Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

"Zixia, think carefully. In the Holy Land, can you find anything that is connected to the ancient emperors, even if it's just a rumor or something you've heard people mention?" Xu Jinhuan's voice rang out from the bottom of her heart.

Zixia Fairy frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then shook her head.

"Our Purple Mansion Holy Land was founded by a Great Sage. What could we possibly have with anything related to the Emperor?"

"When our patriarch was traveling the world, he accidentally obtained a fragment of a scripture. He studied it for a hundred years and created the Purple Mansion Heavenly Scripture. This is how the Purple Mansion Holy Land came to be. Apart from that, there is no other remarkable inheritance in the Holy Land."

"Great Sage..." Xu Jinhuan murmured to himself.

These past few days, he has been pondering one thing: condensing a second Dao Fruit.

According to his plan, as long as he finds a suitable host to take root in the Heavenly Dao Tree, he will be able to condense a second Dao Fruit.

Once the second Dao Fruit is formed, he will be able to reunite his physical body and break free from the form of this tree.

It's better to be a person than a tree.

But the question is, how do we establish ourselves?

The true form of the Tree of All Heavens, which is itself, is now in Fairy Zixia's Sea of ​​Bitterness, fused with her Dao Foundation. It is impossible to uproot it and plant it on someone else.

That's too brutal!

Of course, if Fairy Zixia knew, she would be very happy.

Fairy Zixia: Dead tree, pull it out right now!

Perhaps, like dandelions, we can disperse and sow some seeds?

Alternatively, one could use Fairy Zixia as the mother figure, extending the roots outwards, and through some connection of cause and effect or Daoist principles, sprouting in the sea of ​​suffering of others.

Xu Jinhuan made wild guesses and couldn't make up his mind.

He decided to try it at the conference.

When the time comes, the geniuses of all the holy lands will gather together. There will always be a few suitable targets. He needs to observe carefully to see whose Dao foundation is most suitable to bear the seed of the Heavenly Dao Tree.

As for how to try...

At the crucial moment, just tighten the reins and let Fairy Zixia take the "initiative" a bit.

Anyway, it's common for disciples from different peaks to exchange ideas and skills at the Dao Discussion Conference, so taking the opportunity to do something isn't too outrageous.

Inside the cave, Fairy Zixia suddenly sneezed.

She rubbed her nose, feeling that something bad was about to happen.

……

A few days later, the second part of the discourse ceremony began as scheduled.

During this time, as the first Dao Fruit took shape, he was surprised to find that many of Fairy Zixia's memories came flooding back like a tide. The customs, cultivation methods, and secrets of the sacred sites of the world of Shrouding the Heavens were all as clear as if he had seen them with his own eyes.

The Zifu Dao Discussion Conference has always been divided into three parts.

The first two rounds are "literary attacks," which mainly involve verbal exchanges and debates on reasoning.

The third stage is when the real fighting begins, and that's when the various holy lands come to witness the ceremony.

The venue remains unchanged, and the platform for exchanging ideas is still there.

"Seven days ago, all the disciples displayed their talents and insightful views. The future of our Purple Mansion Holy Land can be described as a burst of vitality and burgeoning life," said the presiding elder.

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the disciples below the stage, and continued, "Next, we will move on to the second segment. I invite all disciples to speak freely about any difficulties in cultivation, any obstacles in your techniques, or any matters concerning your respective cultivation peaks. The elders present will all listen and respond."

"You can also take a broader view and describe how you envision the future development of the Holy Land. Feel free to express any helpful thoughts you have."

In the second segment, the disciples in the audience were noticeably more active.

Many people got up and walked to the front of the stage, making the atmosphere even more enthusiastic than before.

A young male disciple with a resolute face and outstanding talent took the lead in offering the salute.

"Recently, I have been refining my Liver Wood Palace, and the vitality within my spirit is surging. However, I always feel a dull pain at the beginning of Yin hour (3-5 AM). When I circulate Qi to the Qingling and Qimen acupoints, I also experience stagnation. Elder, is this a sign of excessive Wood Qi, which is damaging the collaterals?"

An elder in gray robes, who was in charge of transmitting the power, pondered for a moment and said, "The liver belongs to wood, and the hour of Yin (3-5 AM) is precisely the time when it is in charge. According to what you said, it is not that the wood energy is excessive, but rather that the rising power of the lesser yang is insufficient, causing the stagnation of qi."

"You can try sitting quietly at midnight, using the Zifu Tianjing to draw in the Qi of Gui water from the north to nourish it, using water to nourish wood, and then observe the changes."

Another disciple mentioned the lack of communication between the peaks, and the elders on the stage either answered on the spot or recorded it.

……

The main character is often the last to appear.

At least, that's what Yang Mo thinks.

After the tribulation, he remained as handsome and elegant as ever, as if the rumors and gossip from the outside world had never affected him in the slightest.

It is unknown what method was used, but the potential backlash from activating the technique seemed to have been resolved, and his aura was as steady as a mountain, without the slightest sign of weakness.

As the number of disciples coming forward to inquire about the Dao gradually dwindled, he straightened his robes and calmly stepped onto the stage.

He stood still, and instead of raising questions like the other disciples, he calmly swept his gaze over the elders and fellow disciples present and began to speak.

"Disciple wishes to expound on the path of my own practice."

Then, Yang Xu spoke slowly and deliberately.

He said that we cultivators in the Purple Palace should diligently cultivate without ceasing, and only when our own cultivation is advanced can we set an example for our fellow disciples.

He said that mentoring younger generations is his duty, and the tradition of the school is passed down from generation to generation. Without the guidance of predecessors, how could he be where he is today?

He said that unity between the Holy Land and the surrounding area is essential for cohesion, and that within the Holy Land, regardless of cultivation level or entry order, everyone is one family.

He added that when representing the Holy Land on outings, having entered the Purple Mansion's gates, every word and action reflects the sect's reputation, and they must not tarnish the Purple Mansion's prestige. This is the bottom line and also their responsibility.

His words were sincere and comprehensive.

There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that it sounds like nice words and polite phrases.

"Good! Good! Very good!" Yang Yang, the peak master of Yundao Peak, looked at his great grandson and said "good" three times in a row.

Several elders nodded slightly to show they had heard, but their attitude was not particularly enthusiastic.

"Damn, this guy's showing off again." Xu Jinhuan rolled his eyes inwardly.

A few days ago, he had already gotten a general idea of ​​the content of this discussion from Fairy Zixia's memories, and had prepared a speech in his mind.

Zixia Fairy had a bad feeling; she knew the nature of this dead tree all too well.

She didn't want to be in the limelight anymore.

"I'm warning you, you dead tree, don't you dare mess around!"

Xu Jinhuan turned a deaf ear.

Yang Mo harbors a deep desire for the Tian Shu Peak lineage. On that day, Fairy Zixia stumbled upon his secret meeting with Liu Ruyan, and the other party will certainly not let it go.

If they could, they would have killed him long ago.

With the black gourd by her side, no one in the Purple Mansion Holy Land could harm Zixia in the slightest. Since she had no worries about the future, she might as well go all the way.

When dealing with enemies, sometimes it's not enough to just wipe them out; you also have to make them lose face and lose their composure.

When a person loses their reason, their downfall is not far off.