Regardless of how things were on the outside, on the island where Su Shuanghe's detached residence stood, peace and leisure still prevailed. With nothing much to do, the two men gathered once more to drink tea and wine. Yu Ci, as the guest, kept a rather low posture, and regardless of whether it was genuine or not, the two of them could be considered to be getting along pleasantly.
Su Shuanghe did not hesitate to offer guidance. "Little brother intends to re-establish a mountain sect. This matter is even more difficult than founding a sect from scratch, so you must mentally prepare yourself. While cultivation is certainly important, you must have reserves in terms of foundational resources, interpersonal networks, and reputation and fame. However, in my view, the most indispensable thing of all is still boldness... You must have the boldness to carve out a path of blood!"
"Oh? I ask the Crane Sorcerer to enlighten me."
Leaning on his seniority, Su Shuanghe chuckled and said, "Has little brother ever read those sect histories? Apart from things as illusory as immortals bestowing scriptures and Daoist enlightenment coming from the heavens, what do they record other than clearing away thorns and warding off outer daos? As for those 'thorns' and 'outer daos', to put it bluntly, that means blood!
"To say nothing of others, take the Shangqing Sect of back then... Your esteemed sect's founding patriarchs, such as Wang, Wei, and Yang, arrived in the northern lands. Taking the Blackwater River as their boundary, they subjugated the mountain spirits and nether ghosts of all four directions, erected stone tablets, and opened up the mountain. At that time, millions of northern demons came surging forward. Who would have thought that 'a single scroll of the Yellow Court Scripture would scatter form and