I had considered it from many angles. Small sects had their advantages and disadvantages. Although they had to rely on larger sects for shade, they could participate in all kinds of Daoist activities. Of course, small Daoist sects were often cannon fodder as well. If they were asked to help, they had to help—that was only right and proper. But if they made a mistake, those sects might not help them; they might even turn around and bite them. It also depended on the attitude of the sect backing them.
The Taiji Sect was currently the closest to me. Aunt Xia certainly would not do that, but there was no guarantee the Taiji Sect's leader would not. So I couldn't afford to let my guard down.
The nine great Daoist sects had rarely reached a consensus, and the reason they had this time was that I had not only joined the Daoist lineage but also established a sect of my own. Everyone could order me around now. Refusing to obey would make things troublesome. Sanctions would follow, and by then, it would not be as silent and unnoticed as it was with rogue cultivators. My reputation would suffer a tremendous blow as well.
Of course, I wasn't an idiot. Although there was only one person in each sect, our strength was by no means inferior to that of a small sect. Whichever friendly Daoist sect invited me, I would go. I could participate in their affairs, too. There was no way I would gain nothing from it.
Aunt Xia led the other nine great Daoist sects down the rear mountain. She told me to wait for news. Once the application was approved, besides a large stack of secular certificates, the Daoist sects would personally come down to issue proof confirming