In True Abode Hall, Xu Xuan, Wang Xiwei, and Wen Si'an sat around a table, sipping spirit tea.
More than a month had passed since Li Jinzhi's visit. Xu Xuan had not told anyone about Liu Xiaowen's situation, saying only that he was still traveling abroad. He had also handed the Rain Master Codex over to Wen Si'an.
"So, junior brother, you intend to organize a competition to spur everyone in the sect onward?"
Wang Xiwei looked at Xu Xuan and took a sip of spirit tea, curiosity in his voice.
"Precisely."
Smiling, Xu Xuan looked at his senior brother and said:
"It would be a good opportunity for our disciples to test themselves against one another. The sect will award prizes for the spell duels to encourage everyone."
"We can also hold contests in Pill, Artifact, Talisman, and Formation Arts and other disciplines. The Scripture Repository has some basic texts at the fetal breath and Qi refining levels, but few people are willing to study them. With sufficient rewards, we won't lack people willing to learn."
"And if anyone shows exceptional talent, we can promote them rather than leave their gifts buried. That gives us considerably more flexibility."
Hearing this, Wen Si'an nodded and said:
"Most disciples have very little Dao merit saved up. They prioritize exchanging it for Qi refining cultivation methods and protective spells, with little left over."
"Gao Xia mentioned this to me not long ago. Perhaps we could establish a new rule allowing them to borrow texts on these auxiliary arts and owe the Dao merit for the time being. If they place in the competition, their debts could be waived outright, with prizes awarded on top of that. More people would be willing to try."
"After all, some disciples who make little headway in