I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

The joint opinion of the eight ancient sects was placed on the table of the Return to the Boundary Affairs Coordination Committee early the next morning.

The content was written very politely.

There wasn't a single word saying "prohibited".

Even the first half of the article affirms the value of modern basic sense of energy guidance.

The real knife is hidden in the last three lines.

[The ability to sense Qi can be widely adopted.]

[Mastering the art of meridian cultivation requires a teacher.]

Those involved in meridian circulation, the construction of the microcosmic orbit, and subsequent practice should be included in the unified management of sects, academies, or accredited practice institutions with complete lineages.

After reading it, Lin Ye put the document back on the table.

"Translate this."

Ji Nanxing sat opposite him, her eyes still showing faint blue from not having slept enough.

"The door can be opened."

"But they want to charge for the path behind the door."

Xie Hongyi leaned against the window and glanced at her after listening.

"That's not entirely true."

"The sect certainly has its reasons."

Ji Nanxing looked up.

"You're on their side?"

I stand by the facts.

Xie Hongyi's tone was very calm, "If you practice Qi incorrectly, you'll mostly just feel dizzy and have chest tightness. Once you truly open your meridians, even a slight misalignment of the Qi can damage your meridians. In the past, when outer disciples first tried to open their meridians, there was at least an attendant watching over them."

"That's why we've increased monitoring."

"Can this machine save lives?"

"We will call the police."

"After calling the police?"

"Doctors, spiritual advisors, emergency responders."

Xie Hongyi paused for a moment.

Ji Nanxing added the last sentence.

"In the past, one steward looked after more than a dozen disciples."

"Now a single system can monitor thousands of people simultaneously."

Xie Hongyi did not refute further.

This is also the thing that Gu Zong is least willing to face recently.

A master certainly understands people better than a machine.

The problem is, there are too few mentors.

Modern systems have never addressed the question of "who teaches best".

It's something else entirely.

How can we ensure that a million people can safely take their first step?

The meeting will begin at nine o'clock.

Six of the eight sects came.

Yan Shouzhen of Taixuan Dao Palace sat at the very front.

Xuan Yue Sect and Qing Ya Sect have also arrived.

Qingyamen did not sign the joint opinion, but applied to be a bystander.

Director Zhou got straight to the point.

"The first batch of one thousand people participating in the meridian opening experiment has concluded."

"Four hundred and eighty-six people have completed the first meridian's stable circulation."

"Severely injured zero."

"Zero irreversible meridian damage."

"Three people who needed to be hospitalized for observation have all been discharged."

Yan Shouzhen did not question the data.

He only asked one question.

"And then?"

Ji Nanxing put the next phase plan on the screen.

"After stabilizing the first meridian, a consolidation period of at least thirty days will be required."

"Do not attempt to open the second meridian for now."

"Adjust circulation based on body constitution type."

"We are developing the first version of the individual spiritual practice model."

Yan Shouzhen frowned.

"So you must continue."

"certainly."

"Researcher Lin."

"discipline."

"...Researcher Ji."

Yan Shouzhen has clearly made efforts to adapt to modern titles.

"Can you guarantee that all 486 people are safe?"

"What about a year from now?"

"What about three years from now?"

The hidden dangers caused by misdirecting one's meridians may not manifest on the same day.

This remark quieted the meeting room down a bit.

This is indeed a problem.

The biggest advantage of modern cultivation systems is their scale.

The biggest weakness is time.

Many of the basic techniques of ancient sects have been proven over hundreds or thousands of years not to kill most people.

How long has the modern approach been around?

Ji Nanxing didn't deny it.

"It cannot be guaranteed."

Yan Shouzhen's eyes flickered slightly.

"It cannot be guaranteed—"

"Therefore, we need to continue to observe."

She turned to another page of data.

"Your sect has a thousand years of experience."

"very good."

"Give us the historical mortality rate, the proportion of meridian damage, and the failure rate for different body types."

"Let's calculate it together."

Yan Shouzhen remained silent.

Because the ancient sects simply do not have such complete data.

The disciples had previously ruined their training.

The record contains at most one sentence:

Those who do not meet the qualifications will be expelled from the outer sect.

Further details?

No one has kept track of it.

Chu Wenshan of Qingya Gate suddenly laughed.

Elder Yan.

"They're not wrong to ask."

"How many disciples did your Tai Xuan sect cripple in a single year back then?"

Yan Shouzhen looked at him coldly.

"Doesn't the Qingya Sect have one?"

"have."

Chu Wenshan was very frank.

"So I'm even more curious about how it became useless."

This one sentence completely changed the direction of the meeting.

The modern system was originally questioned by the ancient sect.

It quickly turned into:

How much of the so-called "millennial experience" of ancient sects is actually just habit?

Ji Nanxing did not press his advantage.

Instead, she submitted Zhou Qi's information.

C-level spiritual response.

No special bloodline.

No ancient cultivation family background.

The first meridian opens in seven days.

Nineteen route corrections were made.

Yan Shouzhen looked at it for a long time.

"With this kind of talent, one could only be assigned to the menial servants' quarters in Tai Xuan."

"He's not strong now either."

Lin Ye spoke for the first time.

"I'm still out of breath after running five kilometers."

"There's also little spiritual energy."

"If he were to fight one of your outer disciples, he'd most likely get beaten up."

The expressions of the representatives of the ancient sects softened slightly.

The next sentence, however, made them frown again.

"But he has a way."

Lin Ye looked up at those people.

"People you don't want."

"We can teach."

It's okay if you teach slowly.

We'll see how far we go later.

"At least don't tell him from the beginning that you're not good enough."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Xie Hongyi stood at the very back, and her gaze towards Lin Ye changed slightly.

She knew that these words weren't just for Yan Shouzhen's ears.

Lin Ye has seen too many ordinary cultivators in the past few days.

They don't want to be number one in the world.

He hadn't even considered Foundation Establishment, Sword Control, or Immortality.

I just know that there's another path in this world.

Then I wanted to see if I could walk.

noon.

The meeting failed to reach a consensus.

The Eight Schools still insist that stricter admission criteria are required after the meridians are opened.

The modern system has not stopped either.

There is only one final decision:

The second batch of tests proceeded as scheduled.

The scale ranges from one thousand.

Expand to 10,000.

The news has not yet been officially released.

A visiting card arrived first.

There were no complicated official documents.

There are only two sentences.

[Taiheng Sword Palace, Pei Zhaochuan.]

[I wish to travel to the capital to see for myself these so-called modern monks.]

When Xie Hongyi saw the name, she frowned for the first time.

Lin Ye noticed it.

"know?"

"I've heard of it."

"Very strong?"

Xie Hongyi looked at him for a few seconds.

"If he were still the same Pei Zhaochuan he was before he closed the mountain."

"You now."

"We can't beat them."

Lin Ye closed the visiting card.

There was no objection.

Instead, he smiled.

"Finally, someone you thought I couldn't beat has arrived."

Xie Hongyi said coldly:

You'd better not laugh.

"He really can beat you to a pulp."

Lin Ye stuffed the documents into his coat.

"Let's take a look first."

"Who is lying down?"