The Seven Elders of Qingyun looked at each other, wondering if they should carry on the tradition or not.
Destroy completely!
Qingyunzi glared fiercely at the third guy. If it weren't for this guy's laziness, there wouldn't have been any mistakes this time.
What should be changed?
Anyway, they can just keep things as they are. When they leave in the future and only Zhang Yang is left, they can think about changing anything they want. At that time, they won't be bothered.
And now, all the burdens have fallen on their shoulders!
Exuding great enthusiasm, he walked a few steps towards Qingyunzi and looked at him intently: "Master, I know your determination to seek enlightenment is strong. Ascending to the celestial realm has always been your goal.
Even if the master sets aside all the affairs of the sect, over these years he has only reached the stage of the "incarnation" realm.
Why?
Even though the master had extraordinary talent and a firm determination to seek enlightenment, he still lacked sufficient resources for cultivation.
If there were enough spirit stones and elixirs to take, the master might have already achieved enlightenment by now, wouldn't he?
"Suppose after the reform, there are sufficient magical essences and precious stones available for the master to use in his cultivation, and other resources for cultivation are constantly replenished. Would the master still be willing to carry out the reform?"
The long-kept calm state of Qingyunzi's spiritual realm couldn't help but be disturbed for a moment, but he said nothing.
He has lived for hundreds of years. How could he easily give up his past way of life?
Zhang Yang turned his head to look at the second man in his right hand, and asked, "Uncle Ling Yun, you are a sword practitioner. For sword practitioners, the most important thing is to practice swordsmanship. Usually, you cherish your flying sword very much, almost treating it as your wife. But over the years, 'Second Aunt' has been with you. She has never had a chance to enjoy any precious resources. She's just plain bland and tasteless. Don't you feel sad about this?"
The man in the green robe rubbed his fingers and remained expressionless.
"Brother Third, do you wish to have an endless supply of rare medicinal herbs for your alchemy?" Zhang Yang smiled and looked at Brother Third.
The third uncle grinned. He practiced the art of elixir cultivation and was deeply devoted to alchemy... Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent Zhang Yang to open the mountain gate this time.
"Brother No. 4, I've heard there's a beauty-preserving pill that can keep one young forever. However, this beauty-preserving pill is quite expensive; each pill costs over a hundred thousand spirit stones." Zhang Yang looked at the woman in green and shook his head, sighing.
The woman in green sighed, her sorrowful gaze turning towards Qing Yunzi.
Qingyunzi's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. The Qingyun Sect was so poor that it simply didn't have over ten thousand spirit stones to purchase the beauty pills.
He gave Zhang Yang a fierce glare. He should have refused to take this boy as an apprentice in the first place.
Zhang Yang approached the man in black and slapped the table, asking, "Fifth Uncle, all day long you just use that rag paper that's hard enough to wipe your bottom to draw the seals. Does that justify the use of your magical instrument-level brush?"
From his actions, it's obvious that he's not used to treating his uncle with such casual familiarity as he would with his other uncles.
The fifth uncle chuckled and extended his hand to Zhang Yang: "Then how about you give me something good? You really don't have a care in the world. The worst kind of talismans at Qingyun Market cost one hundred spirit stones each. How many sheets of rough paper do I need to buy to get just one of the worst talismans?"
Even if it's just using a piece of rough paper to draw the symbols, it still has some effect for ordinary people.
However, it can only bring in a small amount of money.
Zhang Yang shook his head. He knew that Fifth Uncle was engaged in the business of making money. With so many people involved, it would be extremely difficult for them not to become rich!
"So, that's why we need to reform!" Zhang Yang nodded emphatically, his gaze sweeping over the last two people, and then returning to Qing Yunzi. "Master, the problems of the Qing Yun Sect are already urgent. Reform is absolutely necessary."
The eyes of everyone else were all focused on Qingyunzi.
Qingyunzi touched his chin and remained silent. He neither denied nor agreed.
Zhang Yang was deeply distressed: "Master, if you manage to reach the end of your cultivation and successfully ascend to the celestial realm and meet the patriarch of the celestial realm. They will ask you how the Qingyun Sect is doing now. How could you tell them that the disciples have become so poor that we can no longer even accept new members? The Qingyun Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will end up with only a few people left?"
Can you say that without hesitation?
Even if you don't ascend to the celestial realm, and eventually pass away, and meet those ancestors who did not ascend in the underworld, what would you say to them?
As the current leader of the Qingyun Sect, you bear the greatest responsibility for the current situation of the sect.
"Now the disciple is willing to take the place of the master and lead the Qingyun Sect in reform and salvation. But the master actually refuses to agree?"
Zhang Yang stood at the moral high ground and launched a barrage of criticism at his master.
Because, he was also forced into it.
All day long, I'm cultivating my qi, but my progress is like that of a turtle moving slowly - the more I practice, the angrier I become.
At this rate, even if we keep training for another several hundred years, we probably won't achieve any results. We'll just die of old age in our pursuit.
More importantly, several senior members of the Qingyun Sect clearly stated that it was Zhang Yang who would become the next leader of the sect.
When the few senior members ascend to the afterlife or pass away, the entire Qingyun Sect will only have one person left... Zhang Yang thought of that desolate scene and shuddered in fear.
At that time, of course, it was Zhang Yang who had the final say. But, have all these centuries been wasted?
Another situation is that several experienced individuals possess great skills and should have contributed to the reform, but instead they chose not to, which is truly a pity.
The other several brothers saw that Qingyunzi was being relentlessly attacked by Zhangyang with continuous attacks. They were all a little surprised and were observing Qingyunzi's expression.
They know exactly what kind of power this head elder brother possesses. If he were to turn against them, they wouldn't be able to handle it.
Although Qingyunzi had no expression on his face, by observing the bulging veins in his fists, one could tell what was going on in his heart.
He was cursing in his heart: "This brat! If it weren't for his sudden whim at the beginning, how could we have taken him up on the mountain?"
This is a naughty son I've taken in!
After a long while, Qingyunzi managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "This reform..."
Zhang Yang made a decisive gesture with his hand: "Master, you don't need to worry about anything. Just go into seclusion. When you next emerge from your seclusion, you'll be able to see the result."
"Ha ha, okay, then I'll go into seclusion for a year!" Qingyunzi gritted his teeth. "After a year, if I don't see any results, you can imagine how I'll deal with you!"
Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow: "One year? After half a year, Master will already know the outcome of the reform!"
"I'm going to retreat for half a year!" Qingyunzi turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait a moment!" Zhang Yang shouted urgently.
"What for?" Qingyunzi glared fiercely at Zhangyang and asked.
Zhang Yang burst into laughter and extended his hand to Qing Yunzi: "Master, for the success of the reform, please give me the headmaster's token! I need the greatest authority of the Qing Yun Sect!"
Although the Qingyun Sect is poor, it still has its foundation.
These treasures can only be accessed with the master's token.
Qingyunzi gave a cold chuckle and casually threw a token over. Then he vanished in a flash.
He directly gave the headmaster's token to Zhang Yang.
The other几个人 looked at each other, wondering if this was an early transfer of power?
Zhang Yang didn't flinch either. He calmly put away the token and smiled at the white-clad woman sitting at the back, saying, "Uncle Seventh, I would like to see the financial situation of the Qingyun Sect."
The ledger of Qingyun Sect is kept by Seventh Elder. Usually, it is she who is in charge of the accounting.
Seventh uncle chuckled. He tossed the troublesome matter to Zhang Yang like a hot potato, saying, "Here you go. I don't want to deal with this nonsense. Spending all day trying to scrape together just a few spirit stones won't solve anything. It'll just cause everyone to complain!"
Just at this moment, there was a commotion heard outside the main hall.
Several people were momentarily stunned. It was because the Qingyun Sect was accustomed to its secluded and quiet environment. The sudden arrival of someone was somewhat unexpected for them.
Immediately after that, they realized that these were newly recruited disciples, and they must have run from the mountain gate to the main hall.
"Those you recruited, handle them!"
The six people all said in unison and threw a sentence at Zhang Yang before quickly flying away.
Zhang Yang walked out of the main hall of the sect, looking at the few people who had already reached the square first. A strange smile appeared on his face: "Ten years! I've been waiting for a full ten years! Finally, I'm going to truly start my journey of cultivating into an immortal!"
Living outdoors in the wind and rain, meditating to cultivate energy - can that be called practicing alchemy?
That's the life of a savage!
"Let me show you how to cultivate the Tao!"