Chapter 318 : Shen Yue and the Ten Thousand Yin Sect
Chapter 318: Shen Yue and the Ten Thousand Yin Sect
“‘Only one child? What a pity.’”
Li Qingqiu muttered to himself. Jia Ming’s son was still too young and could not yet enter the sect, so he was unable to view the child’s personal panel.
Even without seeing it, he believed that the more offspring Jia Ming had, the greater the chance that the fate trait 【Ancestor of the Immortal Emperor】 would be passed down.
As for 【Ancestor of the Immortal Emperor】, Li Qingqiu held high expectations. Anyone who could be called an Immortal Emperor was certainly no ordinary figure.
However, he was not in a hurry—so long as 【Ancestor of the Immortal Emperor】 became one of the hopes of the Clear Sky Sect, that was enough.
“‘Why is it a pity?’”
Chu Jing asked in confusion. Although he followed Li Qingqiu and worked under him, he could never fully grasp his intentions.
Many of the people Li Qingqiu paid attention to were beyond his understanding.
In the eyes of this Sect Master, those dazzling, radiant geniuses seemed to hold little appeal. Instead, it was the lower-tier disciples who were often on his mind.
Yet, those very lower-tier disciples would often rise unexpectedly, leaving Chu Jing utterly perplexed.
In the end, he could only attribute it to Li Qingqiu’s extraordinary insight—something no ordinary person could comprehend.
At least one thing was certain: Li Qingqiu had never been wrong so far. Because of that, Chu Jing was willing to trust all of his judgments.
“‘It’s nothing. Just continue having people keep an eye on the Jia family. There’s no need to give them special help—just make sure they aren’t bullied.’” Li Qingqiu shook his head and said.
For geniuses who had already grown, he would not pay them much attention.
Just like his own disciples—under the current system established within the Clear Sky Sect, famous geniuses would only receive more and more resources. There was no need for him to personally intervene.
Thus, he cared more about those yet to be discovered.
They did not necessarily have to be geniuses. As long as someone had a unique strength, Li Qingqiu would quietly make arrangements behind the scenes.
Now, the Clear Sky Sect faced the entire Nine Provinces. The probability of new talents emerging had grown higher and higher. Any disciple who passed the entrance assessment at least possessed some unique merit on the surface.
As the saying went, a talent from a single county could govern the world. In truth, everyone had their own strengths—it was just that most people could not discover them.
With the Dao Lineage Panel, Li Qingqiu was equivalent to having heavenly sight. He himself greatly enjoyed the process of uncovering talents and capable individuals.
“‘Understood.’”
Chu Jing accepted the order. This had always been how he operated, so he did not find it troublesome.
Rumble—
Thunder echoed from afar—it was someone undergoing Tribulation.
It was none other than Li Qingqiu’s fifth junior brother, Wu Man’er. Li Qingqiu merely glanced at it and felt no concern.
Wu Man’er’s cultivation speed was not slow, though it could not compare to the sect’s top-tier geniuses. His path had been steady and solid.
Once he stepped into the Spirit Perception Realm, Li Qingqiu would also help Li Dongyue advance.
As he grew older, he began placing part of his attention on his junior brothers and sisters. He did not wish to regret it in the future.
Chu Jing sighed, “The number of Spirit Perception Realm cultivators in the sect is increasing. I think we can start exploring westward. The Azure Dragon Domain is the farthest from us, and heading south would easily lead us into Ziyang Island. Only westward expansion seems viable. Moreover, the Western Perilous Lands are filled with towering mountains—there must be countless treasures and ruins hidden there, just like that Ghost City before.”
Li Qingqiu nodded. “Let the disciples explore the Western Region in two years.”
Remaining secluded would not sustain long-term growth. Whether westward or southward, the Clear Sky Sect would eventually have to take that step.
“‘Two years?’”
Chu Jing was puzzled. Did the Sect Master intend to wait until the Grand Dao Tournament ended before making arrangements?
He did not know Li Qingqiu’s cultivation progress, and Jiang Zhaoxia and Zhang Yuchun would not reveal such matters to others.
The two chatted a while longer before parting ways.
Li Qingqiu now only wished to reach the Heaven-Reaching Sun Illumination Realm as soon as possible. Only at that level would he have the confidence to carry out more plans.
……
The heavens and earth were vast, and flying snow blanketed the sky.
Beneath a towering mountain, within a forest buried under snow, a figure slowly walked out.
It was Shen Yue.
His attire was no different from several months ago—white robe over black garments, a bamboo hat on his head—only now his clothes bore signs of wear and damage.
He raised his head and looked forward. When he saw an endless snowfield stretching before him, a smile finally appeared on his face.
“‘Finally out… it’s almost been a year.’”
Shen Yue muttered to himself. Traveling through wind and storm, it had still taken him this long to cross the Western Perilous Lands—proof of just how vast they were.
From Clear Sky Mountain to the Western Region, he had only needed two days. But within the Western Perilous Lands, he did not dare recklessly use sword flight. He had to conserve his Vital Energy at all times in preparation for battle.
The journey had unfolded just as he expected—demons, monsters, and ghosts appeared endlessly. He had even encountered several Immortal Cultivators of various origins.
He had been injured and poisoned—but fortunately, he had endured.
Recalling the past year, Shen Yue did not feel tired. Instead, he grew even more eager to meet Yin Jingxing.
Even separated by countless mountains and rivers, the Sect Master still insisted on finding Yin Jingxing—just how extraordinary must his talent be?
Over this year, Shen Yue had not been without gains. His Sword Intent had continuously strengthened, and his understanding of the Sword Dao had deepened.
As the Sword God, he possessed his own pride. Facing the rapid rise of younger geniuses within the sect, it was impossible for him to feel no pressure—but he only transformed that pressure into fighting spirit.
Shen Yue took out the Route Jade Slip, checked the path, and continued forward.
His footprints in the snow were covered within less than ten breaths. Before him lay an endless snowfield, while behind him stood towering mountains like heavenly walls, radiating oppressive force through the snow mist.
It was as though Shen Yue was walking toward a new world—the wind and snow could not suppress his figure.
He pressed onward.
After about an hour, sunlight finally broke through. Shen Yue saw an icy lake ahead, with a row of trees along its shore.
Figures sat upon those trees—clearly waiting for a long time.
Shen Yue showed no fear and walked straight toward them.
“‘You killed disciples of my Ten Thousand Yin Sect. Do you know what fate awaits you?’”
A cold voice rang out from ahead.
Shen Yue did not respond.
Previously, the Immortal Cultivator who manipulated demonic creatures to attack him had come from the Ten Thousand Yin Sect. Even in death, the man had tried to threaten him with the sect’s name.
Unfortunately, Shen Yue did not care for such tactics.
The moment the opponent invoked his faction, Shen Yue had already known that trouble would follow.
If trouble came—then it would be resolved.
Since wandering the martial world, what Shen Yue feared least was grudges.
In his eyes, the Immortal Cultivation world was no different from the martial world—only the power involved was greater.
Seeing Shen Yue still approaching, the Ten Thousand Yin Sect cultivators leapt down from the trees one after another. Each took out their Magic Implements and advanced toward him.
They stood beneath sunlight, while Shen Yue remained beneath clouds and mist—one side bright, the other dim.
It was as though righteousness and evil were about to collide.
……
The old year passed, and the New Year arrived.
The Clear Sky Sect once again became lively with its annual festivities. More and more disciples returned, making every peak bustling with activity.
Li Qingqiu rarely took a break from cultivation. He wandered through the sect, visiting various halls.
The courtyards on Clear Sky Mountain had grown more numerous, and the buildings taller. Whenever Li Qingqiu visited a hall, he would spend several hours there—the halls themselves had expanded greatly.
With the Minor Zhou Heavenly Luo Battle Formation in place, the disciples felt far more secure. During the festival, they relaxed even more—laughter and joy filled the air.
However, Li Qingqiu felt that more disciples should be assigned to guard the formation and patrol internally. They could not rely solely on the formation.
Several days later—
The great bell before the Profound Heart Hall rang.
All True Transmission Disciples within the Ancient Great Mountain Range sensed the Vital Energy fluctuation from their Clear Sky Tokens and immediately took them out.
“‘In one hour, all True Transmission Disciples are to gather at the Profound Heart Hall for discussion!’”
The Profound Heart Hall was the largest palace constructed by the Clear Sky Sect. Only major sect matters were discussed there.
Hearing this, the True Transmission Disciples within the sect did not dare be careless. They put down what they were doing and rushed toward Clear Sky Mountain.
Along the way, they speculated about the reason.
Many had already guessed—
The Ten True Lord Seats.
According to the timeline, ten years had passed. The Sect Master would now determine the positions of the True Lords.
The Profound Heart Hall stood beneath Lingxiao Courtyard. Its grandeur was immense—its silhouette visible even from the foot of the mountain.
One by one, the True Transmission Disciples entered through the grand gates, immediately captivated by the sight within.
The pillars had grown even larger, with golden bases at both ends and a special red coating along their bodies. The floor was paved with a special mineral that reflected the disciples’ figures—they seemed to be walking upon water.
Above, enormous Spirit Stones hung like blazing suns, radiating intense light.
The disciples were all astonished by the renovated Profound Heart Hall. Walking within it, they could feel the sect’s foundation and imposing presence.
The hall was vast—it felt as though they were standing on a Martial Training Ground.
Each disciple who entered could not help but widen their eyes.
Hu Yan was no exception. He knew the Heavenly Works Hall had been renovating the Profound Heart Hall, but he had not expected such magnificence. It felt as though he had stepped into the heavens.
Zhang Yuchun, Zhu Yan, Chai Yunshang, and other Hall Masters stood on the steps, watching the disciples approach. They were satisfied with their reactions.
Clear Sky Daoist stood below the steps, looking around and sighing.
“‘I never imagined the Clear Sky Sect I founded would become like this. I feel like I’m dreaming.’”
Zhang Yu laughed beside him. “Though you founded it, none of this has anything to do with you—it’s all the Sect Master’s achievement.”
“‘Do you think I need you to remind me?’” Clear Sky Daoist glared at him irritably.
Wei Tianxiong stood nearby, calm and composed. This level of grandeur did not impress him much—it was far inferior to the Divine Origin Sect.
Still, it finally had the appearance of an Immortal Cultivation Sect.
He had long held reservations about Li Qingqiu always holding discussions within Lingxiao Courtyard—but naturally, he did not dare say such things in front of him.
Yang Jueding looked at the increasing number of disciples, filled with emotion.
These were only the True Transmission Disciples—yet there were already so many.
Back when he first joined the Clear Sky Sect, there had only been a few buildings, and the number of disciples had been pitifully small.
Even though he had walked this path alongside the sect, looking back, it all felt like a dream.
He would never forget that night—
When Li Qingqiu pursued and killed warriors of the Seven Peaks Alliance, then went alone to their stronghold.
That was the first time he had ever felt fear toward a young man.
And now—
That very youth had brought peace to the world, and hope of cultivation to countless people.