Chapter 1: Feitianmen

It was winter and the snow was falling.

Feitian Gate.

An instructor with a haggard face and wearing a gray Taoist robe stroked his goatee.

"Ever since the loss of Taohuawu, we have been adhering to the principle of peace and repaying evil with kindness for many years. That is why we have been at peace every year and have never fought again."

"If the sect wants peace, it must rely on the state of etiquette and win the favor of all the sects! Only in this way can everyone be convinced and there will be harmony inside and outside."

"What Instructor Wang said makes sense, but I don't quite agree with the idea of ​​repaying evil with virtue and valuing peace."

Ye Yang glanced at the dripping icicles on the eaves that were as thick as a fist. He agreed on the surface and did not argue, but he was worried in his heart.

"If repaying evil with virtue and valuing peace can solve the problem, why would the human race be conquered by other races year after year, lose millions of miles of territory, and pay tribute of all kinds of natural treasures every year?"

"For example, why did Feitian Sect offer the sacred land of Taohuawu as tribute and pay annual tribute to Wudu Sect?"

"In the end, it's because my Feitian Sect is too weak. We don't have a real person to suppress the fate of the sect, and we don't have disciples who have awakened their Dao bodies. We are naturally inferior to others."

Thinking of this, he felt heavy-hearted. At this moment, the head teacher Wang said again: "When you go back, you should think more about my knowledge today. Feitianmen will still rely on you in the future."

Returning to the old house, Ye Yang felt more and more depressed the more he thought about it. This Wang Yan was an instructor that the sect had just recruited a few days ago.

He has rich theoretical knowledge, but his practical skills are mediocre. He often says weird things and always uses conciliatory strategies. There are already many people in the sect who oppose him.

Ye Yang was a grassroots civil servant in his previous life. He died unexpectedly one day, and when he woke up he found himself reincarnated into this fairy world.

He was not gifted, nor was his constitution strong, but he was born with wisdom and early awakening, and coupled with his hard work in training, he also had the fate of [perseverance].

Only then can he firmly occupy the first echelon position among the disciples of Feitian Sect.

Cultivation is a hard job. Most people give up when they can’t see the goal. Not many people can stick to it every day.

However, after these specific realms were turned into numbers, they gave him a clear goal and enabled him to persevere.

If you persist day by day and make progress every day, you may not see the difference in one or two days, or in three or five months, but in eight or ten years, the gap will definitely become bigger and bigger.

But this world is not safe. Demons are rampant and wars are rife.

There was a Sky-Devouring Demon Lord who ate all the babies in a city in one night.

There were also great monsters that spread their wings, blocking out the sky and the sun. Wherever they passed, volcanoes erupted and magma spread for thousands of miles.

There are also countless strange immortals and evil gods who treat humans as livestock and devour them at will.

"Human life is like an ant, and the weak cannot even see tomorrow's sun."

Ye Yang clenched his fists, feeling an indescribable sense of urgency.

"Life is fleeting like a white horse passing by. If you want to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and live forever, you can only -"

"Practice!"

He had seen the fragility of life in his previous life, and in this life he knew even more how precious life was. He vowed to live forever and watch the vast ocean flow.

Ye Yang flicked his fingers and a steel knife fell into his palm.

The ordinary steel knife was no longer ordinary in his hands. The blade light exploded, emitting a cold and ferocious glow.

Soon, a layer of white frost had condensed on the ground.

Ye Yang put away his knife and stood up, exhaling a breath of white air. Suddenly, a roaring sound like that of an ox or a toad came from his body.

The white air came out of his nose and shot out more than ten feet away.

Wind and Frost Sword Skill: Minor
Progress: 93%
Next step: Great success

[Perseverance, wield the knife 5,000 times a day, persist for three months and you will succeed.]
Ye Yang finished swinging his sword and kept an eye on the progress of his cultivation. At this moment, a voice came from outside.

"Good swordsmanship. This Fengshuang swordsmanship focuses on the meaning of vicissitudes of life, desolation, poverty and hardship. It is extremely difficult to practice. I didn't expect that you are almost perfect."

"The sect has spread the rumor that you practice diligently, and it really lives up to your reputation. There are few people of your age who are so hardworking, and you are indeed the most persistent one."

He practiced continuously for ten years without a single day of rest, and his willpower and endurance were amazing.

Ye Yang is a little famous. But that person sighed!

Hard work may be effective in the early stages, but in the later stages, it will take more than just hard work to make a breakthrough.

Even if a person has all kinds of abilities, what good is that? In the end, he cannot defeat fate.

Before Ye Yang turned around, he already knew who was coming and said with a smile:
"Uncle Bai, why are you here?"

The man who came was wearing a green robe, had a short stature, a wisp of beard, and limped on one leg. The cuffs of his sleeves were black and greasy. Snowflakes fell on the greasy area and disappeared in an instant.

Hearing Ye Yang say this, the man spoke.

"You are at the critical moment of awakening your true destiny. Logically, I should not disturb you, but now the sect has collapsed."

"Among the younger generation, Wang Dong has some strength, but he lacks character. He is young and hot-tempered, and tends to go to extremes."

"To put it nicely, Zhang Bu'er is chivalrous and willing to help others. To put it bluntly, he is honest and simple-minded, and has not been polished by the world."

"As for Yan Qingying and her ilk, they are born into ordinary families and lack the foundation. After much thought, I think you have good talent and know how to advance and retreat. I'll have to trouble you to make the journey."

Ye Yang nodded: "Okay, but I don't know why you are leaving the sect this time?"

In Yalong Ridge, the forces are competing with each other, and Feitian Sect can barely be considered second-rate.

However, in recent years, it was first suppressed by the Five Poison Sect and then chased by the Taiyi Qingmen.

A few years ago, the sect’s major stronghold “Taohuawu” was also occupied by bandits, leaving only the main site “Sunset Danxia”, and the situation was difficult.

It would be a stretch to say that he is a third-rate pauper.

Seeing Bai Zizhen's expression becoming increasingly serious, Ye Yang felt uneasy.

He was not afraid of Uncle Bai giving him tasks, but he was afraid of wasting time and missing the time to awaken his true self during the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony.

"It's not a big deal. A few days ago, the Zhang family of Chazi said they had discovered Wufen Water Spiritual Field, but it turned out to be destroyed by a giant crocodile."

After a pause, Bai Zizhen continued speaking.

"The elder of his family has been traveling with the head of the sect for a while and is not with the clan. He is afraid that he can't hold on and hopes that the sect can provide support. In order not to slow down your speed, I have decided to send you a Tuoyun horse."

Ye Yang nodded: "The Tuoyun Horse is fast and stable, and I can practice while walking. Ten days is enough for the round trip."

The Tuoyun Horse can pull loads of ten thousand pounds and travel three thousand miles a day. Since the first ancestor accidentally obtained three of them, they have been bred and improved by the Feitian Sect for several generations, and there are now eighteen of them.

If it goes out, only the sect's top leaders have the authority to drive it.

All the practitioners in the world are divided into different levels, such as Tongqi, warrior, immortal, Taoist, etc.

The levels of ventilation are from one to nine, while for warriors there are early, middle and late stages, as well as the stages of nurturing evil spirits and removing evil spirits.

As for the specific division of the realm of true person, Ye Yang didn't know.

Although the Zhang family of Chazi is the lowest in Yalongling, the highest practitioner in the family has reached the third level of martial arts.

Ye Yang is now at the sixth level of Tongqi realm. In the Zhang family of Chazi, he is just a senior deacon. Why would they let him go?

Thinking of this, Ye Yang already understood in his heart that there must be a deeper meaning behind this.

"Uncle Bai is lying to me and not telling the truth."

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