Ten Thousand Laws Society

The path of immortality is a road of no return; it is a journey of pressing forward, using a steadfast Daoist heart to sever illusions and seek one's true self.

The path of immortality is not a dull, carefree existence of polishing mana and slowly whiling away the years.

From the moment Li Yunjing entered the immortal gate, his quest for longevity had begun.

The countless tribulations along this path also began with him.

Human tribulations, demonic tribulations, heart tribulations... one disaster after another awaited him.

Only by overcoming them could there be any hope for longevity.

Yang Chun and his ilk were merely the first test after entering the immortal gate.

The Divine Firmament Dao Sect generally turned a blind eye to the struggles between chore disciples and outer sect disciples, provided they did not involve life or death or other major matters.

This was also a form of tempering for the disciples; if one were a piece of trash who could not endure, they would be eliminated.

Those who were outstanding would gain experience in such an environment, eventually entering the inner sect, and naturally, they would have the potential to go further on the immortal path.

Such disciples, when sent out to compete against other sects, clans, and rogue cultivators, would hold a significant advantage.

Otherwise, if they were raised like flowers in a greenhouse, they would merely be a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

This was certainly not the original intention of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect.

Disciples of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect were known throughout the world for their formidable combat prowess, and this method of cultivation was one of the reasons they became so capable.

Li Yunjing's expression remained calm as he asked, "Senior Brother Yang, what is this Ten Thousand Laws Society? Are we just joining it like this?"

Li Yunjing was in no rush to turn hostile; he wanted to fish for information and see what the origins of the Ten Thousand Laws Society were.

He would not be like a reckless fool, fighting heaven, earth, and everyone in between while being completely in the dark.

"Heh! Kid, you're not being honest! You're trying to pry into my business?"

Yang Chun sneered and whispered, "Let me tell you, the 'Ten Thousand Laws Society' was founded by big shots among the sect's true disciples, and it spans the inner sect, outer sect, and the chore disciples."

When these words were spoken, they truly shocked Li Yunjing and Ma Xingyuan.

They had not expected that this mere small group collecting protection fees would actually be backed by true disciples.

Which true disciple was this, and did they have no shame?

Were they going to exploit even poor wretches like them?

The expressions of Li Yunjing and Ma Xingyuan turned much uglier.

True disciples were absolutely not people that two newcomers like them could contend with!

And anyone who dared to build such a faction was certainly not like Fu Chao, a young master from a great clan who had skipped levels due to talent.

A true disciple like that likely already possessed a cultivation at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Thinking of this, Li Yunjing gritted his teeth in hatred.

How utterly helpless!

A Foundation Establishment true disciple actually wanted to exploit chore disciples like them!

It was truly hateful!

"Heh! Don't go putting on such miserable faces!"

"I'm telling you, it's your honor to join the 'Ten Thousand Laws Society'!"

"There are as many as thirty thousand chore disciples, and six or seven hundred of them have joined the 'Ten Thousand Laws Society.' You can ask around later to see if what I say is true!"

"Once you join the 'Ten Thousand Laws Society,' you'll face much less bullying in the future!"

Yang Chun had no reservations and told Li Yunjing and Ma Xingyuan everything about the "Ten Thousand Laws Society."

The more Li Yunjing and Ma Xingyuan heard, the uglier their expressions became.

With such a massive organization, how could they resist?

Did they really have to pay the protection fee?

Who would be willing to hand over the fruits of their hard-earned labor to someone else?

"Uh, Senior Brother Yang, for new disciples like us, how many contribution points can we earn in a month?"

Ma Xingyuan asked in a low, fearful voice.

"Heh! If you do some light work, four or five contribution points a month is about right. If you work your life away, earning a dozen or so points a month is no problem."

Yang Chun's voice was filled with mockery.

His sharp-eared, monkey-cheeked, ugly face became even more detestable.

"Senior Brother Yang, isn't that taking more than half of our income?"

Ma Xingyuan said with a bitter face.

He had never imagined that after entering the immortal gate, he would encounter such troublesome matters.

"Senior Brother Yang, can we negotiate and pay a little less?"

The fatty continued to ask.

"Heh heh! Of course you can!"

Yang Chun gave a cold sneer.

"What? I can? Then is it okay if I pay one contribution point a month?"

Originally, the fatty was just playing the victim to try and haggle, never expecting it would actually work, so his eyes lit up.

His fat face was instantly wreathed in smiles.

"Of course you can! Little fatty, as long as your body is tough enough to take a beating once a day, I guarantee you a special rate of just one contribution point."

Yang Chun lowered his voice and grinned hideously.

"Uh..."

Ma Xingyuan's radiant smile froze instantly, then he lowered his head with a bitter expression.

How could a loose cultivator like him possibly stand against a group?

He was destined to take this loss.

"Alright then! Senior Brother Yang, the two of us will join the Ten Thousand Laws Society and are willing to hand over the contribution points."

Li Yunjing agreed with a beaming smile.

Not a hint of displeasure could be seen on him.

However, Li Yunjing sneered inwardly; who knew what the situation would be like in a month?

He would take things one step at a time.

If he managed to find outside help or encountered some stroke of luck within this month, he naturally wouldn't need to play along with Yang Chun anymore.

"Hmm! Li Yunjing, is it? You're very sensible. Work hard! It's not like you have no chance of being promoted to the outer sect in the future."

Seeing the two newcomers submit, Yang Chun smiled slightly, clasped his hands behind his back, and led his subordinates toward the other newcomers.

Within the Menial Hall, anyone without a background was subject to their exploitation.

Watching the backs of Yang Chun and his men, a cold glint flashed in Li Yunjing's eyes.

"Brother Ma, let's disperse! Let's go back and cultivate separately. After running into such bad luck, I've lost the mood to chat."

After a long while, Li Yunjing said indifferently.

"Disperse! Disperse! Tasks are assigned the day after tomorrow; I hope we can work together."

Ma Xingyuan hung his head and said listlessly.

Having gone through such an ordeal, Li Yunjing and Ma Xingyuan had lost all interest. After agreeing to help each other out in the future, they returned to their respective dwellings.

Li Yunjing returned to his room and didn't dwell on the small episode with Yang Chun.

Right now, thinking about that was useless; it was better to seize the time and use the remaining day and a half to cultivate diligently.

Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Li Yunjing slowly emptied his mind, bringing his entire being into a state of clarity.

Using the Qi-refining techniques from the Divine Firmament Jade Records, he began to guide his breathing. Streams of primordial energy entered through his mouth and nose, traveled down his throat, and finally settled into his lungs.

This natural primordial energy of heaven and earth was inhaled and exhaled within his lungs; the pure energy flowed from his lungs into every part of his body and every organ, churning incessantly.

As for the impurities, after being processed by his lungs, they were expelled as a single breath of turbid air.