Chapter 368 How about starting your own sect?

Beijing Base, Command Center.

On the giant screen, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' regular press conference is being broadcast live.

The spokesperson stood at the front of the stage, his expression serious and his gaze sharp.

"...We strongly condemn and firmly oppose the inappropriate remarks made by the newly appointed Prime Minister of Japan regarding our citizens and Comrade Zhou Jue, as well as the unwarranted interference in our sovereignty."

"I must reiterate once again that Comrade Zhou Jue is a meritorious figure of our country and a hero of our people. Any attempt to stigmatize him or even to place him under so-called 'international supervision' is a blatant provocation against the 1.4 billion people of our country."

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, each word ringing out.

"As for their claim to use armed force, we advise certain countries not to misjudge the situation, and even more so not to underestimate our determination and ability to defend national sovereignty and national dignity."

The image freezes, and the live stream ends.

Qi Si turned off the screen, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Well said."

"If they dare to make a move, I wouldn't mind setting off some even more spectacular fireworks on their island."

“I’m afraid they won’t dare to act, but will only dare to do some small things behind the scenes.” Chen Jianguo rubbed his temples. In front of him was a thick stack of reports on the national spiritual root survey and the distribution of “Kunlun Mirror”.

Sun Jiuchou, who was standing to the side, chuckled and said, "These clowns are like toads on your feet. They don't bite, but they're annoying."

He picked up a report on online public opinion and read aloud: "The internet is in an uproar right now, with people discussing spiritual roots, immigration, and even specifically criticizing Kishida Fumie. One netizen's comment is quite interesting."

"How so?" Chen Jianguo asked, intrigued.

"The shy cherry blossoms bloom, dazzling the eyes of the sun."

"puff."

The serious atmosphere in the meeting room immediately eased considerably.

"Ignore these external noises." Commander Qi waved his hand, bringing the topic back: "Our focus is still on the country. This nationwide investigation of spiritual roots absolutely cannot have any mistakes."

"The distribution of Kunlun Mirrors must also keep up, to ensure that everyone is covered."

Chen Jianguo nodded, his expression turning serious again: "Yes, long lines have formed at census points across the country. Many people who were reluctant to buy the Qiankun Instrument before are now waiting for the government to conduct the tests. Some who had already tested in the game are still not reassured and insist on coming to confirm it offline."

"It's a bit busy, but it's a good thing."

Commander Qi turned his gaze out the window again: "The people's hearts are worth having; this spirit is more important than anything else."

...

In the post-apocalyptic base, Zhou Jue was standing in the observation room of the simulation training field.

Below, one hundred team members are conducting the final round of comprehensive drills.

They are no longer soldiers, nor scientists.

A man dressed in patched coarse cloth shorts, carrying a rusty axe, was chopping firewood while complaining to his "neighbor" in the most authentic Cangyunjie local dialect about the poor harvest this year.

Some people dressed as servants followed behind a "rich young master" played by an instructor, bowing and scraping, their eyes perfectly conveying humility and flattery, vividly portraying a servant who abused his master's power.

Cheng Gan is also in the cast. She plays a talented rogue cultivator who survives a village massacred by evil cultivators and is determined to avenge her family.

Just over a month.

This group of outstanding individuals from all walks of life have undergone a complete transformation.

They not only absorbed all the local customs and geographical knowledge of the Cangyun Realm, but each person also developed a complete character background based on their own identity, and during this period, they deeply integrated themselves with this character.

Zhou Jue was very satisfied; these people truly deserved to be called the elite of the elite.

She had originally thought it would take at least three or four months for them to complete this complete transformation from thought to behavior.

Now it seems that perhaps... they won't have to wait that long.

"System, if we set off now, how long until the Qingfeng Sect begins accepting disciples?" Zhou Jue asked in his mind.

[Host, according to the current Earth time, it's about five local months away.]

More than five months.

This period of time is neither long nor short.

If we take a hundred people there now, they will be wandering in a completely unfamiliar world for five months without any cover. One or two people wandering around is fine, but 101 people wandering around will attract a lot of attention.

There are too many variables; any tiny mistake could cause the entire plan to collapse.

But she also felt a sense of urgency that made her want to go and come back as soon as possible.

Zhou Jue's gaze fell on a huge map in the corner of the training camp, which was a sand table of the Cangyun Realm.

Mountains, rivers, sects, and towns of ordinary people are all clearly marked.

Her gaze shifted from the map of "Qingfeng Sect" and slowly swept across the vast continent.

A thought, without warning, flashed through her mind like a bolt of lightning.

Why wait for someone else to establish a school and accept apprentices?

Why force yourself to conform to someone else's rules?

Why can't we establish our own sect?

The moment this idea appeared, it spread like wildfire, instantly entangling all her thoughts. She had a premonition that establishing a sect was the optimal solution.

Zhou Jue's heart skipped a beat.

Should I establish my own sect?

This idea is too bold, and too crazy.

This means that they will leap from the role of "lurkers" to "players" and stand directly under the gaze of the entire Cangyun Realm.

The risks also increase accordingly.

She is currently at the second level of the Nascent Soul stage, on the same level as the strongest warrior in the Cangyun Realm.

However, she was only at the second level, while among them, some of the Supreme Elders of the four major sects were already at the tenth level of the Nascent Soul stage, just one step away from the Great Perfection stage, while others had already reached the Great Perfection stage.

Apart from small sects, most other sects have Nascent Soul cultivators in charge, the difference being the number and the minor cultivation level.

"Brother Tong, assess the feasibility of establishing your own sect."

[Host, if you establish a sect, you and your one hundred members will be a force that appears out of thin air, which may arouse suspicion. If you show any abnormality or reveal any strength that is inconsistent with the local forces, you may be regarded as 'extraterrestrial demons' and be besieged by all sects.]

“No, who said we are a force that appeared out of thin air?” Zhou Jue’s mind was racing.

"I am just a rogue cultivator who has reached the Nascent Soul stage. Suddenly, I want to establish a sect and take on disciples."

"Those one hundred people are the apprentices I gathered from all over the country, which makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"

[Theoretically feasible, but host, you've already cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, yet no one has ever seen you, nor have they witnessed your tribulation. You must know that in the Cangyun Realm, undergoing tribulation is a very grand and spectacular event. How do you explain this?]

Zhou Jue's gaze returned to the holographic sand table, her mind frantically processing all the information provided by the system.

The distribution of power, geographical environment, historical legends, etc. in the Cangyun Realm...

A location gradually became clear in her mind.

"One Hundred Thousand Mountains..."

Zhou Jue muttered to himself.

That was a vast primeval mountain range located in the southwest of the Cangyun Realm, where demonic beasts roamed, miasma filled the air, and human footprints were rare.

Legend has it that this place was the battlefield of an ancient war, where countless powerful cultivators were buried, and therefore it was designated as a forbidden area by various sects.

It is both dangerous and full of opportunities.

"I was being chased by a masked man and fell off a cliff in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. I touched an unknown formation and luckily survived. After breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, I was inexplicably teleported out."

"After I got out, I wanted to take revenge, so I established a sect and expanded my power. I was determined to find the people who chased me back then."

"As for the tribulation, I did it, but none of you saw it? No one sensed it? That must be because the formation there had some effect."

This script seems... feasible.