Mythological origins

Two months later.

During this period of time, Mu Ziqing had to give a lecture every three days, and each time she was stared at by thousands of people in the audience, which made her physically and mentally exhausted.

In the past, in the Yin-Yang Sect, she, the sect leader, would only show up once every ten or eight years, and then simply give a few smart and close disciples a few words.

It was not like now, where she had to teach a bunch of ants the basics of cultivation from scratch endlessly, which was simply a waste of her time.

Of course, it was not only her who was tired, but also the other people in the Yin-Yang Sect.

Almost all the Yangliao were born in poor families, and they could not read a few words. They were illiterate. If they rashly learned to cultivate, it would be blind. Learning, learning, learning, learning, fart.

But the task was on their heads, so under Mu Ziqing's strong order, the elders and disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect were forced to become the enlightenment teachers of these cattle and sheep that were once just their captives.

Two hundred female Qi-refining cultivators of the Yin-Yang Sect, along with four thousand men, began a vigorous literacy campaign.

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"Snap!" A whip cracked.

"If you can't memorize this paragraph, you guys will have to drink another cup of my foot-washing water!"

The Yingchun Palace suites, which had been the nightmare of countless men in the Yin-Yang Sect and had killed many of their companions, had now become independent small classrooms for these temporary "study groups" to teach.

"Shake me, I really can't drink anymore..." Several burly men huddled in a corner, not daring to resist at all.

The girl in a short skirt in the middle, holding a whip and looking down at them like garbage.

After a long period of domestication, they had long lost the courage to resist the disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect.

"Hurry up! If no one can recite it, everyone will be whipped ten times and pressed three times tonight!"

The whips crackled, and several men's faces turned green when they heard the sound. They had to hold the copy of the Yin-Yang Five Elements Sutra and recite it desperately, trying to force the content into their brains.

Mu Ziqing's task was to promote the Yin-Yang Five Elements Sutra, and the task she pressed on everyone in the sect was to make the Yang material learn every word in the Yin-Yang Five Elements Sutra within three months.

With one layer of pressure, the Qi-refining monks of the Yin-Yang Sect were also miserable.

They were not professional teachers who taught people to read and write. It was no problem for them to understand the Taoist scriptures and the sutras, but it was really beyond their ability to teach a bunch of illiterate people.

So most of the new "teachers" in the Yin-Yang Sect could not think of any tricks except to use corporal punishment to humiliate and force students in various ways.

As for corporal punishment, that is their strong point...

"Is this the feeling of magic?"

Mo Fengwu, who had been standing in an open space for a long time without moving, suddenly stretched out a slender jade finger.

A few faint sparks appeared out of thin air half an inch above her fingertips.

As soon as the sparks appeared, they immediately "hissed" and expanded into a walnut-sized red fireball above her fingertips.

This fireball was not big, but it also warmed the surroundings.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the fireball always stayed on Mo Fengwu's fingertips. Even if it kept swaying in the breeze, it still kept burning vigorously, without any sign of wanting to extinguish.

She looked at this small fireball excitedly, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.

"Go!"

The burning little fireball kept draining her magic power. Mo Fengwu's right hand began to tremble. She hurriedly pressed the formula in her memory and shot the fireball at the target prepared in advance.

The target instantly caught fire. The moment the fireball left, she felt as if her body was hollowed out, and it took her a while to recover.

"At the first level of Qi Refining, I can only use this fire bomb technique three times at most."

...

Unlike the Yin Yang Sect members who were in a mess because of the literacy problem, Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan were all from wealthy families, well-educated and well-mannered. As long as they were willing to sacrifice twenty years of life and blood, there was no pressure to practice the Yin Yang Five Elements Sutra.

This technique, with the underlying concept provided by Mo Tianxie and optimized and modified by Bai Mo, is not difficult to understand if you have a certain level of writing skills.

"Dad, we have spiritual roots!"

Mo Fengwu picked up the red fire wine that Mo Tianxie loved to drink when he was alive, sprinkled it on the ground bit by bit, and then bowed three times in the direction of the Qixuan Sect.

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"I didn't expect that my Yin Yang Sect would have more than a thousand Qi Refining disciples one day." Mu Ziqing looked at the data reported by the elders, and felt a rare sense of pride in his heart.

After several months of hard work, almost one-fifth of the first batch of mortals who received training had already mastered the Yin-Yang Art and became cultivators of the first level of Qi Refining.

Together with the disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect itself, the number of Qi Refining cultivators in the sect suddenly exceeded one thousand, which was a grand occasion that had not been seen in hundreds of years.

"Sect Master... the finances of the sect... are about to collapse." The elder in charge of the financial expenditures of the sect whispered to her.

"During this period, all disciples were recalled to the mountain gate to complete their tasks, and the industry in the sect was almost stagnant. Then, the cultivation of these thousands of Yang materials requires some spiritual stones for each person... The sect cannot afford to support so many unproductive cultivators."

"I also know the difficulties of the sect. How about this, I will take out another 150,000 spiritual stones and give them to you to allocate."

Mu Ziqing gritted his teeth and took out a sum of spiritual stones from his private money.

You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. The task given by the senior of the God Transformation Realm must be completed no matter what. It's just a few spirit stones.

"150,000 spirit stones are probably only enough for the sect's expenses for three months. Please make plans early, Sect Master."

"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of spirit stones, but the senior's task must be completed for me."

"I understand."

"Facing this spirit stone dilemma, Mu Ziqing began to have some different ideas."

"Senior... Senior?!" She just turned around and was about to leave when she ran into Bai Mo who was about to enter the door.

"Are you short of spirit stones?"

"No, everything is normal... Indeed... There are indeed some gaps." Mu Ziqing wanted to evade the question, but then he changed his mind and thought that with the great power of the God Transformation Realm cultivator, the voice transmission just now might have been heard, so he changed his mouth and told the truth.

"There are three million low-grade spirit stones in this storage ring." Bai Mo threw a storage ring over casually.

"Thank you, senior!" Mu Ziqing saluted hurriedly.

"Three million low-grade spirit stones, many Jindan sects may not even have this amount in their treasuries..."

She asked herself that even if she sold everything she had, she probably couldn't get three million low-grade spirit stones, at most two million.

But she wasn't considered wealthy among the Jindan cultivators, and the 150,000 spirit stones she just gave to the finance elder were almost all the spirit stones she had.

If she needed more spirit stones, Mu Ziqing would have to start thinking about selling her own spiritual medicines and pills, as well as the magic weapons she had...