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Chapter 323 - 314: Completion of a Stage of Inheritance and a Realm Lost [Seeking Monthly Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions]

Chapter 323: Chapter 314: Completion of a Stage of Inheritance and a Realm Lost [Seeking Monthly Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions]

Days flew by, the construction continued, but Wang Zijia began to sense something unusual.

In the Taoist Fantasy of these past few days, the atmosphere was not quite right. There were too many instances concerning the Devil Gate being shared by everyone.

He wasn’t sure if he was being overly sensitive, or if it was because he was in the midst of building connections that he paid more attention, but he noticed that the resources allocated within the sect were being rearranged excessively often.

Every day, he continued his routine: practicing martial arts, casting a curse on Yue Changqing in Min Xin’s Sea of Consciousness, occasionally visiting the Taoist Fantasy, and handling matters of different lineages.

Early this day, at the foot of White Peach Peak, disciples began to arrive one after another, forming small clusters on the hillside.

Most of them were female disciples, with males making up only about a third.

The majority were from the Qifu Faction, but there were also many from other factions.

After more than a month of construction, Wang Zijia had initially completed the planning of the Taoist field on the mountaintop. He also finished the transfer of the array in the lecture hall the previous day.

Today was the first day of his class at White Peach Peak.

Because the journey was long, many disciples used the ’public’ transportation provided by the faction. Wang Zijia had specifically arranged to not hold classes every few days. Instead, he would have one continuous session each month, lasting three days.

He did this to attract a flow of people, encouraging them to stay at the foot of White Peach Peak.

As time went by, more and more people started to arrive, many more than usual.

Aside from the fact that Wang Zijia had not held a class for a long time and that this session would last for several days, the promotion within the faction and institutes also had some involvement.

By noon, with the activation of the array covering the hillside, a line of disciples, guided by the Mountain Guardian Taoist Boy, gradually entered the peach forest at the mountain’s peak.

Within the sparse peach forest, groups of disciples settled down next to the trees. Between each peach tree, there was an array that could be turned on or off.

White clouds drifted leisurely, the forest resembling a painting, the rich spiritual wind swirling — what a field for the immortal family.

Many disciples who had just become beginners in the last decade had never seen such a scene before, and they were so astonished they could hardly tear their gaze away.

After a while, when most of the disciples had gathered, and the time reached ten o’clock, the array of the whole Peach Forest Dojo slightly fluctuated for a moment, and an invisible field covered the entire peach forest.

The groups of disciples next to the trees immediately stopped their conversations and set their sights on the top of the pavilion in the center of the peach forest.

There, a young man had already arrived on the rooftop and activated the array.

As the Eight Trigrams on the top of the Star-picking Tower slowly rotated, the figure of the young man quickly magnified due to the special physical illusion formation. In just a few moments, every disciple in the peach forest could clearly see him just by looking up.

The young man was in his twenties. Today he wore a white scholar’s gown very different from the sect’s standard blue robe. His loose, long hair was half-tied, draped over his shoulders. His gown fluttered, showcasing his handsome, extraordinary visage.

He had an ethereal demeanor, as if he were a splendid jade man, carved from flawless jade. Even standing still, he displayed a graceful charm and an exceptional aura. His nobility and purity conveyed an air of elegance and independence, as if he were about to ascend to immortality in the next moment.

Surely this was what was meant by the phrase: "The prince is as beautiful as jade, unparalleled in the world."

Many female disciples with wavering Taoist hearts were so entranced they could hardly take their eyes off him. Quite a few male disciples were also stunned.

Indeed, in memory, there were no red flowers in the ten miles of peach forest, but the immortals upstairs were heart-blooming everywhere.

"I am Wang Zijia, Dao Child of the Scripture Pavilion. Today, at White Peach Peak, I open a Taoist field in the ten miles of peach forest to preach and pass on the Dharma, teaching disciples."

"First of all, I welcome all my nephews to my Fake Talisman Lineage. Before the lecture, here is a small advertisement."

"The lineage has just opened, everything is new, it’s an excellent time of opportunity. After listening to the class, the interested nephews and juniors can take a good look around."

Having said this, Wang Zijia, who had deliberately worn a white gown for this occasion, paused momentarily, scanned the crowd in the forest, and continued:

"I will not say more of those superfluous words. The first lecture of today will systematically discuss Talisman Way..."

As Wang Zijia began his lecture, an odd force field emanated from him. With the blessing of the array, it was amplified and strengthened, enveloping the entire Peach Forest Dojo.

A sense of clarity flooded the disciples’ minds. Under Wang Zijia’s eloquent speech and lotus-like tongue, myriad realizations bloomed in their hearts.

In the midst of this, Wang Zijia was also delivering a bonus.

So many had made certain realizations and progressed through the smaller stages that they couldn’t be counted.

This was a sermon that was destined to be remembered by numerous people.

The effects it brought were also incredible. After the sermon, many disciples found that they had made significant progress in several Talisman Way spells. They immediately went down the mountain and applied for permanent residence.

There were also groups who set off together, touring the still hastily-built Fake Talisman Lineage.

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The days went by peacefully; every day practicing martial arts, cursing Yue Changqing, handling lineage construction matters, and occasionally visiting the Taoist Fantasy.

As time went by, Wang Zijia clearly sensed that something was really about to happen in the Wanyu Sect.

However, his mission to start a lineage had not been approved yet, which made Wang Zijia unable to relax, his mood heavy.

In the blink of an eye, another month had passed.

The Demon Suppression Sect and Shadow Tomb Raider Team, after two to three months of exploration, gradually established a complete process.

The collected corpses were used every ten days at a constant time to hold rituals and petition the God Monarch.

Every ten days could bring Wang Zijia an income of sixty to seventy thousand units of pollution, which was a significant effect.

Most of the value was provided by the Shadows. The Demon Suppression Sect was still in its early