Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

Chapter 232 The New Order

Time flies, and the world changes.

Eight years have passed since Wang Ning became the sect leader of Miaoyin Sect.

A lot has happened in these eight years.

After a thorough internal cleanup, the Star Palace began to recuperate and rebuild.

The Taiping Alliance, led by Qingyangmen, gradually occupied all the territory of the Nixing Alliance.

Three years ago, after seeing that all the righteous sects had joined the Taiping Alliance, the Wanfa Sect also wanted to send someone to negotiate with the Qingyang Sect.

But in the end, the Three Yang Old Demon came to challenge Wan Sangu to a duel, and with many forces as witnesses, he defeated Wan Sangu in twenty rounds, becoming the undisputed number one in the Chaotic Star Sea.

After Wan Sangu's defeat, she declared that Wanfamen would henceforth follow Qingyangmen's lead and presented her Three Gods White Bone Banner as a gift to Qingyangmen.

After this, the twenty-four islands overseas and the twelve islands within the inner star were re-divided.

The war ended, and a peaceful life returned.

A new order has replaced the old one.

Under the leadership of Master Ziling, the Miaoyin Sect relocated to a small island with spiritual veins on the outskirts of Kuixing Island.

Purple Garden Island, the training ground of the Myriad Sounds Sect.

"Cheer up, all of you! Stop looking so gloomy! Today, you newly initiated Qi Refining disciples must begin your Body Refinement training!"

Fan Jingmei had her arms bare, her shoulders exposed, and she was only wearing a bra on her upper body.

"You little sluts, don't even think about slacking off. Fifty sets of weighted squats, one hundred sets of powerlifting. Ten sets for every set you miss! Get to work!"

Zhuo Ruting, who was also wearing only a dark green bra, held a circular array plate in her hand.

As soon as the array plate turned, the gravity in the training ground tripled.

Several female disciples who were slightly weaker knelt down on one knee. The black iron blocks on their backs pressed down on them, bending their backs into an arc shape. Sweat dripped from their chins onto the bluestone ground.

Fan Jingmei frowned, strode over, and grabbed the disciples and pulled them up.

Her bare arms were clearly defined by muscle lines, and her bra, soaked with sweat, clung to her body, outlining a stunning figure.

"Master Fan—this disciple, this disciple truly cannot lift it any further—"

A round-faced girl in the third row had red-rimmed eyes and held a pair of stone locks in her arms, trembling like autumn leaves in the wind.

"Can't lift it? So you want to be a spineless coward?"

Fan Jingmei shouted the question.

"I...I don't want to!"

The round-faced girl answered loudly.

"Since you don't want to be a spineless coward, then train like crazy!"

Fan Jingmei also carried the black iron block on her back, picked up the stone lock, and began to stand in front of the disciples to demonstrate the movements.

Every movement of hers was perfect; when she squatted, her thighs were parallel to the ground, and when she stood up, her knees were locked but not hyperextended.

During powerlifting, the stone lock is pushed from the chest to the top of the head in a straight line, pauses for a second, and then slowly returns to its original position.

Fifty squats, one hundred powerlifting exercises.

When she finished the last set, her breathing became slightly rapid. She casually tugged at the edge of her bra to let the sweat slide down her arm before facing the disciples again.

Fan Jingmei stood at the front of the line, coldly observing the movements of each disciple.

If she sees someone with incorrect posture, she will walk over and kick the person's shin with her toe, or slap the person's waist to correct those minor deviations.

The force was not light; the disciples being corrected often grimaced but dared not utter a sound.

Time passed slowly, and finally, the last disciple finished the last set of powerlifting.

Outside the training ground, Wang Ning, the deputy island master of Kui Xing Island and the sect master of Miao Yin Sect, was observing the new disciples inside.

"Not bad, these young girls from families of cultivators are all very persevering. The rogue cultivators over there are also quite good."

Wang Ning said with satisfaction.

"Yes, with these promising talents, our Miaoyin Sect will surely become one of the top sects in the Chaotic Star Sea in the future."

Wen Siyue stood to the side and said happily.

Eight years ago, Wang Ning won the position of sect leader of Miaoyin Sect.

She then began to make sweeping changes to the Miaoyin Sect.

She let the disciples in the sect choose for themselves: whether to follow her to the new sect on Kuixing Island for arduous training, or to take their severance pay and leave Miaoyin Sect.

In the end, half of the disciples chose to follow, while the other half chose to leave.

Finally, she led the remaining disciples to re-establish the sect on Purple Garden Island, founding the New Wonderful Sound Sect.

The current Miaoyin Sect primarily focuses on the dual cultivation of Dharma and body. Dharma: The cultivation methods are based on the original Way of Music. Body:

He primarily cultivates the body-refining techniques newly compiled by Qingfeng.

In addition to these, the Miaoyin Sect also cultivates alchemy, talismans, formations, and weapon crafting. Every disciple undergoes grueling training.

"Yes, Miaoyin Sect will definitely become a powerful sect that can help Brother Qing in the future."

Wang Ning said confidently.

Ling Yuling has a Star Palace, so Wang Ning also needs a career to prove herself.

Whatever dowry Ling Yuling could provide, Wang Ning could also provide.

She wanted to prove that she was Qingfeng's most capable Daoist partner, not a burden who held him back.

"Sister Wang Ning, you said that all the promising talents that Taoist nun had her eye on are now with us. Won't she be furious?"

Wen Siyue said with a smile.

"Heh, so what if she's angry? This year, the Jade Observation Sect has recruited two-thirds fewer new disciples than it did four years ago."

A group of old, conservative Taoist nuns always kept their skills to themselves, and their disciples had to become their personal disciples if they wanted to learn anything from them.

How could these old sects compare to the new sects established by Brother Qing?

Wang Ning remained calm. The Miaoyin Sect of today was no longer the Miaoyin Sect of the past, and she had long since understood this.

The mental barrier has also been broken.

With another ten or twenty years of cultivation, one can raise their cultivation level to the late stage of Core Formation.

"Yes, now the Qingyang Sect, Kuixing Island, and Miaoyin Sect don't care about aptitude, they only care about character."

Even those with low talent, possessing only four or five spiritual roots, can still join a sect and obtain cultivation resources through hard work and contribution.

In this way, in a few hundred years, our disciples will be spread throughout the Inner Star Sea.

Wen Siyue linked arms with Wang Ning, dreaming about the future, but then her expression turned somewhat disappointed.

"I just don't know when the young master will return. He's been away at sea for two years already. When he left, he didn't even mention taking us with him."

Wen Siyue pouted, clearly missing Qingfeng.

"There are many monsters in the outer sea. Brother Qing is a Nascent Soul cultivator, so it is more convenient for him to act alone."

With our Core Formation stage cultivation, following him will only hold us back. If we want to keep up with Brother Qing, we need to cultivate even harder.

Wang Ning was giving instructions to Si Yue, and also reminding herself.

"Sister Wang Ning is right. I will definitely work hard in my cultivation and strive to break through the bottleneck and advance to the mid-stage of Core Formation as soon as possible."

Siyue nodded seriously.

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