parentshiftbook Chapter 247: Yin Yang Sword Sect
Chapter 247: Yin Yang Sword Sect
After obtaining the sect token, Zhang Ping left Penglai Immortal City and finally chose Bobo Mountain to settle down, establish his sect, and set up shop.
This Bobo Mountain is located in the heart of the Penglai Plain, at a distance that is neither too far nor too near from the Immortal City, but right in the middle. It is a rare hilly area on the plain, with fertile fields nestled among the mountains. It is densely populated, easy to travel to and from, and has a higher concentration of spiritual energy than the surrounding areas, making it an excellent location for establishing a sect.
Unfortunately, all the decent hills in this area have long been occupied by various sects, and Bobo Mountain is one of the few remaining unclaimed hills.
As for why...
Zhang Ping opened his mouth, bit off the grape offered to him, and glanced at the plump white bird hanging upside down on a thick bamboo pole not far away, his eyes clearly showing his disdain.
This bird is called the Bobo Bird, a species unique to Bobo Mountain, and its intelligence is among the lowest in the bird world. Young Bobo Birds are round and fluffy, with an adorable and endearing appearance, making them very popular with female cultivators, who often capture them to keep as spirit pets. However, once they reach adulthood, their bodies grow wildly, becoming obese and bloated, resembling a fluffy little fat man. Their intelligence also plummets with age; in short, they completely regress from lovable little cuties into universally disliked, silly birds.
This is why most of the bougainvillea kept at home end up being abandoned after reaching adulthood.
Bobo Mountain is the native habitat of the Bobo bird, and the abandoned, silly birds eventually fly back here. Over time, apart from the occasional female cultivator who goes into the mountain to catch baby birds, the mountain is full of adult, clumsy creatures.
Seemingly sensing Zhang Ping's gaze, the Bobo bird, hanging upside down on the bamboo pole, tilted its head, its clear, silly eyes instantly fixing on the grapes on the stone table. It immediately flapped its wings and rushed over, but due to excessive force, it crashed hard into the vermilion pillar of the pavilion with a thud. The bird was stuck to the pillar like a piece of sticky rice cake for half a second before slid dizzily to the ground.
"Ah! Fatty, are you alright?"
Seeing this, Lu Rou, who was staring longingly at the grapes, let out a cry and rushed over, squatting down to cradle the dazed, silly bird. Her voice trembled with anxiety: "Fatty, please don't be hurt! Fatty?"
The bird, dazed and confused from the impact, shook its round head, unable to recover for a long time. Lu Rou grew even more anxious, turning around and snatching the grape platter from the stone table. She then squatted back down in front of the bird, her face full of concern: "Don't be afraid, Fatty, some grapes will make you feel better!"
Zhang Ping's hand, which had just reached for a grape, grasped nothing. Looking up, he saw the little girl squatting on the ground, diligently peeling grapes. He was about to say that this silly bird even ate the skin, so there was no need for all this trouble, when he saw Lu Rou twirl her fingertips and stuff a plump piece of peeled fruit into her mouth. With her cheeks puffed out, she mumbled indistinctly to the silly bird, "Fatty, wake up! Eating some grape skins will make it feel better."
"..."
As the sun began to set and dusk settled over the bamboo forest, two figures walked together along the forest path.
The woman leading the way was dressed in a neat training robe, holding a long sword with a bamboo sheath in her hand. A thin layer of sweat still clung to her forehead. Her steps were steady and her bearing heroic; she was none other than Wu Tianyu, the sect's second senior sister. Beside her, Dongfang Shuyi carried a stack of Xuan paper and brushes, her steps light and deliberate. Her almond-shaped eyes occasionally swept across the surrounding bamboo forest, clearly searching for a scene to paint. She was none other than the sect's senior sister.
"Senior Sister! Second Sister! You're finally back!"
Lu Rou immediately pushed the grape skins in front of Fatty and skipped over to greet him.
Dongfang Shuyi chuckled, gently tapping the bruise on her forehead with her paintbrush, and asked curiously, "Xiaolu, what happened to your forehead? Did you bump into Fatty again?"
"Ah! Senior sister, be gentle, it hurts!" Lu Rou covered her forehead and shrank back, looking aggrieved.
Wu Tianyu glanced at him, but didn't make any more jokes. He turned to Zhang Ping in the pavilion, cupped his hands in greeting, and said in a clear voice, "Sect Master, the main hall of the sect has been completed as you instructed. I personally supervised the construction for the past three months, and the craftsmen did not cut corners in the slightest."
After saying that, she gave Dongfang Shuyi a wink.
Dongfang Shuyi immediately stepped forward and handed a meticulously drawn scroll to Zhang Ping with both hands.
Zhang Ping took the blueprints, and his body, which had been lazily leaning against the bamboo chair, straightened up a bit, and his casual gaze became more focused and serious.
From receiving the sect token to finally settling down here, almost a year has passed. He has finally established a true foothold of his own in this Penglai region. Only he knows how many twists and turns he went through, so naturally he had to plan every single brick and tile of this sect meticulously.
His fair fingertips traced the palaces marked on the blueprints, his gaze so focused that he seemed oblivious to the surrounding noises.
Outside the pavilion, Lu Rou was pestering Dongfang Shuyi to paint a portrait of her and Fatty. Wu Tianyu stood still, his gaze fixed on Zhang Ping, slightly lost in thought, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions and doubt.
Two months ago, she met Zhang Ping, who was about to establish a sect, by chance on the way. After much deliberation, she finally chose to join the sect. At that time, Dongfang Shuyi was already the designated senior sister, so she became the second senior sister of the Yin Yang Sword Sect. The Yin Yang Sword Sect was the name that Zhang Ping had chosen for this new sect.
At this moment, her mind was racing: The sect leader's plan for this sect is truly unique, completely different from any sect I've ever seen before. I wonder just how far the sect leader's true cultivation has reached. If he has reached the Divine Integration Realm, our sect can at least gain a foothold in the Penglai Plains…
If recruiting disciples goes smoothly in the future, I won't have to travel around and risk my life for cultivation resources like I did when I was a rogue cultivator. Cultivating within a sect is always better than wandering from place to place.
As she was thinking, Zhang Ping's fingertips had already left the paper, and his slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
"Hmm, well done." He looked up at the two of them, his tone steady. "The disciples' living quarters can be built to this scale for now. When we recruit disciples, we value quality over quantity; it's better to have fewer but better ones. The extra open space doesn't need to be expanded with more houses; it can be converted into a spirit field for growing spirit herbs and plants."
"And these eight separate preaching halls, don't make them too solemn and rigid. You can transplant some flowers, grass and trees around them to make them brighter."
Wu Tianyu immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, disciple will go down the mountain tomorrow to purchase materials and arrange for craftsmen to begin work."
Although she had doubts in her heart, she did not understand why the sect leader had to break down the lecture hall into such a detailed division, forcibly categorizing alchemy, swordsmanship, talismanic arts, and array formation, and she did not understand why the sect's core scripture pavilion had been renamed "Library" in such a strange way.
But she was never one to talk much; once the sect leader gave an order, she simply did as he instructed.