Xu Ning tossed a storage bag to Peng Yang. "Peng Yang, two thousand spirit stones."
Peng Yang was stunned, holding the storage bag. It really was him! And two thousand spirit stones! That was more than he had seen in years of raiding.
After recovering, Peng Yang quickly bowed. "Thank you, Holy Son! I will not forget this generosity."
Xu Ning nodded, then tossed another storage bag to Qian Yang. "Qian Yang, five hundred."
Qian Yang hurriedly caught the storage bag, then couldn't help but complain, "Holy Son, why am I getting so little? I worked just as hard as everyone else."
Actually, for Qian Yang and the others, five hundred spirit stones was usually a lot for a single distribution. But with Peng Yang's two thousand spirit stones dangling before him, he naturally felt resentful and slighted.
Xu Ning glared at him. "You wanted to run away before, didn't you? Which do you want—to be punished for that, or do you want a share of these spirit stones? Make your choice."
Qian Yang's face fell. He really wanted to slap himself. What was he thinking? Why did he even think about running away? Now look at the consequences.
Afterwards, it was the others' turn. Each of the remaining cultivators received over a thousand spirit stones, proportional to their work and loyalty.
Qian Yang watched the whole distribution, his face practically dripping with bitterness and regret.
Finally, after receiving their spirit stones, everyone bowed to Xu Ning in unison, their voices fervent. "Thank you, Holy Son! We swear to follow you to the death! The Tiancheng Sect will rise!"
Xu Ning nodded, pleased with their enthusiasm. "Alright, everyone get busy. Quickly cultivate the spirit fields and plant the spiritual herbs. From now on, spiritual herbs will make up the majority of the sect's steady inco. The more we produce, the more we all earn."
"Yes!" Everyone quickly withdrew, eager to get to work.
At this mont, Qi Ruifeng approached with a sly smile. "Disciple, where are mine? Where are my spirit stones? Your master needs his share too."
Xu Ning replied innocently, "Master, as the sect leader, how could you not have spirit stones? Surely you have your own reserves."
Qi Ruifeng glared at him. "Don't you know whether your master has them or not? I've been broke for centuries keeping this inheritance alive. I'm the poorest sect leader in history."
Xu Ning smiled and slapped a storage bag containing 50,000 spirit stones into Qi Ruifeng's hand. "Master, these are all yours! For the sect leader's personal use."
Qi Ruifeng's eyes lit up. "Really? Fifty thousand? All for ?"
Xu Ning said, "Would I lie to my master? But don't spend them recklessly. You'll still have to cover the sect's official expenses from now on. The treasury is your responsibility."
Qi Ruifeng imdiately felt dejected. "I thought they were for to spend freely. You tricked ."
Xu Ning said, "You can spend so, but be careful. We need to build a foundation."
After saying that, Xu Ning picked a few leaves and went back to the wooden house.
Recently, Xu Ning had been practicing the Sky-Gazing Art extensively. He found this secret technique very interesting and was certain it would be of great use in the future. It was a unique skill that no one else possessed.
From that day on, the Tiancheng Sect had established a firm foothold in the Ancient Chen Mountains.
Next, they cultivated spirit fields and planted spiritual herbs. The sect slowly began to generate steady inco, selling surplus herbs in the local markets.
The Tiancheng Sect's developnt also broke with the traditions of other sects. All sect inco, after deducting a modest share for the sect's treasury, was distributed among the mbers. Even if it was only ten spirit stones, everyone got a share.
The Tiancheng Sect's reputation soared as a result. Cultivators began to flock to it, seeking to join a sect that treated its mbers fairly and generously.
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anwhile, after Peng Yang was sent on a mission to the mortal realm, he quickly brought back a promising group of talented mortal disciples with spiritual roots. The sect was growing.
The entire sect was thriving. Qi Ruifeng was beaming with pride constantly, often exclaiming to anyone who would listen, "I have finally fulfilled the last wishes of my grandmasters! The Tiancheng Sect lives again!"
In the blink of an eye, five years had passed.
The Tiancheng Sect had undergone a dramatic transformation. The sect's main hall was completed today, resplendent in gold and jade, with intricate carvings and powerful formations woven into its structure.
To celebrate this milestone, the Tiancheng Sect extended invitations to various sects across the Ancient Chen Mountains to gather for a grand celebration.
Finally, more than twenty invited sect saints and saintesses accepted the invitation and would be arriving soon.
On Saint Son Peak, the highest point of the sect's territory, Xu Ning held three leaves between his fingers and softly whispered, "Ask about the Tiancheng Sect."
He then flicked his fingers and tossed the three leaves out.
Imdiately, an image appeared in his mind: the newly completed main hall of the Tiancheng Sect, bustling with activity, with over twenty young n and won of distinctive bearing offering their congratulations and presenting gifts.
Xu Ning murmured to himself, "This should be the scene inside the main hall two days from now, during the celebration."
Five years of dedicated cultivation, and Xu Ning's Sky-Gazing Art could now see two days into the future. It had grown, but slowly.
No, Xu Ning suddenly realized. The limits of this Sky-Gazing Art are definitely not limited to just seeing a single image. There must be more to it.
His next practice should focus on seeing what would happen during those two days, not just a single snapshot. He needed to see the flow of events.
Let's try again. Xu Ning tossed out three more leaves.
This ti, he wanted to ask what would happen next on Saint Son Peak, where he was currently standing.
Imdiately, an image began to play rapidly in Xu Ning's mind, showing a sequence of events.
However, in the end, he could only see events from the next day. The sequence was choppy, incomplete.
Xu Ning nodded, analyzing. "The ti fra I saw has been halved when I tried to see a sequence instead of a single image."
Then, Xu Ning tried again, attempting to see the future of the entire Tiancheng Sect in motion.
This ti, the ti fra was shrunk again, to only one or two hours of blurred, fragnted imagery.
Xu Ning realized that this thod of predicting the future likely reduced the ti based on the scale of the location he was observing. The larger the area, the shorter the ti window he could see clearly.
Wait, a new thought struck him. Could he ask about luck? The fortune of a person or a sect?
Xu Ning was actually very curious about this, because both cultivators and cultivation forces highly valued the art of luck and fortune.
Luck represented fortune and fate. Those with strong luck could find money while walking; those with poor luck would choke on water!
Take his cheap disciple Gu Mu, for example. His luck was terrifyingly strong. He always had fortuitous encounters whenever he went out.
That kid had been in the Ancient Chen Mountain Range for five years now, and he had all sorts of fortuitous encounters, causing his cultivation to skyrocket. Luo Xiu reported a few days ago that this kid had reached the fourteenth level of Qi Refining—three levels higher than Xu Ning's current eleventh.
You had to understand, the Ancient Chen Mountain Range was an ancient cultivation mountain range that had been practically turned upside down by generations of cultivators. It had almost been dug up to the bone.
Yet this kid still managed to have fortuitous encounters. Just tell how strong his luck is!
Forget it, Xu Ning thought, getting irritated. I'm getting angrier the more I think about it. Let's check the fortune of the Tiancheng Sect first!
Xu Ning picked up a leaf again and threw it, focusing on the sect's collective fortune.
This ti, Xu Ning saw a blue pillar of light shooting into the sky above the Tiancheng Sect. The pillar of light looked extrely active, as if it was constantly surging and growing, pulsing with energy.
He saw it, but Xu Ning didn't fully understand what he was seeing!
Indeed, this kind of technique, like studying dicine, required much experience to grasp its aning. He needed more data points.
After thinking for a mont, Xu Ning examined the fortunes of all the disciples in the sect one by one and summarized his findings.
He saw white, green, and blue colors in the fortunes of these disciples. They varied significantly.
However, the fortunes of the disciples varied in more than just color. So looked lifeless and static, while others seed alive, as if growing and shifting.
Xu Ning roughly judged that the lifeless fortunes indicated the person was too ordinary, lacking vitality and future potential.
Those seemingly alive likely had rising fortunes, possibly indicating a great opportunity or breakthrough soon.
However, since everyone was from the Tiancheng Sect, their fortunes were bound to the sect's overall fate. Xu Ning felt he couldn't discern much yet. He needed a baseline.
He needed to examine the fortunes of more people—perhaps outsiders—or the sect itself over ti to make a more concrete judgnt.
In short, he lacked experience!
Well, he decided, Master should be arriving soon. I'll go out and observe the guests first, then practice and accumulate experience later. Nothing beats real-world data.
Just as Xu Ning stepped out of the thatched hut, Qi Ruifeng descended from the sky, landing lightly beside him.
Xu Ning had just witnessed this exact mont in his earlier vision. His timing was perfect.
Qi Ruifeng landed and said, "Disciple, the holy sons and daughters of various sects will arrive tomorrow. We need to arrange accommodations and reception. What's the plan?"
Xu Ning replied calmly, "Just arrange them at the reception area next to the sect's main hall. It's what it was built for."
Qi Ruifeng nodded, then pressed, "That's fine, but then you'll need to accompany them and act as host. As the Holy Son, you should be the one to receive them."
Xu Ning was speechless. "Master, you can go. You're the Sect Leader. We could have just kept a low profile! Why did we have to hold this big sect celebration and invite everyone? Now we have to play host."
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