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Chapter 58
If that is the case, it doesn't take much; even if they lose ninety percent, there would still be a thousand disciples who could achieve the Emperor Realm.
A thousand Monarchs!
Under normal circumstances, if a sect with ten thousand High-Level Monarch disciples could produce a hundred Monarchs, it would already be considered quite good. Thus, if a thousand could achieve Monarch status, it would clearly be a tremendous benefit for the Xianjian Sect.
As for Elder Mei's talk about being a sinner, the other elders did not take it seriously at all.
Did these disciples really think that if they didn't face setbacks today, they could break through to Monarch? If breaking through to Monarch were that easy, how could the Twelve Cities only have around forty to fifty thousand Monarchs in total?
Even if they lost nine thousand disciples, the elders felt nothing but gratitude towards Lian Yun and no resentment whatsoever.
Moreover, as Elder Mei mentioned, allowing some individuals to understand themselves earlier could enable them to take on some Manager positions. This would allow those current Managers who were eager to pursue the sword to step back and focus on their cultivation.
It was truly a win-win situation for the Sect.
However, the elders did not slack off at all; they remained fully focused on the Ten Thousand Disciples. As soon as they noticed someone whose resolve was about to shatter and lose their will to live, they immediately rescued them from the Ten Thousand People formation.
As one disciple after another was removed, Lian Yun's introspection quickly approached its conclusion.
In the end, there were still over sixteen hundred disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect under Lian Yun's guidance, which delighted the elders. Even if half of these sixteen hundred disciples were to fall away, that would still leave eight hundred Emperor Level disciples!
Among the more than six hundred individuals from Cloud Realm, over fifty sat on the ground, dazed and terrified, unsure of what to do.
There was a bit of regret, but overall satisfaction prevailed. Lian Yun nodded at Ma Wenlong and then at Elder Mei before saying nothing and leading the way back to Xianyang City. Upon returning to his residence and courtyard, he entered seclusion.
He bore the weight of countless inquiries, the greatest of which came from the multitude he controlled. In that moment, he felt the essence of their questions—his own heart was intertwined with theirs, a cacophony of inquiries, each varying in intensity and urgency, creating a chaotic symphony.
Now, he needed to address each of these myriad questions, seeking satisfactory answers for himself.
It sounded somewhat mystical, but that was the reality; every one of the multitude posed a question to Lian Yun. While many questions were dissimilar, if they were similar, he had to find different answers for each.
This increased the complexity of the task at hand. Lian Yun's retreat this time was dedicated to answering all these questions over the span of half a month.
However, once Lian Yun completed his responses, he suddenly fell into a state of enlightenment. His comprehension of the second form of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique surged rapidly. Yet, when he emerged from this state, he had not yet created the second form of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique.
As he exited his secluded space, the five hundred fifty-five individuals who had been waiting for half a month—Ma Wenlong and others—immediately bowed deeply and respectfully said, "We greet you, Realm Master."
"From now on, we are family; there is no need for excessive formality," Lian Yun replied with a gentle smile. He looked around at the peculiar number of five hundred fifty-five people.
Having gained five hundred fifty-five new family members brought him joy without any other thoughts. He nodded once more and suddenly said with a smile, "Please wait for me a moment."
With that, Lian Yun vanished in an instant and appeared directly at the Imperial City Yun Imperial Residence. After a brief moment there, he returned before the five hundred fifty-five individuals in his mansion.
In just a few breaths' time, many were still processing what had happened when it seemed as if Lian Yun paused for a moment before continuing to smile.
"Although I will be leaving Yin Yang City soon, I will not be completely gone. I will leave behind this avatar~~"
"Avatar?"
"What is an avatar?"
"What is a clone?"
Lian Yun had not finished speaking, and the crowd of five hundred and fifty-five erupted in a frenzy. It wasn't that they didn't understand what a clone meant; rather, the existence of such a thing was simply too shocking.
You see, many Dungeons had limits on the number of participants, which made everyone in Yin Yang City yearn to possess a clone. However, throughout the history of Yin Yang City, no one had ever encountered a clone, making it clear that a clone was nothing more than a myth—a dream that could not be realized.
Now, discovering that their Realm Master actually had a clone was both a cause for joy and honor, but it was so astonishing that they found themselves asking several nonsensical questions without thinking.
Lian Yun was not annoyed; instead, he smiled gently and watched as the crowd slowly became dazed.
Once they quieted down, Lian Yun continued with a smile, "My clone possesses the power of a Peerless Monarch, though comparatively speaking, it may not match many seasoned Peerless Monarchs."
"However, I have left my clone here to see how far you all wish to develop Cloud Realm. Later, you should discuss among yourselves and come up with a final goal. Once I leave with my main body, the clone will devote itself fully to building Cloud Realm, striving to reach the heights you all expect."
"I have secured an opportunity for you. After the Ghost Festival, we will implement it. The benefits you gain will depend on your own fortunes."
"Well then, let's leave it at that for today!"
It was merely his main body leaving; they might meet again in the future, so Lian Yun felt no need for elaborate farewells.
Ma Wenlong understood that Lian Yun needed peace and adjustment, so he refrained from saying much. Everyone quickly dispersed.
With only a week until July fifteenth, after the Ghost Festival would come the moment of Lian Yun's life-and-death duel with Qin Kui.
Lian Yun indeed took two days to adjust himself and then learned that today’s Ghost Festival was merely the Initial Emperor Beast Tide. He decided not to participate and went directly to Luoyang City’s Azure Pavilion.
Lian Yun originally intended to sit quietly beside Meng Yixuan, hoping to prevent her from falling into her usual habit of passing by her own door without entering. Of course, it was also a chance to spend more time with her.
What surprised him, however, was that Xi Men Yu Ying was also present.
Before Lian Yun could voice his confusion, Xi Men Yu Ying spoke directly, "A woman has always lacked confidence, but Young Master Yun will soon be leaving Yin Yang City, right? Therefore, I would like to ask Dream Sister to play 'Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix' for me before you depart."
"Nirvana is about life and death. If Miss Ximen is not yet prepared, it would be wise not to take any risks. However, you can rest assured that no matter when you are ready for Nirvana, I will be there."
"Really?" Xi Men Yu Ying's eyes lit up, sparkling like a wave of springtime, truly captivating.
Lian Yun was momentarily taken aback and then quickly forced a smile, saying, "Please do not misunderstand; I have no special intentions."
His previous statement sounded like a deeply emotional promise. Yet his true intention was merely to ensure Meng Yixuan's safety.
Xi Men Yu Ying felt a pang of disappointment but looked at him with confusion. "Are you really saying that whenever I choose Nirvana, you will appear?"
"Yes!" Lian Yun nodded, not wanting to explain too much for fear of saying something wrong.
(End of Chapter)
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