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

Xu Jinhuan continued, "The Holy Land doesn't need to pay any real price; just let them feel a sense of participation."

"Excuse me, these are just simple tasks; will they place a heavy burden on the Holy Land?"

"I know what you're thinking: 'This is betraying the Purple Palace,' 'This is blasphemy against tradition.'"

"But please answer one question: how many years will it take us to accumulate enough source energy to rebuild the mountain-protecting array?"

"My plan only requires recruiting a thousand honorary disciples to rebuild the mountain-protecting formation and activate the talisman workshop..."

"The starting point for all actions must be the interests of the Purple Mansion," he said, word by word.

"This isn't selfishness, it's survival. What are the rules of the Eastern Wilderness cultivation world? Limited resources, endless competition. Either become powerful or perish!"

He cited data, saying, "In the past thousand years, the core disciples of the Purple Mansion have suffered a severe loss. Eight source mines were robbed in the Northern Region, and the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Eastern Wilderness have never won the Dao Debate. Meanwhile, the number of disciples of the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land has increased by 30% during the same period."

"They're winning, we're losing!"

"Why? Because their principle of action is very simple: the interests of the Primordial Holy Land come first."

"And what about us? We're arguing about whether it conforms to ancient customs, whether it's too radical, whether it's undignified!"

Xu Jinhuan concluded, "I want to ask you all, if things continue as they are now, what will the Purple Mansion look like a thousand years from now? Ten thousand years from now?"

He looked around the room, but no one answered.

"I know the answer," Xu Jinhuan said softly. "If things continue like this, a thousand years from now, the Purple Mansion will be reduced to a third-rate sect, and ten thousand years from now, it may only have a name left."

The disciples below the stage were stunned.

Is it that serious?

It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. As long as it has the sacred weapon of the sect as its foundation, it can't be too bad, right?

After Xu Jinhuan finished speaking, the expressions of the disciples below the stage went from shock to confusion, and from confusion to thoughtfulness...

To be honest, most people didn't quite understand, but they just felt that it made a lot of sense.

This is enough.

Compared to Yang Mo's grandiose and empty rhetoric, although it was inevitably exaggerated and some of the specific measures lacked proper consideration upon closer examination, it must be admitted that it was very persuasive.

"To restore the glory of the Purple Palace is our inescapable duty!"

"I will make the Purple Mansion great again!"

These two sentences are a paraphrase of the "Golden-haired Milk Dragon" and "Brother Xu's Choice" memes from my previous life on Earth.

Soldiers, assemble!

Yes, who doesn't want their sect to be powerful? Who doesn't want to walk out with their head held high and be respected?

Even the senior elders seemed to be deep in thought.

They certainly didn't agree with those absurd suggestions like "honorary disciples" or "buying a spot with a thousand catties of resources," but the issue of the talisman industry that Zixia mentioned really hit a nerve.

For many years, Yundaofeng has controlled this industry. To put it nicely, it is a well-ordered inheritance; to put it bluntly, it is stagnation.

The talismans of the Wan Chu Holy Land are getting better and better, and the share of the Purple Mansion is shrinking year by year. Everyone knows this, but no one is willing to openly admit it.

Now that Zixia has brought it up in public, the elders exchanged glances. Shouldn't they really make some moves in the talisman industry?

Yang Mo's face was ashen. He looked past the crowd and met Liu Ruyan's gaze as she watched the ceremony from the high platform.

This wave of hatred has reached its peak.

However, with the Immortal-Slaying Gourd in her possession, Fairy Zixia was invincible from the start. Whether it was Liu Ruyan or Yang Mo, if they dared to make a move, she wouldn't mind letting them see what "Extreme Emperor's Might" really meant.

On the stage, the Holy Lord coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

"That's all for today. Tomorrow, we will begin the third part of this conference: practical discussions."

"Gentlemen, please follow me to the central peak."

The Holy Lord was the first to rise, and with a flick of his sleeve, he took off into the air, followed closely by a group of elders, peak masters, and supreme elders.

Disciples from all peaks set off, and the vast crowd surged towards the core area of ​​the Purple Mansion Holy Land like a tidal wave.

Zixia Fairy blended into the crowd, regained control of her body, and finally recovered from her lying-down state.

"What you just said... about honorary disciples and buying spots with a thousand catties of Origin, were you serious?"

Xu Jinhuan casually replied, "Of course not."

"I knew it."

She took a deep breath, then another, and yet another, only to find that no matter how many breaths she took, she couldn't quell the urge to tear Xu Jinhuan to pieces.

"Don't panic, fairy," Xu Jinhuan said nonchalantly, "I didn't make that up about the talisman industry. Think about it, Yundao Peak has been in control for so many years, and it's only gotten worse. Shouldn't someone give them a warning?"

Sometimes, to win the hearts of the majority, one must first incur the grievances of the minority.

……

Soon, we arrived at the Central Peak.

The group passed through a void filled with purple mist, and suddenly the view opened up before them.

It was a solitary peak, surrounded by the five great peaks of the Purple Mansion, situated in the center of a vast purple lake.

The lake water is purple, like a huge piece of purple jade polished into a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds, with a light mist floating in it.

The central peak stands right in the middle of this purple lake. It is not tall, but it has an indescribable solemnity.

The mountain is covered with all sorts of strange medicinal herbs, some golden yellow, some jade green, and some shimmering with starlight-like luster.

Several of them stood out, their spiritual energy coiling like dragons, never dissipating. These were ancient medicinal plants, tens of thousands of years old, enough to drive any powerful being mad if left out.

But everyone's attention was drawn to the flower on the summit.

There is no one on the other shore.

It grows on a strange rock at the very center of the peak, with nine petals, each displaying a different color: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, white, and black.

But strangely, when you stare at it, the color of the petals keeps changing, and the shape shifts between blurry and clear.

According to ancient legends, this flower grows on the other side of the River of Oblivion. The flower has no fixed shape, and what the viewer sees is the image of their most cherished desire.

Some saw the sword, some saw the scriptures, and some saw the face of an old friend.

It is one of the top treasures in the Eastern Wilderness that helps people to comprehend the Dao. It is no less valuable than a few ancient tea leaves that aid in enlightenment. It blooms once every thousand years, and each petal contains the Daoist essence of a world.

And it is one of the final rewards of this Eastern Wilderness Dao Discussion Conference.

Thirty-six platforms were set up around the central peak, where elders and younger disciples from various factions had gathered.

Although not all the prodigies came—most of the most outstanding disciples from the ancient families with imperial weapons stayed in seclusion within their clans—those who were supposed to come were basically all present.

The carriages of almost all the major forces in the Eastern Wilderness, including the Jiang family, the Ji family, the Feng family, the Yao Guang Holy Land, the Wan Chu Holy Land, the Dayan Holy Land, the Dao Yi Holy Land, the Si Xiang Holy Land, the Jiu Xiao Holy Land, the Zi Wei Sect, and the Tian Yao Palace, landed on their respective platforms, led by elders at the Sendai level.

Fairy Zixia (Xu Jinhuan) landed on the platform belonging to Tian Shu Peak and calmly surveyed her surroundings.

Within the sea of ​​suffering, Xu Jinhuan was also listening.

"The most prominent figures this time should be Fairy Yao Xi, the newly appointed Holy Maiden of Yao Guang Holy Land, and Phoenix, the jewel of the Feng family."

The disciples around him were whispering among themselves, their voices filled with longing.