Rectifying Sect Affairs

"Sit, sit. Let me make this clear first: I'll only lecture on the Dao for ten thousand years, split into five sessions of two thousand years each. How much you gain will depend on your own fortune."

"Thank you, Deputy Sect Leader Uncle-Master."

"Where is White Crane Disciple?"

"Second Master, White Crane Disciple is here." A young disciple hurried in and replied.

"Listen carefully. If someone calling himself Ran Deng comes to Kunlun Mountain in the future, notify Cihang directly. Go."

Qing Xuanzi immediately continued, "Cihang."

"This disciple is here."

"If you receive word from White Crane Disciple, drive Ran Deng out directly. Understand?"

"This disciple accepts the decree."

Guangchengzi's eyes immediately lit up. What was this? Was Deputy Sect Leader Uncle-Master planning to make Cihang the senior sister?

Shouldn't that be the responsibility of him, the senior brother?

Guangchengzi felt a sense of crisis. This is bad. My position as senior brother is at risk.

The other disciples, such as Taiyi and Huang Long, all gave Guangchengzi meaningful looks.

Then they looked at Cihang again, silently wondering, Should the senior brother be replaced?

How could Qing Xuanzi not know what they were thinking?

"Rather than wasting your thoughts on that, put them into cultivation. I asked Cihang to handle this only because among you rookies, she's the only one who can beat Ran Deng."

The disciples were deeply ashamed. So that was the reason—they simply were not capable enough.

Guangchengzi in particular wished he could burrow straight into the floor.

Seeing that he had humiliated them enough, Qing Xuanzi stopped.

Otherwise, none of them would be able to cultivate anymore. Qing Xuanzi would shatter all their Dao Hearts.

"Still, don't worry too much. With me teaching you for ten thousand years or so, I won't say you'll achieve Hunyuan, but reaching Quasi-Sagehood should be no problem."

The moment the disciples heard this, they were invigorated.

Yuanshi, who had been watching from Purple Cloud Palace, did not take it well. His face turned as red as a monkey's backside.

Wasn't Qing Xuanzi's statement indirectly saying that Yuanshi did not know how to teach disciples?

Damn it, Yuanshi had the urge to hit someone.

But after thinking it over, he was probably more likely to get beaten up. He could only turn his anger into motivation and go cultivate.

Yet unexpectedly, someone beside him let out a pig-like laugh.

Without even thinking, Yuanshi slapped Tongtian on the head.

"Third Brother, I may not be able to beat Qing Xuanzi, but I'm still confident I can beat you."

Tongtian deflated. There was nothing he could do; his strength was inferior. Aside from the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, he had nothing impressive to show.

He could not possibly use the Immortal Slaughtering Sword to fight Yuanshi to the death.

"If you two aren't cultivating, get out." One sentence from Hongjun subdued them both.

At Jade Void Palace, Qing Xuanzi set down a rule before beginning his lecture.

"Let's establish a rule. From today onward, none of you may call Intercepting Sect disciples furred beasts or armored creatures. Your master is an elder to the Intercepting Sect disciples. He may say it without issue, but you may not. If I hear anyone say it again in the future, their cultivation will be crippled and they will be expelled from the Elucidating Sect immediately. I keep my word."

At Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun had been about to withdraw his divine sense after suppressing Yuanshi and Tongtian.

But upon hearing the rule Qing Xuanzi had established, he could not help approving inwardly.

This was a good rule. Perhaps he ought to establish one as well.

So he said, "Yuanshi, did you hear Qing Xuanzi's words? Today, I shall set the same rule for you. Do you have any objections?"

Yuanshi was depressed. When he had first heard Qing Xuanzi say that, he had actually been rather pleased.

After all, Qing Xuanzi had not embarrassed him this time.

But now Hongjun on the platform had slapped him across the face.

He could not resist, and he even had to say it was good. It was truly stifling.

"This disciple accepts the teaching."

At Jade Void Palace, once Qing Xuanzi had finished giving his instructions, he began lecturing on the Dao.

This time, he taught the pure Mixed Origin Method.

Qing Xuanzi had long considered it. Whether it was the Elucidating Sect or the Intercepting Sect,

even if he taught them the Mixed Origin Method, he did not fear that the Heavenly Dao would discover it.

Their strength was too weak. Before reaching Hunyuan Golden Immortal, the Heavenly Dao would not be able to tell the difference at all.

After all, before severing the Three Corpses, Immortal Dao was also one branch of the Mixed Origin Method.

It was only after reaching Great Luo Golden Immortal that Hongjun, in order to advance further, had been forced to devise such a shortcut.

Perhaps the Heavenly Dao had deliberately guided him as well.

The only differences were their cultivation principles and their Dao Hearts.

Only after reaching Great Luo Golden Immortal would slight signs begin to emerge.

Qing Xuanzi was confident that he could help them reshape their Dao Hearts within these ten thousand years.

A thousand years later, Qing Xuanzi left behind the words, "Cultivate on your own," and departed.

Not long after Qing Xuanzi left, Ran Deng came looking for them.

But Daoist Cihang, who had just entered Great Luo Mid-Stage, beat him until his face was black and blue, and he left with a dejected figure.

Yet that was not even the worst of his misfortune.

Not long after leaving, he ran into the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Ran Deng could only cry bitterly. The two women stood on either side as referees.

The other ten hulking men treated him like a ball, kicking him back and forth.

That airborne kick into the goal in particular was fucking exhilaratingly painful.

Most absurdly, he had no idea what method the Ancestral Witches used, but they actually sealed his magical power.

After the day-long friendly match ended, the Ancestral Witches departed in high spirits.

They even said that this sort of sport should be held more often.

Ran Deng, meanwhile, was sprawled out like a heap of minced meat, unable to move.

His heart was full of resentment. The attack power was weak, but the humiliation was maxed out.

The resentful Ran Deng left. He truly could not figure out whom he had offended.

He could not even enter the Elucidating Sect, and halfway there, he had been used as a ball for an entire day.

Unable to understand what kind of rotten luck he had stumbled into, Ran Deng could only grit his teeth. I'll join the Intercepting Sect.

The Elucidating Sect won't take me, will it? Once I join the Intercepting Sect, I'll definitely bring a whole crowd to settle the score.

And the Witch Race—you just wait.

After Qing Xuanzi arrived at the Intercepting Sect, his first words were, "Where is Long-Eared Dingguang Immortal?"

"This disciple is here."

"Get out of the Intercepting Sect."

"This disciple is innocent."

"After three breaths, if you are still here, you won't need to get out. You can rest in peace instead."

Long-Eared Dingguang Immortal was frightened out of his wits and fled in a scrambling crawl.

"Deputy Sect Leader Uncle-Master, please allow this disciple to speak."

Qing Xuanzi glared at Duobao, who had spoken. "If you have objections, get out with him."

Duobao shrank his neck and stepped back.

What a joke. Speaking up was one thing, but leaving was absolutely out of the question.

"Who else? Step forward and get out while you still can."

The moment Qing Xuanzi said this, everyone fell silent. What a joke—who would want to leave?

They had finally found such a comfortable nest. No one wanted to go.

"So, no objections? Good. Let's establish another rule: no eating humans. Anyone who has eaten humans gets three breaths from me to leave on their own."

Good heavens, more than half of the several thousand people immediately ran off.

They feared being too slow.

They had heard that this Deputy Sect Leader Uncle-Master was human. He had come to settle accounts.

Duobao and several disciples were utterly bewildered.

What was going on? Had this uncle-master taken gunpowder? Why was his temper so explosive?

He had driven away nearly half of them just like that?

Driven away? In Qing Xuanzi's mind, not a single one of them would escape.

Outside, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were holding something like a demon-revealing mirror and scanning everywhere.

Anyone who triggered a reaction was immediately beaten senseless, with not even their souls left behind.

The first to suffer was that rabbit, which the Ancestral Witches roasted directly.

As for those who came out later, so long as they were some kind of wild game, none could escape the fate of entering the Ancestral Witches' stomachs.

Tongtian in Purple Cloud Palace saw this entire wave clearly.

His heart trembled. Qing Xuanzi's killing intent was far too heavy.

Out of nearly two thousand disciples, not a single one who had tasted human flesh escaped.

All were taken down by the Ancestral Witches. A few even entered the Ancestral Witches' stomachs as extra snacks.

"Third Brother, Junior Brother Qing Xuanzi is helping you clean house. Look at you—what kind of things have you taken in? They're all just wild game."

This time, Yuanshi did not say things like furred beasts or armored creatures. He had switched to wild game.

Tongtian's face flushed bright red as he looked at Yuanshi's smug expression.

If Hongjun on the platform had not been staring so intently with those dead-fish eyes,

he would have long since smacked Yuanshi across the forehead with a sword.

This was too humiliating. What did he mean, all wild game? Did wild game in his family know magic?