Chapter 346 The Only Normal Immortal Sect
"I originally wanted to collect protection money, but he gave me the entire sect! What should I do? Waiting online, it's urgent!"
"I'm a cultivator gangster. I had my eyes on his protection fee, but he was actually coveting my sect's Nascent Soul master!"
"Brother Long has lost all his dignity! Brother Long has lost all his dignity!"
"Is this how you collect protection money? I've learned something!"
"The live broadcast effect is explosive, anchor, please watch and enjoy!"
The barrage of comments in the little Taoist's live broadcast room was about to explode. The barrage of comments kept appearing one after another, and the viewers were almost dying of laughter in this live broadcast room.
Long Aotian wants to collect protection money from San Congzong.
However, the leader of the Sancong Sect also planned to join the Guiyuan Sword Sect.
No one expected that the leader of the Sancong Sect was actually waiting for Long Aotian here.
"What now, Master?"
Guitian glanced at Long Aotian and asked, "Are you still collecting protection money?"
It was Guitian’s first time to collect protection fees with his master. He had no experience and it was his first time encountering such a special situation, so he was a little panicked.
"What should we do, Brother Long?"
The young Taoist priest was helpless. He had already built up his aura and was just waiting to kill everyone and show off, but the leader of the Sancong Sect didn't give him the chance at all.
"Sancong Sect, right? The leader, right? I give in. You are a ruthless person!"
Long Aotian took a deep breath, looked at the leader of the Sancong Sect, and said with gritted teeth.
"I choose the second one."
"Greetings, Master!"
The head of the Sancong Sect said nothing and immediately clasped his fists and saluted: "From now on, there will be no Sancong Sect in the world. We will be one family from now on. The entire Sancong Sect will obey you!"
"Come out, disciples!"
The leader of the Sancong Sect shouted loudly, and the disciples of the Sancong Sect rushed out, each of them holding something in their hands and carrying a bag on their shoulders.
Pots, pans, alchemy furnaces, magic tools, and some disciples even wrapped the spiritual herbs grown in the backyard with their roots and soil together with their spiritual energy.
Long Aotian was stunned.
The young Taoist took a deep breath and said, "Hiss! What does this mean?"
It seems like you guys have been ready to move for a long time, right?
Even the belongings are packed!
"Master."
The head of the Sancong Sect smiled widely: "The disciples have packed up everything, from the warehouse to the odds and ends, the entire sect, I promise not even a single chopstick will be left behind!"
"When shall we set out to return?"
The leader of the Sancong Sect was full of expectations.
Long Aotian looked at the leader of the Sancong Sect. His mood was complicated, extremely complicated, so complicated that it could not be described in words!
He was arrogant all day long, but today he finally got caught.
"Master? Master!"
The head of the Sancong Sect shouted a few more times before Long Aotian woke up from his trance. The head of the Sancong Sect asked with concern: "Master, are you okay? "
"But you are too tired. How about we go back to the sect quickly and I will make some spiritual medicine soup for you?"
The attitude of the leader of the Sancong Sect changed very quickly. He had completely adapted to the identity of a disciple of the Guiyuan Sword Sect. He called him the leader all the time and he did it very smoothly.
"I'm out of the way."
Long Aotian shook his head and said with difficulty: "You guys go back first, I still have some things to deal with."
"I know, collecting protection money!"
The leader of the Sancong Sect nodded and immediately patted his chest: "We are willing to follow behind you! Collect protection fees together!"
Before Long Aotian could stop them, the leader of the Sancong Sect and his disciples joined the crowd, being very conscious.
"Brother Daoist, can you please give up your seat? My pot is a bit big. There are many people in the sect, so a big pot can cook more spiritual rice."
"Brother Dao... I'm sorry, my cold iron shovel poked you. It's used to shovel spiritual grass."
"Brother Dao! Please lift your feet. My Yuzhuqing chopsticks seem to have fallen to the ground."
The team of more than a thousand people grew a little bit larger. Without Sect Leader Long's order, the disciples couldn't chase them away, so they could only accommodate the new members.
"Let's go to the next one."
Long Aotian took a deep breath, calmed himself, and began to head towards the next sect in the Yunzhong Mountains.
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Eight Intentions Sword School.
This is a sword-cultivating sect, but it is not large in scale and is slightly weaker than the Sancong Sect, because the Sancong Sect at least has a lot of members.
Including the leader and elders, the Eight Intentions Sword Sect has less than twenty cultivators, and there is only one golden elixir in the entire sect.
Guitian shouted at the mountain gate as usual, but unexpectedly, the leader and elders of the Eight Intentions Sword Sect were already standing at the door.
"Greetings to Sect Leader Long and Teacher Yuelun."
The leader of the Eight Intentions Sword Sect was an old man who stood on the mountainside and clasped his fists respectfully towards the two men.
He is quite polite, but the worst thing to do when collecting protection money is to be soft-hearted.
“Ahem.”
Long Aotian coughed and said calmly: "Brother, since I'm here, I won't say any more..."
Before Long Aotian finished his opening remarks, the head of the Eight Intentions Sword Sect pinched his beard, smiled and nodded, and said, "I already know the purpose of Long's visit. It's to collect protection money."
Just now, Long Aotian caused a big disturbance in Sancong Sect. All the nearby sects saw it, and the news has gradually spread in the Yunzhong Mountains.
Long Aotian: "Yes, as long as you..."
The head of the Eight Intentions Sword Sect: "No!"
"Yo."
Long Aotian was excited, and squinted his eyes at the head of the Eight Intentions Sword Sect: "Think it over carefully. If you don't pay the protection fee, don't blame me for being rude."
This is a tough nut to crack, but Long Aotian likes things that are difficult and challenging.
"If you want to collect protection money, you have to step over my dead body!"
The head of the Eight Intentions Sword Sect held his head high, looking like an immortal, with his robes fluttering, his face full of determination and a look of readiness to die: "Or..."
"Where have I heard this before?"
Long Aotian had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Either, Guiyuan Sword Sect swallows up the Eight Intentions Sword Sect and promises that when Master Yuelun explains the true meaning of cultivation, the position of the sect's disciples will at least not lag behind that of the Sancong Sect!"
The head of the Eight Intentions Sword Sect shouted, "Master Long, there are no cowards in my Eight Intentions Sword Sect. Choose one of the two!"
After saying that, a large group of disciples rushed out from the Eight Intentions Sword Sect.
In each disciple's left hand was a magic sword, and in the right hand was a package of gifts that had been packed long ago, ready to join the large team at any time.
"hiss."
The young Taoist priest took a breath of cold air.
Long Aotian was mentally prepared this time, and nodded and said, "We are all family, let's return to the team."
"Meet the Master!"
The leader of the Eight Intentions Sword Sect bowed and saluted, and with a smile on his face, he led his disciples back to the team: "Hey, Brother Leader of the Sancong Sect! Long time no see, how are you?"
"Oh, no, no, I'm not the Sect Master! I'm now a disciple of the Guiyuan Sword Sect!"
"Oh! Right, right, I was confused. We will practice in the same sect in the future. I hope Brother Dao will take good care of you."
"Okay, okay. We were neighbors before, and we will be brothers in the future. It's all fate."
The disciples of the Sancong Sect and the Bayi Sword School were chatting happily in the crowd, just like a family reunion.
Cultivating immortality!
Where is there no place for cultivation?
The monks from all levels of the small sect have no reason to protect the sect even at the cost of their lives, nor are they bound by any so-called teachings from their ancestors.
Small sects have no competitiveness in the world of Daohai. You never know if they might accidentally provoke a strong enemy one day and be wiped out by a great cultivator.
Joining Guiyuan Sword Sect can actually provide you with more protection and better guarantee your future practice, without having to worry about the sect being destroyed one day.
After joining Guiyuan Sword Sect, they did not feel any psychological pressure, but were instead happy from the bottom of their hearts.
Long Aotian had a gloomy face and waved his hand: "Next one!"
…
Boxing door.
"…There has never been a coward in my martial arts sect, Long Aotian! Choose one of the two!"
"Okay, you guys go back to the team."
…
Yufeng Villa.
"There are four Jindan masters in my Yufeng Villa, and they are very powerful! Choose one of the two, and I also require at least one position as an elder!"
"Is there enough space for two elders? Hurry back to the team, you are so long-winded."
"Okay, Master, thank you, Master."
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Three Immortals Gate.
Long Aotian walked to the gate of the Three Immortals Sect with an expressionless face, looked at the sect leader and elders who had been waiting for a long time, and spoke crisply.
"Don't ask, I choose the second one."
"this……"
The heads and elders of the Three Immortal Sects looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Finally, the head of the Three Immortal Sect bowed and said, "Master Long has come from afar. We are sorry for not welcoming person."
"It has been a long time since we last met, and Sect Leader Long is still as elegant as ever. Our sect is willing to offer 3,000 spiritual stones and 3 kilograms of spiritual medicine to show that our two sects will always be friends."
Long Aotian came back to his senses and was quite surprised: "What did you say?"
"Master Long, do you think it's too little?"
The head of the Three Immortal Sect pondered for a while and said, "Add another two thousand spirit stones!"
"Guiyuan Sword Sect is powerful and has made contributions in guarding the Yunzhong Mountains. However, the Three Immortal Sect is small and poor, and we are unable to give more. Please forgive us, Sect Leader Long."
After the leader of the Three Immortal Sect finished speaking, he bowed once more with a very upright attitude.
"This is what it feels like to collect protection money!"
Long Aotian couldn't help but burst into tears. He rushed forward, grasped the hand of the head of the Three Immortal Sect, and said with a sob: "Good brother! From now on, we are a family!"
This is the only normal immortal gate in the entire Yunzhong Mountains!
"As for protection fees or something, I'll only take 80% from you!"
Long Aotian's voice was indeed choked, so much so that the leader and elders of the Three Immortal Sect were a little confused.
Long Aotian was too excited.
This was the only sect in the entire Yunzhong Mountain Range that he had encountered that could collect protection fees. Other sects were all envious of the Yuanying leader of the Guiyuan Sword Sect.
Why collect protection fees? These small sects are eager to join Guiyuan Sword Sect with their families.
Facing the Three Immortal Sect, the only sect that can collect protection fees, let alone a 20% discount, even a 50% discount would be fine with Long Aotian!
