on the table.

"Pass down the order: all clansmen who wish to participate, assemble immediately. We will depart in three days! Anyone who hesitates or shirks their duty can be expelled from the clan right now!"

The tribesmen looked at each other, and finally gritted their teeth and nodded.

The cultivation world is so cruel; if you don't fight desperately, you'll be forever trampled underfoot.

……

White Stone City, under the jurisdiction of Flying Gate.

This is a small, chaotic border town, where many rogue cultivators who live hand to mouth gather on ordinary days.

Inside "Zui Xian Ju," the largest restaurant in the city, the previously noisy sounds of drinking games and boasting had vanished without a trace.

Everyone stared blankly at the huge projection floating above the city; it was a live feed from the Flying Heaven Gate Formation.

"Snapped!"

In the corner, a one-eyed man's wine bowl was suddenly crushed, and wine mixed with blood flowed all over his hand, but he was completely unaware.

His name is Liu Laosan, and he is at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining. He has been stuck at this bottleneck for ten years.

Because he couldn't afford the Foundation Establishment Pill, he could only watch helplessly as his vital energy declined and his lifespan slipped away.

"Forming...forming a Golden Core? No, even just a Foundation Establishment Core..."

A wolf-like green light burst forth from Liu Laosan's single eye, and a strange "hehe" sound came from his throat, like a broken bellows being pulled.

"Old Liu, are you crazy? That's the wilderness! It's a death trap where you can never return!"

His companion was startled and quickly pulled him away.

"Death place?"

Liu Laosan abruptly shook off his companion's hand, revealing a hideous smile that, combined with the scar running across his face, made him look particularly terrifying.

"If I don't give it my all now, I'll be dead in a few years anyway! It's better to die in the jaws of a monster than to die of old age in bed!"

He suddenly stood up, grabbed the old longsword on the table, and rushed out of the city without looking back.

"I accept this order to reclaim the wasteland!"

This is not just Liu Laosan's choice.

Inside the restaurant and on the street, countless pairs of eyes that were originally numb and desperate were now ignited by greed and desire.

They are the lowest-ranking ants in the cultivation world, their lives as worthless as grass, but as long as they are given a glimmer of hope for upward mobility, they are willing to risk their lives to achieve it!
……

Meanwhile, west of Baishi City, at the Chen family residence.

Chen Wanshan, the head of the Chen family, tightly gripped a jade slip that had just been sent back from the Flying Heaven Gate's base, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Inside the hall, the elders of the Chen family were arguing amongst themselves.

"Patriarch! No! That's the wilderness! Our Chen family only has this much left. If we perish there, our ancestors will never forgive us!"

The Second Elder stamped his feet and beat his chest, tears streaming down his face.

"Not fight? Are we just going to wait to die?!"

A young and impetuous voice suddenly rang out.

The speaker was Chen Feiyun, the eldest grandson of the Chen family.

He has good talent and possesses the Water and Wood Sword Body.

However, due to the decline of his family, they could not even afford decent cultivation resources, and he is still stuck at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

"The Wang family next door joined forces with the Ziyang Sect last month and obtained a Foundation Establishment Pill. I heard that the young man from the Wang family has already gone into seclusion to break through to the Martial Realm!"

"If he succeeds, will the Chen family still have a place in White Stone City?"

Chen Feiyun stared intently at his grandfather, his eyes red.

“Grandpa, this land reclamation order was jointly issued by the three Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Flying Heaven Sect. It can’t be faked! Since they dared to make this exception, it means they have already established a firm foothold over there!”

"Your grandson is willing to lead the brave warriors of the clan to the desolate wilderness! If we succeed, the Chen family will prosper for another hundred years; if we fail, your grandson will give his life back to the family!"

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes were on Chen Wanshan.

The elderly patriarch seemed to have aged ten years in that instant.

He looked at his eldest grandson, on whom he had placed high hopes, and at the faces of his clansmen around him, some filled with fear and others with anticipation.

Keep 50% for yourself...

Provide shelter...

This is a naked conspiracy.

The Flying Heaven Sect didn't want their core disciples to die, so they offered incentives that could drive anyone mad.

They were driven to become cannon fodder, scouts and explorers. Everyone understands.

But this poisoned bait is so enticing that it's impossible to resist.

"Snapped!"

Chen Wanshan slammed the jade slip in his hand heavily onto the table, making a crisp sound.

He raised his head, and in his cloudy old eyes, there was only a desperate determination.

"Pass on my order!"

"Sell off 50% of the clan's assets in exchange for magical artifacts, talismans, and elixirs!"

"All clansmen at the seventh level of Qi Refining shall follow the flying clouds... into the wilderness!"

……

The main hall of Feitianmen.

Ye Yang stood on the high terrace, looking down at the sea of ​​clouds below.

Although he couldn't see it clearly, he could sense it.

The moment the order to open up the Flying Gate was issued, it seemed that all the energy within thousands of miles of the Flying Gate's territory was surging.

It can even be seen in the dark.

Countless subtle yet resilient streams of fortune are converging towards the Flying Heaven Gate, following the "Reclamation Order."

"Senior brother, in just half a day, more than three thousand rogue cultivators have signed up to receive the order, and eighteen affiliated small families have also responded."

Yan Qingying walked up behind him, her voice filled with disbelief and shock.

A single official document and a few promises can stir up such a huge storm.

This is the source of confidence for major players.

Ye Yang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

There weren't many surprises.

In that cultivation world where resources were scarce and social classes were rigid, the channels for advancement had long been blocked by the major sects.

The strong get stronger, the weak get weaker, the winners often take all, while the weak often end up with nothing.

The kind of fairness that ordinary people imagine will not appear.

They only managed to pry open a small gap.

These cultivators, who had been suppressed for too long, would rush in like moths to a flame, even if they knew that there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead.

"It's just the beginning."

Ye Yang turned around, his gaze fixed on the desolate direction, as if piercing through countless mountains and rivers to see the land that was about to be stained red with blood.

"If there are too many people, the monsters will be afraid. Once the monsters are dead, this undeveloped land will be ours."

“These rogue cultivators can get spirit stones, small families can get pills, but us…”

He gently twirled his fingers, as if he were playing with the entire chessboard.

"What we will gain is a completely new map of Flying Gate, which will lay the foundation for Flying Gate's development for the next hundred years."

"Pass down the notice: the prices of healing pills and antidotes in the market will be increased by 50%."

"In addition, take out all the low-level magic artifacts that have been stockpiled in the warehouse. As for these magic artifacts, let's reduce the price by 50% and sell them."

Yan Qingying was slightly taken aback, then a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes, her gaze becoming somewhat strange, yet also carrying a touch of admiration.

It is foreseeable that in the near future, a large number of low-level cultivators will be involved in the development of the wild and untamed regions.

Pills are undoubtedly a necessity, and adjusting their price can bring substantial profits to the Flying Heaven Sect.

The reduction in the price of magical artifacts can help those low-level rogue cultivators increase their combat abilities and better explore the wild and desolate regions.

"Senior brother... you really don't let a single fish go."

Ye Yang laughed heartily, waved his sleeve, and turned to walk into the depths of the main hall.

"This is called mutual benefit. Our Flying Celestials are now very powerful and wealthy. After several major battles, we have exhausted the power of our sect and have not had many reserve spirit stones left. So we naturally need to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, and spend money sparingly."

"The wind has already risen; let's see how brightly this fire can burn."

Just as Ye Yang had predicted.

In just half a month.

Thousands of independent cultivators and dozens of small families had gathered outside the Flying Heaven Gate.

Many more cultivators are still on their way.

Some flew on swords, some rode spirit beasts, and some even came on foot, but everyone's eyes shone with the same light.

That was a yearning for opportunity, a yearning to change one's destiny.

Yan Qingying stood in front of the Flying Heaven Gate, looking at the dense crowd.

"The effect of the reclamation order is even better than expected."

Gu Xuan walked to his side, and as if he had thought of something, he sighed.

"These independent cultivators and small families have been suppressed for too long. Now that they finally have a chance to rise to the top, who wouldn't fight tooth and nail?"

"That's how our Flying Heaven Sect started out. Fortunately, we're no longer the bait, but the ones spreading the bait now!"

The next moment, Gu Xuan raised his hand and waved.

The immense power of the primordial spirit transformed into sound waves, instantly spreading to everyone.

"Welcome to all of you who have traveled from afar! The promises made in the Wilderness Token will remain unchanged! But let me make this clear: the Wilderness is extremely dangerous, and you are responsible for your own safety!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd.

A rogue cultivator shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, senior. Since we dared to come here, we never thought we'd leave alive!"

"Yes! Fortune favors the bold!"

"I'll risk my life for a better future!"

A hint of appreciation flashed in Gu Xuan's eyes.

Although these independent cultivators were not very strong, their fighting spirit was something that disciples of major sects lacked.

"very good."

His voice was loud and clear.

"One month from now, the Flying Heaven Sect will lead everyone to the Wilderness Region. During this time, you can rest and recuperate within the Flying Heaven Sect; the sect will provide basic elixirs and magical artifacts."

These words caused the crowd to erupt in excitement once again.

The gates of the Flying Gate slowly opened, welcoming these warriors who were about to become pioneers in the wilderness.

A hidden figure watched the Flying Gate's plan from the shadows, sighing inwardly.

Senior Brother's move not only solved the manpower problem and enhanced the prestige of the Flying Heaven Sect, but more importantly, it gave countless independent cultivators and small families hope.

Such vision and such courage are probably unmatched in the entire cultivation world.

Meanwhile, on a distant mountain peak, several obscure divine thoughts were spying on everything at the Flying Heaven Gate.

"The Flying Gate is moving so fast..."

"If there really are so many resources in this wild region, should we...?"

"Don't act rashly. Assess the situation first. The Flying Heaven Sect has three Nascent Soul Realm elders; they are not to be trifled with."

These divine thoughts quickly dissipated, but the lingering sense of probing in the air caused a cold glint to flash in Ye Yang's eyes.

He had long anticipated that other forces would pay attention, but he didn't care at all.

As long as the Flying Heaven Sect is strong enough, anyone who dares to try to steal it will never return!
However, these people have crossed the line. (End of Chapter)