Chapter 41: Sect Grand Meeting! (Please follow for more)

"Master, we struck it rich, we struck it rich!"

"Over two hundred and sixty thousand low-grade spirit stones in total—these loose cultivators are just too easy to fleece!"

"Sigh, why didn't we discover this money-making path before? But it's not too late now. Other Golden Core True Persons act high and mighty; only our Shu Fa Peak is more down-to-earth."

A Shu Fa Peak disciple at Qi Refining Peak smiled as he handed Mu Chengping a storage bag filled with spirit stones.

Mu Chengping scanned it with his divine sense; the look of a high and mighty cultivator was gone, and he said in surprise and excitement, "We earned that many spirit stones after lecturing for just one hour—this profit is much faster than those Third-Rank Alchemists on Yu Ding Peak."

"Good disciple, if you hadn't proposed this idea, Teacher never would have imagined this method could make so much money!"

Facing Mu Chengping's praise, this Shu Fa Peak disciple smiled shyly.

Shu Fa Peak, like Yushou Peak, was in continuous decline; it not only had no Purple Mansion True Lord presiding over it, but not even a Golden Core Peak cultivator, and it was impoverished, with disciples and elders in the peak able to earn only a few spirit stones by maintaining formation arrays each year.

Clever disciples and elders would also earn resources through other means, such as making talismans.

But the effect was not obvious, and it still couldn't change Shu Fa Peak's impoverished state; for now it was only slightly better than Yushou Peak, whose money-making path was even worse than theirs.

But now Mu Chengping had discovered a new source of wealth; just sitting here lecturing on the Dao for one hour brought in over two hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones, and he wished he could lecture a few more times.

Mu Chengping had many disciples to take care of; for resources, spending some time lecturing was nothing, but his own disciple had suggested not doing it too often—once or twice a month was already the limit, too many times would easily lead to Golden Core True Persons becoming worthless.

So Mu Chengping thought it over and agreed.

"It's just some shallow knowledge, yet so many people actually came to listen."

Mu Chengping sighed that spirit stones came too easily.

Beside him, a Shu Fa Peak disciple said with a smile, "Master is a Golden Core True Person; even if you farted, it would be fragrant."

Mu Chengping laughed and scolded, "You brat, alright. Take half of these spirit stones and share them with your fellow disciples; they had a hard time maintaining the scene too."

"Yes, Master."

Just as this Shu Fa Peak disciple was about to receive the storage bag, a beam of light flew from within Wanxiang Sect's Main Peak, rushing straight toward them.

Mu Chengping reached out, grabbed it, firmly seized the talisman paper, then scanned it with his divine sense, and his complexion suddenly changed.

"Master, what's wrong?" the Shu Fa Peak disciple asked curiously.

Mu Chengping's gaze turned heavy, then his figure rose into the air as he said, "An emergency Sect Grand Meeting is to be convened, requiring the Wu Feng Masters and elders to hurry over. I don't know what happened, but it's so urgent."

"Teacher will go take a look first; you take care of things here."

After speaking, Mu Chengping stepped forward, and his figure vanished from the jade platform.

The next second, he appeared on the Main Peak, then transformed into a streak of flowing light and flew to the Council Hall, the highest hall on the Main Peak.

"Oh, Daoist Friend Mu, you came quite fast." At the entrance of the Council Hall, an old man saw him, a smile appearing on his face as he spoke.

"Greetings, Elder Xiang. I don't know what happened, but why gather so many people?" Mu Chengping cupped his hands and asked.

This Sect Grand Meeting was of high specification; not only were the Wu Feng Masters required to attend, but all Golden Core-level elders were also required—it could be said that all the high-level figures had come.

This Elder Xiang before him was the Peak Master of Yu Ding Peak, Golden Core Late Stage, a Fourth-Rank Alchemist! His status in the sect was unmatched, and he might know some inside information.

Xiang Fu stroked his beard and said, "This Sect Grand Meeting was convened by Li Jiran, the Peak Master of Yujian Peak. As for what exactly it is, I don't know yet, but it's probably related to Qingzhou's Cang State." "Cang State!" Mu Chengping was startled in his heart.

Qingzhou and Wuzhou were adjacent regions, but their regional cultures were different.

Qingzhou governed the secular world through a state; a thousand years ago, Cang State destroyed six states and greatly unified Qingzhou's cultivation sects. There, the Cang State Royal Family was heaven, and imperial power was supreme.

Wuzhou divided secular regions by sects, and various cultivation clans managed cities; sects stood above all, mortal forces could never rise, and so-called states had never even appeared.

A few hundred years ago, as Qingzhou's cultivation sects united and sought to expand their territory, they launched a great war invading Wuzhou.

That war caused countless casualties, with dozens of Purple Mansion True Lords falling, and Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators too numerous to count. Wanxiang Sect began its decline from then, its status plummeting directly from a holy land of Wuzhou cultivation.

However, Wuzhou ultimately won that war, and Cang State paid a huge price, still not having recovered to this day.

Likewise, many large and small sects of Wuzhou were destroyed, eventually forming the Three Gates and Six Sects.

Among them, the Three Gates were first-rate, top powers, while the Six Sects, like Wanxiang Sect, were ranked second-rate.

The current Wuzhou was divided into regions by them, each governing themselves.

Their combined strength, compared to Qingzhou's Cang State, was still inferior. If Cang State wanted to launch a second great war, the current Wanxiang Sect couldn't afford to play—danger!

Mu Chengping's expression was very tense; knowing he had only broken through to Golden Core not long ago, in terms of strength he was at the bottom among the many elders, and once a great war came, he might very well die in it.

Beside him, Xiang Fu, seeing this, smiled and said, "Daoist Friend Mu, relax. A great war isn't so easy to start, and Cang State hasn't fully recovered from its previous Yuan Qi Shang Shang either."

"And even if war truly breaks out, Xuan Yin Gate, Seven Stars Gate, and Zihong Gate will take the brunt first. We sects behind them have at least decades to prepare."

Hearing this, Mu Chengping's tense mood indeed improved a lot.

The border between Wuzhou and Qingzhou was dominated by the Three Gates; they were the ones facing the brunt. Over so many years, how many resources had the Three Gates absorbed, how many Purple Mansion True Lords had been born? It wasn't certain they would let Cang State break through the defense line.

So he let his heart settle and smiled, "Elder Xiang sees things clearly."

"Mm, go in. A few more Dao Friends are coming." Xiang Fu smiled.

In the distance, several streaks of flowing light fell one after another before the hall's entrance; each was a Golden Core True Person.

Soon, Wanxiang Sect's high-level figures had all gathered together.

The four Inheritance Mountain Peak Peak Masters sat on the main seats, while below were some Golden Core Elders; the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

"They're here." Mu Chengping raised his head, only to see a flash of sword light transform into a figure landing on the last main seat.

The arrival was precisely Li Jiran, the Peak Master of Yujian Peak! He wore a black robe, his stature thin yet revealing some firmness, seeming to have just returned from an extremely distant place, with bloodstains on his sleeves not yet washed away.

After Li Jiran sat down, his gaze sharply swept over everyone; without nonsense or courtesy, he directly said, "This time I've gathered everyone to announce something."

"The Zihong Gate Master has fallen in Qingzhou."

As the words fell, everyone changed color at once, leaping from their seats and exclaiming in shock, "What?"

(Chapter End)