"Cultivators above the Nascent Soul and Fusion stages will join Heavenly Net; disciples below Foundation Establishment will abandon cultivation and return to ordinary life; the rest who want to leave will go with you?"
Daoist Taiye leaned back in his chair and murmured.
Wang Jixuan nodded gently beside him and added, "I'll only take them away from here, have them sever all karmic ties with this place, then send them to a paradise beyond the world to cultivate."
Daoist Taiye silently took out a jade talisman and wrote a great deal into it.
A moment later, Taiye handed the jade talisman to Wang Jixuan.
Inside was a string of numbers.
Excluding independent cultivators, just among the dozen or so sects, there were roughly sixty-seven thousand gate disciples who needed Wang Jixuan to take away.
Among cultivation clans, small sects, and independent cultivators, the number of cultivators who needed saving was conservatively estimated to be a hundred times that of the sect disciples.
"Ji Xuan, it's not that your Martial Uncle doubts your abilities, nor is it that I want to stand by and watch them die.
"The human heart is far too complicated to explain in just a sentence or two.
"Your intention in saving people is good, but you must also see whether they appreciate it."
Wang Jixuan shrugged. "Those who seek life shall live; those who seek death shall die. We only need to take our own sect away first."
Taiye nodded. "That is my thinking as well."
"Um," Wang Jixuan asked tentatively, "Martial Uncle, do you mean... that even if we don't save the other sects, it's fine?"
Taiye gave a bitter smile. "In times like these, merely protecting our own sect is already difficult. If we have spare strength to assist fellow cultivators from other sects,