Chapter 111: The Philosophy of Qingxu Sect

Chapter 111: The Philosophy of Qingxu Sect

"Are you talking about this little Five Elements Formation? No need to complicate things; I can activate or deactivate this small formation with just a wave of my hand."

With that, Old Taoist raised his hand, and the Wood Element in the Large Formation stopped operating. Wood fueled Fire, and the Fire Element also ceased. Following the natural order of generation, Earth, Metal, and Water Elements stopped one after another, effortlessly closing the Large Formation.

Another wave of his hand, and the eastern Wood Element lit up with a green light, restarting the Wood Element.

Then, in the order of generation, starting from the eastern Wood, followed by the southern Fire, central Earth, western Metal, and northern Water, the Large Formation lit up with five different colors: blue, red, yellow, white, and black. The Large Formation was reactivated.

Wang Hong felt dejected. It took him twenty thousand Spirit Stones and ten days to set up this Large Formation. Now, someone could open and close it with a simple wave of their hand, making entry and exit seamless. It was more convenient than his carefully crafted formation.

Originally, he arranged this formation to prevent the Old Daoist from entering and leaving casually. Now, how could he defend against it?

Perhaps the formation he thought was powerful seemed like child's play in front of a Golden Core cultivator.

"Elder's magical powers are vast, turning clouds with a flip of your hand and making rain with a turn. This junior is deeply impressed and admires you wholeheartedly."

Having received so much flattery from the Ma Brothers, a few more words of praise were easy to come by. He opened his mouth without any psychological burden, facing the imposing attitude of the Golden Core cultivator.

He pondered whether he could ask the Old Taoist to help set up a formation. Judging by the Old Man's abilities, even if done casually, it would be stronger than what he painstakingly created.

"I happen to have some rare fish that I've been reluctant to use. Now is the perfect time to present them to Elder as a sign of respect."

After saying this, Wang Hong took out a large water tank from a Spirit Beast bag, filled with lively fish.

"You brat, don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me. I saw you feeding the birds with it just a few days ago. Do you look like someone who can't bear to eat it? Your little tricks are better off spoken plainly. If my mood is good and I feel like it, I might help you."

Even though Wang Hong was exposed, he didn't feel embarrassed. In front of a Golden Core expert like him, he didn't dare to make requests casually.

"I dare to be bold. Junior wishes to ask Elder for help in modifying a formation."

"Never mind, this will do. I'll generously be a good person this time."

Old Taoist felt he had squeezed enough for now. He needed some time to fatten up before returning. After all, he was just a Qi Cultivation minor cultivator, and there would be plenty of opportunities for him to make demands.

As for directly resorting to robbery, he hadn't even thought about it. Firstly, he rarely encountered a like-minded junior, and he felt that Wang Hong understood his temperament well.

Secondly, this couldn't be separated from the success of Qingxu Sect's management over the past tens of thousands of years.

Qingxu Sect had tens of thousands of cultivators, and internal conflicts were inevitable. However, the Sect did not allow high-tier cultivators to recklessly oppress lower-tier disciples.

Just imagine, if a disciple grew up in various oppressions and humiliations, would they feel affection for the Sect or remain loyal? Their first instinct might be to seek revenge against the Sect.

So, internally, while there were inevitably some scheming and plotting, it was not allowed to be overt, and there were certain boundaries.

Therefore, the entire Sect seemed harmonious. The Sect encouraged competition among disciples but never condoned internal slaughter.

The growth atmosphere within the Sect was still positive. Over generations, disciples joining Qingxu Sect were subtly changed.

Growing up without harboring such thoughts from the bottom of their hearts, Old Taoist, having been raised in this environment, naturally didn't have such thoughts either.

However, Qingxu Sect's disciples were ruthless towards outsiders, showing no mercy.

It was said that there was once a Sect that allowed, and even encouraged, internal slaughter. Disciples raised in such a way were indeed formidable in battle because the weaker ones had already died.

This Sect was once extremely powerful and terrifying, but it only existed for a little over a thousand years before being easily eradicated by a smaller Sect. When external enemies attacked, they were too busy fighting among themselves. During battles, few were willing to fight to the death for the Sect, making them like scattered sand.

Take people's money and help them dispel calamities. Old Daoist accepted the benefits and began working.

He casually waved his hand, making some subtle adjustments to the Large Formation, and then cast a few techniques that entered the formation.

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