Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 762 Refining the Ancient Spiritual Artifact

Ye Jinyuan looked up and saw that his master looked nonchalant. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "The world of immortal cultivation is ultimately based on realm and cultivation... How many sects started from humble beginnings, fought for generations, and sacrificed countless elders and disciples before they had the opportunity to establish a thousand-year-old Taoist lineage."

"If even one generation of sect leaders were slightly less capable, it would be a catastrophic disaster for the sect, and the lineage would likely be lost in the long river of history."

"But ever since Master established the Immortal Sect, he has been a hands-off boss for hundreds of years, never caring about the sect's affairs. All the sect's affairs are handled by Elder Yun and me..."

"Even so, the Xuanjing Immortal Sect is becoming increasingly prosperous, with countless wandering cultivators and geniuses coming here to admire its reputation..."

"In the final analysis, as long as Master's banner remains high and his cultivation continues to rise, even if the entire Immortal Sect rots, we can simply uproot it and rebuild the sect's traditions, but at least the Taoist tradition will not be destroyed!"

Ye Jinyuan's thoughts were in turmoil when he saw his master, whom he revered as a god, suddenly tilt his head and said:

"Since you mentioned this, I have an idea..."

"Why not change the [Xuanjing Immortal Sect] to [Xuanjing Taoist Temple]... and not retain the original sect structure!"

"Huh?" Ye Jinyuan was slightly stunned.

Jing Yu continued, "Previously, the major sects and celestial lineages in the Immortal Continent were clearly divided. Most of the senior cultivators in the Five Seas and Four Continents were self-sufficient, and many independent cultivators fought tooth and nail for a jade slip that could have been used to copy thousands of techniques. The vast majority of cultivators lived a mediocre life."

"Although we opened up various secret techniques hundreds of years ago, so cultivators all over the world do have their own techniques, but blindly working behind closed doors without the guidance of a renowned teacher will still make it difficult to achieve immortality."

"Master's intention is to change our sect's lineage to a Daoist academy. No matter what kind of cultivator you are, as long as you have decent character and don't kill innocent people, you can enter the Daoist academy to practice, but you have to pay a spiritual fee every year."

"From now on, it will be divided into [Primary Daoist Academy], [Intermediate Daoist Academy], and [Advanced Daoist Academy], accommodating disciples at the Qi Training, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core realms respectively."

"When disciples from the [Superior Daoist Academy] reach the Nascent Soul stage, we will have them serve as instructors in the Daoist Academy."

"Or let them go, that's fine too. After all, a wise bird chooses a tree to roost in. If other sects offer a higher price, why would they stay with us?"

Ye Jinyuan said blankly, "Master, but... if this happens, wouldn't the Xuanjing Immortal Sect's lineage be extinct? Other sects painstakingly cultivate true disciples from a young age in order to select talented and talented people and strengthen their foundation. They're afraid that the true disciples will escape. The rules of the Pan Sect are extremely strict, so how can we go against them?"

Jing Yu said indifferently, "Didn't they pay spiritual funds? The Taoist academy provides an environment for cultivation and the exchange of skills. They gave spiritual funds, so it's an equal exchange. We're not losing money on this deal... Besides, when they leave the academy, won't they no longer be from Xuanjing Taoist academy? This stigma can't be erased."

Ye Jinyuan immediately raised another question: "Master, if the Daoist academy's Nascent Soul instructor truly left the academy, I'm afraid he wouldn't necessarily be valued in other sects, right? After all, even in a Huashen sect, a stranger Nascent Soul True Lord would at most serve as an outer sect elder or even a guest official... Nascent Soul sects would even avoid such Nascent Soul True Lords, fearing they might usurp their position."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "These instructors can go to other Taoist temples! If there are enough Taoist temples in the world, they can naturally provide space for these Nascent Soul instructors to spread around."

Ye Jinyuan hesitated and said, "The structure of the Taoist Academy is too loose. Can it really flourish everywhere?"

Jing Yu was quite confident about this: "There will be such a day."

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After returning to his own cave, Jing Yu sat cross-legged in the quiet room and immersed his mind in the storage bag.

A moment later, there was a faint flash of light, and a thumb-sized, dark-colored pocket-sized pot was lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

The body of the pot feels cool to the touch, carrying a heavy, timeless aura.

Although it is only like a larger rosary bead at this moment, it faintly exudes a heart-pounding pressure of the law.

This item is exactly the [Small Demon Refining Pot] he obtained in [Xuanyuan Yuhuatian] in his early years.

Staring at the pocket-sized pot, Jing Yu pondered, "Spiritual weapons are divided into three grades: [low, medium, and high]. This pot is even above the high-grade spiritual weapons, an [ancient spiritual weapon]. Even in the immortal world, it is a rare treasure... Back then, the True Immortal Yuhua said that I would need to reach the Spiritual Transformation Realm before I could begin to refine this pot and utilize its magical properties."

"Although I am still in the Nascent Soul stage, my physical body has entered the Jade Marrow realm, which is equivalent to the Divine Transformation level. I wonder if the blood and essence of my physical body can refine this treasure?"

He put his fingers together like a knife, and the tips of his fingers flashed with a jade-like luster, and lightly scratched the palm of his other hand.

A drop of thick and heavy golden jade blood, containing a vast life essence and a faint dragon power, was immediately forced out.

As soon as this essence and blood appeared, a refreshing yet menacing fragrance filled the quiet room, and there seemed to be a subtle green dragon shadow swimming on the surface of the essence and blood.

Jing Yu took a deep breath, and with a steady wrist, he slowly dripped this drop of precious blood onto the pocket-sized pot.

Tick ​​tock!

The moment the essence and blood touched the body of the pot, something strange happened!

Om-!

A dazzling green light suddenly burst out from the inside of the pot! As the light surged, the small pot began to expand rapidly!

Jing Yu's eyes were fixed on the rapidly expanding outline of the radiant light. The pot seemed to have broken free from its invisible restraints and grew in the wind. In just a few breaths, it had transformed from the size of a thumb into an ancient bronze pot nearly three feet tall!

Its shape is simple and solemn, and the main body of the pot is deep bronze in color, but it is not as dull as ordinary bronze. Instead, it has a restrained green aura flowing faintly in the darkness.

The lid itself is also covered with mysterious Taoist patterns and auspicious animal patterns, as if it is sealing the entire mouth of the pot tightly.

The neck of the pot is slightly constricted, and the belly below is round and full. The relief carving on the surface of the belly is extremely complex, depicting countless strange beasts and monsters of various shapes.

After dripping this drop of essence blood, Jing Yu quickly felt that a clear and solid connection had been established between himself and this [Small Demon Refining Pot].

"It's done! Although I'm still a long way from fully mastering the mysteries of the pot, but at least... it has merged with my essence and blood and has initially recognized its master!" Jing Yu was invigorated and nodded secretly.

Just as Jing Yu was about to explore the specific function of the treasure pot in his hand, a wisp of green smoke suddenly floated out of the hole at the mouth of the pot. It slowly condensed into a pale-faced scholar in the cave, with only the upper half of his body and the lower half still billowing with smoke. He bowed to Jing Yu:

"Greetings, Master... I wonder which Ancestral Dragon in the True Dragon Sea you are a direct descendant of? The True Dragon bloodline is so pure..."

"I am the humble spirit of the [Small Demon Refining Pot], named [Pot Fairy]."