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Chapter 1794 - 227: Tao Follows Nature

Chapter 1794: Chapter 227: Tao Follows Nature

After the emergence of the new king from Red Cloud Mountain, his first sermon was delivered at the Medicine God Sect in the Undying World. This news quickly spread from the heavens to the earthly realm, much like spring rain falling from the sky, and was soon known by the families and common folk across the Undying World.

In any other place, such joyous news might warrant celebratory feasts lasting several days, but here, it only prompted the common folk to raise their heads with a faint air of pride.

In the Undying World, grand events of this nature were far too common, and the people had become accustomed to them.

Perhaps in other sect sanctuaries, a king being willing to preach would be considered an extraordinary blessing. However, at the Medicine God Sect, there were countless great figures and kings who offered sermons and teachings out of gratitude for the sect’s medical virtues.

Over time, having heard so many sermons, the audience naturally became more particular. According to news from the Divine Sect, many of the Medicine God Sect’s true disciples had little interest in the preaching and teachings of the new king.

Firstly, it was because most Medicine God Sect disciples specialized in medical knowledge and pharmacological studies and were not as fervently dedicated to martial arts.

Secondly, and more importantly, most Wind Media organizations across Xiehe judged that the new king from Red Cloud Mountain likely possessed a divine bloodline impacting the soul or was a great figure specializing in seal techniques.

Regardless of whether it was the former or the latter, these were aspects that were almost impossible to reference, and thus, not particularly appealing to the tastes of those from the Medicine God Sect. Even those who actively sought to attend seemed to do so merely out of curiosity about the new king’s presence.

As for the actual substance of the new king’s "Dao"... the number anticipating it was exceedingly sparse.

This sentiment was reflected in the response from the Underground Palace Masters. Even for ordinary sect kings who came to preach, as long as their techniques aligned with the sect’s cultivation paths, sect masters would always attend and show their support.

If a Martial Arts Monarch from a sacred land were to come, all sect masters secluded on the seventy-two peaks would make their appearance, unwilling to miss even a fraction of the teachings.

But following Jiang Fuling’s announcement of Tang Luo’s sermon, the Underground Palace Masters displayed little interest.

Their sentiment stemmed from the belief that there would be no meaningful insights to glean from Tang Luo’s preaching.

It is said, "When the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams are bent." With such indifference from the sect masters, it was natural for the true disciples to adopt similar attitudes.

"Reporting to the sect master, the list of attendees has been compiled. Aside from sixteen true disciples who wish to hear the academy leader preach, the rest have claimed to be busy in seclusion. The inner sect disciples showed more enthusiasm, but even then, the count only reached one hundred and thirty-seven. Here is the list."

The inner sect elder Jiang Daji handed a jade slip to Jiang Fuling and continued, "As for the sect masters and elders from the various peaks, most feel that this sermon will provide little benefit to their cultivation, so they have shown no interest. Should we consider loosening the selection criteria?"

The Human King chose the Undying World for his first public sermon. If the three thousand seats at He Shou Peak were left unfilled, not only would it be an embarrassment to the academy leader’s reputation, but it would also give the impression that the Medicine God Sect lacked propriety.

Such an outcome was something the Divine Sect Master Jiang Fuling absolutely would not allow: "Each of the seventy-two peaks must send a few disciples, and make sure all three hundred seats at the main platform are filled by Fierce Realm cultivators. As for the remaining nine platforms, you may extend the selection to include ordinary disciples or even medicine apprentices; Fierce Realm cultivators are preferred, but if unavailable, it’s not mandatory. Under no circumstances should He Shou Peak have any empty seats!"

"Understood, I will oversee it immediately."

With the sect master’s instructions, Jiang Daji took a deep breath of relief. Considering the size of the Medicine God Sect, gathering three thousand attendees would not be difficult. As long as Fierce Realm cultivators were seated at the forefront, with the ordinary disciples and medicine apprentices wearing inner sect robes, the arrangement would undoubtedly be flawless.

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The following day, He Shou Peak was bustling. All three thousand stone futons were occupied without a single vacancy, and Welcoming Guest Peak elder Jiang Qinjiao arrived at the residence where Tang Luo was staying to escort him to the summit.

"True to the reputation of a Superior Heavenly Sect, it’s astonishing to see so many Fierce Realm disciples. Such profound resources are truly incredible."

Experiencing the grandeur for the first time, Yun Xiu was utterly awestruck by the Medicine God Sect’s extravagant arrangement. She suppressed her urge to exclaim aloud but still managed to secretly transmit her voice to Tang Luo with a tone full of envy.

"One day, the academy will also have such brilliant disciples."

Tang Luo replied with a slight smile, then gracefully ascended to the elevated sermon platform and calmly seated himself.

As the figure on the sermon platform caught the light, the disciples seated in the front rows of the main platform recognized that the key figure had arrived. They fixed their gaze upon the sermon platform, eager to catch a glimpse of the new king from Red Cloud Mountain.

However, no matter how attentively they stared, Tang Luo’s face appeared to be shrouded in a faint mist; his features were only barely discernible. Yet, when they closed their eyes to recall his appearance, not a single detail came to mind.

Why would this new king refuse to show his true appearance during his sermon and demonstration?

Already disinterested in the teachings, the Medicine God Sect disciples felt even more dissatisfaction. A few inner sect disciples, unable to suppress their curiosity, secretly activated their illusion-breaking mystical techniques, hoping to unveil his true face.

But no matter how they tried, Tang Luo’s visage remained obscured. Even the application of mystical eye techniques proved futile, leaving the misty outline as the only discernible image. It was as if this veiled appearance was his true essence.

The small acts of mischief unfolding beneath the platform did not escape Tang Luo’s notice. However, he felt no need to intervene and proceeded at his preferred pace, beginning his sermon and explaining his methods.

For a millennium, martial arts had flourished. In the first three hundred years, martial arts monarchs had not yet become as self-serving as they were now. At that time, the King Realm was already considered the pinnacle of cultivation, and those who reached the "other shore" often lingered in the mortal world, leaving traces behind.

These traces, whether good or bad, were recorded and gradually turned into conventions. For instance, a Martial Arts Monarch’s complete sermon typically spanned three days.

On the first day, the techniques were explained;

On the second day, the methods were demonstrated;

On the third day, the Dao was imparted.

Only by completing all three parts could it be regarded as a proper sermon. This structured process not only benefited the listeners but also provided the monarch with an opportunity to refine and organize their insights.