The Master Plan

On a mountain shrouded in misty clouds.

Han Tianque's face was ugly as he stroked his not-too-long goatee beard while pacing back and forth in a pavilion.

"Oh no, what should be done!"

"We're doomed, utterly doomed!"

Subsequently, he cast his gaze towards Ye Bei to one side and hurriedly asked, "Disciple, how many more spiritual treasures do you still have on hand?"

"Why don't you divide yours among your master first to make up the amount?"

"After all, I figured that it's impossible for you to gather a thousand or eight hundred before you die. Why not resolve your master's situation first then talk about it?"

Upon hearing those words.

Ye Bei's face was uglier than even if his mother had died.

"Master, even if I give you my two or three, how would that help when the deadline has long passed?" Ye Bei said with a black face: "If not for that senior possibly not keeping us in mind and temporarily forgetting about us, it would have been our time of death. But which day he remembers this matter, it will be our end."

Speaking of the deadline.

The master and disciple who owed an enormous debt instantly had faces ashen as if lifeless.

"Alright, stop nagging!"

Guan Yunpeng said with a black face from the other side: "You master and disciple have only yourselves to blame for courting disaster by insisting on charging into an iron wall. But why am I, Guan Yunpeng, implicated when I didn't provoke anyone? It's really befriending the wrong people!"

"Truly, bad friends bad companions, bad friends bad companions!"

"Hmph, all you do is complain without knowing that no one could have expected this!" Han Tianque shouted with a black face: "Rather than complain, it'd be better to think of ways out."

"Ways out? Who the fuck has any ideas?"

Guan Yunpeng shouted: "Forget about the matter of us breaking the senior's roof tile. Just the thousand or eight hundred spiritual treasures your darling disciple owes, even if your ancestors pull together everything for eighteen generations it still wouldn't be enough. What ideas could there be?"

"That's enough, since all paths lead to death, why keep frightening ourselves like this? Might as well directly find that senior with the few spiritual treasures still in hand." Ye Bei said matter-of-factly: "With the right attitude and if he's in a good mood, perhaps a path of survival can still be obtained."

"Not bad, I agree with what your disciple said."

Guan Yunpeng also said: "I've interacted with that senior more than either of you. He still has a forgiving heart towards juniors. With the proper attitude, there's still a chance."

"Fine!"

After analyzing, Han Tianque gritted his teeth in agreement.

Because there really was no other way now. No escaping that senior's palm, and having to keep frightening themselves daily, might as well directly face things.

After the three discussed matters.

They brought all of their net worth with them towards Pingjiang City.

Martial Arts Hall

Yi Feng was starting the plans to establish a sect.

Although Yi Feng hadn't gone to visit the sects of this world, but he had watched many movies and read many novels about them in his past life.

So he organized his thoughts.

Firstly, how to accept disciples?

It seemed that besides coercion and deception, there was no other way.

Therefore, the sect had to at least look prestigious, or else with one look that it's just a few grass huts people definitely wouldn't want to join.

So, visual impact was something that had to be done well.

Step one: a gate that looks tall and prestigious, an awesome statue.

Yi Feng already had solutions for this. Just spend more money to build the gate taller, and deal with the statue even more easily, just carve a damn dragon and place it in the sect's center.

Step two: the sect must appear misty and ethereal.

Yi Feng also had solutions for this. He planned to utilize chemical principles from his past life to make some smoke and fog effects for the sect, just like stage effects it shouldn't be a problem. Whether it's spiritual qi or something isn't important, the key was to just have the visuals.

Step three: the sect's scripture pavilion.

This was also essential. Fortunately Yi Feng was an intellectual in his past life. He planned to randomly write some chicken soup for the soul, passages from Laozi or Mencius, and stuff them inside. As for whether people could gain insights from them, that really couldn't be said for certain.

Step four: the back mountains and forbidden areas of the sect.

This was also very necessary to demonstrate the sect's foundations. As for what was inside the back mountains, that wasn't important. So Yi Feng planned to capture some wild beasts to place inside to periodically roar, making it look prestigious.

Step five: the sect guardian spirit beast and trump card master.

But after thinking for a long time, Yi Feng was very reluctant to choose a method. That was to treat that snail as guardian spirit beast. After all no one else had seen the likes of it before, such a huge snail might really be able to awe people. As for trump card master, Yi Feng planned to select Lu Benwei. Revealing his skeletal head later should also be able to frighten people.

Aside from those things, there were also some other miscellaneous things like residences, public areas, training grounds, etc.

Finally, the most important thing was that after people became disciples, you'd still have to teach them something right?

Teach them to cultivate?

That obviously wouldn't work this lifetime and was never going to happen. Revealing the trickery as soon as starting instruction.

Therefore, Yi Feng thought about it and decided to build off his own strengths.

For example, for newly entered disciples he could first teach them music, chess, wine brewing, sculpting and so on. He could also pretend it was for self-improvement and nurturing their nature to aid in increasing their cultivation bases.