Misunderstanding

Tang Xiaoyu sorted out his thoughts: "What we need now is development, develop disciples, develop industries, develop extremely powerful weapons, and develop the people's foundation."

"Instill the thought of struggling against fate to the people in our sphere of influence. We will publish a book and distribute it to everyone for free."

"We need to encourage the people to produce so that they can have sufficient food and clothing. Let them know that only we can bring them the life they want."

"We also need to understand what responsibility is, what responsibilities we bear, and figure out why we cultivate immortality in the first place."

"I don't want to hear talk of living forever again. Even the Great Luo Golden Immortal will die. Isn't it ridiculous that a group of nobodies still think about immortality?"

Hearing this, someone asked, "Sect Master, is it really impossible for humans to gain immortality?"

"A Taiyi Golden Immortal that reached that stage in three years, born as an earthly immortal, do you nobodies who can't even ascend in decades or hundreds of years still think about immortality?"

"What do you have that makes you worthy of immortality? Is it thick skin? Let me tell you that even if you were the son of the heavens, it would not be possible."

"All of you, be good people. Stop daydreaming about immortality every day."

Everyone lowered their heads and responded, "Yes, Sect Master."

Tang Xiaoyu continued, "Master, please take on the difficult job of being in charge of the disciples' cultivation."

Liu Xuning smiled slightly, "Now that things have reached this point, it's time I become more active."

"Elder Taishang, after you complete your task, start compiling books for our sect. I will assist you."

"Very well."

After arranging everyone's tasks, Tang Xiaoyu stood up, "I hope everyone can work together to make our sect even more powerful."

"Victory!"

Everyone stood up, "Victory!"

Half a month later, Elder Taishang completed the task assigned by Tang Xiaoyu and began working with him to compile Fengxi Sect's first book.

To put it simply, it was Tang Xiaoyu's autobiography, recounting his experiences over the years, how he went from an ordinary person to where he was today, and how he struggled against fate.

Most importantly, it conveyed fighting against the unfairness of this world in very provocative language.

With the efforts of Tang Xiaoyu and everyone else, Fengxi Sect quickly squeezed into the ranks of first-class sects.

In a flutter, thirty years passed. Batch after batch of new disciples grew up, and most senior disciples were able to stand on their own. Fengxi Sect also became one of the top sects in Middle State.

"Congratulations, Sect Master, on breaking through to the late Integration Stage."

Tang Xiaoyu gently said, "Congratulations to you all as well, your progress has not been small."

"During the years I spent in secluded cultivation, have there been any major incidents in the sect?"

"The sect is operating normally, and no major incidents have occurred."

Tang Xiaoyu felt very gratified, "You all have really worked hard. Notify everyone to gather in the square tomorrow, I have something to say."

"Yes, Sect Master."

"Alright, you can all leave now! I want to be alone for a while."

After everyone left, Tang Xiaoyu took out the jade talisman that had been silent for thirty years.

"I need you now to help me reach the pinnacle of power. I hope you will not disappoint me."

Tang Xiaoyu had long changed. He was no longer the ambitionless youth he used to be.

What hadn't changed about Tang Xiaoyu was his heart set on changing the world, his heart that roared for ordinary people.

Power always intoxicates people, makes them lose themselves.

Tang Xiaoyu was drunk on power, but he did not lose himself. He deeply remembered the oath he once made.

"If one day I come to power, I will definitely banish you into the mortal world and let you know how to be human."

Tang Xiaoyu sounded somewhat deranged, muttering to himself, "I will never forget the way you looked at ants, and your condescending attitude."

"I want to crush your arrogance and make you tremble under my feet."

"Those who mocked and played with me to entertain themselves, how are you all doing down there? I will soon send more people to accompany you."

"Hahaha... I can't wait."

Looking at the jade talisman in his hand, Tang Xiaoyu murmured: "Zhang Huizhu, I hope you won't disappoint me. I don't want to wait any longer."

No one, not even himself, could clearly describe what Tang Xiaoyu had become.

When alone, he would inexplicably laugh in a way that frightened people. He would also inexplicably talk to himself, spewing words full of resentment.

He was a person of flesh and blood who also needed someone to care for and guide him.

Yet he was afraid of letting others see the fragility inside him and hurt him again.

He also had moments of breakdowns and helplessness, but who would know?

The next day, in Fengxi Sect's square, tens of thousands of disciples stood before Tang Xiaoyu.

At this moment, although he was bold and resolute, there was a hint of discontent.

He was discontent about not knowing how much longer he had to wait.

"I called everyone here today for no particular reason other than to ask if you are ready to shake up this world?"

"We are ready!" Voices thundered to the skies.

"I'm also ready. But we need an opportunity, a once-in-a-millennium opportunity."

"Maybe it will be ten years, twenty years, or even over a hundred years. Are you still willing to wait?"

"Willing!"

"Very good. I hope your hot blood will not turn cold. I hope your passion remains forever burning. Can you do that?"

"Freezing cold cannot stop our hot blood. Time cannot erase our passion. Victory!"

The firm and powerful voices resonated in Tang Xiaoyu's heart.

The agony of waiting lasted twenty years. Tang Xiaoyu had broken through to the Tribulation Passing Stage, yet there was still no news from Zhang Huizhu.

Seeing the increasingly powerful sect, Tang Xiaoyu could no longer restrain the impulse in his heart.

The jade talisman that had been silent for decades finally reacted.

Tang Xiaoyu's hand trembled as he picked up the jade talisman. A familiar voice came from within.

"Xiaoyu, long time no see, have you been well all these years?"

Tang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time.

"Can you hear me? ...Don't tell me it's broken!"

"I can hear you."

"I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting all these years. Many major changes happened in Eastern State."

"First there was the Sky Demon Sect incident which took up quite a bit of our efforts. Although the Sky Demon Sect has truly surrendered, Lin Qingying's whereabouts remain unknown."

"It is said that she went to look for you."

Tang Xiaoyu was stunned. "When did this happen?"

"Over fifty years ago!"

"Then it's fine. It means she couldn't find me. What else happened?"

Zhang Huizhu sighed, "Over thirty years ago, the Monster Beasts launched an all-out attack on us, inflicting huge losses."

Curiously, Tang Xiaoyu asked, "How did you resolve it in the end?"

"It turned out to be friendly fire. Your good dog took revenge for you by recognizing Shanshan and Xiaoling's maids to clarify the misunderstanding."

Tang Xiaoyu's hand trembled slightly, not from being moved but from immense exhaustion.

"Anything else?"

Zhang Huizhu went on, "Oh, the struggle for the position of Holy Lord has been very intense."

Tang Xiaoyu was a little speechless, "What's the story there?"

Zhang Huizhu hesitated before finally saying, "Do you know about Tang Xiaoxue?"

Tang Xiaoyu took a deep breath, "I know. Go on, I can still take it."

"She is the one fighting for the position of Holy Lord."

Tang Xiaoyu rubbed his temples, "I figured it would be like this."

After a long silence, Tang Xiaoyu yelled in frustration, "Why has it become like this? Why? I waited seventy years, seventy whole years!"

Dejectedly, Tang Xiaoyu said: "And now, you tell me this. How many more seventy years do I have to wait?"

"I'm tired, really tired. I don't want to wait anymore. You guys just keep preparing. I'm coming back!"

Zhang Huizhu consoled, "Xiaoyu, calm down a bit. Come back first, and we'll discuss long-term plans."

It seemed Tang Xiaoyu could not hear her words. He muttered to himself, "Perhaps solitude is my best companion."