Generations of Disciples

"With your strength, Senior Brother, you are absolutely capable of entering the Seeking Dao Mountain."

The junior brother raised his head, looked at his senior brother, and spoke firmly.

The Daoist priest smiled calmly upon hearing this, "If one cannot enter the Seeking Dao Mountain, then traveling the world and becoming a wandering physician is not necessarily a bad thing."

"I do know a little about pharmacology."

Now, he's become much more accepting of things.

Having spent so long cultivating oneself in the mountains, coupled with considerable personal experience, one has long since developed a calm and detached nature.

"As for you, you're still a bit too impatient. You should know not to force things."

The Daoist priest gave instructions to his junior brother as they walked towards Zhen'an Pass.

Once they turn back and leave this place, the two will have to part ways, so as not to affect their junior brother's training.

The main reason we traveled together was because we were worried about encountering any demons or monsters along the way.

Fortunately, the journey was relatively peaceful.

The junior brother nodded slightly upon hearing this, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Senior brother, do you think there are cultivators here?"

"On the way, I heard people talking about the rumors outside Zhen'an Pass. It was originally a place of towering mountains, but a demon used Move Mountains technique to level all the mountain peaks."

"Finally, a celestial sword fell from the sky, its power astonishing."

When he arrived, he had not only heard these rumors, but he had also seen the huge lake outside with his senior brother.

I didn't see anything specific, but I did notice that the lake was indeed very large, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The middle-aged Daoist priest pondered for a moment upon hearing this, then shook his head. "This matter is still unknown. From what I've heard, the battles between those fellow Daoists were quite fierce."

"However, the timing matches the change of dynasty in the Great Jin Dynasty, so it should be true."

"But there shouldn't be any cultivators here, since there's nowhere peaceful left around."

The junior brother doesn't know that much yet; he doesn't even know where his sect is.

The middle-aged Daoist priest knew more, knowing that those who cultivate immortality generally do so in quiet places.

The surrounding area doesn't look like a tranquil place, so it's unlikely that there would be any cultivators here.

"It's a pity. I heard that the disciples here suffered greatly due to the previous demonic calamity. I wonder how they are now."

The middle-aged Daoist suddenly remembered some news from his sect about this place.

That happened a long time ago.

I heard that during the Great Zhou Dynasty, this place was littered with corpses, and many fellow Daoists from my own sect and others came to help.

Hearing from his own sect that since that battle, many sects in Jade Void Mountain and Jade Willow Mountain had suffered heavy losses.

There weren't many cultivation sects here to begin with, and with several layers of disciples gone, the situation naturally deteriorated every day.

On the other hand, in their Northern Liang region, there are quite a few cultivation sects. Nowadays, each sect has at least one fourth-generation disciple, and some even have seven or eight generations.

It seems that the sect disciples on the Great Qian side have only existed for two generations.

It's worth noting that even in the mortal realm, there are families with four generations living together, but in a cultivation sect, there are only two generations of disciples, which is truly quite tragic.

"Alas, the disciples of the Daoist Sect are dying out one after another."

A young Daoist priest standing nearby nodded in agreement upon hearing this, which amused the middle-aged Daoist priest watching from the side.

"Cultivate diligently, for the next generation of disciples in the Daoist Sect will be you."

The Daoist patted his junior brother on the shoulder and then strode away.

After that, the two pretty much went their separate ways.

Arriving in such unfamiliar territory, the young Daoist priest was not afraid.

To mortals, nations have national borders, but to those who cultivate immortality, there is no national division between them, and the same applies to those who cultivate immortality.

Coming here for training will broaden his horizons and prevent him from rejecting this place simply because it is not Northern Liang.

If that's truly the case, then with such a mindset, one is destined to be unable to become a disciple of the Daoist Sect.

"Take good care of the mountain gate. I need to go to Ancient Cloud Temple to pay my respects to Fellow Qianji."

Before Yingping Peak, Fang Zelin gave some instructions to the medicine boy, then rode away on a cloud.

After the incident with Northern Liang, Fang Zelin pondered for a moment and decided to go and see Fellow Qianji, taking advantage of the latter's ability to observe the stars at night.

Let's see how the world is faring.

After flying for most of the day, Fang Zelin finally saw the Ancient Cloud Temple in the distance.

Although it was his first time here, Fang Zelin figured the location of the Ancient Cloud Temple was correct, based on what he knew beforehand.

After getting closer and taking a closer look, confirming that it was indeed the Ancient Cloud Temple, Fang Zelin immediately landed.

"Is Fellow Daoist Qianji in the mountains? I have come to pay my respects."

Fang Zelin spoke loudly, and then landed in front of the mountain gate.

Ancient Cloud Temple is located halfway up the mountain, not on the peak.

However, the surrounding mountains are extremely steep, and there is no road leading in.

Only by flying to this place can one see dozens of houses scattered on the mountainside, with the main hall in the middle.

The Daoist temple is built against the mountain, with cliffs below.

The faint sounds of monkeys and birdsong could be heard, echoing far and wide among the mountain peaks, making the place seem very remote and spacious.

Upon hearing the sound of people paying their respects at the mountain, the disciples of the temple immediately ran out.

Upon seeing that the visitor was Fang Zelin, they immediately bowed respectfully to Fang Zelin as juniors.

"So it's Senior Fang Senior Fang. Please come in and have a seat. My master is in the temple right now; I'll go and fetch him."

The disciples of the temple had seen Fang Zelin before, so they recognized Fang Zelin at a glance.

Fang Zelin nodded slightly upon hearing this, "Thank you for your trouble."

As he spoke, he followed the disciples of Ancient Cloud Temple toward the mountain gate.

Unlike Jade Void Mountain, the architecture of Ancient Cloud Temple has a rather serene and tranquil feel.

Jade Void Mountain, on the other hand, evokes a sense of grandeur and righteousness.

Perhaps due to the differences in their architecture and locations, they give people somewhat different feelings.

This was Fang Zelin's first time visiting the Ancient Cloud Temple. He looked around a few times before being led into the main hall by the Ancient Cloud Temple's disciples.

"By the way, how's that ferret spirit in your temple doing?"

Fang Zelin thought for a moment, realizing that the ferret spirit had been brought to the temple by the other party and was being tempered with alchemical fire.

I wonder if they've managed to refine the Human Race Karmic Fortune yet?

"The Human Race Karmic Fortune has already been almost completely refined by the snow ferret spirit. It won't be easy to extract it now. Right now, the snow ferret spirit is still being tempered in the Pill Furnace. My master said that it will probably need to be tempered to the bone before the Human Race Karmic Fortune can be extracted."

"Why"

Upon hearing this, the disciple leading the way sighed and shook his head.

Fang Zelin was stunned upon hearing this. Ten years had already passed, and the Human Race Karmic Fortune still hadn't been refined?

No wonder the other fellow cultivators thought it would be better to just kill the ferret spirit.

Suffering such great torment, with no end in sight, the pain here is not something easily endured.