Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 406 Support
Kang Dabao hadn't seen He Yuanhe for a long time. When He Yuanbing died, he was sent by Shishan Sect to hunt monsters in Puzhou and never came back. The last time he saw him was probably at He Dezong's funeral.

After He Yuanhe entered, he left Jin Shilun standing beside him and stepped forward to bow deeply, saying in a hoarse voice: "Yuanhe greets Uncle Shi."

"Hurry up and sit down, Shilun," Master Kang smiled and stretched out his hand to support the two boys, who then sat down together.

He said softly, "My dear nephew, you have come from afar, it is indeed hard. If the matter in the sect is not urgent, then you can stay for a few more days. I think your uncle should be here soon, so you can show your filial piety."

He Yuanhe responded respectfully, "Uncle Shi is right, but Yuanhe has an errand to attend to. I asked for leave from Master on purpose this time, so I can't stay for long."

"Who is your command?"

"My master is Huang Gongming, the head of Feixue Peak of Shishan Sect. He is good at water-based Taoism and is proficient in the way of balancing yin and yang."

When He Yuanhe mentioned his mentor, he added some respect to his words. Kang Dabao frowned and asked, "When did you become my disciple?"

"My nephew became my master's disciple last winter."

The head of Kangda nodded calmly, thinking: "That's no wonder."

As soon as the black-shoe Taoist left, it seemed that the leader of the Kang Sect had lost his value in the eyes of the leader of the Shishan Sect, Bian Hu. The latter's friendly and warm face seemed to have never appeared before.

Otherwise, the position of He Yuanhe's true disciple was requested by Kang Dabao and Bian Hu in person. If the latter still valued Kang Dabao's relationship with Chongming Sect, he would not have assigned an unknown early stage true cultivator to be He Yuanhe's master.

However, the one sent by the Shishan Sect was a serious foundation-building sect. No matter how he looked at it, Sect Leader Kang could not find any fault with it. He could only temporarily suppress his dissatisfaction and turned to talk to He Yuanhe:

"I have been friends with your master for a long time, but our fate is shallow and we cannot meet. I would like to ask you to bring a letter to Huang Daoyou when you return to show your sincerity."

The words were said so directly that the latter could not help but understand and kept saying, "Thank you, uncle."

"My dear nephew, you must be quite tired after all this journey. Let Anle take you down to rest for a few days. When your uncle comes tonight, we can talk together."

As soon as Kang Dabao finished speaking, the two people in the hall stood up again to respond. The former nodded slightly, which was considered a greeting, and walked towards the back of the meeting hall.

Seeing his master leave, Jin Shilun led He Yuanhe out of the hall. He knew that He Yuanhe must have come to ask for something, but he didn't ask much, just chatted and joked on the way, and soon led the latter to the courtyard where He Yuanyi was.

In the past, when Chongming Sect was in trouble, all the people in the sect had to live in a cramped courtyard. Later, when the sect recovered a little, all the people in the sect, regardless of their status, could be allocated a courtyard to practice in seclusion.

Later, when all the conditions were gradually implemented, only inner disciples or those with long-term duties could be allocated a courtyard for practice.

The size of this courtyard was not small, and there was spiritual soil in the courtyard, about the size of an acre. If the owner was a little more diligent, he could plant some spiritual plants as a subsidy, which was considered a little invisible benefit of Chongming Sect to its outstanding disciples.

However, this spiritual soil was not fertile at first, and could only grow some worthless white alfalfa. If you don't spend some effort, it's really hard to make much money.

Therefore, some inner disciples who are not popular and cannot find Master Jia to help them will often fill up the spiritual soil, place puppets and golden men on it, and use it as a training ground, which is also quite good.

He Yuanyi inherited the He family's ancestral talent for dealing with people. In addition, he had the support of his family and was usually well-off, which helped him to maintain good relationships with many of his fellow disciples who also practiced Jia Shidao.

It is also because of this relationship that the spiritual soil in He Yuanyi's courtyard is much more vibrant than that in other disciples' courtyards.

On the sunny half, a few fire-stem grasses were planted with wide intervals; on the other half, which received less sunlight, two silver-horned ginsengs were planted. These spiritual plants required a lot of effort from the soil and could not be planted too densely.

Flame stem grass matures faster, and is sold for five to six spirit stones each. It can be sold after two and a half years of growth.
Silver Horn Ginseng matures once every six years, and when the market is good, it can be sold for twenty Lingshi per plant. However, it cannot be planted, and after each harvest, one has to go out and buy ginseng seeds.

As long as there is no disaster, He Yuanyi's initial investment in this spiritual field can be recovered in just one round of time. By then, the annual income will be evenly distributed, which is also a small benefit for an inner sect disciple.

He Yuanyi received the news yesterday that his cousin was coming. He waited at the gate of the courtyard for a long time. When he saw someone coming, he hurried over to greet him: "My cousin is here."

"I haven't seen you for many years. Yuanyi, you have already reached the sixth level of Qi training. Your progress is much faster than when Zhongfu wrote to you last time. It's really good."

He Yuanhe also knew that the rules of the Chongming Sect were quite strict. Disciples had to break through to the late stage of Qi training before the age of 40 and pass the advanced test before they could be promoted to true disciples.

This condition is a little more stringent than that of the Shishan Sect, a long-established sect. However, He Yuanyi has only been a disciple of Chongming for fifteen or sixteen years at most, and he is only twenty-five years old. The possibility of him becoming a true disciple is naturally not small.

The two brothers met again, and Jin Shilun was happy for them.

These days, the birthday of Master Kang is approaching, and most of the older disciples in the Chongming Sect are away unless they have important matters on hand. So Jin Shilun took over and invited He Yuanyi's fellow disciples to come over for a drink to welcome He Yuanhe who came from afar.

Ye Pingshui, the disciple in charge of the Weapon Hall who was usually the busiest, was the first to come over with a jar of spirit wine.

Many years have passed, and the naive young man from a poor family has become a genuine first-class mid-level weapon master. Although he has not been included in the true teachings, his prestige among his fellow disciples is indeed not small because of this real skill;
Ye Yaoling came with her new apprentice, who was young but not very lively. He followed his master closely, wearing a veil on his head, not even daring to raise his head.
In such occasions, Wei Gu would come with his brother Mo Ku as usual. Thanks to the care of the former, the first formation master of Chongming Sect, Mo Ku, who had little ability and was the only outer disciple in the field, did not fall too far away from the backbone of these sects in the courtyard;
Although Wei Gu was not a true disciple, nor was he accepted as a disciple by any elder, the moment he showed up, the eyes of his fellow disciples in the courtyard were involuntarily drawn to him.

The reason is simple. A first-class top-grade array master is already qualified to be a top-ranked master in Yunjiao Province. As the only one among the younger generation who is expected to break through to the second-class hundred arts, Wei Gu should be respected by them.
Mingzhe still had no time to rest, and he led the Chongming caravan outside without returning;
Zhou Xinran and Mo'er each brought their own children to the hospital;

Yuan Changsheng and Zhang Le came in one after another, and the latter brought a can of the recently popular "Su Xue Mi" to entertain the guests. After Song Cheng finished his mission and took Liu Ya into the courtyard, three or four inner and outer disciples who had been disciples for a longer time came in.

Once everyone arrived, the spiritual energy in He Yuanyi's courtyard seemed to become thicker.

But afterwards, the sounds of clinking glasses and the elegant music of stringed instruments complemented each other, and it was a lively drinking party in which both the host and the guests enjoyed themselves to the fullest.

He Yuanhe could not resist the persuasion and drank one cup of mellow spirit wine after another. He drank it too quickly. He had not had time to sober up with his ninth level of Qi training. The rising wine vapor in his stomach almost made him squint. At this time, a young man with a straight face walked in and said to the crowd with a smile: "Is it so lively today?"

Zhou Xinran's face immediately changed when he saw the person coming. He quickly rushed to his side and gently scolded him: "Your injuries haven't healed yet, why are you coming out?!"

"Don't worry, sister. It's okay," Duan Anle replied with a smile, and then gently patted the back of Zhou Xinran's hand to comfort her.

Jin Shilun's originally relaxed and happy expression turned into a serious one, and he hurriedly asked, "Is Second Senior Brother's injury okay?!"

They were not the only ones who had this reaction. The happy atmosphere in the place suddenly stagnated when Duan Anle arrived. Except for He Yuanhe who was a little confused and didn't know the situation, everyone else looked worried.

Years ago, Duan Anle used the good deeds distributed by Sect Leader Kang to exchange for an empty-colored Qingyuan fruit from the sect's treasury to try to build his foundation. The elders all felt that with his character and foundation, it should be possible for him to build his foundation.

Unexpectedly, Duan Anle broke through the barrier in less than a month, and when he came out, he was only breathing. Fortunately, his injuries this time were not as serious as Pei Yilai's, who also failed. He only needed to rest for four or five years to recover.

Just look at the fate of the successor of the Shan family who died suddenly and Pei Yi, and you will know that even though Duan Anle has to waste so much time, this is already good luck among the cultivators who failed in building the foundation.

Duan Anle was calm and steady, and did not show any signs of depression. He just sat in the quiet room every day to heal his wounds and take medicine to nourish his spirit. He rarely came out, which made his fellow disciples worried.

Duan Anle could see the worry in Jin Shilun's eyes, and just smiled and said, "My injuries yesterday have mostly healed, but I can't move my Qi or fight. I went to Uncle Pei's place this morning to pay my respects. After I toast him a glass of wine at Master's birthday banquet, I will go back to the quiet room to heal my injuries. It shouldn't be a problem."

"How could the master be willing to drink your glass of wine?" Zhou Xinran said distressedly, but Duan Anle just smiled. He walked around Jin Shilun in front of him, walked to He Yuanhe and saluted, saying: "I haven't seen you for a long time, brother Shi, you are still as elegant as ever."

At this time, the latter had already learned what happened from He Yuanyi who came over to explain. Seeing Duan Anle dragging his sick body to see him, how could he not be moved? He immediately said in a bitter voice: "Brother, you have been very hard during this period. I should have come to visit you."

Duan Anle's smile remained on his face. Just looking at his sincere and warm smile, how could ordinary people tell that this was his second meeting with He Yuanhe?
He took an empty cup and poured honey dew into it, then raised the cup to toast: "You and I are brothers, why talk about this."

"This sounds familiar," Jin Shilun saw Duan Anle's appearance and felt that the latter was becoming more and more like his master.
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He Yuanhe's drinking party ended in the evening, not because the youngsters had enjoyed themselves, but because He Degong, who had rushed back from another county to celebrate the birthday of Master Kang, hurriedly pulled his nephew He Yuanhe out of the lively scene after hearing the news.

Master Kang is still waiting for the uncle and nephew to come and pay their respects together, so how could they delay for even a moment?
When uncle He Degong and nephew met Kang Dabao this time, the latter did not exchange too many pleasantries. He just said straight to the point: "Nephew, what is the matter with you coming back this time? You can tell me directly. Your father and I are brothers from the past, so you don't need to be shy. Just tell me directly."

He Yuanhe had been fed sobering pills by He Degong before he came, so he was indeed very sober at this time. He turned his head to look at He Degong, and saw the latter nod, then he followed the words and said:
"To be honest with you, uncle, Yuan He came to your house this time because he wanted to exchange spiritual objects for foundation building in the sect, so he came to ask for help from you, uncle."

"What do you mean?" Master Kang looked at He Yuanhe with a fixed gaze. It was unknown how many foundation-building cultivators had been killed under these small eyes. Even if there was no murderous intent in them at this moment, He Yuanhe still felt that it was a bit difficult to bear.

At this time, He Degong stood up for his nephew and said, "Don't blame me, brother. It was Yuanhe who didn't explain it clearly. Thanks to my blessing, brother, Yuanhe was able to be listed as a true disciple of Shishan Sect. According to the rules of Shishan Sect, true disciples can use good deeds within the sect to compete for the spiritual objects in the storehouse for foundation building."

"But there is a shortage of good deeds?" Kang Dabao was ready to donate generously when he heard this, but He Degong rejected it:

"That's not the case. Although the merits of that spiritual object are quite high, the He family has still managed to collect them with Yuanhe over the years. It's just that we paid the merits first, but another family of the true heirs took it away and didn't even return the merits. This is really..."

Sect Master Kang's face changed again, and he just said, "I heard that the Shishan Sect was in good shape in the past. Why did they start snatching their own disciples? Once the news gets out, will this fake Dan Sect still have any shame?!"

He Degong's face became even more bitter, and he bowed again and said:

"The family of the True Heir has deep roots in the Shishan Sect, and they did use some unspeakable means to collude. We were a little eager for quick success, so we were tricked by them.

Anyway, at least on the surface, they have completed the contract and the reasoning is roughly clear. Even if they tell others, outsiders may not listen or believe it.

Brother Shi, Degong is a useless person. You also know the situation of the He family. The amount of good deeds obtained by exchanging spiritual stones is indeed not small. It is really impossible to do so. Huh, Brother Shi, the He family can take back the spiritual objects and good deeds as they come back, even if the amount returned is less, it doesn’t matter. "

The head of the Kang family did not rush to agree. He turned to He Yuanhe and asked, "My dear nephew, have you ever thought of asking your master to come forward?" The latter replied respectfully, "That family has deep roots, and my master is still young. It is true that he has the will but not the ability."

"Well," Kang Dabao did not agree immediately as the uncle and nephew of the He family expected. Instead, after hesitating for a while, he spoke: "It's difficult for me to help with this matter."

However, before the uncle and nephew of the He family could show disappointment on their faces, Master Kang took out another item.

"Five-Pattern Heavy Mountain Stone?!" He Yuanhe exclaimed in surprise. This is a superior spiritual object that is relatively rare in the Shishan Sect. It is much better than the spiritual object that was taken away from him by someone.

Kang Dabao shook his head again, stuffed the Five-Pattern Heavy Mountain Stone into He Yuanhe's arms, and said:
"Now the Shishan Clan is the only powerful clan in Puzhou and is thriving. As an outsider, I should not get too involved with them, lest Bian Hu finds out about what happened and vents his anger on Yuan He.

This five-patterned heavy mountain stone is indeed compatible with the technique you are practicing, Yuanhe. You should use it first and don’t delay your practice.”

Just now, Shan Shiwen, the head of the Shan family, returned the spiritual object, but the head of the Kang family gave it back. He didn't feel bad about it, after all, the Shan family still owed a spiritual object of the same level as Yi Mu Qing Liu Xin.

"Don't tell the third brother about this matter first, so as to avoid any other trouble."

The uncle and nephew of the He family flushed red, apparently still affected by the joy of obtaining the spiritual object. After hearing what Kang Dabao said, they reacted and responded repeatedly.

"Also, which family was the one that took the Yuanhe spiritual object?"

"It's the Bian family," He Degong squeezed out these few words from between his teeth. Kang Dabao's heart sank, and then he said, "I'll make a note of it, I'll make sure they return it in the future."

He murmured to himself again, "I just don't know when I can make the trip. I shouldn't go and provoke a fake alchemy company in Chunqiu Dingsheng just for tens of thousands of spirit stones."

(End of this chapter)