Late at night.
In the Qingyun Dao Sect.
In the dining hall.
Daoist Tai Hua sat at the head of the table while the other seven disciples took their seats in two rows.
It was already late at night.
The entire Qingyun Dao Sect seemed extremely quiet.
Apart from the sounds of insects, there was nothing unusual.
A candle was burning and illuminating the long table.
Daoist Tai Hua looked at the group of disciples with a serious and stern expression before breaking the silence.
"I reckon Changyu has already told you everything, right?"
"Nowadays, the competition between the major sects in Qingzhou is in full swing, and there are even rumors that in a few years, the Supreme Court of Qingzhou will purge some of the inferior sects. Hence, within these two years, we must let the Qingyun Dao Sect advance to a third-rank sect."
"The key lies in your little Junior Brother. In order to advance to a third-rank sect, there must be eight disciples in the sect. Now that there is finally a new disciple, you must be careful and not let him find out about the true situation of our sect. Otherwise, if he turns against us mercilessly like before, he would go around smearing our reputation. We really have raised a few ingrates."
Daoist Tai Hua said solemnly.
"We understand."
Everyone lowered their voices and answered with a serious expression.
However, someone soon spoke up.
"Master, it will take at least a year and a half for the Qingyun Dao Sect to advance to a third-rank sect. Although Eldest Senior Brother has already intimidated this little Junior Brother, the problem is that as long as he cultivates, he will find out about the situation of our sect sooner or later."
A disciple couldn't help but say that.
After he said that, Daoist Tai Hua shook his head disapprovingly.
"I've already thought of a plan."
"Third Brother, you're right, the truth can't be concealed, but we can delay it!"
"Changyu has already intimidated this little Junior Brother of yours, and I can tell that he respects immortal cultivation very much. He definitely won't leave anytime soon. As for cultivation, we can delay it! Keep delaying it! We'll teach him immortal cultivation in the end. "
"From tomorrow onwards, Changyu, teach him swordsmanship in the most ridiculous way possible. Firstly, you have to frighten him and secondly, you have to stall for time. If one day, he feels that swordsmanship is boring, Luochen will teach him alchemy."
"I've calculated that the seven of you will take turns to teach him. Each of you will teach for two months, and a year will pass quickly. By then, even if he finds out about the situation of our sect, it will be useless. Do you understand?"
Daoist Tai Hua's confident expression made the disciples nod one after another.
However, the second woman on the right couldn't help but speak.
The woman looked sweet and seemed to be a little younger than Ye Ping. She used to be the little Junior Sister of the sect, but she was now Ye Ping's Senior Sister.
"Master, this method sounds good, but this junior brother is not stupid. Sooner or later, he will ask some questions about cultivation. If he asks me, how should I answer?"
She was Chen Lingrou, the little Junior Sister of the Qingyun Dao Sect.
"It's simple." Daoist Tai Hua answered almost without thinking. "Teach him some basic cultivation methods, but exaggerate them a little. Just say that cultivators who cultivate the Qingyun Qi Refinement Technique are stronger than cultivators of the same realm."
"However, I also have to remind him that the Qingyun Qi Refinement Technique focuses on nurturing the body and building a stable foundation. Otherwise, if he really thinks that he's strong in the future, it will be bad if he fights with other cultivators."
Daoist Tai Hua was kind enough to specially explain that the cultivation method was just for nurturing the body lest Ye Ping really felt that he was strong and went to fight with others.
"Understood."
Chen Lingrou nodded to show that she understood.
"Okay, in the next few days, you must not interact too much with this junior brother and try to remain mysterious. If he doesn't look for you, don't look for him either. The future of the sect depends on you."
At the end of his sentence, Daoist Tai Hua's tone became even more firm, but he didn't speak loudly as he was worried that he would alarm Ye Ping.
"We understand!"
Everyone lowered their voices again and answered with determination written all over their faces.
"Okay, the meeting is over."
In the next moment, Daoist Tai Hua left the place and the other disciples left one after another.
At this moment …
In the Qingyun Dao Sect.
The stars in the sky were extremely dazzling.
Ye Ping lay on the bed and looked at the sky outside the window, his heart full of anticipation.
Three years ago, he transmigrated to this world.
At first, he was indeed very confused and lonely, but fortunately, he was an optimist so he soon adapted to this world.
Now, he didn't expect it to be a world of immortal cultivation.
Ye Ping was full of passion for immortal cultivation. Perhaps it was because he had liked reading supernatural novels since he was a child, but Ye Ping was full of curiosity and anticipation about immortal cultivation.
He didn't have too many extravagant hopes, such as becoming an immortal ancestor, ruling the world, or sleeping with beauties.
Ye Ping's thoughts were very simple. He just wanted to rely on immortal cultivation to live for a few hundred more years, find someone he liked, get married, have children, and live happily.
However, Ye Ping was also clear that the path of cultivation was extremely long and dangerous.
Hence, he had to be cautious and careful when doing things in the future. Most importantly, he had to persevere and not be discouraged because of some difficulties.
Having lived two lives, Ye Ping had matured a lot. Although he was no longer full of passion and passion, he had also gained maturity and perseverance that ordinary people didn't have.
"I just don't know what my talent is like."
On the bed, Ye Ping was full of curiosity.
Although he was tested to have no spiritual root, Ye Ping felt that he shouldn't be that bad.
As long as it wasn't too bad, he could accept it.
Just like that, Ye Ping didn't fall asleep until late at night.
However, on the next day …
Ye Ping woke up early.
He didn't sleep, and instead, he was even more diligent than when he was studying. After all, immortal cultivation and studying were two completely different concepts.
Bang!
Just as Ye Ping woke up, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
Ye Ping subconsciously got up, but before he could open the door, he heard a familiar voice.
"Little Junior Brother, I'm here on Master's orders to teach you the Sword Dao. I'll wait for you at the rear cliff of the sect in five minutes."
It was Su Changyu's voice.
After hearing that, Ye Ping immediately answered.
"Okay, thank you, 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 and tried to leave a good impression.
After tidying up, Ye Ping opened the door and walked towards the rear cliff, full of excitement.
However, there was also some nervousness amidst the excitement.
Ye Ping was mainly worried about his aptitude.
If his aptitude was too low and he was despised by Su Changyu, wouldn't that be a little awkward?
However, Ye Ping soon comforted himself and felt that the hidden sects loved to teach good-for-nothings the most. If they were to teach geniuses, what was the point?
Did geniuses need to be taught?
Would the sense of accomplishment of teaching a genius be greater than the sense of accomplishment of teaching a good-for-nothing?
Thinking of this, Ye Ping gradually calmed down.
While Ye Ping was letting his imagination run wild …
Finally, he arrived at the rear cliff.
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