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

On this day, Ye Yang pushed Ye Fan to the backyard to bask in the sun.

The two of them enjoyed a wonderful time.

Although this teahouse is not big and simply decorated, it has a rustic beauty.

Ye Yang seemed to have become a mortal, enjoying this beautiful scene unique to mortals with his children.

Ye Fan sat in a wheelchair, looking out the window quietly, enjoying the tranquility.

Suddenly, there was a light snow outside the window, and the fluttering snowflakes fell like feathers, adding a bit of poetry to this cold day.

The fire in the teahouse was burning brightly, emitting a warm atmosphere that made people feel particularly comfortable.

This teahouse was just something Ye Yang took over temporarily.

I never prepared anything specific.

Therefore, the conditions in the house are quite simple.

There are many people who drink tea on a normal day.

But on a snowy day, not many people came.

Especially today with the heavy snow, the house is deserted.

Ye Yang seemed to sense something and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

This tranquility did not last long.

After a while, the door of the teahouse was pushed open with a creaking sound.

A group of guests came.

These monks are tall, with stern faces and rough skin. It is obvious that their skin is exposed due to years of exposure to wind and sand.

There was a wildness in their eyes.

At this time, heavy snow fell on them.

After these people entered the teahouse, they looked around, then sat down and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"I heard that the tea here is quite authentic. I just happened to try it today."

"This damn weather is really killing me. It's snowing heavily this year. The Dayun Dynasty is even colder than our hometown in Beihai."

"Although the weather is a bit cold, the girls in this dynasty have fair skin and beautiful faces. I wonder how much better they are than those rough servants and fierce women in our hometown."

After saying that, a group of people started laughing.

"The Wolf Queen will come to the Dayun Dynasty soon. The army has issued an order for us to investigate in advance."

"In my opinion, the Dayun Dynasty is good in every way, except that it is not very efficient in speaking and doing things. Many people are unwilling to reveal any news to us because they see that we are not locals."

"However, we didn't find out much about the real things, but all kinds of gossips are emerging one after another. During this period of time, the most shocking thing in the world was the battle between the sword master and the Taoist Lu Yu. It was really exciting."

"He dared to draw his sword against the Taoist Primordial Spirit. I don't know how many years it has been since I have seen such a cultivator at the True Person level."

Those people were still chatting and ordered a few cups of tea.

Ye Yang came over.

He brought hot water and poured a few cups, his movements skillful and natural.

The men took the teacups, smelled the tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Ye Yang was about to step down.

One of them suddenly stood up and stopped Ye Yang who was about to leave.

"This tea is really good, with a mellow and long-lasting fragrance that leaves a sweet taste in your mouth. It is extremely authentic."

The man praised, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Where do you get this tea from? We want to buy a few ounces to take back."

Ye Yang smiled slightly.

"This tea is not rare. It is just some old tea I bought randomly on the street. It is just that it has been brewed for a long time and the technique has become more sophisticated. So it tastes a little different."

But the man didn't believe it and sneered.

"You are not being authentic. Don't treat us as outsiders and just brush us off."

"This tea is obviously not ordinary stuff, if you don't tell the truth..."

The other wolf monks also echoed, with displeasure in their eyes. Obviously, they did not intend to give up easily.

Ye Yang's heart shuddered. He didn't know how many years it had been since he had heard such harsh words.

But he didn't do it.

This time, I came to the Dayun Dynasty, besides taking a look at Ye Fan.

He wanted to feel the feeling of being with his son from the perspective of an ordinary mortal and enjoy the happiness of family.

He was not willing to use violence, nor did he want to use his cultivation to force others.

There is no need to cause unnecessary conflicts because of a verbal dispute or two.

He smiled calmly, his tone still calm.

"If you like this tea, I can teach you how to brew it. As for the tea leaves, they are ordinary stuff. I don't have any special stock here."

They refused to give in and wanted to say something.

Only then did they realize that the person who had carried the pot for them had already gone far away.

"Just now, my eyes blurred and he disappeared. This person is so fast."

They looked around and saw that the teahouse was empty.

Ye Yang, who was standing in front of him just now, seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"It's really scary!"

One of them whispered, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Another wolf monk also frowned.

"It is said that there are many monks in the Great Fortune Dynasty, and there are countless hermits and masters. Could it be that this person is a master hiding here?"

They suddenly felt uneasy.

Originally, they were just here to handle some official business. But in such an ordinary teahouse, there was such a master hidden, which was beyond their expectation.

Although they look fierce, they are all able to read people's expressions, otherwise they would not have survived until now and would not have been sent here in advance.

"Let's go back first,"

The leading monk spoke in a deep voice.

"Something seems to be wrong here. We should not stay here for long."

The other people heard this.

They nodded one after another, and became even more vigilant.

Although they were unwilling to leave, they obviously did not dare to act rashly in front of this mysterious master.

So, they left the teahouse silently. Before leaving, they took a special look at the man, only to see that he seemed to be still making tea, without any other thoughts.

Only the fire was still burning quietly, making a slight crackling sound.

When the group of wolf monks left quietly, the teahouse returned to its former tranquility, as if it had never been disturbed by the turmoil of the outside world.

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In the backyard.

Ye Fan had a head full of white hair. He took an ancient book from beside the bamboo chair and flipped through the pages from time to time.

After a long time, Ye Yang came over and put the ancient book aside.

"Father, do you think it will be a lifelong regret for me not to embark on the path of cultivation?"

When Ye Yang heard this, his heart was slightly shocked.

The kid had said this to him several times.

When his life is coming to an end, he still asks such questions, which means that there must be some regrets in his heart.

"Fan'er, everyone has his own destiny and choice. The path of cultivation is certainly full of temptations, but it is also full of dangers and unknowns. I don't know how many cultivators died in a foreign land and turned into bones on the roadside."

Ye Fan nodded obediently and continued to immerse himself in the world of books.

Ye Yang sat quietly aside, looking at his son tenderly.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and all the noise and disputes were far away from him.

Hundreds of years of cultivation, hundreds of years of killing, countless experiences of life hanging by a thread, the world of cultivation is full of twists and turns, and undercurrents of various forces are surging.

Even a cultivator like Ye Yang is always facing unknown dangers.

Especially after several life-and-death battles.

He understood even more clearly that the path to becoming an immortal was extremely difficult, with each step being filled with endless challenges and hardships.

But this time.

The time he spent with his son in this quiet teahouse made him feel unprecedented satisfaction and peace.

Hundreds of years of monastic life have made him lose too many precious things.

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A familiar person is gradually going away.

And now, when Ye Fan reached the last moment of his life.

Ye Yang had the opportunity to stop and be with his son.

In many seemingly ordinary moments, he experienced the precious wealth in life.

Outside the teahouse, the night deepened and the cold wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

But in this warm teahouse, the fire was still bright, and the figures of the father and son looked particularly warm under the firelight.

Ye Yang also felt a long-lost sense of tranquility and happiness.

Although the world of cultivation is ever-changing, this small world is very warm.

When Ye Fan was not yet born, Ye Yang was full of enthusiasm and prepared various spiritual objects for him to cleanse his marrow and strengthen his bones.

But later, seeing that he lacked talent and his future path in cultivation was cut off, he named him Ye Fan.
It means peace in life.

I hope he can live an ordinary life, away from the disputes and dangers of the cultivation world.

Time flies, winter goes and spring comes, Ye Fan is getting older and older.

In fact, if Ye Yang had not been regulating his body and cleansing his marrow and bones frequently during this period, Ye Fan’s physical condition would have been even worse now.

But it was the spring of that year.

A major event happened in the Dayun Dynasty.

The Queen of the Northern Wolf Clan is coming to the Dayun Dynasty to discuss cooperation.

On this day, the entire imperial city was decorated with great ceremony, and both sides of the streets were filled with monks and civilians.

Everyone was eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of the legendary wolf queen.

The wolf clan has lived at the border between the Northern Frontier and the North Sea for generations. The clan is divided into many tribes and is equally powerful. They have always been mysterious and ferocious.

The arrival of the Wolf Queen attracted countless people's attention.

Legend has it that the Wolf Queen's mother had a dream when she was pregnant with her.

That day, a big round moon appeared in the sky, suddenly fell into my arms, and then rose again slowly.

In the sky, it becomes a bright and brilliant moon. The moon moves slowly in the sky, as bright as the sun, and it is impossible to look up at it.

Suddenly, a wolf came running over and swallowed the moon in one gulp.

Her mother screamed in shock, and when she woke up she was sweating profusely, felt unbearable abdominal pain, and gave birth to a girl.

The girl grew up more and more beautiful, calling herself the reincarnation of Sirius, and showed extraordinary talents since she was a child.

When she grew up, she inherited the legacy of the wolf tribe's Great Priest Changshengtian, and united the eight wildernesses and six directions. As a female cultivator, she unified the entire wolf tribe.

He also led the wolf tribe to rise in the world of cultivation.

It has become a force that cannot be ignored, with an overwhelming pressure from thousands of miles away.

Today, in the capital of Dayun Dynasty.

The sound of the salute was deafening, the flags were flying, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

At this time, the wolf tribe had already entered the core area of ​​the imperial city, and the people around them had already made way for them, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. (End of this chapter)