Chapter 125
The old Daoist, with an immortal's demeanor and a sage's bones, stood amidst the clouds gazing at the land below belonging to the Congyun Sect and exclaimed in admiration, "Though the Congyun Sect has declined, this blessed land remains. With such a spiritually nurturing environment and overwhelming spiritual energy, it is truly a rare treasure."
"It's a pity, such a precious land in the hands of the Congyun Sect fails to reveal its marvelous uses."
The nine young men and women in the clouds scoffed, with an arrogant young man sneering, "The Congyun Sect has degraded from generation to generation, recruiting disciples who are nothing more than useless bags of wine and rice. If there were any disciples with a bit of talent, who would join this decaying Congyun Sect? They occupy such a treasure land in vain. It would be better to seize this land and incorporate it into our Taixuan Sect, to put it to good use and not disgrace this blessed spiritual land."