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

Today, Feitianmen has become the leading force in the southwest of Yalongling.

Normally, there are countless monks who rely on Feitianmen for their livelihood.

On the commercial road leading to Feitianmen, there are always busy traffic and crowds of people every day, and it is always very lively.

There were monks from all walks of life coming and going, some hurrying on their way with their bags on their backs, some walking together chatting and laughing, and some flying through the air on their magical instruments.

On this day, the sun shone on the ancient trees on both sides of the road, and mottled light and shadows swayed on the ground.

The roadside tea stalls were filled with lower-class monks who were resting.

These people drank coarse tea and talked enthusiastically about the heroes of the world. The atmosphere was extremely warm.

In a corner of the tea stall, there sat an old man with gray hair, wearing a gray cloth shirt that had been washed to a pale color, and an old wind-milled copper pipe on his waist.

The next moment, the old man slowly pinched a handful of tobacco from his pipe, stuffed it into the pipe, lit it with a lighter, and then took a deep breath. The smoke he exhaled slowly dissipated in the air. There was a unique sense of leisure, but also a sense of vicissitudes.

The old man smacked his lips and slammed the gavel in front of him. The sound was not loud, but it attracted the attention of several people around him.

"Everyone, you all come here to drink tea today and talk about this hero and that hero. In my opinion, the cultivation world nowadays seems to be flourishing, but in fact, it is fraught with danger."

"The Sky-Splitting Sword Sect was so powerful, but not long ago it was destroyed by many sects such as the Taixu Dao Sect and the Feitian Sect. The world is really full of disturbances, changes, and unpredictable."

Someone below spoke again.

“Yes, this time I heard that even cultivators from the Demon Realm showed up in the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect. The Taoist Master Zisha and the other demons attacked, but they were unexpectedly stopped by the sword masters of the Sky-Splitting Sect, and their arms were chopped off!”

"Afterwards, many sects of the Sword Alliance went to Feitian Sect to ask for an explanation, but they were driven out by the two masters of swords and sabers. They were so ashamed that they dared not say a word. It was really laughable."

"hiss!"

Upon hearing this, there was a burst of exclamations from below.

"So powerful, this man who is an expert in both swords and sabers has come all the way from being an ordinary cultivator, it's really inspiring."

"He fought against the Yuanshen Taoist twice. I remember that he was not so strong the last time he fought against the Yuanshen Taoist Lu Yu. He just barely resisted Lu Yu's attack. Now he was able to cut off the arms of the Purple Evil Demon. Although he had the help of others and Yuanshen Taoist tools, it is unimaginable that he could kill the Taoist with the Dharma Real Person."

"I think this Ye Patriarch is not far from being the Taoist Patriarch!"

"The sword and saber's combat power is far superior to that of other cultivators. I heard that this time he has obtained another Yuanshen Dao weapon. Now he can be regarded as half a Yuanshen Daoist."

But unexpectedly, at this moment, the old man in the lead sighed.

“Although the sword masters of Feitian Sect are extremely powerful, and the Feitian Sect is now well-known and has many masters, techniques, and magic weapons, it still lacks the Yuanshen Dao realm to suppress one side. After all, there is still something missing. This one step can make a world of difference.”

As the old man spoke, he took another puff of his pipe and his eyes became somewhat profound.

"In this cultivation world, if a sect wants to prosper for a long time and remain invincible, it cannot rely on ordinary masters alone. It must have strong people in the Yuanshen realm to take charge. Only then can it have a solid foundation. Although Feitian Sect has produced some talents in recent years, it is still a little short of the top level."

After hearing this, everyone nodded slightly, feeling that what the old man said seemed to make some sense.

At this moment, a young man in tight clothes in the crowd frowned and looked dissatisfied.

"You are wrong. Not long ago, the spiritual energy of Feitian Gate was turbulent. It is suspected that someone has made a breakthrough there. Maybe that Patriarch Ye has already made a breakthrough to the Yuanshen realm."

"Yes, old man, what you said is a bit biased. How can you look down on Feitian Sect like that?"

These people were obviously the supporters of Ye Yang from Feitian Sect. They usually admired Ye Yang very much and were very surprised to hear such comments from the old man.

I couldn't help but refute, with a look of unconvinced face.

Just when everyone thought the dispute was going to be settled.

Suddenly, a hurried voice came from the other end of the trade route.

Everyone turned around and saw a group of mysterious people in black rushing towards them. The dust they raised formed a cloud of dust behind them. They looked so menacing that everyone couldn't help but feel alert. The originally relaxed atmosphere instantly became tense.

The sun still shines warmly on the trade route, but the original leisurely atmosphere has long since disappeared.

At this moment, this group of people opened their eyes wide, staring at the group of figures in the distance that were gradually becoming clearer, their eyes full of astonishment.

"Oh my god, this... this is actually someone from the ancient Qilin clan!"

When the smoke and dust cleared, the faces of the group of people were revealed. They were all riding on exotic beasts, with majestic figures, and a faint halo seemed to cover their bodies.

The strange beast looked like the legendary Qilin, with a single horn on its head and strange scales all over its body. When its four hooves stepped on the ground, a whirlwind-like spiritual energy wave seemed to spread out.

The person on his back was dressed in green clothes. The green was pure and deep, as if it had gathered the most pure and quiet spiritual energy between heaven and earth. The corners of his clothes danced in the wind, and his clothes and hat fell down, revealing a number of unicorn-like heads underneath.

Everyone around gasped, their faces filled with shock.

Legends about the ancient Qilin clan have always existed only in ancient books and stories passed down orally.

This ethnic group once had abilities that were omnipotent, and there were many strong men among them. They possessed the blood of the ancient beast Qilin, and they had left a significant mark in every historical upheaval.

But for some reason, after a certain period of time, the Qilin clan seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving no trace of them.

Over time, everyone thought that this tribe had become extinct and had become a thing of the past. "Why did the Qilin tribe suddenly appear? Did something happen that caused them to reappear in the cultivation world?"

A monk muttered to himself with a puzzled look on his face.

Someone nearby quickly took over the conversation.

"No, judging from their posture, they are heading towards Feitian Gate. I don't know what they are up to. The Qilin tribe has disappeared for so long, and now they have reappeared, they must have some purpose. If they reach Feitian Gate, I'm afraid they will stir up quite a stir."

Everyone nodded, their hearts filled with worry and curiosity, and various speculations arose among the crowd.

"Perhaps, it was the recent breakthrough of the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle of Feitian Sect that lured the Qilin Clan out."

"I don't think it's that simple. The ancient Qilin clan has always been mysterious. Their style of doing things is different from that of ordinary people. Maybe their appearance this time means something big is about to happen..."

The group of Qilin people riding on Qilin beasts seemed to be oblivious to the astonishment and discussions of the people around them.

He still rode the Qilin slowly forward with a calm expression, and soon passed everyone.

"Everyone, make more efforts! Fellow Daoist Ye finally returned to the sect recently. We brought valuable gifts with us this time. The old ancestor's injury has reached the final stage. We can't delay any longer!"

Inside Feitian Gate.

Ye Yang walked into a specially built quiet room.

As soon as he entered, Ye Yang felt a hot and powerful spiritual power wave coming towards him, and the air around him seemed to be distorted by this force.

Ye Yang has always wanted to refine the magic sword he got from Tianfo Samsara Temple and merge it with the Yinsui Sword.

However, he had not taken any action before due to his previous limitation of cultivation. Now that he had achieved another breakthrough in cultivation, he felt more confident.

Go further forward.

In the dim forbidden area, dozens of old monks with firm minds were sitting in a circle, each with a solemn expression, chanting the Vajra Sword Refining Heart Sutra.

The low and solemn sound of chanting, like an ancient spell, echoed endlessly over the square.

It seems to be able to penetrate the numerous obstacles between heaven and earth and communicate with some mysterious power.

"As my mind is, the vajra protects it, the sky purifies all things"

In the center of a dozen old monks, along with the operation of the formation, there was a huge magic sword placed there.

The blade of the devil's knife was broad, as if it were a wound from heaven, and it emitted a strange dark light all over, as if it was an evil object fished out from the Nine Nether Hell. There were faint dark red lines flowing on it, as if it was sealing endless resentment and evil spirit, making people feel a chill in their hearts just by looking at it.

It was as if a chill was crawling up my spine.

At this moment, the magic knife was covered by the formation, and the surrounding spiritual power was like materialized silk threads, constantly entwining it.

As the old monks chanted, those threads of spiritual power gradually merged into the magic sword. With every thread that merged, the magic sword's light flickered a little more.

The murderous aura that was already captivating also surged along with it, as if resisting the refining process, but was firmly suppressed by the power of the Vajra Sword Refining Heart Sutra and the formation.

Ye Yang's gaze fell on the magic knife, and a hint of heat flashed in his eyes.

This magic sword once caused countless bloody storms in the Great Snow Mountains of the Western Regions. Many masters tried to refine it and use it for themselves.

However, either the evil spirit in the magic sword invaded their minds and turned them into neither human nor ghost, or they were simply unable to withstand the backlash of spiritual power when refining it, and ended up being seriously injured or even killed.

Since this magic sword came to Feitianmen, it has been refined day and night by dozens of old monks in Feitianmen, and a lot of the demonic and evil spirits on its body have been eliminated.

Today, after his spirit and soul were transformed into a spirit, his state of mind and the depth of his spiritual power were far beyond that of ordinary people.

If he could successfully refine this magic sword and use it for his own benefit, his strength would surely be raised to a higher level.

Ye Yang slowly approached the formation. The old monks noticed his arrival but were not distracted. They continued to recite the scriptures and just nodded slightly.

Ye Yang did not say much. He stood at the edge of the formation, carefully observing the changes of the magic knife. At the same time, he secretly circulated the magic power in his body, trying to feel the interaction of spiritual power between the magic knife and the formation, hoping to find a suitable opportunity to join the refining process.

As if sensing Ye Yang's arrival, the magic sword's resistance became stronger and stronger, and the formation that was originally relatively stable began to show slight fluctuations, as if it could not bear the burden.

The surrounding spiritual energy also became chaotic, and a few strands even rushed towards Ye Yang's direction.

Ye Yang snorted coldly and waved his hands. The magic power in his body surged out and instantly turned into a barrier to block the chaotic spiritual power. Under the sunlight, the spiritual power barrier flashed with colorful light, like a solid city wall.

The old monks noticed something strange about the formation, and the sound of their chanting became more rapid, with beads of sweat gradually seeping out of their foreheads.

But the magic knife seemed to be getting more and more crazy. Bursts of piercing buzzing sounds came from the blade, as if it was roaring in anger. The sound went straight into the ears, giving people a splitting headache.

Seeing this, Ye Yang knew he couldn't wait any longer. He took a deep breath, his eyes became extremely determined, and he stepped into the formation.

The moment he stepped in, a strong suction force came from the magic sword, and a strong sword-like evil spirit swept towards Ye Yang.

The black evil spirit was like billowing thick smoke, carrying the smell of decay and blood, and enveloped Ye Yang in the blink of an eye.

Ye Yang frowned, but was not afraid at all. Thousands of sword and knife auras split into two entangled dragons, with clear longitude and latitude, and rushed towards the evil spirit. The sword and knife auras collided with the evil spirit, making crackling sounds, like firecrackers exploding, with sparks flying everywhere. (End of this chapter)