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

Just as he put away the Frost-Patterned Purple Ganoderma and prepared to get up to explore other areas of the ice cave, several faint but clear spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly came from afar.

The fluctuations were chaotic and cautious, clearly indicating that someone was deliberately concealing their whereabouts.

Ye Yang looked up and extended his divine sense along the direction of the spiritual energy fluctuations, only to see the edge of the Ice Soul Formation.

Several figures dressed as rogue cultivators were crouching low, cautiously exploring deeper into the desolate wilderness.

They were clearly unaware of the earth-shattering events that had just occurred here.

Little did they know that they were only inches away from the core area of ​​this frozen, malevolent energy.

Among them, a group of monks dressed in cyan robes were particularly eye-catching.

Unlike other independent cultivators who explored the area, they squatted on a patch of barren black soil and carefully planted each bamboo sapling.

The lush green bamboo seedlings, with glistening dewdrops on their leaves, stood out starkly against the desolate and lifeless surroundings, appearing particularly jarring.

"People from Green Bamboo Valley?"

Ye Yang didn't expect the people from Green Bamboo Valley to act so quickly.

In just a few days, they have already ventured deep into the heart of the wild and desolate region and begun planting bamboo.

He nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Although Green Bamboo Valley is just a small sect, it is daring, ruthless, and has strong execution capabilities. This kind of force is worth winning over.

Meanwhile, the cultivators from Green Bamboo Valley, who were busy working on the black soil, also noticed the commotion.

At first, they thought it was another group of independent cultivators and looked up warily.

But when they saw the golden figure on the mountaintop, everyone's expression changed instantly.

"Ye... Daozu Ye?!"

The middle-aged cultivator at the head of the group nearly dropped the bamboo seedlings in his hands.

He couldn't believe his eyes, rubbed them hard, and looked at his companion beside him.

The disciples of Green Bamboo Valley were also dumbfounded, staring blankly at the mountain peak.

"It really is Dao Ancestor Ye... and Dao Ancestor Xue Feng..."

"My God, why are two Dao Ancestors here?"

"Oh no, oh no, did we trespass into forbidden territory?"

The young disciples turned pale with fright and their limbs went weak.

"kneel!"

The middle-aged cultivator let out a low shout, threw down the bamboo seedlings, and knelt down towards the mountain peak.

The remaining dozen or so Green Bamboo Valley cultivators also dared not be negligent and knelt down in unison.

"Disciples of Green Bamboo Valley pay their respects to Dao Ancestor Ye! Pay their respects to Dao Ancestor Xue Feng!"

The voices were unified and filled with heartfelt reverence.

They were filled with unease, wondering if they had accidentally wandered into some forbidden area and angered the two Dao Ancestors.

Ye Yang stood atop the mountain, his divine sense sweeping over the group of people.

Their cultivation levels were not high; only the middle-aged cultivator leading them was at the Golden Core stage, while the rest were at the Foundation Establishment stage.

But everyone was wounded, their clothes were torn, and their faces were covered in mud and blood.

It's clear they fought their way here.

"He does have some backbone."

Ye Yang spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every cultivator in Green Bamboo Valley.

The middle-aged cultivator trembled and immediately kowtowed.

"We disciples were unaware that this was the sacred ground of the Dao Ancestor. We beg the Dao Ancestor's forgiveness for our offense!"

"It doesn't matter."

Ye Yang raised his hand and waved.

Suddenly, large swirling clouds gathered in the sky, churning and turning into a fine, misty rain that fell down.

This spiritual rain is crystal clear, and every drop contains pure spiritual energy.

The impact caused the injuries on the cultivators of Green Bamboo Valley to heal at a visible speed.

The newly planted bamboo seedlings were absorbing the spiritual rain even more frantically.

In just a few breaths, the seedlings, which were originally only as thick as chopsticks, grew to the thickness of an arm, with distinct bamboo joints, unfurled bamboo leaves, and a vibrant green color.

Some bamboo stalks even had faint spiritual patterns appearing on their nodes, emitting a faint spiritual light.

"This, this..."

The middle-aged cultivator stared wide-eyed at the green bamboo before him, his breath catching in his throat.

He has been growing bamboo for decades and has never seen such a scene before.

This isn't just planting bamboo, it's creating a spiritual plant!
The other disciples of Green Bamboo Valley were also dumbfounded.

They originally thought that if half of them could survive planting bamboo in this wild and desolate place, they would be grateful.

Unexpectedly, with a casual wave of his hand, Ye Daozu not only brought the bamboo seedlings to life, but they also grew directly into spirit bamboo!
"Many thanks to the Dao Ancestor for his grace!"

The middle-aged cultivator was so excited that his voice trembled, and he took the lead in kowtowing three times.

The other disciples also kowtowed, their eyes reddening.

Ye Yang didn't say anything more, and turned to fly deeper into the desolate wilderness.

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng followed beside him, smiling as he transmitted his voice.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are skilled in many ways. With just a casual shower of spiritual rain, you've won over these minor sects to your side."

"It was nothing at all."

Ye Yang spoke in a flat tone.

"Developing these remote and untamed regions requires manpower. These smaller sects are hardworking and willing to risk their lives; if used properly, they are better than disciples from major sects."

A profound meaning flashed in Xuefeng Daozu's eyes.

Feitianmen's exploration of new lands may seem like a wide-ranging effort, but it is actually a precise strategic plan.

Those independent cultivators and small sects, who appeared to be there to take advantage of the situation, actually became the pioneers of the Flying Heaven Sect in pioneering the new territory.

Moreover, these people have no direct affiliation with the Flying Heaven Sect, so no matter how many die or are injured, it will not affect the reputation of the Flying Heaven Sect.

Brilliant. The two figures transformed into streaks of light and continued to venture deeper into the desolate wilderness.

Behind them, the cultivators of Green Bamboo Valley remained kneeling on the ground, not daring to get up for a long time.

Only after Ye Yang's figure completely disappeared into the horizon did the middle-aged cultivator stand up shakily.

He looked at the thriving green bamboo around him, and then at the remaining bamboo seedlings in his hand.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Everyone, listen up! Plant all the remaining bamboo seedlings immediately! This land is ours, Green Bamboo Valley's!"

"Yes!"

The dozen or so disciples responded in unison, their eyes filled with excitement.

They were just worried about whether bamboo could survive in this desolate and treacherous place filled with malevolent energy.

Now, with Ye Daozu's spiritual rain, these green bamboos can not only survive, but also become spiritual plants!

If we bring this back, the strength of Green Bamboo Valley will at least double!
Meanwhile, Ye Yang and Dao Ancestor Xue Feng had already flown hundreds of miles away.

The surrounding malevolent aura grew stronger, and the sky turned dark red.

Ye Yang scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, his brows furrowing slightly.

"The source of this malevolent energy is deeper than expected."

"yes."

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng also noticed the abnormality.

"Moreover, the deeper one goes, the stronger the resentment mixed in with the malevolent energy becomes. Perhaps some great secret is buried deep within this desolate wilderness."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from afar.

The roar shook the very air, and a violent, chaotic aura swept over.

Ye Yang stopped and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

At the edge of the surging malevolent energy, a massive, ferocious beast was roaring madly.

The ferocious beast was entirely black, a hundred feet long, with fangs like knives, blood-red eyes, and a dense aura of malevolence surrounding it.

Around the ferocious beast, there were scattered the corpses of more than a dozen cultivators.

The corpses were covered in tattered clothes and bloody flesh, clearly having just been killed by ferocious beasts.

Xuefeng Daozu's eyes turned cold.

"An ancient ferocious beast, the Blood Fiend Bear. How could such a thing appear here?"

Ye Yang did not answer; his divine sense spread out, covering an area of ​​a thousand miles.

He quickly realized something was wrong.

Deeper into the desolate wilderness, in areas where the malevolent energy is so dense it almost solidifies into a tangible form.

A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation is slowly spreading.

The fluctuation was extremely subtle, but Ye Yang could sense that this fluctuation was the real reason that attracted the ancient ferocious beast.

"interesting."

Ye Yang's lips curled up slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

"It seems this desolate wilderness truly holds a great secret."

That Bloodfiend Bear was clearly just a minor creature attracted by that mysterious fluctuation. The true source lay deeper within that area where malevolent energy and resentment intertwined.

Ye Yang and Xue Feng Daozu exchanged a glance, then without further hesitation, their figures transformed into two streaks of light, tearing through the thick, dark red baleful aura and flying straight toward the center of the fluctuations.

The deeper you go, the more bizarre the surrounding scenery becomes.

The temperature in the air dropped suddenly, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the ground.

The originally surging malevolent energy began to mix with wisps of cold air, becoming stagnant.

Soon, the two passed through a forest made of skeletons, and the view suddenly opened up before them.

A vast, boundless, frozen canyon appeared beneath their feet.

The entire canyon seemed to be frozen by some terrifying force, with huge glaciers like swords thrust upside down into the ground, exuding a chilling aura and stretching as far as the eye could see.

In the center of the canyon, a huge glacial lake lay quietly, its surface as smooth as a mirror, yet radiating a terrifying and chilling pressure.

The mysterious energy that attracts ferocious beasts and evil spirits originates from beneath this icy lake.

"What an extremely cold and desolate place."

Looking down at the frozen world, Xuefeng Daozu showed no fear, but rather a burning desire in his eyes.

His long, snow-white hair moved without wind, and he exuded a friendly, icy aura that resonated subtly with the power of this world.

Ye Yang's divine sense had already penetrated beneath the icy lake.

Deep within the frozen wasteland, an unimaginably enormous creature lay curled up in a deep sleep.

Its entire body is covered in crystal-blue scales, and its body is coiled up, almost filling the entire lake bottom. With each breath, it stirs up the cold tides of the whole world.

An ice dragon, and an ancient ice dragon that has lived for countless millennia.

His true strength is probably already infinitely close to that of a Dao Ancestor.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, what do you think of this place?"

Suddenly, Dao Ancestor Xuefeng spoke, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

He pointed to the vast glacier below.

"Although the malevolent energy here is heavy, the icy spiritual energy is extremely pure. For ordinary cultivators, it is a perilous situation with nine out of ten chances of death, but for my Ice Plains Snow Demon Clan, it is a rare blessed land."

Ye Yang looked at him but didn't say anything.

As Xuefeng Daozu pondered, he knew that Ye Yang's purpose in exploring the wilderness was to acquire resources and territory.

However, the situation of his Snow Demon clan was unknown to outsiders. The spiritual veins of their clan's territory were gradually drying up, and the talents of the new generation were also weakening. They urgently needed a new habitat.

This place is truly a gift from heaven.

He has to win.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, I have a favor to ask."

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng spoke sincerely. (End of Chapter)