Power Spreads Across the Seas, Returning to My Homeland

"Those are all top-tier medicinal pills, and a large number of them even possess Pill Patterns—they belong to the realm of legendary divine artifacts."

"To distribute them just like that to those disciples..."

Someone hesitated.

Pill Pattern-grade pills were not cabbages found on the side of the road; they were not something one could just conjure up.

He had never seen a Pill Pattern-grade pill in his entire life, until this very moment.

"If we distribute them like this, wouldn't it be a waste of precious resources?"

Zhang Feng finished speaking with a smile.

Seeing this, the man gritted his teeth and nodded. "Indeed, such precious treasures, if bestowed so easily, would be inconsistent with the sect's rules..."

"Sigh..."

Zhang Feng waved his hand and sighed. "Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be willing to part with them either. But we are at a moment of life and death. If we keep obsessing over useless formalities, I fear we won't even know how we died when the end comes."

"But this is still too extravagant."

"Some of these disciples are ordinary people, and many only possess first or second-grade cultivation."

"This..."

The man wanted to continue.

Zhang Feng raised a hand to stop him, looking at the other party with a solemn expression.

He glanced around the circle and spoke sternly.

"Let this matter be settled as such. Since the Young Sect Master has no objections, then distribute them! After all, when it comes down to it, these are her belongings..."

At this point, Zhang Feng revealed a trace of complexity and helplessness. "Moreover, these disciples have endured immense pressure to remain here at such a time, whether it be from friends and family, their own futures, or the direct threat to their lives."

"These are the people who truly have the sect's interests at heart."

"For this reason alone, we old fellows cannot fail their expectations."

"Otherwise, what difference would there be between us and those traitors who only care for themselves!?"

His words rang out with conviction!

Zhang Feng's meaning was clear!

Since these disciples did not abandon the sect to save themselves at this critical juncture!

Then, the sect would absolutely not let them down!

"It's just some pills, distribute them!"

"Thirty pills per person. Based on their respective cultivation levels, issue fifteen ordinary ones and fifteen Pill Pattern-grade ones!"

"At this stage, there is nothing else to discuss!"

"Eat your fill, drink your fill, and then fight to the death!"

"Since the Three Mountains Alliance dares to provoke our Jingyun Sect, then even if we die, we must make them tremble with fear!"

By the end, Zhang Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent overflowed!

"Then we kill!"

Elder Hao exhaled softly and said decisively.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Liu Yanran and the others nodded gently. Everyone present wore a solemn expression, their fighting spirit soaring.

If nothing else, the supply of these high-quality pills was enough to multiply their combat power exponentially!

"Send the word out: don't hold back on the pills being distributed; use them as soon as you can!"

"Finally, whatever you can't use, don't leave it as spoils of war for the enemy!"

After saying this, Elder Zhang Feng let out a long breath.

Ever since the Young Sect Master went into seclusion, the major affairs of the sect had fallen primarily upon him and Elder Hao.

Wang Xue'er, Liu Yanran, and the others assisted from the sidelines.

This placed them under immense pressure.

However, no matter how great the pressure, they would never surrender without a fight!

Library Pavilion.

Lin Cheng was reading a storybook while sipping tea, looking perfectly at ease.

As for the chaos and tension in the outside world, it did not affect him in the slightest.

In his view, the threat posed by the Three Mountains Alliance was nothing more than child's play.

It wasn't worth a moment of his concern.

His cultivation had now reached the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.

As long as he took one more step, he could attempt to perceive the Great Dao, condense a Great Dao Golden Core, and become a Golden Core Heavenly Monarch.

This chasm, to him, simply did not exist.

Ever since he began practicing the Nine Transformations of the True Spirit, Lin Cheng had never once worried about cultivation bottlenecks.

To put it bluntly.

Even if he lay still for his entire life, sleeping the days away.

He would naturally step into that legendary realm after a few million years.

For him, the increase in strength was merely a matter of speed.

As for where his limits lay?

He didn't know either.

Now, as his strength grew, he felt more and more that the Heavenly Dao was ethereal and unfathomable, and a sense of awe faintly rose in his heart.

It was as if no matter what realm he attained, he remained nothing more than an insignificant mortal ant.

This made Lin Cheng very unhappy.

And so, he practiced even more diligently.

Now, with the supply of a vast amount of medicinal pills, he was getting closer and closer to the small goal he had set for himself.

To become a Golden Core powerhouse!

"Hmph, once I become a Golden Core, there shouldn't be any place in the Southern Region that can threaten me, right?"

"When that time comes, I must go and meet those fellows in the Mist Forest again."

"I was kicked by a hoof last time; this grudge must be settled..."

Lin Cheng was drifting away in his leisurely thoughts.

Suddenly, someone arrived at the Library Pavilion.

"It's that little girl Meng Tangtang again."

Lin Cheng didn't need to use his divine sense to guess who it was.

By now, with some of his affairs coming to light, the upper echelons of the Jingyun Sect had already formed some faint guesses.

The area around the Library Pavilion had basically become a forbidden zone.

Usually, when elders and disciples passed by, they would be extremely cautious, making no noise so as not to disturb that "expert."

Only Meng Tangtang would barge in so brazenly.

To be honest, after spending so much time with Meng Tangtang, he felt as if he had aged quite a bit, as if he were already seventy or eighty years old.

However, according to Lin Cheng's estimation.

Even if he were truly seventy or eighty, given his cultivation, he would likely be no different from his current state.

His heart had grown old.

Or rather, it had matured.

"Phew, Master, Master!"

As soon as she entered the door, Meng Tangtang began shouting at the top of her lungs.

"What happened? Don't be anxious, speak slowly; Master is likely in seclusion."

Lin Cheng helplessly picked at his ear. He had told this girl so many times, yet she remained as impulsive as ever, lacking even a shred of a young lady's reserve.

Lin Cheng felt that he hadn't taken on an apprentice.

He was raising a daughter.

The kind that would never grow up.

It was exhausting.

"Master is in seclusion?"

Meng Tangtang spotted her junior brother sitting leisurely on a recliner reading a book and stomped over toward him.

"Look at you, slow down. The sky isn't falling. Drink a cup of tea first."

Lin Cheng looked up for a moment before immersing himself back into his storybook.

He had just reached an exciting part and hadn't finished reading when this girl interrupted him.

"Junior brother, stop reading! Something big has happened!"

Meng Tangtang downed the entire cup of tea in one gulp and hurriedly shook Lin Cheng again.

"..."

Lin Cheng felt utterly helpless.

"Because of the Three Mountains Alliance?"

"Junior Brother, you actually know about it?"

"I know a little."

Seeing that Lin Cheng was aware of the reason for her visit, the hope that had just dimmed in Meng Tangtang's heart surged once more.

"Tell me quickly, is there a way?!"

"There is, and it's very simple."

Lin Cheng glanced at her. She was at the peak of the ninth grade, and he nodded with satisfaction; it seemed she hadn't been slacking off in her cultivation these past few days.

"What is it?"

"Wouldn't it be solved if the Jingyun Sect produced another Xiantian expert?"

Lin Cheng said nonchalantly.

He then smiled and pointed toward Meng Tangtang: "If I'm not mistaken, Senior Sister, you should already be at the limit of the ninth grade. You should be ready to attempt a breakthrough to the Xiantian realm. As long as you succeed, won't the Jingyun Sect's crisis be resolved immediately?"

Once Meng Tangtang became a Xiantian expert, relying on the advantages of her innate constitution and the Yin-Yang Emperor Scripture, her combat power would rival that of veteran Xiantian experts.

Dealing with the mere Three Mountains Alliance would naturally be a trivial matter.