Chapter 430: Is this the reason the Dao Yi Sect is so powerful?

Feeling the gradual loss of lifespan, this feeling simply cannot be described in words.

Thus, the two ancestors of the Qing Yun Sect now have only one thought: to enter closed-door seclusion and sleep, so as to live a few more years anyway.

Facing the ancestors who were in a bad mood, Chen Qingyu did not dare to act rashly, showing a hesitant and torn appearance.

Seeing this, one of the ancestors ate a spirit fruit while feeling that his lifespan had increased by a few days, which was better than nothing.

"Speak, what brings you here?"

"Oh, disciple, I wish to ask the ancestors to take action."

"Do you intend to strike first to gain the advantage?"

Upon hearing this, the two ancestors' gazes turned hostile; this kid has no good intentions.

It's not that striking first is wrong; indeed, if the plan is good, perhaps unexpected gains could be reaped.

But to act first, setting aside other matters, those two old fellows are definitely the most dangerous.

By then, regarding Yu Mo and the three others, the best outcome would be mutual destruction; the worst would be them being slain by Yu Mo and the three, while Yu Mo and the three suffer severe injuries.

But regardless of which outcome occurs, for them personally, it is unacceptable.

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, they are bound to die.

Facing the ancestors' hostile gaze, Chen Qingyu hurriedly spoke.

"No, no, disciple does not mean that; it's just that over the past two days, the Dao Yi Sect's movements have been strange, and I suspect there is definitely a secret hidden within the Dao Yi Sect."

"Moreover, I have already personally tried before, but the Spirit City of the Dao Yi Sect is heavily guarded, preventing me from entering, so I wish to ask the ancestors to act personally."

Chen Qingyu spoke truthfully; this is also unavoidable.

In his speculation, as long as he could uncover the Dao Yi Sect's secret, he would also know what the Dao Yi Sect intended to do.

Upon hearing this, the two ancestors' gazes finally eased somewhat, yet they still did not immediately agree.

Inwardly weighing the pros and cons, the two were worried about nothing other than the reaction of Yu Mo and the three.

Put bluntly, they are still cowardly.

Just as Yu Mo said before, although these ancestors are nearing the end of their lifespans, many of them are actually extremely afraid of death.

This is only natural; the longer one lives, the more one fears death.

Moreover, they stand at the pinnacle of Dongzhou, holding endless resources and power—who would be willing to give that up?

Seeing the ancestors' concerns, Chen Qingyu spoke softly.

"We merely wish to investigate; if the Dao Yi Sect reacts strongly, we can simply offer them some compensation."

So far, the Dao Yi Sect has shown no sign of acting; in Chen Qingyu's view, it is utterly impossible for a minor matter like this to trigger a war between the two sects—it just doesn't make sense.

Upon hearing this, after pondering for a while, the two ancestors finally nodded.

"We will handle this matter ourselves, though we cannot guarantee success; if Yu Mo and the three…"

He did not elaborate, but the meaning was already clear.

Once Yu Mo and the three react too strongly, they will promptly withdraw.

Upon hearing this, Chen Qingyu, though somewhat dissatisfied inside, still nodded in agreement.

He then respectfully withdrew from the ancestors' dwelling.

The next day, at the poetry gathering, seeing the Dao Yi Sect's location, only a solitary Menial Disciple sat there alone, and everyone's mouths twitched.

This is utterly bullying! Previously there was at least a companion, but today you show up alone as the sole sprout? And what cultivation level is this Body Refining Realm?

"What are you looking at? Let's begin."

That Menial Disciple, with a displeased face, spoke up, saying, "Just because I am the weakest, I was sent to participate in this East Literature Poetry Gathering—does strength give one the right to bully others?"

Upon hearing the disciple's utterly impolite words, a sudden sound of teeth grinding arose.

No need to doubt; if this were not a disciple of the Dao Yi Sect, the people of the East Literature Academy would likely have torn him apart alive by now.

As expected, what followed was..........

"I concede."

"I won't."

"Surrender."

"Can you hurry up?"

"Or else, let the Confucian-Dao Chief just write it off for you."

"Enough."

Finally, the instructor of the East Literature Academy could no longer bear it and directly blasted this disciple out.

However, upon hearing that he was about to be blasted out, the disciple not only did not become angry at all, but instead showed a look of delighted surprise.

"Really?"

Huh???

"I told you to get lost, what are you happy about?"

Afterward, before the East Literature Academy's staff could act, the disciple hopped out on his own.

"Bye-bye."

For a moment, everyone stared, bewildered—is this Dao Yi Sect disciple sick?

They don't know that this disciple is pleased, for he can finally go back to fight for food; although the hope is slim, he still wants to try.

Without the Literature Academy Peak, the following poetry gathering naturally belonged solely to the East Literature Academy, yet for this, all the strong ones of the East Literature Academy felt utterly bored.

In such a situation, even if they secured the Confucian-Dao Chief title, what would it matter? Who would acknowledge their Confucian-Dao Chief?

One day passed without any incident, especially for the Dao Yi Sect, which passed in liveliness and peace.

When evening came, after dinner, the disciples each began their cultivation.

And just then, in the night, two figures appeared outside the Spirit City—indeed, they were the two ancestors of the Qing Yun Sect.

They exchanged a glance, and both immediately employed their techniques, entering the Formation without the knowledge of gods or ghosts.

A nine‑grade Formation is still useful to a Saint, but for a Cultivation: Great Saint its usefulness is not great; at least it also reaches Saint‑level.

They silently infiltrated Spirit City, for fear that Yu Mo and the other two might notice them, and they did not dare to spread their Divine Sense.

They could only hide in the darkness, searching silently.

But along the way, the two gradually became numb.

The disciples of the Dao Yi Sect practicing Xiūliàn are really too harsh, aren't they? No, this can't even be described as harsh; it's literally playing with their lives.

You should know that, no matter what kind of Xiūliàn—whether techniques, physical body, or cultivation—some methods are inherently dangerous.

Seriously, they can even endanger one's life.

Ordinary methods pose little danger, but progress is average; whereas special methods are highly dangerous, yet progress is correspondingly faster.

This is a matter of trade‑offs; it depends on how you choose.

But ordinary people will choose the less dangerous method, after all, for a simple Xiūliàn, it's not worth risking one's life.

But the disciples of the Dao Yi Sect are different; almost every method they use is playing with their lives, and they take whatever danger comes their way. Even the two patriarchs of the Qing Yun Sect, who have lived for many years, have never seen anything like this.

"Damn, they're really a bunch of lunatics."

One of the patriarchs, speechless, cursed: "One or two lunatics would be bad enough, but damn, looking around, everyone is a lunatic—it's absurd."

As for the other patriarch, upon hearing this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"If you don't go crazy, you won't survive; perhaps this is why the Dao Yi Sect has always been able to hold the top position in Dongzhou."

Just imagine—if even ordinary disciples dare to risk their lives in their Xiūliàn, how could their progress not be swift? How could the Sect's strength not be formidable?

Anyway, the Qing Yun Sect couldn't do that; even if they issued strict orders, the disciples below probably wouldn't dare.

How could it compare to the Dao Yi Sect's disciples, who do this voluntarily?