After the negotiation ended, the two parted ways.
Lu Jun went straight to a dimly lit secret eting room.
Inside the eting room, the leader who had previously co to inspect the base was surprisingly sitting at the front.
Listening to Lu Jun’s report, he was silent for a long ti, finally letting out a sigh:
"This is not a healthy way of cooperation. We lack extraordinary power of our own. Even if it’s not efficient, it’s still better to hold in our own hands. Relying on others everywhere is not the right way."
Lu Jun remained silent, as he was rely a small negotiator, such matters of national significance were not his place to speak on.
The leader, in a flat tone, instructed: "The harvest from this base is not insignificant. Call them and say our plan can begin."
...
Y City, Qianyun Temple.
Normally, the gates of Qianyun Temple were open, but recently they had closed early.
In the backyard of the temple, a faint explosive sound of air could be heard.
A white-haired Daoist, standing straight as a great dragon, moved with the fluidity of a dragon. With every gesture, an overwhelming sense of power emanated.
Stepping on the Bagua, his palm moved like a swimming dragon. With a casual grab, like an eagle snatching a rabbit, a fierce claw force rushed forth, like an eagle soaring through the sky.
This person was the Temple Master of Qianyun Temple, Ye Yunqing, and the cultivation technique he displayed was passed down to him by his previous master.
According to the scriptures, this cultivation technique could unblock the Eight Extraordinary ridians, directly stepping onto the cultivation path.
"Chi!"
Ye Yunqing moved with agility like a crane spreading its wings. As his form expanded, he was already several ters away, each move combining strength and gentleness, even capable of producing terrifying sonic booms.
Even the most agile monkeys could not match his speed at this mont.
The fiercest wolves and tigers could not match his strength either.
"Well done!"
Beside him, a middle-aged Daoist who was receiving Ning An and his fellow apprentice watched in a trance.
After Ye Yunqing finished this set of movents, he couldn’t help but praise loudly.
Then, he followed his master’s example, practicing in the backyard.
"Hoo..."
Ye Yunqing exhaled, his breath white as silk, lingering for a long ti, his face rosy, entirely different from his previously aged appearance.
For practitioners of Daoism, they understand their bodies better than ordinary people. He could feel an indescribable airflow moving through his ridians, circulating in one cycle, adding a bit more vitality to his body.
"The revival of Spiritual Qi signals the coming of a great era."
He wiped the sweat from his body, filled with genuine emotion.
"Bang bang bang!"
Just as he put down the towel, preparing to point out so flaws in his apprentice’s movents, a knocking sound echoed.
It was the dead of night, and the surroundings were silent, making the sound of knuckles against the wooden door particularly loud.
"A visitor in the middle of the night, who could it be."
Ye Yunqing, holding a flashlight, opened the temple gate and saw the deputy president of the provincial Daoist Association, Zhu Chenghou.
He wore a suit, with a slender build, slicked-back black hair, and gold-rimd glasses, not looking like a Daoist at all.
Seeing Ye Yunqing, he smiled and spoke: "Daoist Ye, I’m sorry for disturbing you at such a late hour."
"What do you want."
Upon seeing him, Ye Yunqing’s face imdiately turned cold, standing in the doorway without any intention of inviting him inside.
Toward Zhu Chenghou, he held no fondness, only dislike.
For years, Zhu Chenghou had been dedicated to comrcializing the Daoist temples, with his mind only focused on making money.
For temples unwilling to cooperate, he either mocked them openly or resorted to underhanded tactics behind the scenes, using various underhanded thods repeatedly.
Cutting Daoist stipends, notifying last minute etings, a myriad of vile acts, too nurous to count.
Moreover, the temple where Quan Xiaobai’s master once resided was signed off for demolition by this bastard on behalf of the Daoist Association.
Letting soone like him inside made Ye Yunqing feel as if his life was wasted!
Zhu Chenghou seed oblivious to Ye Yunqing’s murderous gaze. He instead smiled, pulling a finely crafted invitation from his pocket: "Daoist Ye, I know you don’t like , but today I’m here for soone else’s request. Please take a look at this invitation first."
"Swoosh!"
Ye Yunqing, without hesitation, opened the invitation. Printed on the cardstock inside, it summarized a single ssage:
From 9.27 to 9.30, Maoshan, Dragon Tiger Mountain, and Gezao Mountain will jointly host a ceremony, inviting him and his disciples to attend.
"This..."
Ye Yunqing’s face showed shock as he read the contents again to confirm he hadn’t misread.
With a serious expression, he asked: "What is the scale of this ceremony, who will be invited?"
Zhu Chenghou replied truthfully: "Unprecedented! All disciples who have been initiated will be invited."
"Such a large-scale ceremony hasn’t been seen in over a decade. Why suddenly host it this year!"
Ye Yunqing stared intently at Zhu Chenghou, trying to find an answer on his face.
Zhu Chenghou didn’t seem embarrassed, just chuckling: "Daoist Ye, I would like to know as well. But I’m just a ssenger, and I’m not clear on the specifics. I just need a word from you, so I can report back, will you go or not."
"..."
Ye Yunqing remained silent for a while, then replied: "Please convey to the Grand Master that I will definitely attend on ti."
"Great, that’s all I need to hear. I won’t bother you any longer, Daoist Ye."
Zhu Chenghou smiled faintly at his response and turned to leave without hesitation.
Closing the temple gate, Ye Yunqing held the invitation, returned to his room, and under the light, read it over and over. Finally, he sighed deeply:
"Such tumultuous tis, such tumultuous tis."
...
anwhile, Ning An negotiated the reward with the officials, inford his master and junior sister, and returned straight to Changchun Temple.
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