In spring, the trees burst into blossoms like brocade; flocks of orioles rose and fell among the mountains.
Lü Yan smiled. "As a sect, Luopo Mountain is rather short on Genealogical Cultivators."
It clearly possessed more than ten vassal peaks. So many mountains and so few people—truly a strange sight.
From what he remembered, over in Northern Juluzhou, Fire Dragon True Person's Padi Peak was already considered an immortal family lineage with relatively few people among the Haoran Sect's branches. Yet it still had four Dao lineages. Li Yu's Taixia branch had always excelled at slaying demons and commanding ghosts, with the deepest involvement in the world. The Dao-register cultivators of Peach Mountain specialized in lightning arts. Qi cultivators of the White Cloud lineage excelled at talismans and formations. Then there was Yuan Ling Hall's Zhixuan branch, which belonged to the Daoist Sword Immortal tradition. Altogether, the four lineages certainly had more than a hundred registered Daoist priests. Luopo Mountain, by contrast, had never expanded its branches and leaves on the scale of an ordinary immortal manor. Perhaps the Patriarch Hall members all set their own thresholds rather high when accepting disciples.
Chen Ping'an smiled. "Over at Cui Dongshan's Qingping Sword Sect, their numbers may multiply several times over within a few years. Whether there are dates or not, strike three poles first. Our Sect Master Cui has lofty ambitions. He declared that whenever the lower sect paid respects to the High Sect in the future, they would cross continents in a grand procession to worship their ancestors. In numbers alone, they had to surpass Luopo Mountain. They absolutely could not lose in momentum."
Afterward, Lü Yan took the initiative to say that he wished to offer incense at the Jise Peak Patriarch Hall. Though Chen Ping'an was somewhat surprised,