On an early morning in the beginning of March, the Lingxiao Bell rang atop Qingxiao Mountain.
The senior members of the various halls entered Lingxiao Courtyard, chatting and laughing. Since the start of the year, good news had been coming from every hall. The Battle of Cangzhou seemed to have brought Qingxiao Sect good fortune, so everyone was in high spirits.
After taking their seats, they began chatting among themselves while they waited for Li Qingqiu.
"Hall Master Zhu, you'll have to allocate a few spirit boats to our Sword Sect. That way, we'll make a more impressive show when we go down the mountain." Shen Yue looked at Zhu Yan as he spoke.
He had never liked involving himself in Sword Sect affairs. But Jiang Zhaoxia was busy cultivating in seclusion, and Han Lang had come to him for help, so he had no choice but to step in.
Once he spoke up, the other hall masters followed suit and made requests to Zhu Yan.
The spirit boats had already been put through a test flight. When the Heavenly Works Hall disciples had ridden them around the Tai Kun Mountain Range, every disciple had been thrilled.
Though flying in a spirit boat and flying on a sword were both just ways of taking to the air, the visual impact was completely different—and a spirit boat could carry many people.
The spirit boats' debut had added fuel to the excitement of the new year. Afterward, the Cultivation Hall had released a series of pills and talismans, including some with remarkable effects against ghosts and monsters, further thrilling the sect's disciples.
Even those who lacked talent could fight with pills and talismans. That meant more disciples could devote themselves entirely to cultivating the Primordial Scripture.
Faced with the hall masters' requests,