I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Half an hour later.

At the main square of Kunlun Taoist Temple, the snowstorm had stopped, but the air felt even heavier than when the blizzard had begun.

More than two thousand disciples, dressed in blue Taoist robes, stood solemnly in formation. Just moments before, they had been excitedly discussing how to perform miracles at home and how to astound their relatives, but now, when that figure appeared on the white marble platform in front of the main hall, all the excitement turned into a deathly silence.

Gu Qing stood on high ground, his gaze like two cold glints, slowly sweeping over everyone below.

He didn't speak, but the pressure emanating from the depths of his soul—or rather, the natural suppression of a lower-level life form by a higher-level life form—caused all the disciples to subconsciously hold their breath.

"I heard your conversation just now."

Gu Qing's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated everyone's ears and even resonated in their minds.

"Some people want to fly back to the city center on their swords, some want to use teleportation techniques to help their families move New Year's goods, and some..." Gu Qing's gaze lingered on the disciple who wanted to use lightness techniques to sing, dance, rap, and play basketball. The latter instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his legs went weak, "He wants to find a sense of existence on a mortal's basketball court."

The square was deathly silent. Many people lowered their heads in shame, while others had shifty eyes, filled with unease at having their thoughts exposed.

"Do you feel powerful? Do you feel amazing?"

Gu Qing's lips curled up slightly, revealing a half-smile. "Showing off your meager skills to mortals, seeing their shocked and worshipful eyes, do you feel that your suffering over the past six months wasn't in vain?"

No one dared to speak.

"There's nothing shameful about it."

Gu Qing changed the subject, the coldness in her tone dissipating somewhat, replaced by a hint of allure, "Cultivating immortality is inherently defying the heavens. If you don't even have that much spirit, what's the point of cultivating immortality? Returning home in glory is like wearing fine clothes at night. I was young once too, I understand."

Upon hearing this, the disciples looked up abruptly, their eyes gleaming with delight. The headmaster understands us!

However, the next second, Gu Qing's voice suddenly turned cold, like a thunderclap:

"but!"

"Remember this: at this moment, standing on Mount Kunlun, you are cultivators, seekers of the Dao. But once you step out of this mountain gate and into the mortal world, you will be outcasts!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Gu Qing caused the enormous holographic map of China to reappear in the void behind him. The map was covered with countless red dots, like wildfire, a truly alarming sight.

"Look at this world."

Gu Qing pointed to the red spots, her voice heavy with sorrow, "More than half a year ago, I told you that this world was sick. Now, these symptoms have begun to show on the skin."

"In the Northeast, there are weasels that have become spirits and are demanding blessings from the villagers; along the coast, there are mutated water ghosts that are dragging fishing boats into the sea... The agents of Bureau 749 are working tirelessly, using their mortal flesh and blood to fight against these strange phenomena."

"And what about you?"

Gu Qing's gaze was like a knife, slicing into everyone's hearts. "You possess power far exceeding that of ordinary people, you have flying swords and talismans nurtured by Kunlun with all its resources, yet all you think about is going home to the basketball court and bullying noobs?"

In the square, the disciple who had wanted to play basketball earlier was now so ashamed that he wanted to disappear into the ground; his face turned a deep purplish-red.

Chu Tian stood at the very front of the group, gripping his sword hilt tightly, his eyes resolute. He had witnessed the devastation in Rongcheng, so he understood the weight of Gu Qing's words all too well.

"Below the mountain lies the mortal world, but also the best training ground for the mind."

Seeing that the time was right, Gu Qing's tone became calm again, "Since you want to return home in glory, since you want to show off in front of people, then do something that is truly worthy of being 'worshipped' by mortals."

"Zhao Feng, give the order."

"yes!"

Zhao Feng, who had been standing to the side and behind, stepped forward, carrying a huge tray in his hands. As he activated his spiritual power, countless streams of light shot out from the tray, hovering precisely in front of each disciple.

It was a palm-sized black iron token with the words "Kunlun" engraved on the front and a complex array node on the back.

"This is an inspection warrant."

Gu Qing stood with his hands behind his back and explained calmly, "It's connected to Kunlun's main system. From now on, each of you will receive a 'task list' on your mobile app."

"If any paranormal events occur on your way home or in your hometown, the patrol order will issue an immediate warning."

"This is your training mission."

Gu Qing held up one finger. "Solving a Yellow-level supernatural event will reward you with a low-grade spirit stone; solving a Profound-level event will reward you with a mid-grade spirit stone, plus the right to borrow books from the 'Scripture Pavilion,' the exact amount depending on the difficulty of the task."

"boom--"

If the reprimand just now was cold water, then the reward now is boiling oil. All the disciples' eyes turned red!

Spirit stones! Those are hard currency!

The Sutra Repository! That's a place filled with countless supernatural powers and techniques!

"Of course, now that I've given you power and rewards, I'm also going to establish three ironclad rules."

Gu Qing's voice instantly suppressed all the agitation, becoming icy and chilling, as if it came from the deepest hell:

First, one must not bully others by abusing one's power.

"If I find out that anyone uses immortal techniques to bully mortals, even just to cut in line or evade a ticket, the patrol order will immediately lock your dantian, and the law enforcement elders will personally come down the mountain to clean up your mess. At that time, don't blame me for not showing any regard for our teacher-student relationship."

"Second, do not interfere with secular political power."

"You are cultivators, not warlords. Hand over disputes among mortals to the police; it is when you encounter demons and monsters that you should draw your swords."

"third……"

Gu Qing paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces, his tone becoming somewhat complicated.

"Come back alive."

"The outside world isn't as safe as you think. There are some things behind those red dots that even I find troublesome. Don't let carelessness cost you your life in a ditch back home."

The entire audience fell silent.

At that moment, the frivolous "going home for the New Year" mentality completely vanished. In its place was a solemn sense of impending battle.

They understood.

This isn't a holiday; it's clearly the first full-scale attack by the "Kunlun Legion"!

"Disciple...accepts the order!"

Chu Tian was the first to kneel on one knee and clasp his hands in a fist salute.

"Disciple obeys!!"

More than two thousand people roared in unison, their voices shattering the clouds in the sky.

Gu Qing watched this scene, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Morale is available.

[Trust conversion rate increased to 120%.]

[The group psychological model has been revised: from "vanity" to "sense of mission."]

"very good."

With a wave of his sleeve, Gu Qing slowly cracked open the mist array that had been shrouding the gate of Kunlun Mountain, revealing the path leading down the mountain to the mortal world.

It was dusk, and the setting sun, like blood, illuminated the road with an exceptionally magnificent light.

"Go."

"Let the world see what a Kunlun disciple is."

"Let those demons and monsters hiding in the shadows know who truly calls the shots in this world!"

As Gu Qing finished speaking, more than two thousand streams of light shot into the sky.

Although most disciples' cultivation levels were not high enough to allow them to fly on swords for extended periods, their figures skimming across the snow, aided by the Lightness Technique and the talismans they had just received, still resembled a pack of tigers descending the mountain.

Furthermore, dozens of elite disciples, riding on magical artifacts, transformed into rainbows that pierced the silent night sky.

Gu Qing stood on the main hall, watching the distant points of light, as if watching countless dandelion seeds being blown in all directions by the wind.

"Dean," Zhao Feng said, looking at the spectacular scene, "your move of 'driving away the tiger to devour the wolf' not only solved the problem for Bureau 749, but also helped them gain some fame."

"reputation?"

Gu Qing looked at the rapidly increasing faith value on the system panel and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"I don't want fame."

"What I want is that when these three thousand disciples manifest miracles and vanquish demons across the country, the words 'cultivating immortality' will be thoroughly imprinted in the hearts of every Chinese person."

"This is the real...cultural invasion."

Gu Qing turned around, her shadow stretching long in the setting sun.