Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Wuyang Mountain has seven peaks, corresponding to the seven lineages of Emotion Crossing Sect.

And amidst the intertwining chains of the seven peaks, there lies a palace, named Wuyang Palace.

Wuyang Palace is not merely a single palace, but a vast architectural complex floating in the air.

Of course.

Outside Emotion Crossing Sect, one cannot see the palace among the seven peaks.

At the foot of Wuyang Mountain lies a large group of buildings constructed along the mountain.

Though they are at the foot of Emotion Crossing Sect, these buildings are chaotic and disordered, at a glance, Qing Jun and others thought they had returned to the shabby district of Yunxi District.

”Get out of the way! Everyone move aside! If this batch of earth fire refined coal delays the Inner Sect master’s alchemy time, I’ll rip out your souls and use them as lamps!”

Not far away, several stout men with bare chests were waving whips, driving beasts that carried heavy loads.

On both sides of the street, Outer Sect disciples or servants in worn gray clothes were everywhere.

They were thin and haggard, their eyes numb yet greedy; some were fighting fiercely over a low-quality Yin Sha grass, even resorting to violence; while others dragged their broken limbs, lingering in corners, like living corpses.

”Master... it stinks here.”

Qing Jun covered her nose, wondering how could it be worse than Chouyun Pass even at the foot of the Holy Sect?

”Ahem.”

Tuoba You beside her listened but did not get angry, and coughed lightly,

”The little girl is too inexperienced. These outer cultivators, most are slaves of the Holy Sect people. The slave-gathering areas are naturally chaotic. And Holy Sect is not like Lingyin, that false sect, which insists on putting invisible shackles on human desires, preaching apathy. My Holy Sect, on the contrary, promotes letting nature take its course and directly expressing one’s true heart! Hence, we do not overly restrain our sect’s cultivators.”

Qing Jun scratched her head in vague understanding.

For her, the invincible True Dragon, when hungry she eats, when sleepy she sleeps, it indeed seems quite natural.

But the way these people outside let go of themselves, it just seemed disgusting.

Chen Ye chuckled lightly, casually shook the reins, and said cheerfully:

”Tuoba speaks thoroughly, the Holy Sect is indeed clear about its grudges.”

”Brother Qing Xuan is a perceptive person.”

Tuoba You nodded slightly, his tone became more gentle,

”This trip to Celestial Abyss, if it weren’t for your righteous help, I fear I would have really stumbled inside. Rest assured, now that you’ve returned with me to Wuyang Mountain, in the Holy Sect, as long as I, Tuoba You, have a mouthful of meat to eat, you won’t lack a mouthful of soup to drink.”

”Then I will rely on Brother Tuoba.”

Chen Ye laughed heartily, gave a handshake, the atmosphere between the two indeed had the familiarity of life-and-death camaraderie.

The beast cart continued to traverse the chaotic slum.

Along the way, those fierce-looking demon cultivators, upon sensing the faint Foundation Establishment pressure from within the carriage, all made way.

Before long, the beast cart arrived at the foot of one of the seven peaks of Wuyang Mountain.

This is the Third Peak, one of the seven lineages of Emotion Crossing Sect, and the base of the Greedy Fiends Lineage.

Compared to the outer regions, at the foot of this Third Peak is a neatly organized, expansive Market.

Most of the cultivators on the streets wore dark purple vestment robes, their expressions cold and harsh, but at least maintained a superficial order, rarely engaging in street fights like in the outer regions.

”Phew... finally, the air here is somewhat pleasant.”

Qing Jun poked her small head out from under the straw hat, took a long breath, and even her cowlick swayed.

Tuoba You heard this and slightly curved his lips, pointing to the cultivators outside the window, said:

”These are disciples of the Holy Sect’s seven lineages. In the Holy Sect, Outer Sect disciples are no different from slaves, no one cares how many die. Only those chosen by these seven lineages are considered true disciples of the Holy Sect.”

While speaking, the gray-slated beast cart had already traversed the Market, arriving at a wide stone staircase, a necessary path up the mountain.

At the entrance of the stone steps stands a tall mountain gate, with a layer of visible light barrier flowing like water waves, separating the inside and outside worlds.

Under the mountain gate, several guarding disciples were chatting leisurely.

Seeing Chen Ye’s gray beast cart approach, the leading disciple frowned.

Occasionally, a reckless slave might risk entering the Greedy Fiends Lineage.

Yet they don’t realize, the Greedy Fiends Lineage is one of the Emotion Crossing Lineages, not a place any random cat or dog can enter.

”Halt—”

Just as Chen Ye pulled the reins, the disciple led his men to draw their blades and block the path.

”Greedy Fiends Lineage is the Inner Sect’s vital ground, not a place for loose cultivators like you to approach!”

The disciple glanced at Chen Ye up and down, and noticed the three worn-out girls huddled beside the cart shaft, sneered,

”What? Can’t survive in the Outer Sect, want to come up the mountain and sell these blonde-haired girls as furnaces? Get lost! The mountain gate is under martial law today, don’t dirty my territory!”

Faced with such curses, Chen Ye remained unbothered.

He only thought to himself: These Emotion Crossing Sect cultivators really have a fiery temper, if it were Yan Kingdom cultivators, even if they looked down, they would confirm the other party’s identity before showing disdain.

”Bang!”

The thick curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted open.

A black glare with a sharp breaking sound, unceremoniously smashed onto that disciple’s face.

”Ah!”

The disciple let out a miserable cry, just about to draw his blade in anger, looked down at the object on the blue stone slab, his entire body seemed struck by lightning, frozen in place.

It was a black token, with a fierce ghost carved on it, at its center was a glaringly crimson ”You” character!

”Dare to block this Guardian’s carriage, are you tired of living?”