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

That second-tier Rock Armor Talisman was Wang Dehai's last trump card for survival.

He had intended to save it for more dangerous situations.

Now, the trump card is gone.

More and more Shadowfang wolves gathered around, numbering thirty or forty, completely surrounding the small hill.

"Brother, what should we do? There are more and more wolves." A member of the tribe said in a trembling voice.

"How about... we retreat? We don't need this spiritual vein anymore."

Wang Dehai glanced back at the center of the formation.

The cultivator who set up the formation was covered in sweat, but the spiritual light around the formation flags grew brighter and brighter.

"Let's hold on for another incense stick!"

Wang Dehai gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.

"After an incense stick has burned, the 'Minor Spirit Gathering Array' will be activated. At that time, relying on the array, we may not be without a fighting chance!"

This is gambling.

They risked the lives of their entire clan for an unknown future.

Everyone fell silent, gripping their magical artifacts tightly.

They have no way out.

In response to the call to arms from the Flying Heaven Sect, the Wang family sold almost all of their assets to gather enough resources to venture deep into the wilderness.

If they retreat now, they will have nothing left.

Just then, at the distant horizon, an indescribable white beam of light shot into the sky, piercing through the dark red sky.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifyingly cold aura swept over.

Even from thousands of miles away, the chill made everyone present feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The Shadowfang wolves on the hills let out uneasy howls and stirred, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

"Then...what is that?"

Wang Tieniu stared blankly into the distance; the earth-shattering scene was beyond his comprehension.

Wang Dehai was also deeply shocked.

He could sense that the source of that power was deep within the most remote and desolate region.

What kind of being could cause such an astonishing commotion?
Was it the legendary Dao Ancestor who made his move? Or has some peerless treasure been unearthed?
The information asymmetry filled him with awe and a hint of greed.

"Ouch——!"

The wolf king howled to the sky, as if giving some kind of command.

The pack of wolves that had surrounded the group retreated slowly like a tide, and soon disappeared into the wilderness.

The crisis was resolved inexplicably.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, plopped down on the ground, and gasped for air.

The sense of relief at surviving the ordeal left them almost completely exhausted.

"Dad, the wolves have retreated! Was it that...that guy who saved us?" Wang Tieniu asked excitedly.

Wang Dehai did not answer, but stared at the direction of the dissipated pillar of light with a complicated expression.

He didn't know what it was.

But he knew that this desolate and remote region was more terrifying than he had imagined, and also full of more opportunities.

"The formation is complete!"

The cultivator at the center of the formation exclaimed in delight.

The banner shone brightly, and a transparent light shield enveloped the entire top of the hill.

The sparse spiritual energy around them began to converge into the light barrier, slowly but undeniably.

Being inside the formation, the malevolent energy that was constantly eroding the physical body was also weakened by more than half.

"Okay! Okay!"

A smile finally appeared on Wang Dehai's face.

He looked at the land stained with blood, and at the ridiculously rudimentary formation.

"From today onwards, this place will be called 'Wangjialing'!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually firm.

"Everyone, heal your wounds! Restore your spiritual power! After dark, take turns keeping watch! We... have a home now!"

The Wang family members let out a suppressed cheer.

Wang Tieniu looked at his father's resolute back, then at the mysterious, unknown area in the distance, and clenched his fist.

For the first time, he truly felt how difficult it was to survive and build a business on this cruel and vast land.

And they have only just taken the first step.

Wang Dehai stood in front of the newly built wooden fence, watching the smoke rising one after another in the distance.

That's the direction of the other family camps.

"Old Wang, has your formation held up?"

A middle-aged cultivator with a weathered face walked up from the foot of the hill, followed by seven or eight weary clansmen.

"Master Li, how are things on your end?" Wang Dehai turned around.

“Three died.” The Li family head wiped his face. “There were too many second-tier demonic beasts. We couldn’t hold that land, so we had to move fifty miles north.”

"Fifty miles? That's quite far from the spiritual vein."

“Better to be far than to die.” The Li family head smiled bitterly. “Old Wang, I just came to say hello. This wilderness is no place for humans. Once I’ve saved up enough spirit stones, I’ll take my people back.” Wang Dehai didn’t speak.

He knew that what the Li family head said was true.

In the past month, more than a dozen small families who responded to the Flying Heaven Gate's call to enter the wilderness have died.

Some were wiped out by monsters, some were killed by their families fighting each other for resources, and some simply disappeared in the depths of the wilderness, their bodies never to be found.

"Aren't you going to try to persuade me?" The head of the Li family looked at him.

“Everyone has their own way of living,” Wang Dehai said. “I can’t afford to gamble, but you can afford to lose.”

The head of the Li family paused for a moment, then cupped his hands in greeting and turned to descend the hill.

Wang Tieniu walked to his father's side: "Dad, is the Li family leaving?"

"Ah."

"What about us?"

“We’re not leaving.” Wang Dehai looked at his son. “Remember this: there are two kinds of people in this world. One kind can start over after losing, while the other kind can never get back up. Our Wang family is the latter.”

Wang Tieniu nodded as if he understood but not quite.

Just then, the sound of a magical artifact cutting through the air came from the horizon.

A group of cultivators dressed in the standard robes of the Flying Heaven Sect arrived on their magical artifacts. The leader was a young female cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, with a cold face and an arrogant expression.

"All families, heed my command!"

The female cultivator stood in mid-air, her voice clear and crisp.

"The Flying Gate Inspector has arrived! All families stationed in the Wilderness, assemble in Blackrock City within three days to register. Failure to do so will be considered dereliction of duty and all mining rights will be revoked!"

The Wang family members on the hill looked at each other in bewilderment.

"May I ask, sir?" Wang Dehai asked, clasping his hands in greeting, "Where is Blackstone City? We are newcomers and do not yet know..."

"Don't you know?" the female cultivator sneered. "You didn't buy a map of the Flying Heaven Sect?"

"I bought it, but..."

"Buy it and see for yourself!" the female cultivator waved impatiently. "See you in Blackrock City in three days!"

After saying that, she led her people away.

The Wang family members all looked very grim.

"Damn it, what kind of attitude is this!" one of the clansmen couldn't help but curse.

"Shut up!" Wang Dehai snapped. "They're outer disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect, what are we?"

He turned to the cultivator who had set up the formation and said, "Uncle Wang, you guard the formation. Tie Niu, you take five men and stay here. The rest of you come with me to Blackstone City."

"Dad, I want to go too!" Wang Tieniu said anxiously.

"You stay!" Wang Dehai said sternly. "In case anything changes along the way, the Wang family line cannot be severed!"

Wang Tieniu opened his mouth, but ultimately lowered his head.

Flying Gate, the main peak.

"Senior brother, after three months of development in the wilderness, eighty-three families have moved in. More than half have died or been injured, and the forty-one surviving families have basically completed their initial establishment."

Yan Qingying stood in the main hall, holding a jade slip as she reported.

Ye Yang sat in the main seat, casually leaning back in his chair.

"How many people died?"

"Six hundred and seventy-three people."

Yan Qingying paused, "Twelve of them are disciples of our sect."

Why did the disciples of the sect die?

"Most of them are elderly disciples whose lifespans are nearing their end, who want to pave a future for their descendants."

Yan Qingying said, "The other two were... who ventured deep into the core area of ​​the wilderness without permission and were killed by third-tier demonic beasts."

Ye Yang tapped on the armrest.

"And what did you gain?"

"Preliminary exploration has revealed seventeen small spiritual veins and three medium-sized spiritual veins."

Yan Qingying opened the jade slip.

"Two more spirit mines were discovered, with acceptable quality."

"Senior brother."

Yan Qingying hesitated for a moment.

"Some families have proposed to obtain permanent mining rights in the wilderness. They are willing to hand over 30% of their profits to the sect every year."

"Thirty percent?"

"Yes."

Ye Yang didn't say anything.

He stood up, walked outside the hall, and looked down at the entire Flying Gate.

Beyond the mountain gate lies that dark red wilderness.

"Qingying, how long do you think these families can survive in the wilderness?"

Yan Qingying thought for a moment: "Ten years?"

"I don't think I'll live past five years." (End of Chapter)