UGB Chapter 1949 The Decision of a Half-Saint!
Chapter 1949 The Decision of a Half-Saint!
"Reporting to the Supreme Elder and fellow elders!"
Just now, two Foundation Establishment disciples of the Bixiao Sect accidentally wandered into the depths of Bixiao Lake.
Upon discovering this, the disciple dealt with the two individuals and cleaned up all traces.
"Our sect's whereabouts have not been exposed."
The black-robed Golden Core cultivator spoke respectfully as he recounted the events in detail.
He deliberately omitted the fact that he had released the golden-scaled python, which attracted the disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect—
He was well aware that the sect was currently in a difficult situation and strictly forbade disciples from acting on their own or causing trouble.
If the Supreme Elder and the other Nascent Soul True Monarchs were to find out that he was the one who caused this,
They will certainly be severely punished.
After understanding the whole story...
The worries in the hearts of the Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the main hall instantly dissipated, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, they were just two Foundation Establishment disciples from the Bixiao Sect, not powerful figures from the Cultivator Association who came after them. It was a false alarm."
"yes!
As long as we don't expose our tracks, that's fine. We can't afford any more trouble now.
"···"
Similar thoughts quietly flashed through the minds of the Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the main hall.
Then,
The Supreme Elder of the Rongshen Immortal Sect, seated on his throne, slowly waved his hand, his tone calm:
"You can go down now."
But remember to keep a low profile in the future and avoid causing unnecessary trouble.
If your negligence exposes the sect's whereabouts, don't blame me for being ruthless.
"Yes, disciple understands!"
This disciple will certainly be more careful with his words and actions from now on, and will never dare to cause any more trouble for the sect!
The black-robed Golden Core cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, quickly bowed, and then turned and hurriedly left the main hall.
They dared not linger for even a moment.
After the black-robed Golden Core cultivator left the main hall...
The main hall became lively again.
The Nascent Soul True Monarchs all spoke up, discussing the sect's current situation, their tone filled with anxiety and confusion.
A Nascent Soul True Monarch, dressed in a white Taoist robe and with an aged face, spoke first, his tone urgent:
"Elder, most of our hidden 'seed' disciples have now submitted a joint petition, requesting the sect to make a decision as soon as possible."
Or should we accept the censorship of the monks' association?
Or should we continue to hide?
What should be done about this?
We humbly request the Supreme Elder to make the final decision!
"Not bad!"
Another Nascent Soul True Monarch, dressed in a red Taoist robe, echoed this sentiment, his tone tinged with worry.
"If this continues, there may be internal strife."
Those promising young disciples are full of youthful vigor; if they see no hope for the future, some may inevitably develop disloyal intentions.
They even betrayed their sects and joined the Cultivator Association.
At that time, my sect will truly be completely hopeless.
We urge the Supreme Elder to make a decision as soon as possible!
A Nascent Soul True Monarch dressed in a blue Daoist robe pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness, yet also a touch of determination:
"In my opinion, it would be better to accept the review by the Cultivators' Association."
In this way, our sect's disciples will still have hope of continuing their path to immortality.
Although most disciples are sent to the front lines to fight the demons after being investigated, there is still a chance to reduce their service time!
If we elders lend a hand, and use some of the remaining resources of the sect, we can save most of the disciples...
There shouldn't be any problem.
"That makes sense."
Another Nascent Soul True Monarch nodded, his tone heavy.
"Although we old guys have reached the Nascent Soul stage, our chances of survival are slim if we're sent to the front lines."
They will most likely have to fight the demon race to the death until they perish.
But if they are lucky enough to survive, they can regain their freedom hundreds of years later.
In that time, we will be able to provide a safe haven for future generations and continue the lineage of our sect.
However, if they continue to hide, even with the sect's foundation, without the influx of fresh blood, the sect will only decline further.
With such continued suppression by the Cultivator Association, the extinction of their lineage is only a matter of time.
While some Nascent Soul True Monarchs agreed to accept the review by the Cultivator Association, others naturally held differing opinions.
A Nascent Soul True Monarch, dressed in a black Taoist robe and with a sinister face, suddenly spoke, his tone firm yet tinged with resentment:
That's not how you say it!
You still have a chance to regain your freedom, but the Supreme Elder has no hope!
Five hundred years of service time, not fifty years.
The Supreme Elder is now at the Half-Saint realm, and his lifespan is already running out. He simply cannot live to see the day he regains his freedom.
Without a semi-saint level expert to oversee things, even if my sect manages to continue its lineage, it can only survive in the cracks.
How can one survive in this dog-eat-dog world of cultivation?
He paused, then continued, his tone tinged with a mixture of hope and expectation:
"If my sect's disciples have to rely on the whims of the Cultivator Association and live at the mercy of others, then I would rather continue to hide and wait for the right time."
I simply don't believe that the Nascent Soul cultivator of the Cultivator Association really doesn't want to ascend to the Spirit Realm.
As long as he wants to ascend, whether he succeeds or not?
Whether the ascension failed or not, for us...
These are all excellent opportunities to restore the glory of the sect.
"With the remaining resources of the sect as our support, gathering our old members and restoring the sect to its former glory will not be difficult at all."
"If we hand over the sect's foundation now, what chance will we have of rising to power in the future?"
Moreover, without sufficient capital, how can one restore the orthodox tradition?
Another Nascent Soul True Monarch echoed, his tone tinged with worry.
"By extension, it is impossible for a Nascent Soul cultivator of the Cultivator Association not to eliminate any threats that hinder the Association's rule when he is about to ascend to immortality."
To put it bluntly, an uncontrollable half-saint level expert is his biggest hidden danger.
He will definitely try every means to get rid of the Supreme Elder.
"At that time, my sect will truly be finished."
"Not bad!"
Another Nascent Soul True Monarch spoke, his tone pertinent.
"I also disagree with accepting the monks' association's review at this time."
We should at least maintain a wait-and-see approach for a period of time.
Not long ago, didn't a group of junior cultivators in the Qi Refining stage go to the branch of the Cultivator Association for review?
We can wait and see if the Cultivator Association will truly pardon the crimes of our sect's disciples as stated in the announcement.
Will they really be given another chance to continue their immortal journey?
If the Cult of Monks harbors ill intentions, we can respond promptly.
It won't necessarily lead to utter ruin.
"I agree as well."
A white-haired Nascent Soul True Monarch spoke slowly, his tone steady.
"It would be too risky to hand over the sect's foundation right now."
The slightest misstep could lead to utter ruin.
It would be best to wait a few years and see the Monks' Association's attitude before making a decision.
"This is a wise and mature opinion, and it is indeed the case..."
"No!"
Just as everyone was discussing this, a Nascent Soul True Monarch dressed in a purple Taoist robe suddenly spoke up.
His tone was firm, with a hint of urgency.
"I am aware of the concerns of the elders, but time is not on our side now."
What if, during this period of observation, that Nascent Soul cultivator finds a clue and tracks us to our hiding place...
Then all hope will be completely dashed.
and so!
We can't gamble.
We cannot gamble with the entire lineage of our sect.
He took a deep breath and continued, his tone earnest:
"Elder, fellow disciples, I believe it is best to accept the review by the Cultivator Association."
Firstly, as Elder Liu said, we cannot gamble.
Although we had cleaned up all traces before leaving the sect,
But the wind leaves its mark, and the wild geese leave their calls.
Besides,
That Nascent Soul Venerable possessed boundless supernatural powers and unpredictable methods. No one knew what strange methods he had that allowed him to track down our hiding place.
That's something none of us can deny.
"Secondly, although once we Nascent Soul True Monarchs are investigated, our chances of surviving on the front lines are slim,"
But with the Supreme Elder around and his care, our chances of survival will increase considerably.
of course,
Once a Supreme Elder is investigated, he is very likely to lose his freedom and be closely monitored by the Cultivator Association until his lifespan is exhausted.
But to put it bluntly, have you ever considered who truly has freedom in the face of a Nascent Soul Venerable?
Who possesses true authority?
So, whether or not one has freedom, it's really the same thing.
"Could it be that the disciples of those cultivator associations dare to give the Supreme Elder a hard time?"
This is simply impossible.
In this world of cultivation, the strong are ultimately respected.
The Supreme Elder is a half-saint realm cultivator. Even if he loses his freedom, his deterrent power still exists, and ordinary cultivators in the Cultivator Association dare not provoke him easily.
Besides, there is still a chance for things to turn around.
If the Supreme Elder could break through to the Nascent Soul Realm before his death, the situation would be completely different.
To restore the sect to its former glory...
That's merely a matter of the Supreme Elder's whim.
"If we're lucky..."
If that Nascent Soul cultivator from the Cultivator Association successfully ascends to the Spirit Realm, then this behemoth power that unites the human race will ultimately fall into the hands of the Supreme Elder.
Bad luck!
With our Supreme Elder here, even if we are not free, it is not difficult to pass on the sect's traditions.
Taking all the above into consideration, this elder believes that accepting the review of the Cult of Monks is the best course of action.
And the sooner the better.
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his tone carrying a hint of questioning:
"Besides, do you want to continue living like this, hiding and living in fear?"
We old folks can endure this, but those young 'seed' disciples, their path to immortality has only just begun.
Must they live their entire lives in hiding and fear?
For a time,
Inside the main hall, cultivators from both factions expressed their opinions, each holding their own viewpoint, and the debate raged on.
Both sides have their own reasons, and neither can convince the other.
Those who agree to accept the review value the continuation of the sect's tradition and the future of its disciples;
Those who oppose the investigation value the safety of the Supreme Elder and consider it a crucial asset for the sect's future rise.
With the two sides deadlocked, the atmosphere inside the hall became increasingly tense.
The Supreme Elder, seated on the highest throne, seemed completely unconcerned, calmly observing the arguing crowd below.
His expression was calm, neither sad nor happy.
Even though people talked about how his lifespan was short, and how he would lose his freedom once he was investigated...
His expression remained completely unchanged.
It was as if the people were talking not about him, but about an insignificant stranger.
Just as the Nascent Soul True Monarchs inside the main hall were arguing heatedly, their faces flushed and the debate reaching a breaking point...
The Supreme Elder of the Rongshen Immortal Sect finally frowned slowly.
He gave a low shout:
"quiet!"
As they were speaking,
An immense and unparalleled pressure instantly erupted from his body.
It swept through the entire hall like a tsunami.
The oppressive aura was far stronger than that of ordinary Nascent Soul True Monarchs. Even the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators in the main hall felt suffocated, stopped their arguments, bowed their heads, and dared not utter another word.
The once noisy hall immediately fell silent, with only the heavy breathing of the crowd remaining.
Immediately,
The Supreme Elder, seated on his throne, remained calm, his gaze slowly sweeping over the assembled Nascent Soul True Monarchs below.
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority:
"How many of the 'seed' disciples currently hidden in various places have jointly submitted a petition requesting the sect to make a decision?"
Upon hearing this,
The Nascent Soul True Monarch responsible for contacting "seed" disciples in various regions quickly stepped forward, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting:
"Reporting to the Supreme Elder, according to the information I have received recently, about 90% of the 'seed' disciples who are hiding in various places have jointly submitted a letter requesting the sect to make a decision as soon as possible."
Or should we accept the censorship of the monks' association?
Either present a clear, hidden plan to give them hope.
With this remark,
The Supreme Elder, who had been completely indifferent just moments before, finally showed a flicker of emotion in his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.
Obviously,
He hadn't expected that so many "seed" disciples would sign the petition.
This was indeed somewhat unexpected.
This also made him realize that the sect could no longer afford to delay and a decision had to be made as soon as possible.
Then,
The Supreme Elder suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and continued to ask, his tone still calm:
"What is the current situation of those junior cultivators in the Qi Refining stage who went to the branch of the Cultivator Association for investigation not long ago?"
Has any news come in?
"Reporting to the Supreme Elder,"
The Nascent Soul True Monarch in charge of liaison bowed again and said respectfully,
"According to information from our informants in the Monks Association branch, although those juniors successfully passed the investigation and were not directly convicted, they have been secretly watched and their movements have been restricted."
If I'm not mistaken, the cultivators secretly watching our sect's younger generation are likely from the local cultivators' association, their aim being to track us down through these juniors.
"..."
As the Supreme Elder continued to question, the Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the hall gradually understood his decision and fell silent.
They remained silent, awaiting the Supreme Elder's final decision.
as predicted,
A moment later, the Supreme Elder, seated on his throne, slowly spoke, his tone firm, each word clearly resounding throughout the entire hall:
"I have decided to hand over the sect's secrets and accept the review of the Cultivator Association."
"For you all..."
...(End of this chapter)