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

After a period of excitement and exhilaration, the elders' expressions gradually returned to calm.

"Elder Huo, may I ask how the selection process is conducted for this recruitment in the wilderness?"

An elder surnamed Su, who was in charge of the Flying Heaven Sect's dealings with many independent cultivator families, was the first to ask a question.

"If we open the door, it will likely become a mixed bag, with all sorts of weirdos trying to get in. That could turn into a hidden danger."

Huo Bing Shuang glanced at him.

"The number of cultivators needed for this expansion into the wilderness is large; we need quantity, we need a diverse mix of people."

Her voice was calm.

"The wilderness is dangerous and needs people who dare to fight, not hothouse flowers."

“We need to set some thresholds. This time, cultivators must be at least at the Martial Realm. That's the bottom line. That wild and desolate region is extremely dangerous. If a cultivator is below the Martial Realm, going there will only be suicide.”

"Next comes the assessment and guarantee. In addition to practical skills, survival skills, and teamwork, it also requires the joint guarantee of acquaintances of the Flying Heaven Sect. If this person commits a crime in the Wilderness and endangers the interests of our Flying Heaven Sect, the guarantors will be held jointly liable."

Upon hearing this, all the elders in the hall nodded in agreement.

These thresholds are interconnected, which can both screen out truly capable people and bind them to the Flying Heaven Sect through the guarantee system, making it difficult for them to do anything that would harm the interests of the Flying Heaven Sect.

"As for benefits and compensation..."

Huo Bing Shuang paused.

“Establish a base in each region. Anyone who goes to the wilderness will receive a share of the profits from the base, based on their contribution.”

"All profits from mineral veins, spiritual herbs, and monster materials will be distributed according to contribution points."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, proving that experience truly matters.

Elder Huo's methods, on the surface, provided enormous benefits to independent cultivators and small families.

In reality, they were firmly bound to the Flying Gate's war chariot.

"Regarding the matter of Dao Ancestor Ye's seclusion..."

One of the elders hesitated.

"This is the biggest secret, and it must not be made public under any circumstances. However, it can be appropriately spread that other Dao Ancestors are in seclusion and are about to break through."

"Besides deterring villains, it can also confuse the public and help Master break through to a higher level."

…………

Three days later.

The news spread from the main peak of Feitianmen at an alarming speed.

Qingyang City, the Wang family.

"Father, have you heard? The Flying Heaven Sect, that high and mighty Flying Heaven Sect, has actually established a base in the Star Sea Region, and now it seems they're openly recruiting!"

A dark-skinned, muscular young man rushed into the backyard, his face flushed, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

yard.

An old man was carefully tending to several half-dead spiritual herbs, and upon hearing this, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Hiring? Hiring handymen or cannon fodder? What business is our small family, the Wang family, getting involved in this?"

The old man was from one of the smaller families that had risen to prominence in recent years under the Flying Heaven Sect.

Wang Lin, the patriarch of the Wang family, has been stuck at the peak of the Martial Realm for more than ten years, unable to break through, and his ambition has long been worn away.

This young man was his eldest son, Wang Chen.

"Not a menial servant!"

Wang Chen slammed a notice that had just been taken down from the market onto the stone table, the paper rustling loudly.

"We're going to the desolate wilderness of the Star Sea Demon Realm! To pioneer new lands! The Flying Heaven Sect has promised that whoever is chosen will receive even more resources than inner disciples!"

"Those who perform exceptionally well may even be granted the right to operate mines and spirit fields!"

Wang Lin finally stopped what he was doing, glanced at the notice with his cloudy eyes, and sneered.

"The wilderness? Is that a place for humans? When I was young, I had a friend who didn't believe in such things. He followed a caravan to try his luck in the star field, but in the end, he didn't even bring back a bone."

He lowered his head again, fiddling with the few medicinal herbs.

"Chen'er, behave yourself. You won't starve if you just stay here at our little pharmacy."

"That kind of immense wealth is beyond our reach; to even think about it would be a death sentence."

Wang Chen's chest heaved violently as he grabbed the notice on the table.

"We won't starve? Father! How much longer can our family's pharmacy last?"

"The Li family in the east of the city broke through to the cultivator realm last month, and their pill shop has completely stolen our business! If this continues, we won't even be able to stay in Qingyang City!"

"This isn't called being content; it's called waiting to die!"

Wang Chen's voice was hoarse and filled with resentment.

He hated himself for his mediocre talent, and even more so for his lack of resources.

Watching his father exhaust himself over a few worthless medicinal herbs every day, and seeing the family decline day by day, his heart ached.

Now, an opportunity, perhaps the only one, is right in front of us.

Wang Lin froze, and the hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"Then what do you want? Do you know the origin of that Star Sea Territory? It was taken from the Demon Race."

“That place is extremely dangerous, and there are countless demons lurking there. If you go there, you might not even lose your life.”

"I'd rather wait to die in Qingyang City than have you go and die."

"I'm not afraid of death!"

Wang Chen's eyes were bloodshot.

"What I fear is living a pathetic life! Father, this is a great era, and the resources of the entire Star Sea Realm will explode in the future! If we don't fight now, we'll really have nothing left!"

Wang Lin looked at his stubborn son, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He knew his son was right.

However, the deep-seated fear and worry for his son prevented him from nodding.

"Let me think about it some more...let me think about it some more..."

He waved his hand, turned around and walked back into the house, his back hunched, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Wang Chen watched his father's retreating figure and clenched his fists tightly.

He knew his father wouldn't agree.

But he has already made his decision.

Rather than slowly sinking into despair here with my family, I'd rather go to that unknown land and risk my life for a future.

Even if I were to die, it would be better than this.

…… at the same time.

Feitianmen Main Peak Square.

The enormous "Wild Recruiting Platform" has been erected, and the square is packed with people.

Countless independent cultivators and members of small families from all corners of the Star Sea Realm, like Wang Chen, gathered here with all sorts of thoughts in their hearts.

Some people see it as greed and ambition.

To some, it is despair and struggle.

For many others, their eyes held a mixture of confusion and a flicker of newly ignited hope.

"Have you heard? This selection is being personally overseen by Elder Huo Bing Shuang! She's the personal disciple of that Dao Zu Ye!"

"More than that! It's said that as long as you pass the selection, you'll immediately receive a settlement allowance, enough for an ordinary family to live comfortably for the rest of their lives!"

"Really? Such a good deal? Are you sure you're not just trying to trick us into being pawns?"

"Who cares if he's a pawn! I'm just a worthless wretch, working as a guard in the market, earning only a few low-grade spirit stones a month, barely enough to fill a tooth gap! I'll risk it all!"

The sounds of discussion and shouting merged into a huge wave of sound that soared into the sky.

On the high platform, Huo Bing Shuang, dressed in white, looked down at the throng of people below with a cold expression.

Her gaze swept over the faces that were either excited, anxious, or numb.

She knew that these people might be the cornerstone of Flying Heaven Sect's future domination of the star sea, and even the relocation of the entire sect's foundation.

Master's plan is grand and far-reaching.

But everything must begin with these people at the very bottom of society, those who most yearn to change their fate.

An elder deacon approached her and whispered his report.

"Elder Huo, the number of people who have signed up has far exceeded expectations, and teleportation arrays from all over the country are still sending people over continuously. Among them are quite a few spies planted by other sects."

"It doesn't matter."

Huo Bingshuang spoke calmly.

"If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. If they want to see, let them see. Pass on my order: raise the selection criteria by half a percent, focusing on character and combat ability, while the cultivation level can be appropriately relaxed."

"Yes!"

The steward accepted the order and left.

Huo Bing Shuang's gaze suddenly paused for a moment in an inconspicuous corner of the crowd.

He was a dark-skinned young man with clenched fists and eyes like a lone wolf cornered in a desperate situation, staring intently at the high platform.

His cultivation level was not high, only at the Qi Circulation Realm, and he was inconspicuous in the crowd.

However, he was a menial disciple of the Flying Heaven Sect; otherwise, he might not have been qualified to appear here.

Although his cultivation level was low, his ruthlessness and decisiveness made Huo Bing Shuang take a second look.

The look in the other person's eyes reminded her of an old friend.

It looked just like the eyes of my senior apprentice, Wang Dong, when he was young.

Ruthless! Vicious! Insulting!
What she wanted was someone ambitious, driven, and fearless.

Only someone like that would dare to gnaw through the toughest bones for her and for the Flying Heaven Sect on that desolate, blood-soaked land.

It means to twist this enormous force into a single rope and firmly grasp it in one's own hands.

She withdrew her gaze, her voice carrying throughout the entire plaza through her magic.

"All registered participants, enter the magic circle!"

As the voice faded, a brilliant light shone in the center of the plaza, and a massive illusion array slowly activated.

Countless cultivators surged into the magic array like a swarm of locusts crossing a river.

at the same time.

The Star Sea Realm, the forbidden area of ​​the Flying Heaven Gate.

A misty, ethereal fog swirled around the blue stone platform in the center of the forbidden area.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged on an ancient futon, his green robe fluttering without wind, and countless sword energies appeared and disappeared around him, sometimes as gentle as duckweed, sometimes as crashing as waves.

Amidst the intertwining sword shadows, tiny sparks of lightning flickered and crackled.

That was a strange phenomenon he experienced momentarily when he broke through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm.

At this moment, however, it subtly contradicted the true meaning of the Purple Lotus Sword Immortal's swordsmanship, causing his aura to fluctuate wildly and become extremely unstable.

His brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep frown, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Even in the forbidden area where spiritual energy was abundant, his breathing was still slightly rapid, clearly indicating that he was under tremendous pressure on his soul.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, even more turbulent waves surged.

Countless methods surged like a raging tide, sometimes colliding and intertwining, sometimes diverging and scattering, yet they could never truly integrate and understand each other.

In a daze, Ye Yang thought of the sword strike that the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal used to kill the demons.

The subtle essence of swordsmanship blooms like lotus blossoms, pure and ethereal, capable of breaking through all laws with a single sword strike, demonstrating the ultimate mastery of swordsmanship, reaching unparalleled purity.

However, at this moment, he recalled the sword strike of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal.

No matter how hard he tried to force the fusion, it was like a pile of scattered puzzle pieces that could not be pieced together into a complete picture.

"So close...so close..."

Ye Yang murmured softly, he could clearly feel that the threshold for breaking through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm was right in front of him.

The hazy light and shadow were within reach, but no matter how much spiritual power he activated or how many secret techniques he deduced, it was as if there was an invisible barrier between them, and he could never truly touch it.

This feeling of being so close yet so far is more maddening than any hard-fought battle.

At this critical moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the forbidden area.

"Dao Ancestor! Dao Ancestor, something terrible has happened!"

A voice pierced through the barrier, carrying an undisguised panic and anxiety.

Ye Yang frowned, then calmed himself and dispersed the chaotic sword energy and lightning around him.

In an instant, two sharp gazes, like swords drawn from their sheaths, pierced through the spiritual mist and shot straight toward the entrance to the forbidden area, temporarily calming the turbulent sea of ​​consciousness.

"What's the matter that you're in such a panic?"

"An urgent message has come from our stronghold in the wilderness: the spiritual spring at the core of the stronghold has suddenly gushed out dark purple, turbid waves that are extremely foul-smelling!"

"All the ancient spiritual plants within dozens of miles around have suffered; their roots have turned black and rotten, their leaves have withered and fallen off, and they have lost even the slightest trace of life!"

Ye Yang said no more, abruptly turned around, and shouted in a low voice: "Open!"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and his spiritual energy suddenly burst forth. His figure transformed into a dazzling blue stream of light, sweeping across the forbidden area like a shooting star and disappearing from the spot in an instant.

Seeing this, the elder dared not delay and quickly circulated his spiritual power, transforming into a pink light and shadow, and followed closely behind.

The two traveled one after the other at incredible speed, passing through layers of protective barriers around the Flying Gate, and soon arrived in the desolate region. (End of Chapter)