90: Chapter 42 Temporary Suppression of the Vice Sect Leader [Seeking Votes and Followers] 90: Chapter 42 Temporary Suppression of the Vice Sect Leader [Seeking Votes and Followers] Unnamed Peak, within the cave dwelling.
Gazing at the steaming, fragrant corpse of a spirit fish in the plate, Qing Su silently chanted in her heart.
‘The suffering of living beings is second to none, which highlights the preciousness of the Longevity Dao Fruit…my apologies.’
Qing Su picked up a small bite of the steamed spirit fish with bamboo chopsticks, and carefully chewed it, her eyes immediately shining with delight;
She then pinched a piece of fried fish skin between her teeth, and as the crisp crunching sound echoed, behind her two large doors seemed to appear, behind which lay a colorful and splendid secret realm;
When Li Ping’an served up the squirrel-shaped sweet and sour fish, those doors that had just started to open were kicked wide open.
Without even looking up, Qing Su nibbled on the fish, happily saying,
“Everyone at Caiyun Peak is busy with their cultivation, so few bother with such mundane food.”
Li Ping’an removed his handmade apron, laughing as he poured some fruit wine for his master.
“Master, mundane food has its own pleasures, immortals remain unblemished by the dust of the world, merely tasting a hundred flavors, seeking out freshness, enjoying crispiness and smoothness, all for the joy of oneself.”
“Hmm,” Qing Su softly replied, “No wonder they always like to have some snacks with their drinks.”
“Take your time, Master.
Your disciple had some insights while cooking, I’ll go and cultivate for a while; I’ll clear away the dishes and chopsticks later.”
Li Ping’an went to a corner, closed his eyes and concentrated.
He had cooked simply to make his master happy, since he himself had little appetite.
Qing Su turned her head to look at her disciple several times, and during the meal, she cleaned off her side of the dishes completely, leaving the other half neat and untouched.
A group of old immortals gathered around twelve peculiar magic artifacts, engaged in a heated discussion about something.
Li Dazhi, sweating profusely, kept explaining something, his lips nearly smoking from the effort.
In a corner of the great hall, behind the screen.
The Sect Leader of Wanyun Sect, Yun Mo, accompanied by three inner elders and two vice sect leaders, was drinking and chatting with several friendly sect leaders.
These friendly sect leaders should have left long ago;
But after having witnessed the wonders of the ‘assembly line’ production of magic artifacts, they all wanted to brazenly improve relations and secure a bit of future wealth.
Right now, the Sect Leader of Wanyun Sect, Yun Mo…
Regretted, deeply regretted.
He had thought, what kind of tricks could a mere Solid Light Realm disciple come up with?
He had truly just wanted Li Dazhi’s son to show off in front of several friendly sect leaders.
The more outstanding the disciple, the more prosperous the sect’s future.
Yun Mo had absolutely not expected…
That Li Ping’an would make such a big move right from the start!
Seeing those twelve magic artifacts capable of self-refining, Yun Mo determined—the sky of the artifact refining world was about to change.
For ordinary magic artifacts, the biggest cost is ‘labor’; magic artifacts need Qi Cultivators to craft them one by one, the production cycle is long, and quality is unstable.
If these twelve ugly magic artifacts were replicated in a hundred sets and combined with the spirit ore resources Wanyun Sect already controlled, they could continuously produce ordinary magic artifacts with minimal manpower…
The great prosperity of Wanyun was just around the corner!
A middle-aged female sect leader sighed, “Yun Mo, let’s speak frankly, we all saw the potential of this artifact refining business, just give us a straight answer, whether it’s a go or no go, at least give us a clear message.”
“Alas, sister, I can’t make any bold claims either.”
Yun Mo said seriously:
“I really need to consider this matter.
Whether or not this set of magic artifacts is usable, I’m not sure, and the power of the produced flying swords and other ordinary magic artifacts also needs thorough examination.
“Please allow Wanyun Sect some more time to prepare.”
The burly and hearty Sect Leader Wei Yuan of Yuan Sect immediately began to bellow, “Yun Mo!
Your Wanyun Sect is so powerful now, you can’t just leave us less fortunate brothers out in the cold!
We’re not taking advantage of you!
Just name your conditions!”
“Fellow leaders, our sects have already made a pact that in the face of external enemies, we shall assist each other.
After all these long years, don’t you still trust me?”
“Just wait for my word.
If this path proves viable, I won’t forget our millennia of fellowship!”
The several sect leaders looked at each other, but none were willing to stand up and take their leave.
“Sect Leader Brother.”
Moyi, the vice sect leader, suddenly said:p>
“There are quite a few troublesome issues here, such as, how to ensure the production of above-average quality magic artifacts, how to sell these artifacts, how to make spirit stones while maintaining our Wanyun Sect’s reputation, to not provoke too much criticism.”
“Dazhi has indeed made a great contribution to the sect this time…”
Yun Mo turned to look at Moyi with a meaningful gaze.
But Moyi changed the subject, ignoring the sect leader’s expression;
Although he knew he was being rash, he continued his point:
“In my humble opinion, this matter is of great significance.
“The reward for Dazhi can be more generous, but the subsequent matter of artifact refining should, according to the sect rules, be brought under the jurisdiction of Nourishing Clouds Hall, managed by the outer sect elders.
“This way, it won’t hinder Dazhi’s cultivation, as he has just reached the Immortal Realm and should prioritize his cultivation.”
Sect Leader Yun Mo closed his eyes, his expression gradually turning cold.
Moyi looked at his sect leader brother with a smile, today’s attitude unusually firm, as if he were an old ‘hothead’.
The atmosphere at the immortal banquet grew tense.
The friendly sect leaders present knew what was happening—Moyi was taking advantage of their presence to indirectly suppress the limelight of that Great Fate Holder, Li Dazhi.
But these sect leaders really couldn’t comprehend.
Was Moyi confused by Great Fortune?
His own sect had finally acquired a Great Fate Holder, who not only advanced rapidly in his cultivation but also had a good character and had made substantial contributions to the sect.
Instead of supporting him, they were attempting to suppress him?