"Just a gate will do."
Clearly, Bai Qianshuang only wished to leave a mark of the Yuxu Sect within the Tianxuan Continent.
Ye Chuan gazed at the determination in her eyes. After a moment of silence, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
"Alright then. If we're going to build it, let's do it properly. Not just a gate, but the entire sect. We'll rebuild it from the ground up."
Bai Qianshuang looked up abruptly, a glint of pleasant surprise flashing in her eyes. She hadn't expected Ye Chuan to agree so readily.
"But..."
She hesitated, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.
"On the Tianxuan Continent, there might still be remnants of the Qingyun Sect. Besides, rebuilding a sect requires significant expenses..."
"Resources are not an issue." Ye Chuan wagged his finger. The billions of spirit stones and thousands of cultivation technique scrolls from the Qingyun Sect's treasury were sitting in his storage space—more than enough to support the initial construction of a sect.
"As for the remnants, it’s the perfect opportunity to wipe them out completely and save us trouble in the future."
He paused, then reached out to ruffle Bai Qianshuang's hair.
"Where would you like to build it? How about near Xuanjing City? It has the highest foot traffic, which would make recruiting disciples convenient."
Bai Qianshuang nodded gently, nuzzling her cheek against Ye Chuan’s palm. The affection in her eyes seemed ready to overflow and melt everything around her. "Mm... whatever you say..."
After settling Zi Ning'er's remnant soul, Ye Chuan took Bai Qianshuang and stepped back into the Tianxuan Continent.
Tianxuan Continent, here we go!
A few days had passed, and Xuanjing City remained as bustling as ever. However, the topic of conversation in the streets and alleys had shifted from "the destruction of the Qingyun Sect" to "the exposure of the Qingyun Sect's true demonic nature."
Just as Ye Chuan and Bai Qianshuang appeared in Xuanjing City, they heard cultivators discussing loudly in a nearby tea house.
"Have you heard? That Soul Refining Hall in the Qingyun Sect contained the remnant soul imprints of over ten thousand cultivators! Those they branded as demonic cultivators were almost all refined into spiritual liquid by them!"
"Exactly! My senior brother went to explore the Qingyun ruins. He came back saying the scene was too ghastly to look at—bones were piled up like mountains inside the bronze cauldrons!"
"Before, I thought that mysterious senior was too ruthless. Now it seems he was acting on behalf of Heaven! A demonic path like the Qingyun Sect deserved to be exterminated!"
"And the Yuxu Sect—what an injustice! They were slandered as a demonic sect, and their name was only cleared after the Qingyun Sect was destroyed!"
Upon hearing the name "Yuxu Sect," Bai Qianshuang's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, her fingertips trembling slightly.
A voice came from beside her.
"Isn't that a good thing? I didn't expect the Yuxu Sect's name to be cleared so quickly."
Ye Chuan smiled; he hadn't anticipated this outcome either.
Bai Qianshuang covered her mouth, tears glistening in her beautiful eyes. She, too, had never imagined that the injustice suffered by the Yuxu Sect would be washed away.
The world finally knew the truth about the Yuxu Sect. Her fallen senior brothers and sisters no longer had to bear the stigma of being a "demonic sect."
The thought made Bai Qianshuang so emotional that she crouched down, her shoulders trembling.
Seeing this, Ye Chuan bent down and gently patted her shoulder, whispering softly, "It's all in the past now."
Once Bai Qianshuang finally managed to compose herself, Ye Chuan looked around and pointed to a nearby tea house.
"Let's go inside and sit for a while. We can listen to the latest news while we're at it."
Bai Qianshuang nodded gently.
The two entered the tea house and found a seat by the window.
At the next table, cultivators continued their discussion. A white-haired old man sighed:
"Now the entire East China Divine Continent is grateful for the kindness of that mysterious mighty figure and Saintess Bai Qianshuang. Many cultivators are saying they hope the Yuxu Sect can reappear in the world and continue the glory of the righteous path."
"Reappear? That's easier said than done... The Yuxu Sect has already been wiped out," a young cultivator next to him remarked.
Hearing this, Bai Qianshuang looked as if she wanted to speak, but Ye Chuan pressed his hand over hers to stop her.
After drinking tea for a while, Ye Chuan led Bai Qianshuang out. Since they planned to rebuild the Yuxu Sect, they needed to make some preparations.
At the very least, they needed a plot of land, didn't they?
This was Xuanjing City's territory, after all, so Ye Chuan decided to go directly to Zhao Hongyuan.
Holding Bai Qianshuang's hand, Ye Chuan walked toward the City Lord's Mansion.
With the news of the Qingyun Sect's destruction and the Yuxu Sect's exoneration spreading across the continent, Zhao Hongyuan, as the City Lord of Xuanjing, surely knew the inside story. Asking him to coordinate the land was undoubtedly the fastest method.
Outside the City Lord's Mansion, the guards saw that Ye Chuan and Bai Qianshuang were dressed extraordinarily well. Although their auras were restrained, there was a faint oppressiveness about them. Not daring to neglect them, the guards hurriedly went inside to report.
Moments later, Zhao Hongyuan personally hurried out to welcome them, a respectful smile plastered on his face.
However, upon seeing Ye Chuan, Zhao Hongyuan froze for a second.
"Grandmaster... you've changed back?"
"Let's talk inside."
In the reception hall, after taking their seats, Ye Chuan pointed to the young woman beside him.
"Yuxu Sect, Bai Qianshuang."
He stated her name openly. Zhao Hongyuan was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something.
His eyes widened.
"Grandmaster, it was you... You destroyed the Qingyun Sect?"
"Just a casual matter."
*Just a casual matter?!*
Zhao Hongyuan stammered, unable to speak, his hands beginning to tremble.
"Grandmaster, your purpose for coming this time..."
"To rebuild the Yuxu Sect." Ye Chuan lifted his teacup and took a light sip.
"Qianshuang and I want to establish a base for the Yuxu Sect near Xuanjing City."
Zhao Hongyuan suppressed his shock and immediately nodded. "The Yuxu Sect has been cleared of false charges; it is only right that it be re-established! Sir, this act is a blessing for the righteous path!"
He continued, "The mountain range in the southern suburbs of Xuanjing City is a treasured land of feng shui! It backs onto a branch of the spirit vein, has abundant spiritual energy, and boasts open terrain with an excellent view. It is most suitable for establishing a sect!"
He paused, then added:
"Not only that, the City Lord's Mansion is willing to provide full assistance! Spiritual materials, craftsmen, materials for the sect-protecting formation—just say the word, Grandmaster, and I will have people prepare them immediately!"
He wasn't joking. Being able to build a relationship with a mighty figure like Ye Chuan was a massive opportunity for Xuanjing City. Let alone providing land and assistance, even if he had to give up half the City Lord Mansion's resources, he would do so willingly.
Furthermore, Ye Chuan possessed forging skills that even the Holy Lands had to respect.
Hearing this, Bai Qianshuang nodded slightly to Zhao Hongyuan.
"Thank you, City Lord Zhao."
Ye Chuan looked at Zhao Hongyuan's eager demeanor and smiled. "Then we thank City Lord Zhao. We just need to trouble you to gather some reliable craftsmen to build the sect halls."
"No problem! Leave it to me!" Zhao Hongyuan patted his chest in guarantee.
"I will arrange it right away. Within a few days, craftsmen and materials will be gathered in the southern suburbs!"
He looked at Bai Qianshuang and said respectfully, "Rest assured, Saintess, I will ensure the Yuxu Sect's mountain gate is built with grandeur and dignity!"
"Thank you." Bai Qianshuang hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.
She wasn't entirely clear on what Ye Chuan had done in Xuanjing City previously, so she naturally didn't know that Zhao Hongyuan and Ye Chuan were actually acquaintances.
The rebuilding of the Yuxu Sect was now right before their eyes.

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