From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 13 Guardian Beasts
In the courtyard, all the disciples gathered together, and even Yang Jueding stood at the back of the crowd, tiptoeing to look inside.

Li Qingqiu squatted in the middle of the crowd. In front of him on the ground was a bird's nest with three eaglets and two eggs inside.

The three eaglets have dark gray feathers, and the shape of their beaks reveals their eagle-like posture. They are still very young and cannot fly at all. They chirp and chatter in the nest, bumping into each other, with their eggshells lying nearby.

Zhang Yuchun is telling you where he found the eagle's nest.

It turned out that when Zhang Yuchun went down the mountain earlier, he had specially bought several books on medicinal herbs, hoping to learn some medical skills. He went up the mountain to look for medicinal herbs according to the books, and happened to see an eagle's nest on a mountain peak.

He described the process as extremely dangerous, causing his disciples to gasp in alarm from time to time.

Looking at these eagles, Li Qingqiu thought of the guardian beasts in the Daoist panel, wondering if he could guide these eagles onto the path of cultivation.

"Master, have you seen their parents?"

Huang Shan, Zhang Yuchun's eldest disciple, asked the question. He was the oldest of the seven new disciples, thirteen years old, and had already become a leader in the small circle. Although he had not yet cultivated Yuan Qi, his talent for martial arts was still quite good, and his skills were the strongest among the seven.

Zhang Yuchun shook his head and said, "No, if we were to meet, it wouldn't be so easy."

Li Qingqiu stood up and laughed, "Well done. Raise them, especially those two eggs. Try your best to hatch them. In the future, make them the guardian beasts of Qingxiao Sect. When people in the martial world see an eagle, they will know that Qingxiao Sect is coming and will avoid them. Wouldn't that be impressive?"

Upon hearing this, the disciples' eyes lit up, and even Jiang Zhaoxia's gaze towards the nest of fledglings became fervent.

Yang Jueding couldn't help but retort, "Eagles aren't dogs; they're not so easy to subdue. Once they grow up, they'll definitely fly away."

"So we need to think of more ways, it would be best if it could be successful," Li Qingqiu said nonchalantly.

Aside from cultivation, there's not much else to do on this mountain; keeping pets would be nice.

The disciples began to discuss the matter, following Li Qingqiu's lead.

Li Qingqiu listened and helped them broaden their thinking.

The Qingxiao Sect is too monotonous; it needs its disciples to be creative, just like Zhang Yuchun took the initiative to learn medicine and even brought it back to the Eagle's Nest.

As they chatted, Li Qingqiu suddenly felt that he needed to establish a formal framework for the Qingxiao Sect.

For example, every month, he holds a serious meeting with his six junior classmates to plan the development for the coming month. They can't be too lazy, and this also helps to cultivate their mindset for leadership.

The disciples should also be divided into different schools of martial arts so that the martial arts of Qingxiao Sect can flourish in the future.

As for the disciples who cultivate immortality, they can be regarded as the elite of Qingxiao Sect, since the rewards for becoming cultivators have already been received.

The most important thing next is to lay a solid foundation for the Qingxiao Sect.

Domestic affairs must be governed by sound rules, and finances must be planned!

Resources must be developed in the long term!
We need to start clearing the land!

The more Li Qingqiu thought about it, the more he realized that time was running out and he had been too lax in his approach.

That evening, Li Qingqiu called his six junior brothers and sisters to his room for a meeting. Although Wu Man'er was foolish and Li Sifeng and Li Sijin were young, Li Qingqiu still invited them.

The seven people became more and more excited as they talked, and even Jiang Zhaoxia offered many constructive ideas.

After the meeting was dismissed, they returned to their respective rooms and began to hold small meetings with other disciples. That night, the Qingxiao Sect was in a state of turmoil until very late. When they got up for morning practice the next morning, many of them had dark circles under their eyes.

Standing atop the mountain, Yang Jueding stretched his body and looked down at the energetic Qingxiao Sect disciples in the courtyard below, feeling quite moved.

He suddenly felt that ten years later, Qingxiao Sect would be famous throughout the world, the sect would grow stronger, and earth-shattering changes would occur.

Perhaps he needs to work even harder.

After thinking it through, Yang Jueding decided to seriously cultivate the seven disciples from the mountain village. These seven people will surely become the backbone of Qingxiao Sect in the future. As for Xu Ning, he couldn't teach her even if he wanted to, because that girl only listens to Li Qingqiu now.

In the days that followed, the disciples began to expand their activities. Practicing martial arts in the three courtyards was no longer enough for them, so they began to go to the woods at the foot of the mountain to practice. Yang Jueding also began to teach them one by one.

Li Qingqiu was satisfied with Yang Jueding's attitude and began to change her opinion of him.

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Three months passed in the blink of an eye. The weather was hot, and the usually mischievous Li Sifeng was resting under a tree, unable to calm down.

This is halfway up the mountain, about two hundred feet away from the sect at the summit. He is practicing alone, as instructed by his senior brother. When practicing the Gale Technique, he must not let Yang Jueding and the others see him.

Li Sifeng had been practicing the Gale Technique for half a month, but he still couldn't grasp the essentials, and he was almost ready to give up.

"It's still more enjoyable not to cultivate."

Young Li Sifeng, with his hands behind his head, sighed sincerely, crossing his legs and shaking his little feet.

He feels that his current life is quite good, carefree, and he has many things he wants to do every day.

Today, he wanted to raid the rat's nest. The big rat he had encountered before had escaped, and he still remembered it.

Voices came from afar, and Li Sifeng sat up and looked closely. He saw two figures walking from a distance, an old man and a young man, looking travel-worn, and they were picking at the weeds along the way.

"Hey? There's a child over there!"

The young man in plain clothes walking in front pointed at Li Sifeng and exclaimed. The old man behind him was tall and carried a bag. Even though he had white hair, he still gave people a sense of robustness.

The white-haired old man looked up and immediately spotted Li Sifeng, causing him to frown.

This place is so far from the village at the foot of the mountain that it's impossible for a child to cross it. He seemed to realize something and asked, "Child, are you a disciple of the Qingxiao Sect?"

Li Sifeng did not run away. He sat on the ground and replied, "That's right, who are you?"

Upon hearing that he was a disciple of the Qingxiao Sect, the young man in plain clothes immediately quickened his pace and ran over.

"Young master, slow down!"

The white-haired old man followed behind, calling out helplessly.

The boy in plain clothes approached Li Sifeng and said excitedly, "My name is Jiang Nian, and I'm thirteen years old. What's your name, and how old are you?"

Li Sifeng stood up and replied, "My name is Li Sifeng, and I am thirteen years old this year."

He compared himself to Jiang Nian and found that he was a little shorter than her, which made him feel a bit depressed.

At this moment, the white-haired old man walked over and asked, "Young brother, is your master Lin Xunfeng here?"

Li Sifeng looked at him and said, "My master left a long time ago. Didn't he announce his retirement from the martial arts world at that Free and Unfettered Martial Arts Tournament? Haven't you heard about it?"

Since Lin Xunfeng announced his retirement from the martial arts world, Li Qingqiu no longer allowed his disciples to conceal this fact.

The white-haired old man was not disappointed upon hearing this; instead, he smiled and asked, "Is Jiang Zhaoxia still in the sect?"

"Do you know my third senior brother?" Li Sifeng asked warily.

They all share the surname Jiang!
Something is wrong!
Although Li Sifeng was afraid of Jiang Zhaoxia, the bond between the two brothers was still very strong. They were both orphans, but neither of them knew about the other's background.

Does Third Senior Brother have a home down the mountain?
What will happen to Qingxiao Sect if Third Senior Brother leaves?
Although Li Sifeng is young and usually carefree, he is actually very thoughtful. At this moment, he thought of many bad consequences.

The Qingxiao Sect cannot function without Jiang Zhaoxia right now!
“He is my brother. We came here specifically to find him and take him home.”

Jiang Nian smiled and said that he was very handsome, with fair skin and a sunny smile that made him very likable.

But his smile was so annoying to Li Sifeng.

"Third senior brother went down the mountain with my master before, so you all made a wasted trip."

Li Sifeng reached out his hand, feigning helplessness and sympathy on his face.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man frowned and said, "Then could you let us stay for the night? It's too late to go down the mountain now."

Li Sifeng shook his head and said, "There are other guests in the sect, so there is no place for you to stay."

"Let's go take a look," the white-haired old man said, unwilling to give up.

Li Sifeng was still too young, which allowed the white-haired old man to see through his deception.

After saying that, the white-haired old man pulled Jiang Nian up the mountain.

Li Sifeng panicked and quickly blocked their way, saying, "You are not allowed to go up the mountain!"

The white-haired old man looked displeased, but still patiently asked, "Young brother, why are you stopping us from finding Young Master Jiang?"

Li Sifeng glared and said, "You abandoned my third senior brother, and now you want to take him back. What right do you have to control my third senior brother like this?"

The white-haired old man said helplessly, "There are many reasons for what happened back then. You are still young and it's hard to explain to you. Now your third senior brother is coming back with us and he can enjoy a good life. It's better than staying on this mountain. If you can't bear to part with your third senior brother, you can come with us too."

Jiang Nian was very interested in Li Sifeng. Upon hearing this, he added, "Yes, why don't you come with us? My father became a high-ranking official, and his life is very good now."

Li Sifeng was not persuaded; instead, he became even more fearful, feeling that Jiang Zhaoxia was leaving him.

"No! Absolutely not! You can't get up the mountain!"

Li Sifeng clenched his two small fists and said angrily. As he spoke, he pulled out a dagger from his waist, the blade flashing.

Upon seeing Li Sifeng brandish his weapon, the white-haired old man laughed instead. He stroked his beard and said, "Young man, do you know who I am? If you dare to draw your weapon against me in the martial world, not even a god can save you."

"Shut up, you son of a bitch!"

Li Sifeng retorted, sticking out his neck. He had learned this phrase from his senior brother.

The white-haired old man couldn't understand, but he could clearly tell that the young man was cursing him.

The white-haired old man's face turned cold, and he snorted, "Since that's the case, then I'll teach you how to speak to your elders on behalf of Lin Xunfeng!"

He reached out and grabbed Li Sifeng.

Sudden.

Li Sifeng was moved.

His left hand rose with lightning speed, grabbed the white-haired old man's right wrist, and pulled hard. Caught off guard, the white-haired old man lost his balance and fell towards him.

Li Sifeng had a backup plan. While pulling the white-haired old man, he gripped a dagger in his right hand and stabbed it towards the old man's chest.

The white-haired old man's pupils dilated, his eyes filled with disbelief.

(End of this chapter)