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

"Evil disciple, do you still recognize me?"

Suddenly a voice came from the old man's mouth.

Chu Hao's pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

It was horror, disbelief, and an indescribable tremor.

He didn't know how many times he had heard this voice.

At first there was only hesitation and doubt, but soon, that hesitation and doubt were gone, and what remained was only an indescribable terror.

"Master, is it really you?"

Immediately afterwards, Chu Hao's legs went limp and his knees hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

"Master...Master!"

Chu Hao's voice trembled constantly, filled with endless fear and deep awe.

At this moment, he no longer has the same lofty ambition as before.

Like a humble ant, he crawled at the feet of the caravan, with his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to breathe, let alone look up at Ye Yang.

"This"

"This"

This sudden scene, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's heart.

Everyone was stunned.

The merchants in the caravan opened their eyes wide, almost popping out of their heads, with looks full of disbelief, as if they were watching an absurd dream.

Master Chu Hao, who was as high and mighty as a god in their hearts.

The master of water-based alchemy from Feitian Sect was well-known throughout the entire Yalong Ridge, and there were countless people who wanted to be his master but were unable to obtain his name.

But at this moment, he was facing such an old man. He admitted his mistake and even called the old man "Master".

“This…what on earth is going on?”

The blood-helmeted man muttered to himself, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible, his tone filled with deep shock and confusion.

It seems like he is asking himself, and it seems like he is asking the people around him.

But soon, when they figured out the problem, they saw everything clearly.

"Master Chu Hao actually called him Master? Could it be that this old gentleman is..."

The other merchant also widened his eyes, his voice trembling, the second half of the sentence stuck in his throat, he dared not say it out loud, but the guess revealed in his eyes was self-evident.

The middle-aged Taoist priest and the young Taoist priest who had been easily defeated by Ye Yang before were also completely stunned. Their expressions were frozen on their faces, like wooden sculptures.

As everyone knows, this Master Chu Haochu has only one master.

That was the legendary Taoist priest of Yalongling, an expert in both swordsmanship and saber - Ye Yang.

"Ancestor Ye Ye?"

someone asked tremblingly.

Seeing that the old man did not deny it, the next moment, everyone knelt on the ground.

"Greetings to Patriarch Ye!"

Everyone shouted in unison, and the sound was so loud that a whistling sound was heard in the mountains and forests.

The middle-aged Taoist priest turned pale and fell to his knees with a thud.

".Forgive me, Master Ye! I was blind and didn't recognize the great man."

As he said this, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

He felt his back soaked with cold sweat, his throat dry, and he couldn't even speak. The arrogance he had just had was gone, and at this moment, he was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

As for the little Taoist priest next to him, his legs became weak and he knelt down as well.

How dare I scold this old ancestor? What kind of courage does this have?

At this moment, he felt that he admired himself a little.

Ye Yang looked at the two people kneeling on the ground and said lightly.

"My disciples of Feitian Sect are becoming more and more powerful."

The middle-aged Taoist priest trembled all over and kowtowed quickly: "Forgive me, Elder Ye! I am blind and have offended you."

The two men collapsed on the ground, their faces pale.

He never dreamed that he would offend Patriarch Ye. Thinking of the possible punishment he might face, he felt dizzy and his vision went dark.

The middle-aged Taoist priest continued to slap himself and mutter to himself.

"I'm damned. I'm damned."

The wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness, but the two of them didn't feel any coolness, only chills all over.

Ye Yang ignored the two of them and turned away.

Only when his figure disappeared in the mist did everyone dare to look up.

Only then did he realize that Chu Hao was no longer in the convoy.

Ye Yang's robe sleeves fluttered slightly, and the wide sleeves rolled like flowing clouds, and a strange light flashed.

Chu Hao’s face turned pale, and he felt that the light and shadows in front of his eyes were blurry, as if he was caught in a mysterious vortex.

When he slowly opened his eyes again, he found himself in a solemn and magnificent hall.

Inside the hall, wisps of incense smoke rose like ribbons, emitting an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

The tablets of ancestors of successive generations are neatly arranged on both sides, and each tablet is made of top-grade sandalwood.

The surface is carved with exquisite patterns, and the names on it are all engraved in red gold. Under the flickering candlelight, it shines brightly.

All written above are the ancestors who have worked hard and risen step by step since the founding of Feitianmen.

At this moment, in this majestic ancestral hall.

Chu Hao felt his legs go weak, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

This place not only carries the long history and heritage of Feitian Sect, but is also a place for punishing disciples and maintaining the dignity of sect rules.

Ye Yang put his hands behind his back, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, shooting straight at Chu Hao, and said in a cold voice: "Chu Hao, do you know your crime?"

Chu Hao's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, soaking the ground in front of him. He spoke in a trembling voice.

"Disciple, disciple knows his sin"

"Say!"

Ye Yang suddenly shouted loudly, his voice was like a loud bell, shaking the candlelight in the hall violently and splashing the candle tears everywhere.

"Why would you team up with the sect to enrich yourself?"

Chu Hao slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on the tallest and most conspicuous tablet behind Ye Yang.

That was the tablet of the founder of Feitian Sect. The golden characters on the tablet seemed to have life, shining brightly and transforming into sharp and majestic gazes.

It stabbed Chu Hao like a solid substance, making him feel uncomfortable all over, as if his internal organs had been seen through and there was nowhere to hide.

"Disciple, I was confused for a moment."

"Blinded by the interests, I lost my original intention"

Ye Yang snorted coldly.

"As the head of the Dan Hall and my disciple, you should set an example and uphold the sect rules. But now you are breaking the law knowingly. This is an unforgivable crime!"

Chu Hao burst into tears, his tears pouring out like a flood, and he begged desperately.

"I really know I was wrong, please forgive me this time, Master."

Ye Yang was unmoved, his expression still as cold as ice, and asked: "Do you know that the founder of the sect went through countless hardships and dangers and founded Feitian Sect?"

"For the Feitian Sect, my father was besieged and killed, the Sect Leader Gu Xuan had his arm chopped off, the Sword King Ge Canhong abandoned his cultivation and became disabled, and the Sect Leader Helian died heroically."

"Do you still remember the scene when you and I first met?"

“At that time, you were standing on the shore protecting a poor girl. You remained fearless in the face of difficulties faced by the aristocratic families and guarded a rare justice. That’s why I was willing to give you a chance.” Chu Hao kowtowed repeatedly, and his forehead made a "bang bang" sound when it hit the ground.

"I know. I have always been grateful for the opportunity given by Master. I don't know how many people would love to have this opportunity."

"And how did you do it?"

Ye Yang asked sternly.

"You colluded with the sect's forces, enriched yourself, and threw the teachings of your ancestors behind your back, ruining the reputation of our Feitian Sect!"

Chu Hao was speechless and overwhelmed with shame. He could only kowtow repeatedly and bang his head on the ground. There were already bloodstains on his forehead.

Bright red blood flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the stone slabs on the ground, staining them with shocking bloodstains, but he did not dare to stop at all.

Chu Hao knelt heavily on the icy cold ground of the Ancestral Hall, his knees colliding with the hard stone slabs, making a dull sound.

He suddenly raised his head and wiped the blood from his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot, as if burning with flames of despair, and his voice was filled with endless grief and unwillingness.

"Master, I thank you. It is you who pulled me out of the quagmire and changed my destiny."

"But most of the time, you are also an ascetic, and your heart of practice is as hard as iron. You should know my difficulties."

Ye Yang frowned slightly, a complicated look flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Chu Hao.

"Because I can't stand it!"

Chu Hao looked crazy, like a madman, with his black hair flying everywhere.

"Master, I have been stuck in the realm of martial perfection for ten whole years! Ten years! These ten years are like a heavy mountain, weighing me down and making me breathless!"

His voice was like a heavy hammer, echoing violently in the ancestral hall, shaking the candles around it and causing bright and dark shadows to dance on the walls.

The tablets of the ancestors seemed to be touched by this crazy aura as well. They stared quietly at the disciple who had fallen into madness, as if examining his crimes and suffering.

"Man Xiaohuang, the little girl who was once taught by me in cultivation, broke through to the realm of a real person many years ago."

Chu Hao's voice trembled slightly, with jealousy and loss that were difficult to conceal.

"And Senior Sister Huo, Senior Uncle Yan... They have all successfully broken through and have reached a higher level of cultivation. Only I... Only I am still standing still, stagnant!"

Chu Hao smiled miserably, that smile was full of bitterness and ridicule.

"Master, do you know? In order to break through, I tried every method I could think of. I practiced in seclusion, staying in that dark cave for months."

"I practiced very hard, day and night, until I was exhausted. I took all kinds of elixirs, even if they had serious side effects. I didn't hesitate."

"But what's the result? I still can't break through that damn barrier! Later I found that only by piling up a large amount of spirit stones can I see a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough..."

There was a glimmer of madness in his eyes, as if his reason had been devoured by desire.

"I don't want to be left far behind by my fellow disciples, especially as your disciple. I don't want to become a disgrace to Feitian Sect and be looked down upon!"

Master, I was born in a humble family and have practiced hard. I don't blame anyone but myself. I have been dull since childhood, and both literary and martial arts studies are like rowing against the current, making me go backwards instead of forwards.

I study hard every day and swing my sword a thousand times, but it always seems as if there is a thin veil between us and I can never get a glimpse of the true meaning.

My former classmates have already gone their separate ways, some have become famous, and some have achieved success.

Senior Sister Huo Bingshuang was born with the Moon Sword Body and the Moon Fairy's innate nature. She was a proud figure on the Hidden Dragon Ranking and has now broken through to the True Person realm.

My uncle-master Yan Qingying, who is honored as the master of Taoist soldiers, competed with me on the same stage at that time, but now he is out of my reach.

I am the only one who still guards this courtyard, refining elixirs, with a heart full of helplessness and melancholy.

"Master, can you tell me the difference between the realms of true beings?"

I often ask this question, my eyes full of desire.

"Master, what is the so-called entering and leaving Qingming, traveling to Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening?"

My heart is full of yearning for the unknown.

"Master, I also want to see that vast world."

That night, I swung the sword a hundred times again, but still failed to comprehend the mystery. I put down the sword and looked up at the starry sky, my heart filled with helplessness and determination.

That year, my senior sister talked to me about the magnificent scenery of Jiangnan in March, saying it was a rare beauty in the world.

He talked about the prosperity of the Dayun Dynasty, the etherealness of the fairy mountains overseas, the dangers of poisonous insects in southern Xinjiang, and the great differences after reaching the realm of true immortals.

"So I began to secretly intercept precious spiritual materials from the gate, and even... I even reached out to the caravan..."

"I know this is wrong!"

Chu Hao suddenly fell to his knees again with a plop, tears welling up in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

“But Master, I really can’t stand it anymore… Every time I see the joy on my fellow disciples’ faces when they make breakthroughs, I feel as if my heart is being stabbed by countless sharp blades. That feeling is worse than death!”

He raised his shaking hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Look, these are the spiritual stones I have accumulated over the years..."

As he spoke, he tremblingly poured out a pile of high-quality spirit stones from his storage bag. The crystal clear spirit stones rolled to the ground like bright stars, flickering an eerie and alluring light under the flickering candlelight.

“Enough!” Ye Yang shouted angrily, his voice like thunder, shaking Chu Hao so much that his whole body trembled violently and his body shrank involuntarily.

Ye Yang looked at this disciple who had once made him most proud, but now fell into such a situation. He felt mixed emotions, full of regret and heartache.

He knew very well that Chu Hao had been trapped by his inner demons. If he was not guided and stopped in time, he would probably really fall into complete depravity and be doomed.

"Someone come!" Ye Yang suppressed the grief in his heart and gave an order in a deep voice, "Take Chu Hao to Jingxin Hall. No one is allowed to let him take a single step without my order!"

Chu Hao did not resist at all, his eyes were dull, and he allowed the law enforcement disciples to lift him up.

His body was carried away limply like a puppet, his eyes staring ahead with emptiness, as if he had lost all hope for the future.

Ye Yang looked at Chu Hao's back as he was taken away, sighed heavily, and talked to himself.

"On the road of cultivation, the most taboo is to be too eager for quick success. You are too persistent and obsessed, and you will eventually go astray..."

Watching everyone suppress Chu Hao, Ye Yang heaved a sigh.

He could understand Chu Hao's desire to seek the truth.

But Feitian Sect has its own rules, and no one can break them.

Otherwise, this sect would have disbanded.

As Feitianmen becomes more and more powerful and controls more and more resources, Chu Hao is definitely not the only one who has encountered such a thing.

After Chu Hao was taken away, Ye Yang stood in front of the Patriarch's Hall, looking at the mountains outside the hall, and remained silent for a long time.

The news of Chu Hao being punished quickly spread throughout Feitianmen.

For a time, the whole sect was in a panic.

Those disciples who used to take advantage of their status and position to enrich themselves were now panicking.

Ye Yang and Gu Xuan were personally in charge and investigated and punished dozens of deacons and elders who violated the rules.

Some withheld the monthly salary of outer disciples, some embezzled sect resources, and some even reached out to the outside caravans.

"Ancestor, this is the list of people to be investigated."

The deacon disciple presented a file.

Ye Yang took the file and his brows furrowed more and more.

He didn't expect that corruption within the sect had reached such a serious level.

"Pass the order down."

Ye Yang said solemnly, "From now on, we will set up a patrol inspection hall, which will be responsible for investigating the unhealthy practices in the sect. I will be the head of the hall, and ten elders with both moral integrity and talent will be selected to serve as patrol inspectors."

Soon, a new palace rose up inside Feitian Gate.

In front of the hall hang three large characters "Xunjiantang", written in powerful strokes and with extraordinary momentum.

"From now on, you are the eyes of Feitian Sect. Anyone who violates the sect's rules will be strictly investigated, regardless of their status!"

Soon, the reputation of the Inspection Hall spread throughout the Feitian Sect. The disciples found that no matter what they did, it was as if there was a pair of invisible eyes watching them.

Those disciples who used to bully others by taking advantage of their power have now become much more restrained.

The atmosphere in the sect became clearer, and the atmosphere for cultivation also improved a lot. (End of this chapter)