If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 442: Unity of Dao
Cheng Yuejie was about to kneel down on the spot, begging Li Yanmo to take back his decision.

She now understood why Li Yanmo said that it would waste a lot of her time.

Asking her to become the master of Jianmen would be a waste of her time! Not only would it be a waste of her time, it would cost her life!
It’s a pity that Cheng Yuejie was supported by Yueyue halfway through her kneeling.

The big man in the Tribulation Crossing Stage personally took action, and Cheng Yuejie, a little Yuanying Stage cultivator, could not kneel down even if she used all her strength.

Seeing Cheng Yuejie's miserable appearance, Li Yanmo couldn't bear it, so he waved and called Cheng Yuejie to a dark place. Before Li Yanmo could say anything, Cheng Yuejie knelt down with a thud and refused to stand up no matter what.

"Master Li! Please let me go! I, I... I really can't bear the responsibility of being the master of the Sword Sect! I, I want to travel the world with a sword in the future and find someone to learn sword skills from! How can I live like this!"

Cheng Yuejie was so choked with sobs that she felt like banging her head against the wall due to the grievance.

The Lord of Jianmen, that is the Lord of Jianmen!
"Ahem - Xiao Cheng, don't be like this, listen to my explanation," Li Yanmo stretched out his hand to pull Cheng Yuejie up.

But Cheng Yuejie is a real Yuanying stage cultivator, and he, who is a fake Yuanying stage cultivator, really can't pull her away.

"Xiao Cheng, I'm actually helping you. Think about it, if you appear as the leader of Jianmen and sit at the same table with other super sects..."

"No, no, no, I don't want it, I don't want it! Sect Master Li, please let me go!" Cheng Yuejie imagined the scene and her sword heart was shattered to the ground. She curled up into a ball and refused to pull her head out no matter what.

"Xiao Cheng! Xiao Cheng, don't be like this! Listen to me! If you were to appear as the leader of the Sword Sect, others would definitely assess your strength. They would surely find that you are not as exaggerated as the rumors say. How many of the other super sects have sword cultivators? They don't understand what goes on in a sword cultivator's mind!"

Li Yanmo was afraid that Cheng Yuejie would just retreat like this, so he quickly spoke to comfort her, "Your strength is obviously nothing, yet you sit in the position of the master of Jianmen. They will definitely suspect that there is something fishy going on here—"

Although Cheng Yuejie didn't answer, she raised her head slightly and showed her eyes.

"Xiao Cheng, you can say some arrogant words as the master of Jianmen. Those super sects will think that you are a spokesperson pushed by someone and will not really regard you as the master of Jianmen. When the time comes, just arrange for someone else to take over, and all the attention will be shifted to that person. No one will care who you are!"

Cheng Yuejie raised her head and cautiously asked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, I never lie. Besides..." Li Yanmo hesitated for a moment and then whispered, "Xiao Cheng, everyone knows that you accepted Yue Yue and the others as your disciples. Jianmen will definitely appear in the Taoist competition this time. If you don't show up, it will only confirm your identity as the leader of Jianmen. Then no one will be able to save you."

Cheng Yuejie opened her mouth, lowered her head, and accepted her fate.

"Welcome the Master of Sword Gate!"

Yue Yue and other sword masters bowed to Cheng Yuejie, whose face looked as pale as death.

Mei Chai Shao was silent for a long time before looking at the third elder of Qingshan Sect. "Are you taking care of this child?"

"No, it's not me, I, I didn't!" The third elder of Qingshan Sect shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help Cheng Yuejie, but Cheng Yuejie...was just too high-brow! She'd already become the leader of Jianmen, so as her master, he should quickly draw a line and not embarrass Cheng Yuejie. Jianmen's men were all present, and super sect prodigies like Cui Yu'er were also ready to go. More than half of them had forged Supreme Golden Core through intense combat and frequent Dan-forming exercises, while the rest remained in the state of Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. They professed caution, but Hong Mu'er and the others saw through their hidden agenda.

This means that he has already determined that the next elixir he will form will be the Supreme Golden Elixir, so he is waiting to form the elixir in public and make others envious!

Hong Muer expressed her envy in her real name.

Soon it was time to set sail.

The ancient vessel slowly rose, its hull covered in mottled moss and vines, as if awakening from a deep slumber on the seabed. Its sails, tattered and worn, swung even without wind, emitting a faint blue light. The carving on the prow depicted a massive sea beast, its eyes gleaming with a mysterious light, as if gazing into the endless void.

As the ship gradually rose into the air, the surrounding air began to distort, as if time and space were collapsing around it. Thick clouds, like a gray curtain, slowly approached the ship. Low thunder could be heard faintly from the clouds, as if welcoming this ancient giant.

The moment the ship sank into the clouds, they seemed to tear apart, revealing a deep rift. The ship gradually vanished into the dense mist, leaving only a faint blue light glimmering through the clouds before it was completely swallowed up. Only a roiling sea of clouds remained in the sky, as if nothing had happened. Yet, the oppressive feeling of a massive object lingered, as if the ancient ship still lay deep within the clouds, awaiting its next arrival.

Looking at the geniuses on the deck who were using various magic arrays to create strange visions, Li Yanmo felt very subtly moved.

Hong Muer muttered quietly, "Why not use the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin? That one is obviously more powerful."

"No, we'll get complaints," Zhong Sanyuan waved his hand. "They've registered the rights to use it. Anything reminiscent of a nine-dragon coffin is not allowed, so eight or seven dragons are not allowed."

Hong Muer stuck out her tongue, and Li Yanmo became interested. "Why is that?"

"This... is very complicated to explain," Zhong Sanyuan rubbed his hair. "The Dayu Daoist tradition originated from the Dao Pillar. With the help of the Dao Pillar, the Dayu Daoist tradition has developed much faster than the Great Desolate Daoist tradition, but this also brought another problem."

"The Daozhu will sort out Dayu's Dao lineage."

Li Yanmo raised his eyebrows. Lily Jiang also mentioned combing, but it was obviously a completely different meaning from what Zhong Sanyuan said.

"Similar sects will unconsciously unite under the influence of the Dao Pillar," Zhong Sanyuan pressed his palms together in front of him. "Sometimes it might be a friendly alliance, other times it might be a life-and-death conflict. For hundreds of thousands of years, all sects with similar Daoist traditions have united for some reason without exception."

"Of course, it's better to say it's annexation than unification. The stronger party will always absorb the weaker party and improve its own Taoism."

"Dayu Daotong once had hundreds of super sects. Under the invisible organization of Daozhu, the remaining ones are now more than 70 super sects that have no connection with each other and are completely independent of the Daotong."

At this time, Hong Muer interrupted and said, "There was once a super sect called Hehuan Sect, but they couldn't compare with them in being coquettish..."

Before Hong Muer could finish her words, Yao Mengyi, who was accompanying her, covered her mouth.

(End of this chapter)