From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 41 Aiming for First Place
Xuanxin Hall is the first council hall built by Qingxiao Sect. It can accommodate hundreds of people and is located below the new courtyard. In the future, Qingxiao Sect will continue to build more buildings below it.

The council hall, which took several months to build, is not grand and is even somewhat simple, because only two craftsmen were hired during the construction process, and most of the labor was done by the disciples.

Li Qingqiu's only requirement for it was that it not collapse and could provide shelter from wind and rain.

After the Spring Festival, Zhang Yuchun went down the mountain again and recruited a group of disciples. Now, including Li Qingqiu, there are a total of ninety-three people in the sect.

Today, Li Qingqiu summoned all his disciples to the hall for the first time.

The main hall was not furnished much. Li Qingqiu, Zhang Yuchun, Jiang Zhaoxia, Wu Man'er, Li Dongyue, Li Sifeng, and Li Sijin stood side by side on the steps, with Li Qingqiu in the middle.

Yang Jueding, Cheng Canghai, Xu Ning, and Qin Ye stood in front of all the disciples, while the other disciples lined up in six rows. They looked at the sect leaders in front of them, and they were all very excited.

It was the first time the disciples had experienced such a solemn meeting, so they couldn't help but feel a sense of novelty. At the same time, they also sensed that Qingxiao Sect was becoming more orderly, and even the youngest disciples could perceive the changes in Qingxiao Sect.

Standing on the steps, Li Qingqiu looked down at the disciples in the hall, able to take in the face of each one. It was the first time he had looked at all the disciples like this, and he had a feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He thought it must be a sense of responsibility.

He used to use Qingxiao Sect as a way to become stronger. Although he treated his disciples kindly, upon reflection, he never really asked them what they wanted.

"Everyone, this is the first all-sect assembly of Qingxiao Sect. This will surely be recorded in the annals of Qingxiao Sect, because our Qingxiao Sect will be passed down for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, or even longer. Perhaps you will also become legendary ancestors that future generations of disciples will aspire to."

Li Qingqiu spoke, his voice not loud, but clear enough for all the disciples to hear him.

The disciples were all young, and instead of feeling embarrassed by Li Qingqiu's arrogant words, they were filled with enthusiasm.

Qingxiao Sect is indeed still developing, but Jiang Zhaoxia is already the second most powerful martial artist in the world. The sect also has renowned masters such as the Dragon-Subduing Hero and the King of Thieves. Xu Ning, Li Sifeng, Wu Man'er and others are also highly skilled in martial arts, but they have not yet made a name for themselves.

No matter how you look at it, Qingxiao Sect has a bright future.

Yang Jueding curled his lip slightly, thinking to himself, "A thousand years, ten thousand years, how arrogant."

Li Qingqiu continued, "I named this hall Xuanxin in the hope that we can maintain our original intentions. Xuanmen is the Daoist sect, and Xuanxin is the Daoist heart. I will instruct Mr. Zhang Yu to write down the rules of Qingxiao Sect and the Daoist sect. You all need to remember them carefully in the future."

Zhang Yu was the only one who did not enter the hall, because he had not yet joined the Qingxiao Sect. At this moment, he paced outside, feeling very uncomfortable.

Upon hearing this, the disciples naturally responded in unison.

Subsequently, Li Qingqiu asked Zhang Yuchun to report on the current industries and finances of Qingxiao Sect.

"After more than two years of accumulation, Qingxiao Sect now has a thousand acres of fertile land, two horse farms with one hundred and two horses, two fish ponds with over a thousand fish fry..."

Zhang Yuchun explained in detail, and the disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. Because they were usually responsible for different places and had to busy themselves with martial arts practice after their work, they did not know the exact size of Qingxiao Sect's business.

You don’t know if you don’t hear it, but you will be shocked when you hear it.

After the initial shock, they were all excited. Apart from the Qin family members, the other disciples were all from poor families. For them, having enough to eat was a luxury. Now they could eat meat every day. How happy they were!

Yang Jueding's feelings were the most complicated, because when he first came up the mountain, Qingxiao Sect was in such a sorry state that he found it unbelievable when he looked back on it now.

He couldn't help but look at Li Qingqiu. Although Zhang Yuchun arranged many things, it was Li Qingqiu who made the decisions.

He would never forget that rainy night when Li Qingqiu chased after the disciples of the Seven Mountains Alliance.

After that night, he knew that Qingxiao Sect's greatest strength was Li Qingqiu, and Jiang Zhaoxia was just a sword in the open.

After Zhang Yuchun finished speaking, Li Qingqiu announced the tasks that Qingxiao Sect must complete in the next year.

First, there was the development of the sect, with construction goals set in all aspects.

Then there's individual martial arts skills.

"Before the end of the year, I will have Elder Yang examine your martial arts skills one by one. Those who have made progress in their martial arts skills after fulfilling their duties can inherit the true teachings of our sect, the Hunyuan Scripture."

Li Qingqiu's final words inspired his disciples.

Everyone knows that the Hunyuan Scripture is the strongest martial art of the Qingxiao Sect, capable of making rapid progress in martial arts. To become a young genius, one must first inherit the Hunyuan Scripture.

The disciples all raised their hands in greeting and thanked Li Qingqiu.

Without further ado, Li Qingqiu waved his sleeve and announced the disbandment.

After the disciples left the Xuanxin Hall, Li Qingqiu turned to Yang Jueding and said, "Elder Yang, from now on, Qingxiao Sect is on the right track. From now on, you must be more disciplined in your speech and actions. You will have a heavy responsibility ahead of you. Thank you for your hard work."

Yang Jueding understood his implied meaning, immediately raised his hand in salute, and said with a smile, "Sect Master, please rest assured, I will do my best."

Li Qingqiu nodded, and Yang Jueding tactfully left, leaving the Xuanxin Hall to Li Qingqiu and his junior brothers and sisters.

Li Qingqiu began assigning tasks to his junior brothers and sisters one by one, even Wu Man'er.

Although Wu Man'er was not mature enough, he was already able to take care of himself and communicate with others, so he was put in charge of patrolling the mountain. He practiced martial arts in different places every day and killed wild beasts in the mountains.

……

After the meeting in Xuanxin Hall, the entire Qingxiao Sect became busy. Those naturally lazy disciples saw that everyone else was very active, and they felt embarrassed to slack off.

Moreover, who doesn't aspire to become a martial arts master?

Spring and summer have passed quickly. The mountain roads have been paved and stretch for hundreds of miles. What remains is the work of repairing them to prevent them from collapsing.

On this day, after noon, in the mountains and forests.

Qin Ye, dressed in a blue robe, wielded an iron rod with agile movements and powerful strokes. This iron rod was forged for him by Zhang Yuchun during his last descent from the mountain. It weighed thirty jin (approximately 15 kg) and was about nine feet long, longer than Qin Ye himself. It stirred up gusts of wind as he swung it.

He had had the iron rod for half a month. At first, he found it very difficult to lift, but now it was easy, and his physique had become much stronger as a result.

He had practiced the Ten Thousand Army Demon Subduing Staff technique countless times, and even now, he still felt that he had not fully grasped its essence.

Just as Qin Ye was engrossed in using the Ten Thousand Army Demon-Subduing Staff, he heard footsteps approaching. He glanced over and saw someone walking towards him, so he put away the staff and focused his energy in his dantian.

The newcomer was none other than Xue Jin, the leader of the Thirteen Swordsmen.

After becoming Jiang Zhaoxia's disciple, Xue Jin quickly displayed his talent, becoming the fastest-improving among the thirteen disciples. This news spread, and more disciples were convinced of the sect leader's judgment.

Qin Ye was deeply impressed by this disciple who was favored by his master. He once happened to pass by the place where the Thirteen Swordsmen practiced their swordsmanship. Xue Jin's swordsmanship was fierce, and his strength was obviously not on the same level as the others.

"Senior Brother Qin, your staff technique is becoming more and more powerful, making people tremble with fear."

Xue Jin walked over and exclaimed in admiration, but the sword in his hand made Qin Ye feel that he was not just passing by.

Qin Ye laughed and said, "It's just hard training. Junior Brother Xue's talent is much greater than mine."

Xue Jin stopped and stood ten paces away from Qin Ye. He asked with a smile, "Senior Brother Qin, I have recently gained some insights into swordsmanship and would like to find someone to spar with. After much thought, I can only ask you. I wonder if you can grant my wish?"

really!

Qin Ye narrowed his eyes and asked, "Of course, but how far do we want to spar?"

“As fellow disciples, we must not go too far. Whoever loses their weapon will be considered the loser, how about that?” Xue Jin asked with a burning gaze.

Among the second-generation disciples, Xu Ning is recognized as the number one, followed by Qin Ye. There is currently no third. Xue Jin has great ambitions and aims to be number one.

Qin Ye raised his iron rod, pointed it at Xue Jin, displaying the spirit of a sect leader's disciple, and simply said, "Good!"

Xue Jin's eyes narrowed, he bent down to draw his sword, and pressed forward against Qin Ye. His steps were extremely fast, and he quickly rushed out from under the iron rod.

Qin Ye instinctively swung his stick, but the iron rod only grazed over Xue Jin's head.

With a flash of sword light, Xue Jin slashed at Qin Ye's chest with his sword. The attack was swift and fierce. In the blink of an eye, Qin Ye stepped back and at the same time held his staff in one hand as if he were holding a dragon. With a flick of his wrist, his energy burst forth.

Xue Jin's movements were exquisite, and he dodged the staff. But just as he was about to close in again, he felt a tremendous force on his cheek, and he was sent flying to the side.

……

Under the bright sunshine, in a good mood, Jiang Zhaoxia strolled down the mountain. He had new ideas about sword control today and decided to try it out after teaching his disciples.

He arrived at the cliff where the Thirteen Swordsmen usually practiced their swordsmanship and saw their disciples gathered together.

"Master is here!"

A female disciple called out softly, and the other disciples quickly dispersed and lined up in a row, afraid of being too slow, which shows how high Jiang Zhaoxia's prestige was.

Jiang Zhaoxia approached them, glanced around, and suddenly frowned. He looked at Xue Jin, whose face was turned to the side, and asked, "What happened to the injury on your face? Why is it so swollen?"

Xue Jin's face was swollen and red, which was very noticeable. He was extremely embarrassed when his master asked him questions, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"I got injured while sparring with someone..."

Xue Jin stammered, and upon hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxia's face turned icy.

"Who are you sparring with, Xu Ning?" Jiang Zhaoxia pressed.

"Senior Brother Qin Ye..."

Upon hearing this name, Jiang Zhaoxia fell silent.

His good mood vanished instantly. He could understand Xue Jin losing to Xu Ning, but how could he lose to Qin Ye?

Although Qin Ye was taught by a top master, he was mediocre. Li Qingqiu had never bothered to teach him before. How could such a person defeat his favorite disciple?

Jiang Zhaoxia's gaze turned unfriendly towards Xue Jin, making Xue Jin dare not meet her eyes.

On the other side, Qin Ye arrived at the sect, found Li Qingqiu, placed the iron rod on the ground, and then knelt down before Li Qingqiu.

At this moment, Li Qingqiu was disciplining Li Sifeng, who was fifteen years old and standing as punishment. When he saw Qin Ye kneeling down, he couldn't help but cast a curious glance at him.

"Please punish me, Master!"

Qin Ye said in a deep voice, pressing his forehead to the ground.

Li Qingqiu asked, puzzled, "Why were you punished?"

"I accidentally injured Junior Brother Xue Jin."

"What happened? Explain it to me in detail."

Li Qingqiu frowned. Xue Jin was not only Jiang Zhaoxia's prized disciple, but also the future immortal cultivation disciple he looked forward to.

Li Sifeng looked at Qin Ye with surprise. He seemed to have thought of something, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)