Rebuilding the Xiuxian family

Jiang Fengwu watched Li Wenli come and leave in a hurry, and asked with some confusion: "Is there a bit of a fuss?"

"It's best not to ignore things like whim!" Li Zhirui said with a serious face, not to mention that this time the premonition was so strong.

And don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. If an accident really happens, the Li family will be unprepared, and it is likely to cause serious losses.

"If I had known you were paying so much attention to that group of monks, I should have paid more attention to it. It would be best to see which direction they were going."

Li Zhirui shook his head and said, "If you really do this, you may very well put yourself in danger."

"Let's see again, maybe I really think too much."

But he said that after Li Wenli returned to the main hall, he immediately called the elder in charge of the ANBU and asked him to send additional manpower to pay attention to the movements of the surrounding forces. If he felt something was wrong, he would immediately report it to the family.

"Chief, if we really do what you say, it will greatly increase the expenses."

The elder asked in confusion: "Nothing happened recently, why did the patriarch do this suddenly?"

"You just do what you're told." Li Wenli believed Li Zhirui, but he didn't say it was his idea. If nothing happened, it wouldn't damage his prestige, so he simply pushed the matter forward.

The Anshi elder was speechless. The power of the family was now firmly in Li Wenli's hands. If he didn't listen, he might have to step down from this position soon, and he could only accept the order happily.

Because of Li Zhirui's whim, a group of Li family monks began running around to find out the news.

"I don't know what the patriarch is thinking, so we don't even have time to rest."

The ANBU tribesmen work harder, so every time they complete a mission, they will be given a period of rest, but now that it has been cancelled, it will naturally attract complaints.

"Who knows? But it's pretty good. At least the contribution points are quite high, so it's considered overtime."

"Okay! Stop chatting, we are about to enter Sandingfang City, be careful to hide your identity."

ANBU are not specialized undercover agents. They mainly observe, inquire, and collect various information and clues. The functions of the two are different.

"I am a casual cultivator in Canghai Prefecture. I heard that there is a Yuanying Sect here. Anyone can become a disciple regardless of their origin or qualifications. Several Taoist brothers came before me. I wonder what the real situation is?"

Several people entered Fangshi separately. Taking advantage of Sanding Sect's recruitment of casual cultivators, they started a conversation in the tavern, and by extension, they inquired a lot about Sanding Sect.

A few days later, they quietly left Fangshi and returned to Ten Thousand Immortals Island that night.

Due to the relatively long distance, they were the last group of tribesmen to return, but the news they brought back was the most informative, because the other forces were as usual and there was no movement.

For example, the Sanding Sect has never stopped recruiting casual cultivators, but has only limited the number of people who can join the sect every month. It is impossible for a large number of casual cultivators to sit back and have nothing to do, so they returned to Wanxian State.

In addition, Sanding Sect has more than 20,000 disciples in just a few years, but all of them are casual cultivators, and they have not looked for children with spiritual roots from mortals to train.

Finally, there is the relationship with Xuanfa Pavilion. Almost the entire sect is controlled by Xuanfa Pavilion!

"Sanding Sect doesn't educate children?" Li Wenli frowned, which seemed very strange.

You must know that the character and foundation of the casual cultivators have basically been fixed. It is impossible for them to be very loyal to the sect. They just want to find a big tree to shade themselves.

If a sect is starting up and needs casual cultivators to do some trivial chores, it is understandable to make a transition, but it is really suspicious to continue to recruit casual cultivators instead of serious disciples.

"Unless the Sanding Sect does not intend to pass it on, there is another purpose in establishing this sect!" an elder speculated.

But more elders disagreed with this, because Sanding Sect was far enough away from Ten Thousand Immortals Island that even if something happened, it would not have much impact on the Li family.

Li Wenli showed these clues and guesses to Li Zhirui.

"The behavior of Sanding Sect is indeed very strange."

Then Li Zhirui looked at the intelligence of several other forces, pondered for a moment, and said: "Focus on the Sanding Sect, and don't let your guard down in other places. Thank you for your hard work."

"Yes!" Li Wenli responded and retreated.

"I hope I'm just overthinking." Li Zhirui sighed.

"Don't worry, Wanxian Island has a fourth-level island protection formation and five Nascent Souls. Even if something happens, it won't have much impact on the family." Jiang Fengwu comforted him.

She was looking at how restless Li Zhirui had been these past few days.

And she didn't quite understand it. In her opinion, with the strength of the Li family, it would be difficult to cause substantial damage to Ten Thousand Immortals Island unless they deployed gods or Nascent Souls in double digits or more.

Of course, some accidents may happen to the tribesmen outside Ten Thousand Immortals Island.

"You're right." Li Zhirui responded, but his eyes were looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

——

A few months later.

"Uncle Master, why don't you leave with us? The Qingxuan Sect can't leave you yet! Revenge can wait until everyone becomes stronger, and then we can take action together."

In a corner at the junction of the Eastern Territory and the Southern Territory, the group of black-clothed monks that Jiang Fengwu saw at the beginning were all gathered here. A certain golden elixir monk's tone was full of reluctance.

"This matter has become my inner demon. If I don't avenge my sect, I won't be able to have peace day and night." Song Yalong replied in a calm voice.

He did not tell the last disciples of the Qingxuan Sect that he had practiced evil methods and there was no way back!

Of course, he never regretted it.

"Let's go, I'll take you here. You can only walk the rest of the way on your own!"

Song Yalong said with hope in his eyes: "I hope that one day, you can take the name of Qingxuan Sect and return to the Eastern Region! Defeat Xuanfa Pavilion!"

He knew very clearly that with his little conspiracy, he would at most cause serious damage to Xuanfa Pavilion.

It is very difficult to damage the foundation of Xuanfa Pavilion.

"Uncle Master..."

The disciples were silent. Probably none of them had such confidence, or even dared to imagine.

Because they clearly know how terrifying the Xuanfa Pavilion is.

With just three or two big cats and kittens, they don’t know how many years it will take to give birth to a Nascent Soul, let alone a spirit! More than a dozen transformed gods!

But under Song Yalong's eager, eager, and even crazy eyes, they still mustered up the courage and said:

"Uncle Master! Don't worry! One day, the name of Qingxuan Sect will be heard again in the Eastern Region!"