From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 202 Proving Sainthood Through Martial Arts
After a big argument with Ku Yi and Ku Er, Zhao Zhen kicked them out of the cave. He tried hard not to think about his mother and Tianxuan Mountain and focused his attention on his own cultivation.

The power of the Yandao Sect gave Zhao Zhen even greater fighting spirit.

The sixth level of the Nourishing Yuan Realm is far from enough for him; he wants to become a reliable powerhouse like Shen Yue, Xu Ning, and Jiang Zhaoxia.

He thought that as long as he didn't want the imperial power, he could let the matter go.

Little did they know how many things in the world don't go as planned.

……

After Shen Yue descended the mountain, Qingxiao Sect continued to develop according to plan, and the turmoil caused by Tianxuan Mountain could not shake the behemoth that was Qingxiao Sect.

Although many disciples were angry, for the higher-ups of the Eight Halls, this was a minor matter; they had more important things to do.

The busy activity in each hall indicates that Qingxiao Sect has shifted its focus away from worldly affairs and has greater goals to pursue.

More than half a month had passed since Shen Yue descended the mountain. On this day, Wu Xingyue of Tiangong Hall found Li Qingqiu.

She placed the gray cloth bag on the long table. Li Qingqiu's face lit up with joy as he reached out and picked it up. He asked curiously, "Did you succeed?"

A storage bag belonging to the Qingxiao Sect!
"Thanks to the spirit copper, it can better maintain the restriction. I turned the spirit copper into copper wires and strung them together inside the bag. However, my skills are not good enough, so the space inside is not very big." Wu Xingyue smiled. If you look closely, you can see that there are a few white hairs mixed in with her long hair.

Li Qingqiu probed the storage bag with his spiritual sense. The space inside was indeed not large, and it was incomparable to the storage bag he had obtained. It was about the storage space of a water tank.

He was not disappointed; even at this level, it would still make things very convenient for his disciples.

"Are these storage bags difficult to make?" Li Qingqiu asked.

Wu Xingyue replied, "It's not difficult. I have already taught the method to my disciples. Although they are not as fast as I am, they can complete it as long as there is enough spirit copper. Later, I will write this method into a book for more disciples to learn."

Li Qingqiu nodded and said with emotion, "Wu Xingyue, your contribution is too great just for this storage bag. I will reward you with 10,000 Dao Fate first. As for other rewards, I will consider them later."

For a talent like Wu Xingyue, no amount of reward is too much.

Wu Xingyue's momentum is now subtly surpassing Mingguang's.

Li Qingqiu was still having a headache thinking about who should take over the position of head of the Tiangong Hall in the future.

Of course, his reason for considering this matter was not to dismiss Zhu Yan. On the contrary, he wanted to promote Zhu Yan and other hall masters, but the specific system and power still needed to be thought out slowly.

Speaking of Zhu Yan alone, she did a very good job. Not only did she discover Ming Guang and Wu Xingyue, but she also did her best to support her subordinates. At least Li Qingqiu never heard any of the Tiangongtang disciples complain about being wronged.

Being tolerant of others is also a great advantage for those in power.

Wu Xingyue hesitated after hearing Li Qingqiu's praise.

Li Qingqiu admired her storage bag and said softly, "Say whatever you want to say. As long as it doesn't ask me to pluck the stars from the sky or carry mountains and seas, I will agree."

Wu Xingyue laughed at his words, and her pressure dissipated. She said, "It's like this, Sect Master, one of my cousins ​​is not talented enough and is currently only a nominal disciple. I received a favor from their family when I was young, and I want to repay them. Could you please elevate his status?"

Li Qingqiu looked up at her, and her gaze made her feel uneasy. She lowered her eyes and dared not meet his gaze.

"Then let him become an inner disciple, how about that?" Li Qingqiu asked.

Wu Xingyue was overjoyed and nodded quickly, then bowed to thank Li Qingqiu.

Li Qingqiu encouraged her a few more times, then told her to go and rest.

Wu Xingyue bowed and took her leave. Watching her retreating figure, Li Qingqiu couldn't help but shake his head.

Indeed, everyone is bound by emotions.

He was not averse to Wu Xingyue's request, but he realized that Qingxiao Sect would face not only the infiltration of aristocratic families, but also the emergence of new aristocratic families.

He stood up, hung the storage bag that Wu Xingyue had offered on his waist, and then walked towards the woods behind the mountain.

After stepping out of Lingxiao Courtyard, he saw Jinlang practicing his sword.

It was supposed to be practicing swordsmanship, but it was actually practicing a sword technique that Li Qingqiu had chosen for it from the Sutra Repository, which it became very obsessed with.

This mantis is really hardworking.

Previously, when it followed Bai Zhi in its cultivation, it basically relied on its own exploration. Now that it has Li Qingqiu by its side, it has shown great desire, which has made Li Qingqiu have high expectations for it.

In the future, the disciples who will compete with Jiang Zhaoxia, Xu Ning, and Shen Yue will not only be human disciples such as Zhao Zhen, Yun Cai, Ji Ya, and the three Xiao brothers, but also demons!
Li Qingqiu did not disturb Jinlang's cultivation; he went straight back to his cave to practice.

……

In the northern Liangzhou region, on the mountain plains.

Li Yang, Yang Dong, Bai Ning'er, Zhang Ping and other Qingxiao Sect disciples sat scattered around a precipice with no end in sight. The atmosphere among them was rather somber.

Just then, a disciple flew over on his sword. He landed quickly and exclaimed excitedly, "The Sword God Senior has arrived! He's going up the mountain to fight the Yan Dao Sect!"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples opened their eyes, and most of them showed excitement on their faces.

Zhang Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Even the Sword God had come; they should be able to get through this ordeal. Before, when he followed Li Yang and the others up Tianxuan Mountain, he always felt uneasy, even terrified, and he couldn't understand why he felt that way.

His intuition told him that the seemingly solemn and tranquil Tianxuan Mountain held a great secret.

Li Yang frowned, feeling suffocated.

Shen Yue's arrival indicates that the sect already knows about this matter, and his defeat must have already spread throughout Qingxiao Mountain, which makes him very depressed.

However, considering the power of the Yandao Sect, he had to admit defeat.

Bai Ning'er's eyes lit up, feeling that her mission had taken a turn for the better.

The disciples chatted on the spot, and inevitably the conversation turned to the Yandao Sect. The Yandao Sect's victory over the Immortal Sect through martial arts still amazes them.

Li Yang and Yang Dong were not people who couldn't stand losing. After leaving Tianxuan Mountain, they also praised the strength of Yandao Sect, which made the other disciples feel less restrained and able to speak freely.

The disciples were incredibly excited at the thought of the Sword God facing off against the Yandao Sect.

Until someone asked a question that extinguished everyone's excitement.

"What should we do if the Sword God also loses to the Yandao Sect?"

……

Sunlight streamed into a mountain forest, where a Daoist master dressed in white robes practiced his swordplay, surrounded by leaves and grass clippings that seemed to follow him like a dragon.

Tianxuan Mountain is vast and majestic, not an isolated peak. The higher you go, the more flowers, grasses and trees there are, unlike the desolate area at the foot of the mountain. This is why it is called Tianxuan. As the ancients said, the area halfway up the mountain is like a fairyland on earth.

An old man in a Taoist robe appeared on the hillside. He looked at the Yandao Sect members who were practicing their swordsmanship, his brows furrowed. He said, "Senior brother, the Qingxiao Sect people are here again. I told you long ago, if you don't kill them and cover up the news, trouble will keep coming."

Yan Daozong closed his eyes and said, "Will killing them necessarily cover up the news?"

"At least it won't be as troublesome as it is now, with Qingxiao Sect already keeping an eye on us."

"But I observed that the disciples of Qingxiao Sect have the demeanor of a prestigious sect. Apart from the person who sneaked in before, the other disciples of Qingxiao Sect are very polite and do not consider themselves the number one sect in the world. Perhaps you have a misunderstanding about Qingxiao Sect. Tianxuan Mountain and Qingxiao Sect can coexist peacefully."

Yan Daozong's tone was like a gentle breeze in the mountains, devoid of any emotion, and drifted lightly into the ears of the old man in the Daoist robe.

The old man in the Taoist robe was named Hua Daozang. He was the sword-wielding elder of Tianxuan Mountain. Since Yandao Sect inherited the position of sect leader, the power of Tianxuan Mountain had fallen into his hands.

Upon hearing that the Yandao Sect actually had a favorable impression of the Qingxiao Sect, Hua Daozang was immediately furious: "Misunderstanding? Haven't the sects been wiped out by the Qingxiao Sect enough? Moreover, Li Qingqiu's junior brother is still fighting for the world. If the Qingxiao Sect were to control the imperial power and the martial arts world, they would no longer be able to pretend!"

"Throughout history, anyone who reaches the pinnacle of power will have a change in mindset! Tianxuan Mountain is home to two sages of the world, how can it bow down to Qingxiao Sect?"

Yan Daozong remained unconvinced. After Hua Daozang finished speaking, he leisurely said, "Junior brother, you're just afraid that Qingxiao Sect will hinder your struggle for imperial power, right?"

Hua Daozang's anger subsided, and he quickly explained, "How could that be? I only tried to win over Zhao Zhen because I thought he could bring the immortal techniques of Qingxiao Sect to Tianxuan Mountain. I had no other intentions."

"But does such behavior deserve a holy name?"

“Tianxuan Mountain wasn’t a sacred place from the beginning. I’m willing to bear the infamy, as long as you, my senior brother, are here.”

Although Yan Daozong had a full head of white hair, he looked young and appeared to be a junior of Hua Daozang.

Despite Hua Daozang's obstinate attitude, Yan Daozong's sword-wielding speed remained unchanged, and his sword techniques remained agile.

"I need no Qingxiao Immortal Techniques; I will prove myself a saint through martial arts. Junior brother, believe me and give me time."

Upon hearing Yan Daozong's words, Hua Daozang's expression turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, "You think you can compare to Li Qingqiu just because you defeated a few Qingxiao Sect disciples?"

“I admit you are indeed very strong, surpassing your master and all the previous patriarchs. But the opponent we are facing is one that our predecessors have never encountered before. Shen Yue has arrived and is heading up the mountain. Think about how to deal with him first, and then plan for the future!”

"It's not that I don't want to give you time, it's that Qingxiao Sect won't give you time!"

Upon hearing Shen Yue's name, Yan Daozong opened his eyes. His swordplay slowed down, and he stopped walking and sheathed his sword, causing the leaves around him to fall.

"The God of Swordsmanship. If I could fight him in my lifetime, even if I died, I would have no regrets."

Yan Daozong sighed sincerely, his voice revealing a rare hint of excitement.

Upon hearing this, Hua Daozang was so angry that his eyes turned black, feeling that he had said so much for nothing.

Yan Daozong turned to look at him and said, "Junior brother, call all the disciples to watch my battle with the Sword God. This battle is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them. How much they can comprehend depends entirely on their own destiny."

"Humph!"

Hua Daozang snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Yan Daozong looked up at the sun in the sky. The sunlight shone on his face, and his eyes shone with golden light.

"Entering the path is by no means the end."

(End of this chapter)