The Great Terror Facing Blessed Cultivators

After what happened today, Ye Qingxuan no longer acted so timidly and hesitantly. He spoke frankly:

"Yes, that's right! I refined all of these Spirit Augmentation Pills.

"Furthermore, I can supply one thousand Spirit Augmentation Pills every year from now on. Even the high-tier pills I refine in the future can be handed over to Senior Brother for sale.

"I have only one request. I am fond of quiet and dislike being disturbed by other people, so I would like Senior Brother to swear a Dao Oath never to reveal the source of these pills. What do you think?"

Although he no longer acted timidly and hesitantly within the Xuantian Sect, he had no intention of changing the path he had long since planned. What needed to be hidden still needed to be hidden.

He simply no longer beat around the bush, choosing to be direct instead.

The effect was actually the same. It was merely that Ye Qingxuan had lacked a sense of security in the Xuantian Sect before, so he subconsciously insisted on circling around his words.

Sure enough, upon hearing Ye Qingxuan's words, Bai Wenyang did not refuse and immediately swore a Dao Oath!

After all, a Dao Oath only prevented the oath-taker from revealing secrets and would not cause any harm, so Bai Wenyang did not hesitate at this request.

Of course, what he valued was not the share of one thousand Spirit Augmentation Pills, but Ye Qingxuan's alchemy talent.

If he could establish a stable trade with Ye Qingxuan, the benefits it would bring him in the future would definitely not be small. And benefits represented cultivation resources.

After reaching a cooperation agreement with Bai Wenyang, Ye Qingxuan sold another thousand Spirit Augmentation Pills from his stock, earning nine thousand low-grade Spirit Stones.

After this trip, Ye Qingxuan had sold most of the Spirit Augmentation Pills in his hands, bringing him an income of eighteen thousand low-grade Spirit Stones.

As for the remaining Spirit Augmentation Pills, Ye Qingxuan did not plan to sell them for the time being.

After counting the Spirit Stones inside his storage ring, Ye Qingxuan remembered that he still had a batch of Qi Gathering Pills and asked:

"By the way, Senior Brother! Does the Hundred Treasures Pavilion buy Qi Gathering Pills?"

Hearing Ye Qingxuan's question, Bai Wenyang shook his head slightly.

"Qi Gathering Pills yield very little profit, and they are not particularly popular within the Xuantian Sect, so the Hundred Treasures Pavilion does not buy them."

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan understood!

Well then! The Xuantian Sect Disciples were all rich and powerful masters. They simply looked down on the effects of Qi Gathering Pills!

But that was normal too. Within the Xuantian Sect, disciples could casually complete a few tasks and earn dozens or even hundreds of Spirit Stones.

They could not be compared with those miserable cultivators outside.

Now that he had Spirit Stones in his pocket, Ye Qingxuan naturally could not resist making some purchases. After considering it, he looked at Bai Wenyang.

"Senior Brother, I would like a method for cultivating spirit plants. I wonder what price the Hundred Treasures Pavilion sells it for?"

"Junior Brother wishes to take up spirit planting as a secondary profession?"

Bai Wenyang was somewhat surprised by what Ye Qingxuan wanted to purchase. Spirit planters were not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also earned less than alchemists.

With Ye Qingxuan's alchemy talent, there should have been no need for him to waste time taking up spirit planting as a secondary profession.

Seemingly seeing Bai Wenyang's confusion, Ye Qingxuan did not intend to hide anything and explained:

"I am a Blessed Cultivator Courtyard Disciple. Taking up spirit planting as a secondary profession is merely preparation for contracting a Blessed Land in the future."

Back when he was in his lineage, he had not thought things through carefully enough. He had only asked for an alchemist's inheritance, overlooking that of a spirit planter. But it was not too late to mend the fold after the sheep had been lost.

"What? Junior Brother, you are actually a Blessed Cultivator Courtyard Disciple?"

Bai Wenyang abruptly stood up. Thinking of Ye Qingxuan's alchemy talent, regret surged within him.

"What a pity!"

He truly felt it was a pity for Ye Qingxuan. In outsiders' eyes, under normal circumstances, Blessed Cultivators not only cultivated slowly, but even more despairingly, could only sit rooted in one place.

With no hope in sight, once enough time passed, it was easy for their minds to collapse and for them to die in meditation.

Moreover, if their cultivation could not rise, the grade of pills they refined would be restricted as well. Many high-tier pills required powerful cultivation to support them.

This Junior Brother of his possessed exceptional alchemy talent, yet he had to suffer such restrictions. How could Bai Wenyang not find it regrettable?

Seeing the regret on Bai Wenyang's face, Ye Qingxuan did not mind it. Instead, he smiled.

"Senior Brother need not feel sorry for me. Perhaps I may even live longer than Senior Brother? There is nothing to regret! Hahaha!"

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan had not realized the severity of the matter, Bai Wenyang looked at him solemnly.

"Junior Brother, you do not understand. After becoming a Blessed Cultivator, the hardest thing to endure is time."

"The moment one reaches Foundation Establishment, one can only sit rooted in one place and endure the temptations of the myriad things in the outside world! Decades or several hundred years may be manageable, but what about thousands of years?"

"As far as I know, one thousand years is a hurdle for Blessed Cultivators. Once they fail to cross it, mind collapse is the outcome! Within a few years, they will die in meditation."

"Among the Blessed Cultivators in the Xuantian Sect, fewer than one in ten can cross this hurdle. And even among those who do, quite a few people undergo drastic changes in temperament and cannot preserve their true selves. Is the one who survives still truly themselves?"

From Bai Wenyang's words, Ye Qingxuan once again experienced the great terror he would have to face after becoming a Blessed Cultivator.

Yet his heart did not waver because of it. Looking firmly at Bai Wenyang, he said lightly and breezily:

"I know all this! Senior Brother, rest assured. Since I chose to walk this path, I naturally made the mental preparation."

If Blessed Cultivators did not have so many restrictions, how could a Blessed Cultivator quota possibly have fallen to him?

Besides, most people could not endure the desolation and solitude or cross the threshold of a thousand years merely because their Dao Hearts were not firm enough.

Those with unsteady Dao Hearts would not walk far no matter which path they chose.

Blessed Cultivators merely raised those requirements by a great deal.

When it came to Dao Heart, Ye Qingxuan had never doubted himself.

Having lived two lives, with an enlightened Dao Heart, coupled with the continual transformation and strengthening of his soul origin, Ye Qingxuan had never questioned whether he could make it to the end.

If even he doubted himself, then there truly would be no hope.

Besides, he had the Eternal Turtle Clone and the mysterious bead that had traveled through time with him. There might not be no chance to break the deadlock.

If, when the time came, he could use the Eternal Turtle Clone to bear the restrictions of being a Blessed Cultivator on his behalf, then he truly would not need to shoulder any risk while enjoying all the benefits.

He simply did not know whether it would work when the time came.

"Since that is the case, then this Senior Brother can only wish Junior Brother that you may hold fast to your original heart and walk to the end."

This was the situation. Ye Qingxuan had already become a Blessed Cultivator Courtyard Disciple, and that was an unchangeable, established fact. Bai Wenyang could only wish that Ye Qingxuan would persevere to the end.

Ye Qingxuan also knew that Bai Wenyang was sincerely considering his well-being, so he respectfully bowed to him.

"This Junior Brother, Ye Qingxuan, thanks Senior Brother for his guidance!"

Then, following the trend, Ye Qingxuan asked a question that had been troubling him.

"Senior Brother, since Blessed Cultivators must endure the suffering of sitting rooted in one place, why do they not cultivate a clone or puppet technique and have a clone or puppet walk the outside world in their stead?"

This was what puzzled Ye Qingxuan the most. He did not believe that the Xuantian Sect, a hegemon-level force, lacked methods for cultivating clones or puppets.

Moreover, he did not believe that among so many Blessed Cultivators, no one had thought of the solution he could think of.

There had to be some restriction he did not know about.

This was the perfect opportunity to inquire with Bai Wenyang and find out what exactly was going on.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his question, Bai Wenyang asked in surprise:

"You don't know?"

"I don't know!"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head with a face full of bewilderment. Was he supposed to know?

"Where did your Blessed Cultivator quota come from?"

"Uh! Our lineage's Ancestor obtained it!"

"Was your lineage obtaining a Blessed Cultivator quota for the first time?"

"Yes!"

"No wonder!"

After understanding the situation, Bai Wenyang understood.

Then, Bai Wenyang began to instruct Ye Qingxuan.

"Go to the sect's Library Pavilion and show your Disciple Token. Once the Guardian Elder verifies your identity as a Blessed Cultivator Disciple, you may consult all information related to Blessed Cultivators!"

"This includes spirit planter inheritances. As long as it concerns Blessed Cultivators and can help them grow, such as information on advancing Blessed Lands, the Library Pavilion has it all. And as long as one is a Blessed Cultivator Disciple, one may consult it for free!"