Chapter 5: Qingyun Dao Sect’s Late-night Conference

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Late at night.

In the dining hall of Qingyun Dao Sect.

Daoist Tai Hua was seated in the middle while the remaining seven disciples were seated in two rows on his left and right.

It was already midnight.

It was extremely quiet in the Qingyun Dao Sect.

There were no other sounds apart from that of bugs.

A candle was burning, illuminating the long table.

Daoist Tai Hua looked at his disciples solemnly and sternly before taking the lead to break the silence.

“I reckon Changyu has already told you about everything.”

“Now, the competition for disciples among the major sects within Qingzhou is at its stiffest, and there are even rumors that in a few years, the Qingzhou Dao Sect’s Dali Pavilion is going to purge some lower-tier sect. So within the next two years, we must make the Qingyun Dao Sect advance to a third-grade sect.”

“Your new junior brother is the key. In order to advance to a third-grade sect, we must have eight disciples in the sect. Now that we finally have a new member, you guys must be very cautious and you mustn’t let him find out the real situation of our sect. Otherwise, history might repeat itself. Not only did those ingrates turn their backs on us mercilessly, they even went round tainting our reputation.”

Daoist Tai Hua said seriously.

“We understand.”

Everyone answered softly with solemn expressions.

However, a voice soon sounded.

“Master, we will need at least a year to advance the Qingyun Dao Sect to a third-grade sect. Although the Eldest Senior Brother has already managed to convince our junior brother now, it’ll only be a matter of time before he finds out about our situation once he cultivates.”

One of the disciples interjected uncontrollably.

Daoist Tai Hua shook his head after hearing those words which he did not agree with.

“I’ve already thought of a plan.”

“You’re right. The truth always comes out but we can delay the exposure!”

“Changyu has bluffed your new junior brother, and I can tell that he’s full of reverence for immortal cultivation and definitely won’t leave the sect for the time being. As for cultivation, we can just delay it! We’ll keep delaying it! We’ll wait until the end to teach him immortal cultivation.”

“From tomorrow onwards, Changyu will teach him swordsmanship. Make it as ridiculous as possible. Firstly, it’s for deceiving him, and secondly, it’s to stall for time. If, one day, he gets bored of practicing swordsmanship, Luochen shall teach him to refine pills.”

“I’ve calculated. All seven of you will take turns to teach him. Each of you will teach for two months and one year will pass in a hurry. By then, it wouldn’t matter even if he finds out the real situation of our sect. Got it?”

Daoist Tai Hua’s wise and confident demeanor earned him a nod of approval from his disciples.

However, the second woman on the right couldn’t help but speak up.

She was a beautiful and sweet-looking girl who seemed to be younger than Ye Ping. She was one of the youngest disciples of the sect, but now, she was Ye Ping’s Senior Sister.

“Master, this solution sounds okay, but this little junior brother is not a fool either. He’d definitely ask some questions about cultivation sooner or later. If he asks me about it, how should I answer?”

She was Chen Lingrou, a young female disciple of the Qingyun Dao Sect.

“That’s simple.” Daoist Tai Hua gave her an answer almost without thinking at all, “Just teach him some basic cultivation methods, but exaggerate them further and tell him that cultivators who cultivate the Qingyun Qi refinement cultivation technique are far stronger than cultivators of the same level.”

“However, you must also remind him that the Qingyun Qi refinement cultivation technique focuses on nourishing the body and establishing a stable foundation. Otherwise, it would be terrible if he really thinks he’s strong and ends up fighting other cultivators.”

Daoist Tai Hua was kind enough to make them deliberately explain that the cultivation technique was only for nourishing one’s body, lest Ye Ping got too conceited and challenged others to a fight.

“Got it.”

Chen Lingrou nodded to express that she had understood.

“Okay, for the following period of time, you must not communicate too much with this new junior brother of yours and stay as mysterious as possible. If he does not come to see you, don’t take the initiative to see him either. The future of the sect depends on all of you.”

At the end, Daoist Tai Hua’s tone became even more firm, but his voice wasn’t loud as he was worried that he might disturb Ye Ping.

“We understand.”

Once again, they answered softly with a look of determination on each of their faces.

“Good, meeting dismissed.”

In the next moment, Daoist Tai Hua left the place, followed by the rest who took their leave one after another.

At this moment, in Qingyun Dao Sect, the starry sky was dazzling and shining at its brightest.

Ye Ping was lying on his bed and staring at the sky outside the window, his heart filled with anticipation.

He had transmigrated to this world three years ago.

In the beginning, he was indeed very confused and lonely, but fortunately, he was a jovial and happy-go-lucky person. Hence, he quickly adapted to this world.

He did not expect it to be a world of immortal cultivation.

Ye Ping was full of passion for immortal cultivation, and perhaps because he had always had a penchant for reading about godfiends, he was full of curiosity and anticipation about immortal cultivation.

He did not carry high hopes or had expectations of becoming an immortal or holding power over the world.

Ye Ping’s idea was very simple. He just wanted to rely on immortal cultivation to live for a few hundred years longer, find someone he liked, get married, bear children, and live the rest of his life in bliss.

However, Ye Ping was also clear that the path of cultivation was incredibly long and the dangers involved were difficult to imagine.

Hence, he had to be conscientious and careful in everything he did in the future. Most importantly, he had to persevere and not be discouraged just because of some difficulties and setbacks.

Having lived through two lives, Ye Ping became much more mature. Although he had lost some of his passion, he had gained maturity and perseverance that ordinary people did not have.

“I wonder what talent I have.”

Ye Ping laid on the bed, his heart filled with curiosity.

Although he had verified that he had no spiritual root, Ye Ping nevertheless felt that he should not be that terrible.

As long as it wasn’t too bad, he would find it acceptable.

Thus, Ye Ping only dozed off late at night

However, Ye Ping woke up early the next morning.

He did not snooze for longer and instead, he was far more diligent and hardworking than when he was a student. After all, immortal cultivation was completely different from studying.

Knock-knock.

As soon as Ye Ping woke up, he heard the sounds of the door being knocked on.

“Who’s there?”

Ye Ping subconsciously asked, after which he immediately got up. Before he could even open the door, he heard a familiar voice.

“Little Junior Brother, Master has ordered me to teach you the Sword Dao. I’ll wait for you at the cliff behind the sect for the time it takes an incense stick to burn out.”

It was Su Changyu’s voice.

Ye Ping immediately answered after hearing his words, “Okay, thank you very much, Senior Brother.”

After saying that, Su Changyu left the place.

Ye Ping immediately washed up too.

At the same time, he tidied up his robe in an attempt to leave a good impression.

After doing so, Ye Ping opened the door of his room and walked towards the back cliff, overwhelmed with excitement.

However, he was also a little nervous.

Ye Ping was mainly worried about his aptitude.

If his aptitude was too low, he might be despised by his eldest senior brother. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?

However, Ye Ping soon comforted himself by telling himself that hidden sects had a penchant for teaching those with low aptitudes. What was the point in teaching geniuses?

Do geniuses need to be taught?

Is the sense of accomplishment of teaching a genius as great as the sense of accomplishment of teaching a good-for-nothing?

At the thought of this, Ye Ping gradually calmed down.

While Ye Ping was letting his imagination run wild, he finally reached the cliff at the back.