92 Chapter 92
For a moment, the air in the entire room seemed to freeze, and the world was frozen. Only the magical theme song kept echoing in the ears of the sect leader.
"For all the pain of love, for all the hurt of hate~"
After an unknown amount of time, Xuan Mo was the first to regain consciousness. He picked up the fallen Shuangqi flower and lovingly dusted it off. He then turned to look at his master and senior brothers, who were still standing there, bewildered.
"Now that things have come to this, do you want to watch it together?"
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Before Taoist Wufeng could reply, the Sect Master stood up, clutching his head and uttering a sharp roar: “Damn it! I didn’t expect even Master and Junior Brother to be bewitched! I will not surrender! I must completely defeat this bewitching monster!”
He screamed as he fled the room, leaving behind only his rapidly receding figure and distant cries to his master and fellow disciples: "Just wait! I will definitely be back!"
Xuan Mo stared at his senior brother's retreating figure, bewildered. Suddenly, the scene struck him as familiar. "Ning Shu once said that anyone who says this will ultimately fail. Master, is this a spiritual word?"
Taoist Wu Feng didn't quite understand what his eldest disciple had suddenly gone mad about. He smoothed his beard with a calm demeanor, "Ahem, don't bother with him. He'll probably calm down after a while. Let's continue watching the show."
So the master and apprentice began their happy time of watching the 8 o'clock drama again.
However, facts have proved that one should not underestimate the determination of a "principal" to cut off the Internet. On the morning of the second day after this incident, Ning Shu received a piece of bad news from Xuan Mo - Qingfeng Sword Sect is preparing to completely ban everything related to the spiritual network, including spiritual shadow stones and various peripherals, and even prohibit the opening of shops in Quefeng City.
For this purpose, the sect leader even planned to personally lead the elders to patrol and inspect every day using clairvoyance, and would not let any fish slip through the net.
Ning Shu felt baffled: "Is it necessary to make such a big fuss? Could it be that every disciple in your sect is an internet addict, which is why the sect leader has been forced to resort to such a desperate measure?"
But there's nothing addictive on Lingwang right now. The TV series only airs two episodes every night at around 8 or 9 o'clock, and stuff like "Eye of the Wutong" is enough to watch in your spare time. I haven't invested in any online games. What on earth did those disciples do online to become so addicted?
Even in modern times, no one would spend so much time using the Big Eyes app that they forget to eat and sleep, right?
Xuan Mo was also quite helpless about this: "According to Dong Ling, the sword-cultivating disciples don't go online very often except when they're watching TV series at night. It's just that the sect competition is coming up soon, so Senior Brother might be disappointed in me."
As mentioned before, the Qingfeng Sword Sect is the strongest among the five major sects. This title is both an honor and a pressure. If the disciples lose the title of "strongest" because of slacking off in their training, then the sect leader would probably be too ashamed to face the people of Jiangdong even if he ascended to become an immortal.
Ning Shu touched his chin and thought for a while, and still felt that the sect master's management method was inappropriate. After all, except for some second-generation immortals, most people were fifteen or sixteen years old when they joined the sect. After a few years of training, most of the disciples were actually adults over twenty years old. In addition, the elders were mostly casual in their lectures and teachings. The sect adopted a loose management method similar to that of a university rather than the strict management of a high school.
Ordinary inner disciples can only see the elders imparting skills and experience on a few fixed days a month. Most of the time, they have to rely on themselves to explore, and everyone's cultivation depends entirely on self-consciousness. The kind of hands-on teaching is usually a treatment that only a small number of direct disciples can enjoy.
It is only natural for a group of disciples who have long been accustomed to freedom to feel dissatisfied when they are suddenly given such strict restrictions.
"So how is your sect doing now? Are the disciples okay?"
Xuan Mo shook his head and sighed, "It's not very good actually. The whole sect is complaining about Senior Brother now. Before the ban, the disciples were only moderately interested in the Spiritual Network. After the ban, the disciples are even more interested. Now, the disciples and elders compete with each other every day, and no one is concentrating on sword practice anymore."
As expected, raising a child with a chicken isn't that easy. Ning Shu sighed inwardly and came up with an idea: "As the saying goes, it's better to loosen than to block. Isn't your sect's once-in-five-years competition coming up soon? I have a way to have the best of both worlds..."
After listening to Ning Shu's method, Xuan Mo went to discuss it with his master again, and finally the two of them went to the mountain where the sect leader lived.
In the past, the sect leader should have been practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard at this time, but now he has no leisure for it. He should still be fighting passionately at the sect gate with various disciples who are trying to sneak in.
So Taoist Wufeng and Xuan Mo sat on the stone bench in the yard and played chess for an hour. Then the sect leader pushed open the door and walked in with a red face.
Seeing the eldest disciple's expression, which looked like he was about to go crazy with rage, Taoist Wufeng stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed: "Alas, those disciples are still not obedient?"
Aren’t you still disobedient?
The Sect Master dared not speak out of anger, and with a frustrated look on his face, he walked over to the stone block beside the chessboard and sat down. "I've never seen them so difficult to discipline before. It's all the fault of the Hehuan Sect! They're truly the best at deceiving people!"
If it were half a month ago, Taoist Wu Feng would definitely agree with his disciple's words, but now he felt he had accepted the favor, so he just poured a cup of spiritual tea and handed it over:
"The Hehuan Sect often says that the human heart is like flowing water, and when emotions surge, they are like the river flowing eastward. What you are doing now is no different from drawing a knife to cut off the water. It can only block it for a moment, and it is not a long-term solution."
Did disciples spend all their time cultivating before the spiritual network? They still slacked off when they needed to, but it wasn't as obvious as it is now.
Isn't it because you refuse to lower the restrictions? Otherwise, how could I be so angry at those traitors that my spiritual power is flowing backwards day by day! The Sect Master was not convinced and took the tea from the Master and drank it all:
"Then what do you say we should do? Just let it go? If this continues, how can any disciple be willing to devote himself to cultivation?"
"Of course we still have to supervise it, but not in the form of forced prohibition. Instead, we have to guide the disciples so that their attention can naturally shift to swordsmanship." Taoist Wufeng said as he poured him another cup of tea.
"It's easy to say, but how to guide? Who will guide?" The sect leader felt that his master was just dreaming.
"Of course, we should guide our disciples based on what they enjoy most. This is called teaching through entertainment." Taoist Wufeng patted Xuan Mo's shoulder and said, "Tell your senior brother about it."
"Okay." Xuan Mo put down the chess piece in his hand and looked up at the Sect Master. "Brother, Ning Shu said she's willing to cooperate with us to promote the cultivation experience and methods of the sword way on TV and the spiritual network. That way, those disciples who like to surf the Internet can also see it, and they will naturally follow suit and practice seriously."
"Could the Hehuan Sect be so kind?" The Sect Master narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Would they willingly give us the magical instruments they've painstakingly researched for nothing?"
"I'm not being kind. Ning Shu said that online content needs to be diverse and varied to attract people. People will get tired of He Huan Sect's stuff after a while." Xuan Mo said as he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a contract he had just copied yesterday.
"And there's no conspiracy here, it's just a business deal. Ning Shu said she wants the exclusive broadcasting rights for our sect competition, and she'll pay us a handsome fee accordingly."
"What do you mean by exclusive broadcasting rights? What exactly is that..."
The skeptical sect leader took the contract from his junior brother and unfolded it. He quickly read all the terms, and one line in bold font was particularly noticeable:
The Qingfeng Sword Sect handed over the exclusive broadcasting rights of this sect competition to the Hehuan Sect, allowing the Hehuan Sect to promote and broadcast the various events of the sect competition in real time on television stations and major websites.
The Hehuan Sect must pay for the exclusive broadcast of the Qingfeng Sword Sect's sect competition, a total of...
How much is this? The clan leader blinked in disbelief and lowered his head to look at it again.
The total amount is 15 million high-grade spirit stones, which will be paid in two installments: an advance payment and a final payment.
How much? How many high-grade spirit stones do you think this is?
The sect leader still couldn't believe his eyes, so he lowered his head and looked again.
An incense stick of time passed.
Taoist Wu Feng endured it again and again, but when he couldn't help it anymore, he slapped the sect leader on the head: "What's going on? Can't you read all of a sudden?"
"No, I just..." The Sect Master looked dreamy, as if he was still living in a dream. "I just can't understand why our sect competition is so valuable..."
You have to understand that the Qingfeng Sword Sect is such a large sect, and its annual expenses are only a few million spirit stones. How can a single sect competition earn enough to cover several years' expenses? Is this really reasonable?
"How could such a good thing happen? The Hehuan Sect must have hidden some secret trap in here!" The Sect Master lowered his head again and checked again, but after looking for a long time, he still couldn't find any problems in the clauses.
The Hehuan Sect really spent more than 10 million to purchase the broadcasting rights for the Qingfeng Sword Sect's sect competition. Apart from that, there was no additional payment, and the agreement on the contract was real and valid. It really didn't look like there was any trickery involved.
The sect leader was completely baffled. "Why could a broadcast of a sect competition fetch such a high price? How on earth is the Hehuan Sect going to recoup this much money?"
"Ning Shu said this isn't just an ordinary sect competition. This is a popular event held every five years by the strongest sect in the cultivation world. It's worth the price." Xuan Mo said as he picked up a pen from the table and handed it over.
"Although I don't quite understand what she means, this thing can not only make money but also shift the disciples' attention back to practicing swordsmanship. Oh, and Ning Shu said that it can also encourage more cultivators to devote themselves to the sword. In short, it is a good idea that kills three birds with one stone.
Brother, do you want to sign?"
Looking at the tempting figures on the contract, and thinking of the sect's tight finances and the unruly disciples, the sect leader lowered his head and hesitated for a while before proposing one final condition:
“Add one more clause to this contract: I do not agree to any additional terms other than those stated in the contract.
Also, that spiritual network store can continue to operate in Quefeng City, but disciples who haven't yet established their foundation are prohibited from entering! "
【Author’s words】
The world of cultivation has its own anti-addiction system [dog head]
Ning Shu: Fortunately, I established my foundation early
Qigong monks: Discrimination! This is blatant discrimination! [Breaking into tears]
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