Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 542 The Lower Realm
Clearly, Wei Xi wasn't the only one with doubts, but the old man with the cane showed no intention of explaining.

"Fellow Daoists, at midnight tonight, each of you will descend to the mortal realm. Each sect will grant you a token, and you will only have three quarters of an hour to open the gates."

"Collect the search in 35 minutes. It's up to you to decide."

The hopeful young cultivators were at a loss with such simple instructions, until a cultivator from Nanjiang cupped his hands and asked, "I wonder when we will return?"

"Undecided. Once you have formed your Golden Core, return home immediately."

"Will you hold another ceremony for disciples who go to the Western Regions to slay demons and evil spirits?"

The old man with the cane opened his eyes and looked at the disciple who had asked the question.

The disciple felt a tightness in his chest, but did not show any fear.

“He is a good young man,” the old man with the cane said slowly. “Since we have already promised them, we will naturally open an opening for them, but we will also have to see if they can make it.”

"Alright, everyone go and prepare yourselves! If we are lucky, we will meet again."

After the old man with the cane finished speaking, he dispersed like sand in the wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The room was left filled with people, their voices rising and falling like boiling water.

Wei Xisheng was born only able to see what was in front of him, and had long since lost any beautiful fantasies about the future, so he was naturally not as noisy as others at this moment.

Wei just found it strange: Is this how the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has been governing the various sects for so many years?

"That's a bit too hasty."

Wei Xi was somewhat surprised to hear Qin Feng speak his thoughts in a deep voice.

But Qin Feng's wisdom didn't last long, and he turned to ask, "Xiao west, do you know?"

Wei Xi immediately interrupted, "I don't know. Let's go back and prepare as soon as possible. There are only a few hours left."

Seeing Wei Xi's reaction, Qin Feng realized he had said the wrong thing—how could he ask her about Core Formation in this kind of situation?

“Alright,” Senior Sister Xie stepped forward to rally the sect’s support. “Wei Xi is right. These matters are naturally for the sect leaders and immortal masters to handle. We should go back and prepare as soon as possible. Qingcheng Sect is not like other sects. I hope you will all remember the sect rules.”

Xie Yingying was fair and just, and had been in charge of the sect's affairs for many years, so she was naturally respected by everyone. Everyone agreed and suppressed their doubts.

Unexpectedly, before the Qingcheng Sect disciples had even left the council hall, an unfamiliar cultivator called out to Xie Yingying.

"Thank you for waiting, fellow Daoist!" The cultivator looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and was quite handsome. Judging from the color of his Daoist robe, he should be a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. He said politely, "Thank you, fellow Daoist. Our Hehuan Sect has a favor to ask of you."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yingying stopped in her tracks, cupped her hands, and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. However, I still need to take my junior brothers and sisters back to the sect to make preparations, and I am truly unable to be in two places at once. Furthermore, matters within the sect are decided by the sect leader and elders, and they simply cannot find me."

The Hehuan Sect is a major sect in the Western Regions. Putting aside the rumors of consensual relationships, its reputation is quite good, and it has never shown any disrespect to the Qingcheng Sect.

This is also why Xie Yingying stopped to reply.

The man said gently, “Our sect leader has already gone to discuss this matter with your sect leader. However, since it concerns such an important matter for you fellow Daoists, I still feel somewhat apologetic, which is why I rushed over to apologize to you all.”

“You’re a strange person,” Wang Huan couldn’t help but say when he saw that Senior Sister Xie was silent. “Since the two sect leaders have already reached an agreement, why stop us? Do you think we can disobey our elders’ orders?” “It was my presumption,” the disciple of the Hehuan Sect said respectfully. “But some people have already come over because they’ve caught wind of it. We came over to save you from making things difficult for yourselves.”

Wei Xi had already noticed that when this disciple from the Hehuan Sect arrived, there were many more disciples from the Hehuan Sect around the Qingcheng Sect.

Those who can stand here are all experts. If it weren't for Wei Xi as a variable, it would be an undercover attack.

Although Wei Xi had a rough idea that the Hehuan Sect was after Suo Zi, she also knew that with Gao Ming in charge, no one dared to make a big move.

Moreover, the news of Master Du embarrassing Linchuan Pavilion in public has already spread. The Hehuan Sect isn't stupid, so why would they make trouble at this juncture?

Therefore, the intentions behind Hehuanzong's actions are worth pondering.

This is also why no one took action – more than one person in the Qingcheng Sect team noticed something was wrong; everyone was just observing.

Sensing the implied meaning in the music, Xie Yingying immediately said, "Then please follow me to our lodgings for a cup of tea."

The group quickly returned to the Qingcheng Sect's cloud boat, and along the way, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect gradually approached the Qingcheng Sect's group.

"My surname is Fang, and my given name is Jiu Chen. These are my junior brothers and sisters. I apologize for any offense I may have caused. I hope you fellow Daoists will forgive me."

Fang Jiuchen had a decent appearance, and now that he had softened his stance, the Qingcheng Sect disciples looked much better.

Xie Yingying, however, knew something was amiss, and asked without changing her expression, "What business does your sect have? Why would you stop someone in public?"

Fang Jiuchen cupped his hands and said, "This was our fault, and I would like to ask you all to explain why!"

"Fellow Daoists, you are all sharp-eared and discerning, and you naturally know that the Myriad Swords Sect has dug a huge pit for us."

"One rope per sect? Let's not even talk about how three-quarters of an hour is enough. Even if a sect had wicked intentions, cutting the rope would ruin a generation!"

"Therefore, the custom of borrowing iron chains arose. If a sect had few disciples who had reached the Core Formation stage, they would distribute the iron chains to other sects, forming alliances in pairs. This way, those who dared to have wicked thoughts would have to be taken into consideration."

"The Qingcheng Sect is different from other sects. The powerful figures in the sect are willing to risk having their cultivation ruined by the Yin-Yang Qi to personally guard the iron chains. Apart from the Wanjian Sect, only your sect can do such a thing."

"The Hehuan Sect is content with its isolated location, and no one covets it. However, it has encountered difficulties this time and wishes to take advantage of your sect's demand for its members."

"My sect leader discussed this very matter with your sect's leader, Master Mo. Our information is that your sect is willing to do us a great favor. However, this breaks with the Qingcheng Sect's old traditions, so we'll take a forceful stance to avoid any resentment from others."

Xie Yingying said, "With your attitude, I'm afraid you'll only make the Qingcheng Sect look even worse."

Fang Jiuchen smiled nonchalantly, made a hand seal, and the surrounding Hehuan Sect disciples immediately bled profusely.

If these disciples hadn't all been standing so straight, others would probably have been clamoring for a healer.

"The secret techniques of the Hehuan Sect are indeed well-deserved," Xie Yingying's expression softened considerably. "Someone, please serve tea."

Among the Qingcheng Sect members, Wei Xi and Qian Liangfeng were the youngest, and it was time for them to get to work, carrying teapots to pour tea for the Hehuan Sect fellow Daoists who had finally taken their seats.

"Actually, there's another layer of meaning," Fang Jiuchen said gently as he took the teacup. "After all, it's you all in the lower realm, so we still need to get your approval for this matter."

"What Fellow Daoist Fang said is interesting. Does that mean your sect will stop making trouble if we disagree?"