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

Ye Yang looked at the dark red, desolate region in the distance, his voice calm.

"Those families are too weak and lack combat power. If they can survive in the current expansion into the wilderness, it will all depend on luck."

He turned and returned to his seat, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"The demonic beasts deep in the wilderness are at least at the martial arts realm, and there are even quite a few that have condensed their demon cores."

"These rogue cultivators and small families don't even have a Foundation Establishment cultivator. If they encounter a third-tier demonic beast, they're just asking to die."

Yan Qingying frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Senior brother means..."

"The development of undeveloped areas cannot rely solely on them."

Ye Yang put it bluntly.

"What they can do now is protect the spiritual veins and explore for minerals. To truly eliminate the demonic beasts and expand their territory, it will take the disciples of our sect to take action."

"Five years, to put it optimistically."

His voice was calm, “The savage aura will constantly erode their foundations, their spiritual veins are thin, and their elixirs are scarce. A single wound can be fatal. Not to mention demonic beasts, and even more terrifying than demonic beasts are the human heart.”

"They are like grass seeds sown in the cracks of rocks; most of them will die. But what we need is to see which seeds can take root in the cracks."

Ye Yang's tone was devoid of any emotion.

"They risked their lives to find out which roads were dead ends, which mountains harbored demon kings, and which forests were shrouded in poisonous miasma. This map, drawn in blood, is more precious than any jade slip, and much cheaper than filling it with the lives of our Flying Heaven Sect inner disciples."

Yan Qingying instantly understood Ye Yang's intention, and a chill ran through her heart.

In her eyes, those families were developers, vassals.

In the eyes of their senior, they were merely expendable resources, pebbles used to explore the path.

"Does Senior Brother mean... that we're consuming resources too quickly right now?"

"Yes, it's too fast. We've almost run out of pebbles, and we haven't even explored much of the road yet."

Ye Yang walked to the sand table and pointed to a few scattered points of light on it.

“These families are guarding a tiny place, not even on the outskirts. If they keep dying like this, there will be no one here in three months.”

"Then let's..."

"Therefore, we must give them some hope, and also put a stronger rope around their necks."

Ye Yang's finger landed on the model representing "Black Rock City".

"Pass down the order to select personnel from the outer disciples to form a 'Reclamation Support Team'."

"Using Blackrock City as the center, clear out the monster hordes below the second tier in different areas. Note that this is not about helping them defend their homes, but about reducing the danger level of the entire area."

Yan Qingying's eyes lit up.

On the surface, this move is a gift from the sect, helping these small families gain a foothold.

Secretly, this transformed the outer wilderness into a training ground for the outer disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect.

Using those families as bait and outposts, we can allow our disciples to engage in the most realistic battles under controllable risks.

The surviving disciples will grow rapidly.

As a result, those families will become even more dependent on the Flying Gate and grateful to it.

"Senior brother is brilliant!"

Yan Qingying said sincerely.

"In this way, we can speed up the land reclamation process, train our disciples, and keep all the families firmly under our control. It's a win-win-win situation!"

"I'll get ready right now."

She dared not linger and quickly left the main hall.

Ye Yang then sat back down in the main seat and closed his eyes.

The image of that desolate, dark red land flashed through his mind.

This game has only just begun.

Yan Qingying's figure disappeared outside the main hall. Ye Yang leaned back in the main chair and slowly closed his eyes.

The candlelight flickered in the main hall. He gently pressed his brow, the candlelight casting a long and lonely shadow of him.

In my mind, a flood of thoughts about developing the wilderness rushed through my mind.

The development of this wild area is now almost on track.

Those small families or independent cultivators are able to grow rapidly in the process of exploring the wild territories, acquiring various resources at the same time. It is foreseeable that they will have a period of rapid development in the near future.

"Next, it's my turn."

As if he had thought of something, Ye Yang murmured softly, his tone carrying a hint of relief.

For him right now, the most important thing is to break through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm. The moment he thought of this, Ye Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of lightning disappearing in his eyes.

Then he opened his palm, and a wisp of pale purple lightning quietly appeared, leaping and dancing nimbly at his fingertips, making a soft "crackling" sound.

The surrounding air distorted slightly under the flash of lightning.

A moment later, with a thought, the lightning suddenly subsided, and his palm returned to normal, as if the strange phenomenon had never occurred.

It has been some time since I broke through to the late stage of the Void Refinement realm.

During this time, his cultivation had been honed to an unparalleled level. Not only had his true essence been further refined, but his divine soul had also become increasingly powerful through daily cultivation and planning, and he could trigger a heavenly tribulation at any time.

But the closer he got to a breakthrough, the more composed Ye Yang became, for some reason.

"It seems I need to find a time and prepare for seclusion."

Ye Yang stood up, his long black robe draped over his shoulders, outlining his tall and straight figure.

He was just about to instruct the disciples waiting outside the hall to prepare for his seclusion.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, accompanied by Yan Qingying's slightly anxious shouts, breaking the tranquility of the hall.

"Brother!"

The palace doors were pushed open again, and Yan Qingying strode in, holding a crimson-gold communication talisman in his hands.

The talisman was about the size of a palm, with intricate spiritual patterns engraved on its surface, emitting a faint golden halo.

It is immediately obvious that this is a high-level communication talisman specially made by the Dao Alliance, carrying far more information than ordinary talismans.

"It's an urgent message from the Dao Alliance."

Yan Qingying handed the communication talisman to Ye Yang, her tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

The fact that the Dao Alliance could send such an urgent message must mean something of great importance.

Ye Yang took the communication talisman and immediately probed it with a wisp of his divine sense.

A moment later, his previously calm brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The contents recorded in the talisman were extremely detailed, spanning thousands of words, but the core of the story was only one thing.

That is the breakthrough progress made in the artificial cultivation of Netherworld Purple Ganoderma, which the Dao Alliance mentioned a few days ago.

The letter not only included cultivation tips compiled by various sects, covering everything from spirit array setup and environmental control to nutrient ratios, but also embedded several crystal images.

It clearly displays the latest Netherworld Purple Ganoderma samples cultivated by various sects.

"interesting."

Seeing this, Yan Qingying couldn't help but come closer.

"Senior brother, is it good news?"

"It's not just good news, it's a godsend."

Ye Yang handed her the communication talisman, his tone tinged with approval.

"You'll see for yourself."

Yan Qingying quickly took the talisman and probed it with her divine sense.

As more and more information poured in, her slightly solemn expression was replaced by surprise.

In the end, Yan Qingying couldn't help but gasp.

She had already learned from Ye Yang that the Netherworld Purple Ganoderma was a rare treasure that could suppress the savage evil energy and was also a key spiritual material to break the calamity of the demonic leeches.

This creature is inherently cold and can only grow deep within the Purple Enclosure Star Land of the Flying Gate. Not only is harvesting it extremely dangerous, but the yield is also pitifully low, making it impossible to meet the massive demand in the wild regions.

Although the Dao Alliance had previously discovered that the Netherworld Purple Ganoderma could counteract the Demon Leech, it had been unable to promote it on a large scale due to production issues.

This time, the Dao Alliance took the lead, uniting many sects such as Qingyun Sect, Tianjian Sect, and Wanshou Valley. After months of hard work, they finally found a way to cultivate the Netherworld Purple Fungus.

In addition, they have also developed a unique method to induce childbirth.

What shocked her the most was—

"This...this cultivated Netherworld Purple Ganoderma is actually 30% more potent than the wild one?"

Yan Qingying suddenly raised her head, her voice trembling, her face full of disbelief.

"Yes."

"During the cultivation process, they added a variety of special spiritual materials, deliberately strengthening the Netherworld Purple Ganoderma's core characteristic of dispelling evil energy. Look here."

"The Qingyun Sect uses the juice of the 'Pure Spirit Flower' to water the Zizhi, which neutralizes its yin poison and enhances its spirituality. The Tianjian Sect uses 'Star Dew' to nourish it, making the medicinal effects of the Zizhi even more potent."

He paused, his eyes deep.

"Each method is different, but the Netherworld Purple Fungus they cultivate all have one thing in common: these methods can effectively eliminate those demonic leeches."

"Senior brother, this..." (End of this chapter)