ragginovel Chapter 3 Outer Sect Separation
Chapter 3 Outer Sect Separation
Lu Qingyun smiled; he disliked fighting.
Having obtained the destiny to become an immortal, I should just cultivate peacefully in this world.
I don't seek immortality, but I hope to see more beautiful scenery, so that I can have more experience in the next life.
The young man in blue introduced him to several people; they were all around sixteen or seventeen years old.
Chen Xiru, a mid-grade spiritual root, is an orphan.
Like Lu Qingyun, he came from the Southern State of Liang.
With a serene and beautiful appearance, bright eyes and white teeth, she seemed indifferent to what was around her, only exchanging a glance with Lu Qingyun when he looked at her.
Xiao Daojue, a low-grade spiritual root, is the young man in blue.
The ninth prince of Liang, who also held the title of Marquis of Chang'an.
Li Erniu, with a low-grade spiritual root, was once a tenant farmer in the Liang Kingdom.
He had an honest appearance and dull eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to have something on his mind.
"Brother Lu, am I really not cut out to become a sword cultivator? The immortal said my aptitude is too weak and advised me to become a spirit farmer..."
Li Erniu looked at Lu Qingyun with his head down and tears in his eyes.
Xiao Daojue and Chen Xiru also tried to persuade him, but he wanted to be a sword cultivator from the bottom of his heart.
He was plowing the fields when a white-browed tiger ate his big black ox. An immortal saved him with his sword and brought him to the Ascension Ceremony.
He knew he wasn't very talented, but he still couldn't help but yearn for that stunning sword strike.
"Erniu. I don't know if you can become a sword cultivator, but I've heard a saying that goes, 'It's all up to human effort.' Once you become a cultivator, you'll be completely different from ordinary people. Ordinary martial artists can still kill a tiger with a single sword, let alone a cultivator."
"Even with a low-grade spiritual root, if you put in a hundred or a thousand times more effort than others, your future is still uncertain."
Lu Qingyun looked at the gloomy and absent-minded Li Erniu and encouraged him.
In Li Erniu, Lu Qingyun seemed to see a reflection of himself from his previous life.
Effort may not always bring rewards, but without the effort of a previous life, he might waste countless lifetimes, remaining just an ordinary person, and dying in obscurity.
Moreover, even if he fails, at least he tried, and those experiences of failure will benefit him greatly.
"A hundred times, a thousand times? Thank you, Brother Lu, I understand!"
Li Erniu's eyes were bright, and his right fist was clenched tightly.
"Lu Qingyun, what profession would you like to minor in?"
Xiao Daojue couldn't help but ask. He had originally wanted to persuade Li Erniu to plant spirit fields, so that Li Erniu would spend less and the output could support his cultivation. He didn't expect Lu Qingyun to persuade him to continue that impossible dream.
Lu Qingyun noticed Xiao Daojue's dissatisfaction and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't have such ambitions. I'd be quite content to be a spirit farmer."
"If the young marquis needs any crops, he may come to me, and I will do my best to satisfy him."
"Ginnon?"
That seems too conservative!
Xiao Daojue was taken aback, not expecting Lu Qingyun to say such a thing. He had originally thought that Lu Qingyun would become a talisman master or an alchemist.
It seemed that Lu Qingyun had no ambitions. Xiao Daojue lowered his hostility and said sincerely, "Qingyun, you are too kind. We are both from Liang Kingdom and should help each other. If you have any problems in the future, feel free to come to me."
"If it's within my power, Xiru will do everything in my power to help," Chen Xiru nodded slightly.
"Me too!"
Li Erniu patted his chest and echoed.
...
As the sun began to set, the immortal led everyone onto a flying boat and headed towards the sect.
Along the way, the group grew even closer.
Xiao Daojue was of noble status and was known as the Young Marquis.
Of the three, Lu Qingyun was the oldest, and Erniu and Chen Xiru both called him Brother Lu.
However, Lu Qingyun could see the unease in Xiao Daojue's heart.
Xiao Daojue was born into royalty and was very sensitive.
From the moment he boarded the flying boat, the Immortal Master was gentle towards Chen Xiru, but then became somewhat cold towards the three of them, and he has remained like this ever since.
His voice was low and dejected as he asked, "Qingyun, do we really still have a chance to enter the outer sect?"
"Young Master was so confident just now, why are you saying this now?"
Lu Qingyun chuckled; after all, he was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.
Unlike him, who had long been accustomed to the fickleness of human relationships and was completely indifferent to the temporary differential treatment he received.
Lu Qingyun thought for a moment and comforted him, "No matter what, we will support the young marquis. Besides, compared to those without spiritual roots, at least we can still enter the sect, right?"
Xiao Daojue blushed slightly and said, "That's right! I was just saying it casually. Don't worry, when I enter the inner sect in the future, I will definitely help you all get in."
Thinking that Lu Qingyun had no ambitions and only loved farming, Xiao Daojue added, "Even if he wanted to be a spirit farmer, I would definitely... I would definitely let you farm the best land!"
...
"Outer sect servants, disembark from the flying boat and follow me!" As the flying boat landed, a black-robed steward from the Yunxia Sect shouted loudly, calling out the names on the list.
"Xiao Daojue... Lu Qingyun... Li Erniu..."
A young man from Jing Kingdom couldn't help but point to the remaining disciples on the flying boat and say:
"Butler...don't they need to disembark from the flying boat?"
The black-robed deacon rolled his eyes: "Their spiritual roots are better than yours, so they're going to the outer sect's spiritual peak."
Upon hearing this,
The boys who disembarked from the flying boat looked gloomy.
"Cultivation is this cruel. To avoid being looked down upon, you either need good fortune or you have to fight for it yourself!" The black-robed deacon looked at the group of young people, thought of his own past, shook his head, and sighed.
For this,
Lu Qingyun's heart remained calm; possessing the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes...
The disappointments of this life are not the end for him. In this life, he has seen enough and lived long enough, and that is enough.
Chen Xiru sailed away in the airship.
Gazing at the unseen figures on the airship, and the many dejected youths around him...
Xiao Daojue lowered his head: "I was wrong! I am no longer the heir of Liang. I must work harder."
Previously, he was still immersed in his noble status in the secular dynasty and thought highly of himself.
But looking at the black-robed deacon's indifferent attitude towards everyone, and Chen Xiru being treated gently and softly on the flying boat, gradually disappearing into the distance.
He finally understood that being a mortal was of no use to a cultivator, and if he didn't work hard, he might never even see Chen Xiru again.
—Just like the starving and freezing people outside the imperial city, and the world he lived in.
It is like an insurmountable barrier.
"Young Master, let's go! The steward is going to assign us positions!" Li Erniu's honest voice came from behind.
Seeing Lu Qingyun and Li Erniu still surrounding him, Xiao Daojue felt a warmth in his heart.
He will not give up.
He is still recognized today, and he can continue on this path!
……
The young marquis wanted to learn how to make talismans; he liked the feeling of being powerful and influential. Li Erniu went to the punishment hall to start with the hardest and most tiring work.
Lu Qingyun chose Lingnong without hesitation.
The black-robed deacon lingered on his face for a moment longer. In all these years, Lu Qingyun was one of the few who had so readily agreed to become a spirit farmer.
"I greatly admire your choice to become spirit farmers. Everyone says that being a spirit farmer is bad, but in my opinion, there is no job in the entire outer sect that is more stable, better, or easier than being a spirit farmer."
No one believed it.
The black-robed deacon grinned, patted his chest, and said, "Back in the day, I, the deacon, rose step by step from Lingnong to where I am today. Don't let my lack of inner sect status fool you; this outer sect deacon's life is still more comfortable than the emperor's down the mountain!"
"Really? Butler!"
Most of the boys came from poor backgrounds and couldn't imagine having a good life.
In the past, the emperor was the highest official in their eyes, but now the steward actually said that he was living a more comfortable life than the emperor.