Dragon Canon

The first thing Wei Yuan had to do upon returning to his residence was moving out.

Now that he was only one step away from forming his Dao Foundation, he was required to move out of the new disciple valley and head to the zone specifically meant for Dao Foundation cultivators to choose his new abode. Forming a Dao Foundation was one of the most important events on one’s path to immortality. The greater the Dao Foundation one was aiming for, the more stringent the timing and opportunity to form it became. This was why a lot of people spent years just waiting for the right opportunity to improve their Dao Foundation by a tier.

Barring a sudden death, a disciple of the Palace of Absolute Beginning rarely failed to form their Dao Foundation. This was why a cultivator who had completed the Body-tempering stage was viewed and treated as a Dao Foundation cultivator.

Wei Yuan’s belongings were non-existent, so it took him little effort to pack it all into one luggage. In fact, one might say that he had nothing besides books. There were no mundane papers in the Palace of Absolute Beginning. Every book, every text was recorded on a piece of jade paper. Warm like jade and impervious to fire or water, one piece of jade paper could easily store millions of words. Not only that, the user could flip through the contents with a single thought as well. Thus, despite having accumulated over hundreds of books in the past decade, the jade papers only stacked up to a little over a chi.

After completing the handover with the responsible Daoist, Wei Yuan stepped out of the small courtyard before looking back, overcome with emotion. Before he knew it, he had lived here for a decade.

Wei Yuan’s classmates had long forged their Dao Foundations. Thus, no one currently living in the new disciple valley was a familiar face to him. Even some of the newer disciples—those who had joined five years after his entrance—had forged their Dao Foundations and moved out already. Normally, a disciple of the Palace of Absolute Beginning took a year to forge their Dao Foundation if they were quick, or seven years if they were slow. The average was around three years.

Right now, four disciples in his term had formed an immortal foundation. Xiao Yu’s immortal sword, The Sun, and Bao Yun’s Seven Wonders Exquisite Treasure Tree were the most famous of the four. Faction wise, the Traditional Party and the Reform Party had two immortal foundation cultivators each. However, the number of Reform Party disciples were one-third that of the Traditional Party, meaning that the ratio was significantly skewed in favor of the Reform Party. Not only that, the overall quality of the Reform Party’s Dao Foundation was distinctly greater than the Traditional Party’s as well, not to mention their cultivation speed.

This was all thanks to the public account set up by Bao Yun and Cui Yu. After three years of centralized learning, the public account had lent out over five hundred thousand taels of immortal silver. Thanks to this, anyone with some modicum of talent was more or less not lacking in cultivation resources. Naturally, they were able to soar through their cultivation.

Today, almost all the debt had been paid off. Everyone knew they owed Bao Yun and Cui Yu a huge favor. Because of this, the Reform Party disciples were more tight-knit than most and especially united against outside opposition. It was an unexpected but welcome side effect.