All Yang Miaozhen could say was, "Miaozhen is indebted to master."
The Sect Master roused with vigour, so he no longer kept it a secret. He finally revealed his true objective — to merge the entire Green Sun Monastery into the Myriad sect.
The disciples paled in fright and all tried to dissuade him.
Ling Xiaozi objected even more vehemently. He was the first senior brother of the Green Sun Monastery. When the Sect Master was out travelling, he was responsible for all matters in the monastery. He could be described as someone who stood above several dozen and below only one. If the Green Sun Monastery merged with the Myriad sect, he would only be able to become a 'registered disciple'. He would only be ranked at the bottom of the hierarchy of disciples in the Myriad sect.
Then he glanced at Yang Miaozhen and felt his heart ache. If the Green Sun Monastery really does merge with the Myriad sect, junior sister Miaozhen will be able to reconnect with that Li Qingshan, but I'll forever have to rely on him.
Yang Miaozhen understood the Sect Master's plans. Her feelings were rather mixed. After all this, do I still have to return to his side?
The Sect Master had been expecting the disciples' reactions.
The human realm was extremely closely connected to beyond the Nine Heavens. Basically all the great sect masters of large sects were true immortals. The conflict between sects was not even as intense as the Three Thousand Worlds. Not only was this because the sect masters were all old acquaintances, but it was also to deal with the expansion of the Demon domain and avoid pointless internal strife.
The battlefield in the Demon domain was extremely intense, far more intense than regular battles between sects, but the responsibility of fending off the demonfolk's invasion was basically all on the large sects. They did not force the smaller sects to take part either. If they did not want to contribute and take the initiative to take part, everything that happened on the distant border could be treated as a story.
Under these circumstances, the smaller and smaller sects of the human realm and the various independent cultivators could be described as living peacefully.
If peace lasted for too long, people would forget what war looked like. They might even lose their imaginations of war.
Even when phrases like 'the Demon Star of Mars' and 'the great calamity of the world' hung by their mouths, it did not feel real at all. They just felt like there would be someone taller to hold up the sky even if it collapsed. The great immortals and gods above the Nine Heavens would never turn a blind eye. The worst-case scenario was just an endless battle.
The Sect Master said firmly, "I've already made up my mind. There's no need to persuade me otherwise!" He sighed again and said something like, "You're all too young, you don't know the power of the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth", "Master is doing this for your own good, you'll understand in the future", and so on.
Although the disciples couldn't understand, they couldn't disobey their master's orders. They were a little disappointed and didn't have the mood to go on a sightseeing trip. However, when they disembarked from the ship and arrived at Wanxiang City, the scene in the city caused their spirits to rise.
The city was filled with people. It was so lively that it didn't seem like a cultivation sect, but a mortal city.
However, there was no such magnificent scene in a mortal city. Tall buildings rose from the ground, each with carved beams and painted rafters, and arched eaves. Long bridges ran through them like rainbows, and elegant cultivators walked on them.
The balconies of the floating gardens were like exquisite flower pots. Strange flowers and plants bloomed within them. Many cultivators were sipping tea and discussing the Dao.
Tired of looking at the vast and empty scenery on the sea, everything in Wanxiang City was dazzling and too much for the eyes to take in. Everyone almost forgot the disappointment of the sect's disbandment.
But very soon, the sense of disappointment returned and became even stronger. Even Yang Miaozhen felt it. It turned out that there was nothing special about us.
Although the Sect Master of Azure Sun couldn't compare to the Wanxiang Sect, in the eyes of mortals, they were extraordinary immortals and outstanding talents. And now, there were cultivators everywhere. There were hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of them. They didn't find anything special about them. Instead, they looked around like country bumpkins entering a city.
The shock in Ling Xiaozi's heart took a long time to calm down. He muttered, "Is that Li Qingshan ruling over this place?"
Spiritual Master Qingyang glanced at him and knew that this disciple was unwilling. He said, "The Grand Sect Master of the Wanxiang Sect is in charge of the imperial study for the Celestial Emperor. The two sect masters follow him to the Nine Heavens. The Grand Sect Master's mount, Spirit Venerable Guihai, oversees the Heavens and deduces the 'Wanxiang Heavenly Book'. He doesn't care about secular affairs."
"Therefore, all the major and minor matters in the Wanxiang Sect are handled by the true disciples. And as the head of the true disciples, Li Qingshan has the authority to command all the true disciples. Furthermore, in the battle of Black Cloud City, he forced the incarnation of the Demonic God Suanni to retreat, and all the true disciples were saved by him. His prestige in the sect is extremely high, and it could be said that he's the ruler here. "
When mentioning the three sect masters, Spirit Venerable Guihai, and even Li Qingshan, he would cup his hands towards the heavens. His words were filled with reverence.
There was a saying, "The older one is in Jianghu, the more timid they are." In fact, the higher one's cultivation and the wider one's experience, the more one understood the power of many things. Therefore, he didn't feel that there was anything shameful about relying on connections and cozying up to Li Qingshan. Even the high and mighty Yang Spirit cultivators and true disciples had to rely on Li Qingshan to survive. What was there for him to put on airs?
Ling Xiaozi was speechless and lost his wits.
When a story was no longer just a story, the storyteller would also lose that calm and composure of talking and laughing.
Spiritual Master Qingyang patted Ling Xiaozi on the shoulder and continued walking into the city. Looking at the many cultivators in the city, he thought to himself, "It seems that many people have the same idea as me."
In the battle of Black Cloud City, the Wanxiang Sect lost more than half of its true disciples. If it had been an ordinary sect, it would have suffered a great loss. It would have taken at least a thousand years to recover.
However, the Wanxiang Sect relied on the huge amount of rewards from the Desireless Heavenly Palace and the abundant resources accumulated in the Hundred Herb Garden to recruit disciples. Coincidentally, the Demon Star appeared. Many small and medium sects and even loose cultivators had the same idea as Spiritual Master Qingyang. For a time, a large number of people gathered, and the sect became even more prosperous than before.
Of course, the root of all this was that "sky".
Spiritual Master Qingyang raised his head and looked up. He saw a three-thousand-meter-tall building piercing through the clouds, standing majestically above the Wanxiang City. It also had the power to soar into the clouds.
The pedestal on the east side of the world was a stone wall that was more than a hundred feet high. The stone wall was smooth and shiny, and only the top was engraved with the words "List of All Creations". Under the sunlight, many names could be seen.
The name that ranked first was' Li Qingshan ', surpassing all the other disciples.
The people of the Qingyang Temple looked at the stone wall for a while and couldn't help but become more intimate with Yang Miaozhen, calling her "Junior Sister" and "Senior Sister" non-stop. Spiritual Master Qingyang practically kept calling her "disciple" and didn't call her Miaozhen Zi anymore.
Yang Miaozhen felt very uncomfortable. She felt like the weight of the entire sect was on her shoulders, waiting for her to find Li Qingshan. She wasn't worried that he wouldn't care about old feelings — he was more serious than she imagined — but she was worried that when the time came, she didn't know how he would play with her.
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