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

The cattle team was not moving very fast, and they left two ruts on the ground as they went along.

The caravan was moving slowly through the vast snowy field. The wheels were struggling to roll over the thick snow, making a creaking sound.

The merchants on the ox carts were all wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, and their faces, which were red from the cold wind, were full of fatigue and helplessness.

"This damn weather is really driving me crazy. It's getting harder and harder to bear."

Next to Ye Yang was a young man who was rubbing his hands vigorously, which were as red as carrots from the cold, while mumbling softly, his tone full of complaints.

"Business is difficult, but there's no end in sight. I don't know when it will end."

"Who says it's not true? These days, prices of everything are rising, but the spiritual stones we earn are getting less and less, like squeezing toothpaste."

Another traveling merchant also sighed, his face full of helplessness.

"I have elderly and children at home, all of whom depend on this little money to make ends meet. I am so worried."

The merchants in the caravan opened up and talked one after another, pouring out the bitterness of life and telling about their own hardships and helplessness.

Their words are full of dissatisfaction and complaints about current real life, but in these complaints, there is also a hint of confusion and helplessness about the future.

Ye Yang sat quietly on an ox cart of the caravan, casually wearing an ordinary gray cotton robe, with a faint, gentle smile on his face.

He looks like an ordinary old man next door, nothing special about him.

He listened silently to the complaints of these merchants, but his heart was like a calm lake with ripples as if a stone was thrown into it, and he felt many emotions and insights.

"Life is short, and time flies by like a white horse. Monks have their own frustrations, and mortals naturally have their own difficulties."

A deep light flashed in Ye Yang's eyes inadvertently, as if it was a ray of light rising from a calm deep pool.

"Old man, why don't you speak?"

A young merchant noticed Ye Yang's silence and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Ye Yang raised his head slightly, still with that gentle smile on his face and a gentle tone.

"At my age, it feels good to listen to you young people talk about these things. I can learn a lot of new things."

After hearing this, the young merchant couldn't help but reveal a hint of admiration on his face.

"You are really open-minded, old man. Unlike us, we are always so busy and worried about our livelihood."

Ye Yang just smiled lightly and didn't say anything else.

Birth, aging, sickness and death, like the changing of the seasons, are the laws that all things in the world cannot escape.

He is not young anymore, so he sees these things very clearly.

At this moment, the topic of these merchants suddenly changed. I don't know who started it, but everyone started discussing other things.

"I heard that those practitioners are so powerful that they can fly and hide in the ground. They are omnipotent. They are just like gods. I envy them so much."

"Let's not talk about anything else, let's just talk about the leader of our caravan. It is said that he is a master in the realm of warriors and can break a mountain into pieces with one punch."

A traveling merchant couldn't help but sigh with envy in his eyes.

"What's the point of being envious? The path of cultivation is not that easy."

Another traveling merchant heard this and shook his head helplessly.

"I have a distant relative who also wanted to practice cultivation and spent countless money on it. In the end, he didn't even get to the threshold of cultivation and had to give up in disgrace."

"Yes, cultivation is not an easy thing. Not only does it require talent, but it also requires that rare opportunity. Both are indispensable."

An elderly merchant also sighed, his tone sounding somewhat vicissitudes of life.

"We ordinary people should stop dreaming unrealistic dreams and just live our lives honestly."

Ye Yang listened quietly, the faint smile on his face never disappeared.

“Although the path of cultivation looks dazzling, it is also full of difficulties and obstacles. However, this life is like a colorful painting. Everyone has his or her own unique way of living, and each has his or her own splendor.”

After hearing Ye Yang's words, the traveling merchants nodded thoughtfully.

"What the old man said is absolutely right. Although we don't have the ability to practice, as long as our family is safe and harmonious, we can live a fulfilling life."

A merchant said with a smile.

The snow is still falling heavily.

Covered with white snow.

The caravan was still moving slowly on the snow.

The heavy wheels struggled through the thick snow.

The traveling merchants were wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, and their faces, cracked by the cold wind, were filled with fatigue and helplessness.

After driving like this for a few days, we finally arrived at the foot of Feitianmen Mountain.

When their eyes fell on the towering Feitianmen Mountain Gate not far ahead, reaching into the sky, everyone's expressions instantly tensed up, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping their heartstrings.

"The Feitian Gate is ahead, everyone be careful."

The monk at the head of the caravan spoke. He was wearing a dark red helmet and was tall, but at the moment, he seemed a little timid in front of the Feitian Gate.

He lowered his voice and reminded everyone, with a hint of awe in his tone.

"I heard that every cultivator of Feitian Sect is extremely powerful. If they were placed in the outside world, they would dominate the world!"

A young traveling merchant looked at the towering mountain gate that rose into the sky in front of him, his eyes flashing with envy and fear. He murmured to himself in a low voice, his voice full of longing for Feitian Gate.

Another merchant nodded slightly, his tone filled with nervousness that was difficult to conceal.

"We have to be careful and not provoke them, otherwise we will be in big trouble."

Ye Yang listened quietly to the discussions of these merchants without saying anything.

These people were so awed by Feitianmen, which seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

at this time.

A young Taoist priest in a green Taoist robe slowly walked towards the foot of the Feitian Gate mountain in front.

The little Taoist priest looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with a delicate face, fair skin, and some rudimentary hair at the corners of his mouth.

But there was an innate arrogance between his brows.

He held a whisk lightly in his hand, his eyes as cold as an eagle, scanning the caravan like a sharp knife.

"It's the Feitianmen's doorman!"

Seeing this, the man in the blood-red helmet who was leading the caravan hurriedly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and had a flattering smile on his face.

"Little Immortal, we are a caravan passing through here to transport goods. I hope you can help us pass smoothly."

When the young Taoist heard this, his brows slightly frowned and a look of impatience appeared on his face.

"Greetings to Feitianmen? You mortals are worthy of being close to Feitianmen? You really overestimate your own abilities."

The blood-helmeted man's face changed instantly, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He hurriedly took out an exquisite jade box from his arms and presented it with trembling hands.

"Little Immortal, this is a small gift from us. It is not a token of respect, but I hope you will accept it."

The young Taoist priest glanced at the jade box, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, but he still reached out to take it.

He casually opened the jade box, and when he saw the crystal clear spirit stone emitting soft light inside, his expression eased a little, and a greedy light flashed in his eyes.

"I guess you guys are interested."

The young Taoist priest snorted coldly, casually put the jade box into his arms, then swept his eyes across the caravan like a torch and said coldly.

"However, the New Year is coming to an end, and Feitianmen has an iron rule that all caravans that want to enter the mountain gate must undergo strict inspection, and no one is exempt."

"examine?"

Someone in the caravan couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, their tone full of uneasiness and worry, as if the inspection was a terrible disaster.

"Little Immortal, this... this is probably not very convenient, right?"

The middle-aged man looked a little ugly, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Our cargo is just worthless copper ore. There is really nothing special about it. Please be kind and let us go."

"It is nothing special?"

The young Taoist sneered.

"If there's nothing special, why don't you dare let me check? Are you hiding something shameful?"

Upon hearing this, the man in the blood helmet turned pale as paper and quickly waved his hands to explain.

"You misunderstood, little immortal. We have no such intention! It's just... it's just that if these ores are messed up, it may affect our delivery time."

"We will be in big trouble then."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!"

The little Taoist priest waved his hand impatiently, with a hint of threat in his tone and an unquestionable majesty in his eyes.

"If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being rude. Don't say I didn't give you a chance then!"

After hearing this, everyone in the caravan looked terrified and their bodies trembled slightly, but no one dared to say another word.

They knew clearly that the disciples of Feitian Sect were very powerful. If they offended them, their trip would be in vain.

They were not afraid that the other party would rummage through the goods, but they were afraid that the other party would try to find some flaws in the goods and then force them to give out more benefits.

Seeing that no one dared to resist, the young Taoist priest showed a smug smile on his face. He had already defeated these people, as if he was the master of everything around him.

He strode to the front of the caravan and began to examine the goods one by one.

He moved roughly, haphazardly rummaging through the cargo on the vehicle, with no regard for the feelings of the people in the caravan.

After a while, the young Taoist priest came to the oxcart where Ye Yang was. He glanced at Ye Yang and saw that he was just an ordinary, inconspicuous old man, and a trace of disdain suddenly appeared on his face.

"Old man, don't you know I'm going to check the goods? Get out of the way."

The young Taoist asked coldly, his tone full of contempt and arrogance.

Ye Yang smiled slightly, his tone calm and composed.

"If you want to see it, go ahead and check it out. I have no objection."

After saying that, Ye Yang gently stood up and made way for him.

The young Taoist frowned slightly when he heard this.

But he quickly regained his arrogant expression, casually lifted the curtain of the car, and began to rummage through the cargo unscrupulously.

He seemed very attentive and was searching carefully, but at first he didn't find the problem.

Only half of the search.

The young Taoist frowned and paused his movements slightly, and the atmosphere on the scene became quiet.

When the young Taoist priest was turning over the goods, he pulled out a dark green herb from under a piece of ore. The herb was not big, only four inches long, and its green leaves were covered with fluff.

The little Taoist priest sneered.

He held the herb high up, glanced coldly at everyone in the caravan, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"What is this? How dare you smuggle the banned Gastrodia elata? How audacious!"

When the merchants in the caravan saw this, their faces suddenly changed.

The cargo they transported this time were all some bulky ores, so where did these banned herbs come from?

Held in the little Taoist's hands, it seemed like ironclad evidence.

"This...this is impossible!"

The man in the blood-red helmet who was at the head of the caravan looked pale, and there was a tremor in his voice.

"We definitely don't have this kind of stuff in our cargo! Little Immortal, are you mistaken?"

"mistake?"

The young Taoist sneered, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"The things are in my hands, and you still want to deny it? Do you think the rules of my Feitian Sect are just for show?"

The merchants in the caravan looked at each other in shock and anger.

They knew they were framed, but they were powerless to refute it.

After all, that root of Gastrodia elata was indeed found among their cargo.

"Little Immortal, we really don't know what's going on!"

The man in the blood helmet was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Please be careful. We would never dare to smuggle prohibited items!"

When the young Taoist heard this, a trace of impatience appeared on his face. He waved his hand and said coldly.

"Stop talking nonsense! The stuff was taken from your car, this is irrefutable evidence! According to Feitian Sect's rules, smuggling prohibited items will result in the confiscation of the goods at the least, or in the serious case, being escorted to the sect for trial!"

When everyone heard this, they turned pale with fear.

They knew that if the goods were confiscated, this business trip would be a complete loss; if they were escorted to the sect for trial, they might even lose their lives.

"Little Immortal, please show mercy!"

The man in the blood helmet hurriedly took a few steps forward, took out a bulging storage bag from his arms, and presented it with both hands.

"This is a small token of our appreciation. Please help me, little immortal."

The young Taoist priest glanced at the purse, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, but his face still maintained a proud expression.

he said coldly.

"Are you trying to bribe me? The rules of Feitian Sect are not something you can trample on at will."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face became even uglier, and he quickly took out a crystal clear jade pendant from his arms and presented it with both hands.

"Little Immortal, this jade pendant is a family heirloom. It is made of the finest Kunlun white jade. It can calm the mind and spirit. It is a small token of our appreciation. Please accept it."

When the young Taoist saw the jade pendant, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but his face remained indifferent.

He took the spirit stone and weighed it casually, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "You want to get rid of me with just this little thing?"

Upon hearing this, the merchants in the caravan felt angry and helpless.

They knew that the young Taoist priest was deliberately making things difficult for them in order to extract more bribes.

However, they were powerless to resist and could only swallow their anger.

"Little Immortal, these are really all we have!"

The man in the blood helmet had a bitter face and there was a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Please be merciful and let us go!"

The young Taoist sneered, his eyes swept over everyone in the caravan, with a hint of threat in his tone.

"Let you go? It's not impossible. But you have to show some sincerity."

Upon hearing this, the merchants in the caravan felt angry and helpless.

They knew that the young Taoist priest was clearly taking advantage of the situation, but they were powerless to resist and could only swallow their anger.

At this moment, Ye Yang slowly stood up from the ox cart. He was still wearing the grey cotton robe, with a faint smile on his face.

He seemed to be just an ordinary old man. However, his eyes were as cold as a knife, staring straight at the young Taoist priest.

"Little Immortal, please forgive others when you can."

Ye Yang spoke slowly, with a hint of majesty in his tone.

"They are just ordinary merchants, why are they so aggressive?"

The young Taoist frowned slightly when he heard this, as if he was a little surprised by Ye Yang's calmness. But he quickly regained his arrogant look and said coldly.

"Old man, this is none of your business! If you meddle in other people's business again, I'll punish you too!"

Ye Yang smiled slightly, his tone still calm.

"Little Immortal, you are so young, why do you have to act like this? They didn't see it clearly just now, but I saw it. It was you who deliberately mixed in the inspection that day."

"You are only at the Tongqi realm, but the purple ribbon and gold collar you are wearing costs hundreds of spirit stones in Tao'an Market. With your identity as a doorman, I'm afraid you can't afford it even if you save for ten years."

When the young Taoist heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

After Ye Yang pointed it out to him, he felt a little scared, but he soon thought of something and suddenly became more confident.

"What a joke! I am just performing my official duties. Do you think you don't respect the rules of Feitian Sect?"

"Who are you? How dare you be so presumptuous!"

Ye Yang glanced at the little Taoist priest indifferently, then waved his hand lightly, and an invisible force instantly enveloped the entire caravan.

The Gastrodia elata in the young Taoist's hand instantly turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.

"This...this is impossible!"

The little Taoist's face changed drastically, his eyes filled with fear.

He watched helplessly as Ye Yang recklessly destroyed the Gastrodia elata that he had used to frame him. His already unfriendly expression instantly turned as gloomy as a dark cloud covering the sun.

However, the next moment, not only did he not show any intention of retreating, but he was instead aroused to the point of being filled with rage, with a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"You are so brave, old man! How dare you destroy the evidence in my hands and even speak rudely to me! Do you know who you are facing? You are facing the Feitian Sect led by a cultivator in the Yuanshen Dao realm."

"You are facing the most powerful force in Yalong Ridge, and you are facing the disciples of Patriarch Ye, who is an expert in both swordsmanship and saber-wielding."

The young Taoist gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, his tone revealing a fierce and resolute tone.
"You know this is Feitianmen's territory! If you act wildly here, you are openly challenging the entire Feitianmen!"

After hearing this, Ye Yang's expression remained calm. He just glanced at the little Taoist priest indifferently, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Return to Patriarch Ye. If he saw what you did today, he would probably be so angry that he would die."

"Besides, Feitianmen? What a big name, what a great prestige. Just relying on a young gatekeeper like you, you want to represent Feitianmen? It's ridiculous."

The young Taoist priest was choked by Ye Yang's words and his face turned red like pig liver. The anger in his heart was burning so fiercely that it almost swallowed him.

"It seems that you are sincere in going against my Feitian Sect. Today, I will let you see how powerful my Feitian Sect is."

He raised his hand in anger, took out a jade talisman engraved with mysterious runes from his arms, and crushed it.

In an instant, the jade talisman shattered, and a dazzling light shot up into the sky, like a sharp sword, cutting through the sky and going straight into the clouds.

"Don't run away if you have something."

The young Taoist priest showed a sinister sneer on his face, and said with a bit of complacency, "When the uncle arrives, we'll see how arrogant you can be!"

Ye Yang remained calm and composed. To him, the Taoist priest's threats were just childish threats.

He gently brushed off the dust on his body and said calmly, "Oh? And there is also a master uncle. I am looking forward to seeing how capable your master uncle is."

When the merchants in the caravan saw this scene, they all turned pale with fright and their horror was beyond words.

They knew clearly that once the masters from Feitian Sect arrived, the situation would be out of control and there would be no room for turnaround.

The middle-aged man in the lead hurriedly took a few steps forward, lowered his voice, and spoke to Ye Yang anxiously.

"Old sir, Feitianmen is not something we can afford to offend. We are already accustomed to this kind of thing. It's nothing more than paying a price. (End of this chapter)