Chapter 130
Those eye-watering displays could be overlooked.
But striking out against one’s own people was simply unacceptable.
The dangers of the two factions clashing were so evident that this group of senior brothers had no room for argument.
In fact, it wasn’t just the lecturers; even the Qi Refining stage disciples understood the implications of Zheng Fa’s words.
Some faces showed signs of discontent—after all, it wasn’t just one or two who had ingrained the old grudges between the two factions into their very bones over the years.
Zheng Fa noticed their displeasure.
“From today onward, I will select some students each day to experience the ‘Da Dao Zheng Xian’ (The Great Path to Compete for Immortality),” Zheng Fa said slowly.
Unsurprisingly, he saw a glimmer of desire in the faces of the students.
“But not everyone can participate,” Zheng Fa added with a smile. “I will randomly divide you into several groups, and only the group with the highest score each day will have the chance to experience it.”
The expressions on their faces turned a bit speechless.
Could you be any more obvious?
What do you mean by “random” grouping?
There were no fools here; they all knew that Zheng Fa would deliberately disrupt the factional divisions among the disciples.
“Any objections?”
Seeing their expressions, Zheng Fa’s smile grew even brighter.
He never intended to hide his thoughts—he simply didn’t have that kind of cunning.
But as the saying goes, adults only filter, not educate.
Those who wanted to play the game or improve their practical skills had to embrace his philosophy.
“No!” the group of disciples shook their heads in unison.
This scene left the nearby lecturers feeling a mix of emotions, yet they found themselves at a loss for words.
“Alright, today I’ll first teach you about the Binding Talismans…”
With a wave of his hand, a water screen appeared before everyone.
The figures of several disciples present materialized on the light screen.
“Everyone, look at this junior brother. Right now, he’s trying to draw a Binding Talisman—can you see it?”
“…”
“Can’t see it? That’s right; he didn’t succeed.”
One disciple’s face turned red, seemingly embarrassed, but Zheng Fa didn’t mock him. Instead, he nodded in praise:
“This junior brother’s thought to use a Binding Talisman is quite clever.”
The disciple was taken aback, his embarrassment fading as he began to focus intently.
“The only problem is—this stroke is broken,” Zheng Fa continued. “The essence of the Binding Talisman isn’t difficult, but you must pay attention to two places that are prone to breakage; they must be continuous.”
He noticed that the disciple seemed to be absorbing the information, and with another gesture, the light screen displayed several more disciples, highlighting the most prominent issues.
This method of using examples to explain talisman techniques captivated the group of disciples.
In the past, those senior lecturers would also share some important points about talismans.
But nothing leaves a deeper impression than personal experience.
Moreover, they had just learned that making these mistakes could truly be fatal.
…
As the sun gradually descended, hanging at the horizon and painting the clouds red, everyone realized that Zheng Fa had been lecturing for a full day.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zheng Fa addressed the crowd: “That’s all for today’s discussion on talismans. Fellow brothers and sisters, we’ll meet again next month.”
After he finished speaking, the disciples spontaneously stood up and bowed to him.
To Zheng Fa’s surprise, a few lecturers also stood up.
He felt a sense of satisfaction—at least these disciples recognized his efforts. After returning their bows, he exited the Talisman Pavilion.
The remaining lecturers exchanged glances, momentarily speechless.
They looked at the new disciples, whose faces still bore expressions of lingering excitement, and felt a mix of frustration and shame.
“Why did you stand up and bow just now?” someone suddenly asked the person next to him.
“Zheng Fa gave a great lecture!” the other replied. “He cleared up a lot of my doubts. I saw you nodding along earlier! Shouldn’t we bow?”
“…” The first person’s face turned a bit red. “But he… was a bit too informal.”
“Alright!” Suddenly, an older lecturer spoke up. “Don’t you understand this junior brother Zheng’s character yet?”
“…”
“He plays fair and square, using his strength to pressure others! Not to mention the allure of ‘Da Dao Zheng Xian,’ just look at his skill with the Reflection Talisman and his approach to teaching through the practical performances of these disciples. How is he any less capable than us? He’s more than qualified to be a lecturer; he could easily be the pavilion master if it weren’t for his cultivation level!”
With that, the senior brother sighed, stood up, and walked out, saying, “At least I have no objections to him becoming the pavilion master in the future.”
Watching him walk away, the group of lecturers suddenly felt that the familiar Talisman Pavilion, much like the setting sun, appeared ordinary yet marked the end of a cycle.
…
Zhou Qianyuan walked along the path to the Eighth Peak, his brow slightly furrowed.
He was thinking about the jade tube his master had entrusted to him.
His master had said—if Zheng Fa could bridge the divide between the two factions, he would hand the jade tube over to him.
This left him feeling uncertain.
He understood Zheng Fa’s attitude in the Talisman Pavilion.
Zheng Fa had the courage and was even quite forceful in promoting his ideas.
He believed that in the near future, Zheng Fa could accomplish what his master had mentioned.
What he hesitated over was whether he should hand the jade tube to Zheng Fa right now. After all, Zheng Fa had only introduced the ‘Da Dao Zheng Xian,’ and Zhou Qianyuan wasn’t entirely confident that it could reconcile the two factions.
“Master’s words are too vague,” he couldn’t help but feel frustrated.
As he reached the halfway point up the mountain, he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the hall where his master resided, as if several fellow disciples were arguing about something.
“Add armor! Add armor!”
“Don’t charge in! There’s an ambush!”
“Another one down?”
Amidst the urgent voices, there were also a few outbursts of suppressed curses.
But he didn’t hear Master Pang’s voice.
His master wasn’t there, and these senior brothers were being so unruly?
What puzzled him even more was that Sun Daoyu was squatting at the door, seemingly reluctant to go inside.
“Senior Brother Sun? What’s going on?”
“Oh, Master went to ask the sect leader and learned the ‘Da Dao Zheng Xian,’” Sun Daoyu explained.
“But isn’t that only for Qi Refining stage disciples?”
“As long as you seal your cultivation and spiritual awareness, it’s fine,” Sun Daoyu clarified.
“Then… is Master not inside?” Zhou Qianyuan asked.
“He is! The sect leader specifically instructed that only Master can learn this; it can’t be passed on to us,” Sun Daoyu said regretfully. “Master seems to be having a great time.”
Zhou Qianyuan listened carefully.
Amidst the cursing, there was indeed no sign of his master.
“Didn’t expect Master to have such a good temper…” Zhou Qianyuan remarked. “These senior brothers are shouting and cursing, and he’s not even angry.”
“…” Sun Daoyu looked at him, silent.
“Senior Brother?” Zhou Qianyuan was a bit puzzled.
“Can you guess who they’re cursing?”
“…”
“Master’s talent is already exceptional; how could he coordinate with others? Moreover, he often forgets that he’s still at the Qi Refining stage.”
Zhou Qianyuan still didn’t quite grasp Sun Daoyu’s meaning.
Sun Daoyu used a highly emotional expression: “Master… is a bit too reckless.”
Got it.
He loves to court danger!
Zhou Qianyuan glanced at the main hall and suddenly turned to leave.
“Junior Brother, where are you going?”
“To deliver the jade tube!”
Can ‘Da Dao Zheng Xian’ really reconcile the disputes between the two factions?
From the way Master was willing to endure scolding just to play—he could definitely do it!
…
Zheng Fa was currently hosting a middle-aged cultivator from the Qianhe Sect in the market.
“Qian Zhenren,” Zheng Fa asked with a smile, “How does our Jiushan Sect’s market compare to your sect’s?”
“…” The middle-aged cultivator’s expression darkened slightly, but he still replied, “The Jiushan Sect’s market has transport ships and performances; it’s much livelier than my sect’s market.”
“… I heard that you, Qian Zhenren, want to set up a transport ship as well?”
“… Yes, does the Jiushan Sect have any objections?” The middle-aged cultivator frowned, his resistance to Zheng Fa’s expression growing.
“No objections,” Zheng Fa shook his head. “But I must remind you, Qian Zhenren, that the surrounding cultivators are eager to come to my Jiushan Sect. If your sect sends transport ships, there may not be many cultivators willing to go… you might even incur losses.”
The middle-aged cultivator’s expression grew even darker as he looked at Zheng Fa, frowning. “What does Zheng Zhenren mean?”
“I’m interested in collaborating with your Qianhe Sect,” Zheng Fa clarified his intentions for inviting this person: “You see, the customer flow in the Jiushan Sect’s market is so large; if your Qianhe Sect’s spirit valley could be sold here…”
The middle-aged cultivator’s eyes lit up.
(End of Chapter)
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