Chapter 2101: Over Ten Thousand Devotees

Facing Wu Shou, Lin Potian, Qin Shanhai, and others with doubtful expressions, Qi Xiong darkened his face and walked toward the immortal boat without a word.

Wu Shou and the others were full of doubt; this senior brother hasn't left the sect recently, so how could he also be tied up?

Especially Wu Shou—he had still gone to the senior brother's dong fu yesterday evening to discuss matters; how could he have returned from outside this early morning?

"You arrange it."

With a dark face, he came before Wu Shou; Qi Xiong gritted his teeth and said that. Hearing this, Wu Shou opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

But this time, the people Qi Xiong brought back were even more outrageous—over three thousand of them.

"Grand Elder, you don't know—this time the Zhao family demanded a high price; we barely managed to gather so many people."

"Yes, the Zhao family is not weak, second only to the top powers of the immortal realm; we exhausted all means, pleaded repeatedly, emptied our family's wealth, and only then did the Zhao family agree to release them."

Qi Xiong directly left with a dark face, and the remaining people naturally surrounded Wu Shou, chattering away.

Hearing everyone's words, Wu Shou's expression was complex, and he had nothing to say.

He had heard of the Zhao family; its strength is indeed not weak, but there are over three thousand people present, and it seems some of them are Zhao family members.

You saying these words—could you possibly not feel guilty at all?

All of a sudden, there were another three thousand plus devotees.

Now, at each mealtime, among those who go to the canteen to eat, disciples occupy only a tiny fraction; over eighty percent are devotees.

The young disciples who have joined the Dao One Immortal Sect are also each feeling strange.

This sect always feels a bit odd; which sect would have so many devotees?

Moreover, they bring their whole families along, especially for disciples coming from the great immortal clans.

"My third uncle has also become a devotee."

"What is this? My parents, grand ancestor, third uncle, fifth uncle, sixth aunt—only the second uncle is stuck guarding the clan and can't come; otherwise the whole family would be here."

"I heard my father say yesterday that the family is considering whether to relocate the whole clan to settle in the Wuji Shanmai; ideally we'd get some name like a subsidiary clan, but we don't even need immortal crystals—just provide meals, and it's up to the sect master to agree or not."

Huh???

Many disciples spoke one by one with complex expressions, and the more they spoke, the more outrageous it became.

In short, at present in the Dao One Immortal Sect, they somewhat feel as if they are in their own home.

Nothing else—looking around, they are all their own relatives.

As for disciples of humble origins, they are even more speechless about this; they don't have that feeling—just that each time they go for a meal, the wait keeps getting longer.

Nowadays, the canteen hasn't imposed a quota, but compared to the beginning, each time lining up takes longer and longer, making many disciples irritable.

But there's nothing to be done; compared to those devotees, their meager strength is nowhere near enough—far too lacking.

And as time passes, the number of devotees continues to increase, though the growth rate gradually slows.

Even so, after more than a month, the number of devotees in the Dao One Immortal Sect still exceeded ten thousand.

In Qi Xiong's dong fu were Wu Shou, Hong Zun, Lin Potian, Qin Shanhai, including Bai Hua Xianzi, the Jueying women, and Ye Zhangqing as well.

Gathering everyone together, Qi Xiong darkened his face and gritted his teeth as he shouted.

"Over ten thousand, over ten thousand devotees—looking across the entire immortal realm, besides our Dao One Immortal Sect, which sect could have over ten thousand devotees? This is simply outrageous."

Every day, looking inside the sect, everyone coming and going are devotees; Qi Xiong felt as if he had swallowed a fly, utterly unpleasant—this is hardly the scene a normal sect should have.

As sect master, he wants a thriving, vigorous sect where young disciples are the mainstream.

All day long, groups of white-haired elders wander about the sect—what is that supposed to be?

Facing Qi Xiong's roar, everyone present remained silent, not knowing what to do about this situation.

Now nobody dares to leave the sect, yet even staying within the sect they could be bound, just like Qi Xiong.

Moreover, the sect's disciples—those outrageous ones are already having their own relatives bind them, then sending them back to the Dao One Immortal Sect.

In the hall, everyone fell silent; no one spoke for a long while, after which Ye Zhangqing was the first to open his mouth.

"Sect master, why not open the mountain to recruit disciples again? The number of disciples is indeed still too few."

At present, inside the sect, the number of devotees is over ten thousand, while disciples are only a few hundred.

Furthermore, the matter of devotees is indeed difficult to handle for the time being.

It would be better to open the mountain and recruit disciples, increasing their numbers; anyway, the land the Dao One Immortal Sect originally chose for its founding is not small, the area occupied by over ten thousand devotees is not large, and the sect is still quite spacious now.

It is completely sufficient to open the mountain and enroll a batch of disciples.

Moreover, although these devotees' methods are somewhat questionable, they are not without benefit to the Dao One Immortal Sect.

So many devotees do not consume much cultivation resources, and they greatly enhance the sect's strength.

Putting aside other things, just taking these over ten thousand devotees out, the Dao One Immortal Sect would count as a hegemon in the immortal realm.

Although it might not be glorious, it is still strength.

Even if, in the end, Qi Xiong and they cannot command these devotees, as long as Ye Zhangqing can direct them, it's fine.

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Qi Xiong fell silent, thought for a moment, and also expressed agreement.

"Good, then let's do as Zhangqing said—prepare the matter of a second mountain-opening disciple recruitment, to be handled by.................."

Saying that, Qi Xiong glanced around at everyone present; just from that look, his face grew even uglier, and he finally said with a helpless expression:

"I will personally take charge of this."

Not a single reliable one—look at how the previous disciple recruitment ceremony was messed up by these guys.

In the end, the matter was settled thus, with Qi Xiong personally responsible for arranging it.

After discussing the matter, everyone simply gathered once in Qi Xiong's dong fu for a gathering, the food naturally prepared by Ye Zhangqing.

This also counts as a rare happy time for everyone.

Each time such a gathering occurs, Qi Xiong and the others feel that life is so wonderful.

Ye Zhangqing also likes this atmosphere; after all, everyone has been together the longest, having come all the way from the myriad heavens to the immortal realm, long since becoming one family.

However, during the meal, as they were eating, Ye Zhangqing's whole body Línglì suddenly surged, and his cultivation directly broke through.

It is estimated that the good reviews given by Qi Xiong and others; originally, after accumulating over this period, the Good Review Points were already just short by a little.

And seeing Ye Zhangqing break through again, Qi Xiong and others had long been unsurprised.

This kid is just a freak; his breakthroughs have always gone smoothly, as if he had never encountered a bottleneck.

His current cultivation far surpasses theirs.

"If I had your talent, I'd wake up laughing even in my dreams."