"Senior brother, Central Continent is in need of manpower, you can leave me here."
Shortly after entering the South Domain, Su Changqing stopped and spoke.
Although this place was still some distance from the Little Immortal Sect, it posed no risk for him to return on his own.
Bo Gu nodded, then looked gravely towards the Divine Fortune Platform emerging in the distant sky:
"Junior brother, three months from now at the Division Platform, if you have the time, you should go take a look."
"There are tens of thousands of Confucian scholars, occupying a division platform is not a major issue, but I am worried... that the one who ascends to the top might belong to the Imperial Court Faction."
Hearing this, Su Changqing nodded.
While on the journey, Bo Gu had already informed him of the significance of the Division Platform. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
In fact, Confucian scholars are not worried about occupying the platform, but are concerned about who ascends to the top.
The literary conference is approaching, and there is division within the Confucian path.
At this critical moment, if someone from the Imperial Court Faction ascends, then the already weak Confucian Immortal lineage will face even more difficulties.
At that time, with just a little publicity from the Imperial Court, students joining them will be as numerous as the carp crossing the river.
"Rest assured, senior brother, within these three months, I will strive to reach the pinnacle of the divine spirit."
Su Changqing spoke softly, feeling a sense of urgency within.
Due to the special Meridian Union Technique and the high-quality spirit seeds, the spiritual qi he needs for cultivation is ten or even dozens of times that of others.
He stayed in the Immortal Spirit Sect, which claims to have the most spiritual power in the world, for nearly a month, yet only managed to fill twenty spiritual apertures.
If he wishes to fill all three hundred and sixty apertures, the required spiritual qi will be immense.
He is not confident about reaching the pinnacle of the divine spirit within three months, he can only try his best.
Otherwise... he can only regretfully miss the opportunity to gather the strongest divine form through the fortune of heaven and earth.
"During these six months, you need not worry about the Holy Academy; the teacher’s natal word will temporarily stabilize the chaos."
"As for the literary conference in six months..."
Bo Gu glanced deeply at Su Changqing, speaking softly,
"Shu Han and I, will await you in Central Continent to oversee the situation!"
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
After Bo Gu left, Su Changqing continued on his journey, and after nearly two months, finally returned to the Little Immortal Sect once again.
Seeing the majestic entrance of the sect before him, Su Changqing felt a long-lost sense of ease.
It was a sense of safety he hadn’t experienced while traveling outside.
"I wonder if Teacher Wu has returned."
"Is the resource tower in the sect open now?"
"If it’s not open, it would be troublesome, where would I find so many resources needed for cultivation..."
Absent-mindedly stepping into the sect, Su Changqing was preoccupied with where to procure resources.
He hadn’t realized it before, but now, after breaking through his cultivation, he understood just how important resources are to a cultivator.
"Strange, why does the Little Immortal Sect seem much quieter?"
Walking on the path back to the small peak, Su Changqing looked at the unusually silent sect, puzzled.
Previously, although there weren’t many disciples in the Little Immortal Sect, he could always encounter quite a few along the way.
But today, he walked quite a distance without seeing a single person.
With doubts in his heart, Su Changqing returned to the small peak.
Similarly, there was no one on the small peak; Xuan Qingzi, Fu Bo, Wu Yong, the teacher... none were present.
Su Changqing frowned and turned towards the main peak of the Martial vein.
That place usually had the most disciples, he wanted to find someone to ask what was going on.
However, before he could reach the Martial peak, five or six people hurriedly emerged from the entrance of the Little Immortal Sect.
These individuals were covered in blood, their clothes in disarray.
One of them was even carrying an unconscious disciple, his injuries appearing to be severe.
"Damn the Demon Race, they went too far using human wave tactics!"
"Damn it, the Sect Leader has already called for reinforcements from other sects in the South Domain, this humiliation must be avenged!"
"Let’s not talk about it now, quickly send Brother Song to Danfeng, if we’re late, he might not survive!"
The group cursed anxiously, rushing towards the main peak of the alchemy vein.
"Demon Race? Calling reinforcements? Have they gone to war with the Demon Race?"
Su Changqing’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly followed the few people ahead to Danfeng.
But upon arrival, Su Changqing understood why no one could be seen elsewhere in the Little Immortal Sect.
At this moment, the large square of Danfeng was filled with densely packed disciples of the Little Immortal Sect.
Without exception, all were injured; the mild ones coughing blood, the severe ones unconscious.
Many had broken limbs, clutching their severed parts, waiting for the elders to heal them.
"Elder, please help me, I keep vomiting blood!"
"Move aside, take a Hemostatic Pill for the bleeding, there’s no time for such minor injuries now!"
"Save my junior brother first, elder, his internal organs are shattered, if not treated soon it’ll be too late..."
The square was filled with cries of anguish, elders and disciples alike on Danfeng were overwhelmed.
Even if they did not rest for a moment, they couldn’t save so many injured at the same time.
"Elder! Where is the elder!"
"Save my junior sister first, she was poisoned by the You Lin Python, she can’t hold on any longer!"
Just as Su Changqing hadn’t recovered his composure, a familiar figure, face full of blood, came rushing while holding a woman.
Su Changqing furrowed his brows, stepping forward.
"Elder Sun, quickly, take a look at my junior sister!"
Mo Xiong hurriedly approached a familiar elder with the woman in his arms, asking anxiously.
"Don’t worry, I’ll take a look."
Elder Sun examined the woman’s purplish-black face with a frown, mana flowing as he carefully checked her condition.
Mo Xiong watched nervously from the side, not daring to breathe.