383: Chapter 377 Ye Qing and Ye Yuxi, siblings

A moment later, a paper crane overflowing with Spiritual Qi took shape.

Chen Zhiwen whispered a few words to the paper crane, detailing the final arrangements for the island migration.

The paper crane spread its wings and transformed into a streak of yellow light, flying out through the ventilation duct of the secret chamber.

Having finished this trivial matter, Chen Zhiwen walked out of the secret chamber.

He arrived at the front hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

There, he met the siblings Ye Qing and Ye Yuxi, who had arrived early to pledge their allegiance.

As soon as the two stepped into the great hall, they appeared extremely restrained.

Chen Zhiwen sat upright in the main seat, his gaze calmly scrutinizing them.

His Divine Sense quietly probed out, sensing a faint, obscure fluctuation deep within their Divine Souls.

That was the Spiderweb Blood Seal he had personally planted years ago.

This blood seal was like a maggot in the bone; with a single thought from him, the siblings would suffer Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Now, these two were sensible enough to come and defect as promised.

"Ye Qing and Ye Yuxi pay respects to the Grand Elder."

Ye Qing pulled his sister and knelt respectfully on the ground.

He kowtowed deeply, his tone filled with a trace of awe and sycophancy.

Facing this Golden Core Cultivator who held their lives in his hands, he dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous.

"Rise."

Chen Zhiwen lifted his hand faintly.

He picked up the Spirit tea beside him and gently scraped the tea foam.

His gaze swept over the siblings, seemingly evaluating their value.

"Since you have come as promised, this Seat will naturally not treat you unfairly."

Chen Zhiwen put down the teacup, his voice echoing in the great hall.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping gently on the table.

The pressure of a superior was released invisibly.

"From today on, you two siblings are officially incorporated into the Sect's Guest Hall."

Chen Zhiwen issued the appointment directly.

He looked at the two, his eyes filled with unquestionable majesty.

This Guest Hall was an institution specifically established by the Heavenly Sword Sect to recruit high-level Cultivators with different surnames.

"You are directly promoted to First-Rank Guest Elder, enjoying the highest standard of treatment in the Sect."

Chen Zhiwen threw out the bait.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he observed their reactions.

A First-Rank Guest Elder held a status second only to the core Elders of the Sect.

"As for your annual salary, let's set it at two thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

Chen Zhiwen announced the number.

He picked up his teacup and took another sip.

To a Loose Cultivator, this amount of Spirit Stones was an absolutely irresistible fortune.

Hearing this number, the breathing of Ye Qing and Ye Yuxi instantly became rapid.

The two siblings had been drifting outside for many years, and could be said to have faced life-and-death situations for even a tiny bit of cultivation resources.

Two thousand Spirit Stones.

This was enough to equal their desperate accumulation over the past ten years.

"Many thanks to the Grand Elder for your great kindness! Your subordinates will definitely pledge our lives to the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Ye Qing's face flushed with excitement.

He kowtowed heavily once more, his voice trembling slightly.

Beside him, Ye Yuxi also kowtowed repeatedly.

Chen Zhiwen accepted their loyalty with a calm expression.

His Divine Sense swept over their Dantians, and a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

The Aptitude of these two siblings was quite good; both possessed rare High Grade Spiritual Roots.

Especially the older brother, Ye Qing.

The true essence within his body was already extremely viscous, and his Spiritual Qi fluctuations were intense.

This clearly showed he had already reached the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

With just a little polishing and the assistance of a Core Formation pill, he could potentially Breakthrough to the Golden Core Stage at any time.

Once Ye Qing successfully achieved Core Formation, the Heavenly Sword Sect would have another top combatant.

As for his sister, Ye Yuxi, although her cultivation was slightly inferior.

She had also reached the Late Stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

What was even rarer was that Chen Zhiwen knew she was extremely skilled in the art of Spirit Medicine cultivation.

In terms of the Sect's logistics and support, this was a rare talent.

"Since you have just arrived, do not be in a rush to accept missions."

Chen Zhiwen waved his hand, stopping their expressions of gratitude.

He pondered for a moment and made appropriate arrangements.

After all, these two were forced to come and would need time to adjust.

"You shall first head to Crescent Moon Valley to settle down and wait there for further orders."

Chen Zhiwen instructed.

He looked at Ye Yuxi and added a sentence.

Crescent Moon Valley was the most important Spirit Medicine cultivation base of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and it would be perfect to put her to good use.

After the Ye siblings received their orders and withdrew.

A rush of footsteps came from outside the great hall.

Elder Chen Qiuye, who was in charge of coordinating the migration, walked in quickly.

He looked slightly exhausted, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

"Reporting to the Grand Elder, the migration of the surrounding islands has achieved phased progress."

Chen Qiuye stood in the center of the great hall.

He held a thick register in both hands and reported in a loud voice.

Over the past few months, he had been working on this massive project almost without sleep or rest.

"Speak."

Chen Zhiwen straightened his body slightly.

He stared at Chen Qiuye with a sharp gaze.

The number of Mortals and Cultivators was the cornerstone of the Sect's development, and he valued this highly.

"As of yesterday, all 1.44 million Mortals in the surrounding sea areas have completed their migration!"

Chen Qiuye opened the register and read out this astonishing number loudly.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his tone full of pride.

This was over a million mouths; just mobilizing the sea ships had cost countless manpower and material resources.

"In addition, a total of 620 Loose Cultivators and subsidiary Family Cultivators have been gathered along the way."

Chen Qiuye continued to report.

He pointed to the pages of dense lists in the register.

These six hundred plus people were a huge supplement to the Heavenly Sword Sect's low-level combat strength.

"Among them, there are nine experts whose cultivation has reached the seventh layer of Qi Refining or above."

Chen Qiuye closed the register and made the final summary.

He looked up at Chen Zhiwen, waiting for the Grand Elder's instructions.

As long as these nine Late Stage Qi Refining Cultivators were granted Foundation Establishment pills, they could become the backbone of the Sect at any time.

Chen Zhiwen nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction with the result.

1.44 million Mortals was an extremely huge base.

With these Mortals multiplying and living here, the Heavenly Sword Sect would be able to continuously screen for fresh blood with Spiritual Roots in the future.

"Qiuye, you have done well; this is a great contribution for you."

Chen Zhiwen was not stingy with his praise.

He looked at Chen Qiuye with an appreciative look in his eyes.

Clear rewards and punishments were his basic principles for governing subordinates.

"However, the migration is not yet completely over."

Chen Zhiwen's tone changed, becoming stern.

He stood up, walked to the huge sea map in the great hall, and pointed to the location of the Heavenly Sword Sect's main island.

This was the base camp and could not tolerate the slightest carelessness.

"Pass on my order to immediately recall all the commoners from the six towns on the main island."

Chen Zhiwen issued a strict order.

He tapped his fingers heavily on the sea map several times.

With a great war imminent, the Mortals scattered at the edges of the island were extremely easy targets for the enemy.

"Have Chen Linlin, Chen Dazhi, and others set aside their current tasks and personally lead teams to the main city."

Chen Zhiwen continued to instruct.

He turned his head to look at Chen Qiuye with cold eyes.

These Golden Core Elders were usually high and mighty, and now it was time for them to contribute some effort.

"Let them use Earth-type Spells to build large-scale high-rise buildings in the city that can accommodate the Mortals."

Chen Zhiwen stated his vision.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze profound.

With over a million people flooding into the main city, single-story houses simply could not accommodate them; it was necessary to use the power of Cultivators to change the layout of the city.

Chen Qiuye received his orders and left in a hurry.

The great hall returned to calm once again.

In the latter half of the day, the sun gradually slanted to the west.

Chen Zhiwen met with two newly promoted Foundation Establishment Cultivators of the Family in the side hall.

These two were Sun Tong and Chen Qin.

They stood in the hall, their surrounding Spiritual Qi still somewhat restless, clearly having just made their Breakthrough not long ago.

Chen Zhiwen's gaze fell on Chen Qin first.

Although Chen Qin was nominally a member of the Chen Family, she was already quite old.

Gray hair had already grown on her temples, and the wrinkles on her face were clearly visible.

Chen Zhiwen only took one look before shaking his head in his heart.

Chen Qin's Qi and blood were declining, and forcing a Foundation Establishment had already exhausted all her potential.

In this life, her cultivation would stop at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment.

Chen Zhiwen had never been willing to spend much effort on Cultivators who had no potential for cultivation.

He simply encouraged Chen Qin a few words.

He bestowed upon her an ordinary Low Grade flying Magical Artifact.

Then he let her withdraw to find a leisurely job in the Outer Sect to spend her old age.

After dismissing Chen Qin, Chen Zhiwen focused all his attention on Sun Tong.

This Sun Tong was a Cultivator with a different surname, only in his early thirties.

He was slightly chubby and looked somewhat honest, but his eyes revealed shrewdness.

What Chen Zhiwen valued most was the astonishing talent Sun Tong had shown in the way of Talismans.

According to the assessment records of the Sect's Internal Affairs Hall.

Sun Tong had just established his Foundation and was already able to stably refine Medium Grade Level 2 Talismans.

Moreover, his success rate was as high as an astonishing forty percent.

In the cultivation world, Talisman Masters were already scarce.

A forty percent success rate meant that Sun Tong could not only be self-sufficient but also bring a continuous stream of wealth and combat supplies to the Sect.

"Sun Tong, look up."

Chen Zhiwen's voice was very gentle.

He looked at the slightly nervous chubby man in front of him, his eyes full of appreciation.

This was a rare technical talent.

Sun Tong raised his head hurriedly, but his eyes still dared not look directly at Chen Zhiwen.

He swallowed nervously.

His hands were constantly rubbing under his wide Daoist robe, showing his inner anxiety.

"I am already aware of your attainments in Talismans."

Chen Zhiwen said straightforwardly.

He casually threw a Jade Slip to Sun Tong.

It contained several rare Talisman legacies collected by the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"The Sect will never bury any talented Disciple."

Chen Zhiwen began to paint a big picture.

He walked up to Sun Tong and patted him on the shoulder to show closeness.

This was a good way to win people's hearts.

"I will give you a promise today."

Chen Zhiwen's expression became extremely solemn.

He stared into Sun Tong's eyes and said word by word.

He was not just saying this for Sun Tong to hear, but also to use Sun Tong's mouth to pass it on to all the Cultivators with different surnames in the Sect.

"As long as you can successfully draw a Level 3 Talisman within one year."

Chen Zhiwen put forward a highly challenging condition.

His gaze was burning.

Level 3 Talismans were great lethal weapons capable of posing a threat to Golden Core Cultivators.

"At that time, no matter how many resources it costs, the Sect will fully assist you in breaking through to the Golden Core Dao!"

Chen Zhiwen threw out the final bombshell.

His voice was resonant, echoing in the great hall.

This was not just a promise, but a clear signpost for the future direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Sun Tong was dizzy from this huge pie falling from the sky.

He knelt on the ground with a thud.

Trembling with excitement, he expressed his loyalty incoherently.

He knew that his life was now completely sold to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Chen Zhiwen looked at the tearfully grateful Sun Tong and sneered inwardly.

The reason he made such a heavy promise to a Cultivator with a different surname.

Was to send a strong signal to the outside world.

The Heavenly Sword Sect would no longer be a Family-style Sect dominated by the Chen Family.

He wanted to reveal his grand intention of abandoning the clan and establishing a Sect.

He wanted to break the barriers of Bloodline and appoint people on their merits.

Only in this way could he absorb more geniuses and push the Heavenly Sword Sect to a higher Peak.

However, Chen Zhiwen also knew very well that he could not take too big a step.

Currently, the Foundation of the Sect was still controlled by the Chen Family.

Such a transformation would inevitably lead to a fierce backlash within the Family.

Therefore, the plan to establish the Sect could not be rushed.

Everything had to wait until the annihilation of the Wan Family and the Xia Family, his two Mortal enemies.

Wait until the external environment was completely stabilized.

With the power of a great victory, he could calmly plan this internal power reshuffle.

The next morning.

The sea was covered with a thin layer of mist.

At the ferry of the Heavenly Sword Sect's main island, the waves gently lapped against the reef.

A slightly dilapidated merchant ship slowly docked.

On the deck, an old man with a haggard face and wearing a gray robe stepped off.

The old man was none other than Ye Xin, who had rushed over overnight.

As soon as he stepped onto the bluestone slab of the ferry.

He felt the air around him suddenly condense.

A vast and boundless, almost tangible, terrifying Divine Sense instantly crossed a distance of dozens of miles and locked onto him tightly.

The pressure contained in this Divine Sense made him, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, feel a sense of suffocation.

Ye Xin's face turned pale instantly.

He didn't even dare to raise his head.

His legs went soft, and he hurriedly threw himself onto the cold bluestone slab.

"Subordinate Ye Xin, pays respect to the Grand Elder!"

He shouted loudly at the void with a trembling voice.

His forehead was pressed tightly against the ground, cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

On the ferry, the sea breeze was salty and astringent.

Ye Xin, an old man who was once a figure in Baisha Market, was now kneeling humbly on the cold bluestone slab.

He didn't dare to raise his head, his body trembling slightly because of extreme fear.

Chen Zhiwen's terrifying Divine Sense pressure was like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on his heart.

Making him unable to even generate a thought of resistance.

"Rise."

An indifferent voice rang in Ye Xin's ears out of thin air.

As soon as the words fell, the suffocation-inducing pressure vanished instantly.

Ye Xin felt as if he had been granted amnesty, his whole body went soft, almost collapsing on the ground.

He hurriedly braced his trembling arms, stood up respectfully, bowed his waist, and kept his posture extremely low.

"Subordinate Ye Xin, pays respects to the Grand Elder."

Ye Xin's voice was hoarse and respectful.

He folded his hands in front of him, bowed deeply, and his eyes never dared to look directly at any existence in the void.

Chen Zhiwen's figure did not appear.

His voice drifted from afar again, carrying an unquestionable command.

"You go to the city first and help Huang Wanfu build the high-rise buildings."

This order made Ye Xin freeze for a moment.