Over a Month Fleeting By Is This Cultivation World All So Cautious

Heavenly Sword Sect.

Council Hall.

Sect Master Li Canglan sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

"Bang!"

Third Elder Liu Yuan slammed his palm on the table, causing the teacup to jump and tea to splash all over the table.

"This is too much!"

"That ungrateful wretch, Zhao Feng! The Heavenly Sword Sect raised him for over a hundred years, and he turns around and cripples Li Mo!"

Fourth Elder Sun Jing sneered, "It was obviously Wu Shan who crippled him. If he sought revenge against Wu Shan, no one would say anything, but what grudge does he have with Li Mo?"

"Li Mo merely took over his position, and he strikes so ruthlessly?"

The angrier Liu Yuan got, the more he paced back and forth.

"Li Mo's dantian is shattered, his limbs are broken. A dignified outer sect elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect has now become a beggar! Where does that leave the face of our Heavenly Sword Sect?"

At this moment, First Elder Zhou Hai suddenly spoke up, "Wasn't Zhao Feng's dantian shattered by Wu Shan? How did he become a Golden Core cultivator in the blink of an eye? Can one still break through to the Golden Core realm with a shattered dantian?"

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The several elders looked at each other in dismay; no one could answer this question.

They had lived for over a hundred years, but they had never seen anyone able to cultivate again and break through after their dantian was shattered.

First Elder Zhou Hai lowered his hand that was stroking his beard, his voice deep. "I don't think this is Zhao Feng's own ability. There's probably an expert behind him."

Who was this expert?

Third Elder Liu Yuan stopped cursing, and Fourth Elder Sun Jing also fell silent.

Sect Master Li Canglan put down his teacup. The bottom of the cup tapped against the table, making a soft sound.

"Where is Zhao Feng now?"

Sun Jing spoke up, "At the foot of Qingyun Mountain. He set up a gate right next to that ant grave and is guarding the door for someone."

Liu Yuan's mouth twitched.

"A Golden Core ancestor, guarding a door?"

"Guarding a door is putting it nicely."

Sun Jing's tone was complex. "He guarded that grave for seven days for that person, and went from a cripple to a Golden Core cultivator. Once word of this got out, Qingyun City went crazy."

"These past few days, many people have run to the foot of the mountain, wanting to offer incense at that ant grave and pray for good luck."

"With Zhao Feng guarding there, most people can't even get close, so they just kowtow from afar."

Liu Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.

Back then, when they heard that Zhao Feng was guarding a grave for an ant, they had laughed at him behind his back.

A dignified peak Foundation Establishment cultivator wearing mourning clothes for an ant—he had completely disgraced the Heavenly Sword Sect.

And now?

That ant's grave was almost becoming a popular pilgrimage site.

The hall fell silent again.

The few people looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Sect Master Li Canglan swept his gaze around, his tone flat.

"Tell me, what should we do."

Third Elder Liu Yuan opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Go to Qingyun Mountain to demand an explanation? He didn't dare.

If a Golden Core cultivator like Zhao Feng obediently guarded the door for someone, the person on the mountain, even if not a Nascent Soul expert, was at least at the grand completion of the Golden Core realm.

As an early Golden Core cultivator, going there would be seeking death.

Fourth Elder Sun Jing lowered her head, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and didn't speak.

Second Elder Chen Song hadn't spoken a word from the beginning, just sitting there like a block of wood.

Finally, First Elder Zhou Hai sighed.

"The weak are prey to the strong. Just accept our bad luck."

He glanced at his own hands.

Those hands had cultivated for over a hundred years, from Qi Condensation to Foundation Establishment, from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core. Every step had been taken with trepidation, as if walking on thin ice.

He had finally become a Golden Core ancestor and still had a lot of good life to enjoy.

To offend an unfathomable existence for the sake of a Li Mo?

It wasn't worth it.

Sect Master Li Canglan nodded, then shook his head.

"It's not convenient for us to step forward, but we can't just let this matter rest. I think it's better to report it directly to the Biluo Sect."

Third Elder Liu Yuan raised his head. "Will the Biluo Sect care? They usually don't interfere in the struggles of the subordinate sects, and even enjoy watching them."

Li Canglan smiled. "They don't care about our struggles because they're afraid we'll grow too strong and threaten their position."

"But now, the person on Qingyun Mountain is an existence who can turn a cripple into a Golden Core cultivator. Do you think the Biluo Sect will be able to sit still?"

Third Elder Liu Yuan's eyes lit up, and Fourth Elder Sun Jing put down her teacup, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.

Second Elder Chen Song raised his head and finally spoke his first words.

"The Sect Master's words are reasonable!"

Li Canglan stood up and straightened his robes.

"I will personally make a trip to Cangwu Commandery."

He walked to the door, stopped, and looked back at the council hall.

"During the time I am away, manage the disciples well. No one is allowed to approach Qingyun Mountain."

"Yes."

...

Earth Saber Sect.

Council Hall.

"This is too much!"

"Lawless!"

"Where is that Zhao Feng now?"

"At the foot of Qingyun Mountain!"

"..."

"Forget it!"

"Report it to the Biluo Sect..."

...

"Master, open your mouth!"

Liu Ruyan held up a cleanly peeled piece of green tangerine, her tender little fingertips stained with crystal-clear juice, and without a word of explanation, she tried to stuff it into Lin Yan's mouth.

Lin Yan smiled bitterly, tilting his head back.

"Master won't eat anymore, Yan'er, you eat it!"

Liu Ruyan pouted, put her hands on her little hips, and glared at him angrily. "Hmph! Master, you've had enough too, right?"

"You buy green tangerines every few days. Can't you change to another kind of fruit?"

"If I keep eating them, I'm going to turn into a tangerine sprite!"

Lin Yan touched his nose guiltily.

"Next time for sure, next time for sure."

"Hmph! That's what you said last time!"

Liu Ruyan shoved the green tangerine into Lin Yan's hand and stomped her foot angrily. "Eat it yourself. I'm going to cultivate!"

"If I come back and find out you secretly threw all the tangerines away, I'll never peel tangerines for you again!"

After saying that, the little girl turned and ran. After taking two steps, she didn't forget to look back and make a funny face, then skipped into the east wing.

Lin Yan watched her back and shook his head helplessly.

This little girl was getting more and more lawless now.

A month had passed, and she had long lost the restraint and vigilance she had when she first came up the mountain. She completely treated this place as her home and treated Lin Yan as a family member she could act spoiled with.

It could even be said that the little girl had completely adapted to her identity as Liu 'Founding Chief Disciple and Beloved Apprentice' Ruyan.

Thinking of the little girl's angry look just now, the corners of Lin Yan's mouth turned up slightly.

He turned to look at his second disciple, who was standing in a stance in the courtyard.

Ye Xiaoqin was standing in a horse stance, his legs trembling slightly, his forehead covered in sweat, but his back was straight and motionless.

But just now, when the eldest senior sister was lecturing the master, he couldn't help but secretly curl the corners of his mouth.

"What are you smiling at? Stand properly!"

Lin Yan put on a stern face.

"The cultivation method you are practicing is the most orthodox external martial art. It emphasizes a mind as still as water and a body as solid as a rock! Your mind is already flying away, so what are you still practicing?"

"Disciple knows his mistake." Ye Xiaoqin lowered his head and admitted his mistake in a low voice.

"I punish you to stand for another two hours. If you slack off, I'll punish you to eat all the remaining half bag of green tangerines, not leaving a single one!"

"Ah?"

Ye Xiaoqin's little face instantly wrinkled into a ball, like a frostbitten eggplant.

"Yes... Disciple obeys!"

A month had passed, and Ye Xiaoqin had also completely adapted to life in the Tianyan Sect.

Although he was still a bit shy and restrained, in front of Lin Yan, he gradually revealed the appearance a child should have.

Or rather, he had similarly adapted to his identity as Ye 'Youngest Disciple and Lowest Status' Xiaoqin.

Looking at his bitter expression, Lin Yan could not help but chuckle.

He was happy that his two disciples were growing closer to him.

After all, humans are social creatures. Having transmigrated here to an unfamiliar place, it was quite nice to have two obedient and sensible disciples by his side.

He leaned back in his rocking chair, crossed his legs, and silently muttered in his heart.

"Open the system panel."

A blue light screen unfolded before his eyes.

[Strongest Sect System 2.0]

[Host: Lin Yan]

[Cultivation: 149 Years]

[Sect: Tianyan Sect]

[Sect Level: Two-Star Sect]

[Sect Territory: Ten-mile radius]

[Sect Master Traits: Guard the Mountain Gate, Law Follows the Word]

[Sect Scale: 3/5 (Inner Sect) 1/10 (Outer Sect)] (Click to view disciple information)

[Sect Points: 1750]

[Disciple Trait Library: Empty]

[System Shop: Click to view]

[Sect Buildings: Sect Core, Skill Transmission Hall, Dao Enlightenment Tree, Practice Pavilion (To be activated)]

A month had passed. Gaining four years of cultivation every day, his cultivation base had accumulated to a terrifying one hundred and forty-nine years!

The lifespan of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was at most 200 years, which meant he was currently equivalent to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage?

Lin Yan shook his head; he was not entirely sure.

His own cultivation realm seemed completely out of place in this world.

There was another thing Lin Yan could not figure out.

"How strange... Why hasn't there been any movement from the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Earthly Saber Sect?"

It has been a whole month!

Their outer sect elders were beaten half to death and thrown at the city gates to be humiliated as beggars, yet these two sects surprisingly had no reaction whatsoever!

Logically speaking, shouldn't beating the young draw out the old?

Why aren't they following the usual routine?

He thought he was keeping a low enough profile, but it seemed those two sects were turtling even harder than he was!

"Zhao Feng, come up here for a moment!"