He debuted in a high profile by winning first place in a martial arts competition, and his return under the snow had an extraordinary impact on the entire world of immortal cultivation.
First, some young people who were ignorant of the world discussed what the Snow Valley was. Then, those experienced old hands began to talk about the former glory of the Snow Valley with these young children with relish.
It would have been fine if this hadn't been mentioned. Once it was mentioned, all the old names such as "the first sect together with Yuqing" and "the most chivalrous sect" were dug up one by one. The young people were amazed and yearning, and some even packed their bags to go to the Far North where the snow was located to become disciples, regardless of the fact that it was not yet the time for the various sects to recruit disciples.
With the enthusiasm of the young cultivators and the timely change of direction of the various sects, the Snow Valley, which had rarely been visited by outsiders for sixteen years, suddenly became a scene in the world of immortal cultivation that attracted many people.
This transformation was undoubtedly a boon for Jixue Valley. With the infusion of fresh blood and the ability to participate in diplomatic relations with other sects, Jixue had begun to regain its place in the world of immortal cultivation. Furthermore, with such a significant topic at stake, it also prevented ill-intentioned sects like Yuqing from committing any further acts of deception against Jixue.
In short, the development of snow accumulation is booming in all aspects, but this is just the beginning. Like all work, when the novelty and enthusiasm fade away, the real problems begin to be exposed.
When days like this continued for a while, Nie Yanchen was the first to give in.
During the day, he had to receive endless guests and recruit endless disciples, while at night, he had to review endless documents and reply to endless letters. Thinking about how he had been leisurely for sixteen years, and suddenly had to live a life of working day and night, carrying bricks, a life that was many times harder than that of a normal sect leader, he felt a little dazed.
Then came the disciples covered in snow.
Since there are not enough people in Jixue, whenever there are many visitors to the sect, all the disciples, from Jinnan Fengchu Qiurong to the smallest ones, have to take on the responsibility of receiving the guests. This delays both cultivation and rest, and everyone is miserable.
In fact, this alone is not a big deal. The problem is that Snow Valley has a fatal flaw that cannot be overcome immediately no matter how hard it tries - poverty!
A penny can make a hero fall.
Unlimited daily receptions and unlimited supply of tea, wine, and food may not be a big deal for the other three sects and seven schools, but for Jixue, which is already not well-off, it is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.
Finally, this day came, which was the day before Nie Yanchen harassed Tu Nian, and the last string that was stretched tight by the snow broke.
"We've just set a date for the sect to recruit new members after the spring. It's still more than a month away, and the sect really doesn't have the extra money to prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony."
Nie Yanchen held Tu Nian's hand and complained, with his eyes lowered and brows lowered, and every word was sad. At first glance, it seemed that Tu Nian was the master.
"Where's that brat Song Chengming?" Tu Nian asked. "And Luo Zhan, those talisman cultivators and alchemy practitioners in the sect, can't we all contribute a little first and get through the ceremony first?"
Nie Yanchen paused, his eyes wandering as he turned his head to the side. "This is already a situation where I've made a contribution..."
"What do you mean?" Tu Nian was stunned for a moment, then reacted and exclaimed, "Isn't that enough?"
While Jixue was small, they still had seven or eight cultivators in the three realms of alchemy, talismans, and instruments. Especially since Nie Yanchen was a talisman cultivator himself, and Jin Nanfeng's talisman skills were also exceptional, their combined wealth must have reached tens of thousands of spirit stones. Jixue had never pursued extravagance, so by this calculation, let alone a grand ceremony, even three to five years would be more than enough!
Seeing Nie Yanchen secretly pulling his hand back and trying to evade the question, Tu Nian's eyes twitched. He grabbed his wrist and stared at him sharply, "Master, tell me the truth, how much cash is left in the sect?"
Nie Yanchen had no way to escape, so he grinned and said, "Probably... there are still more than a thousand high-grade ones."
Tu Nian's eyes went dark at that moment.
"Over a thousand!?" Her voice suddenly rose in volume, her words filled with disbelief. "What did you do with the sect's money?"
How could he be a spirit stone eater? She could accept the idea of renovating the snow, but why did she see that everyone in the sect still looked so poor?
"What else can I do? I just serve people when they come. It's not enough to just employ people, I have to pay them to serve me. You're a pure loser."
Chu Qiurong's voice came from outside the main peak tower. Tu Nian turned around and saw him coming in with an arm full of documents. His face with a pair of thick dark circles was covered with four words: "Life is meaningless."
"Have you been so busy lately?" Tu Nian felt distressed but also a little amused.
The fact that Chu Qiurong, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, was forced to become so haggard shows how busy the snowmen were in the past half month.
With a thud, Chu Qiurong slammed the document onto the table and glared fiercely at Nie Yanchen, who was sitting across from her. "It's all thanks to someone."
Nie Yanchen glanced away and shrank his neck guiltily, "How can a disciple talk to his master like that..."
"How dare you say that!"
Hearing him grumble, Chu Qiurong pointed at him and was about to scold him, but Tu Nian barely stopped her and coaxed him, "Alright, alright, Master is just a bit naive, he didn't mean it. Brother, calm down first, solving the problem is the most important thing."
As soon as Tu Nian came forward, the people were persuaded to stop, but Nie Yanchen turned his eyes and glanced at the two of them with a hint of grievance.
Why does this sound weird?
After taking a few breaths and calming herself down, Chu Qiurong realized there was someone else in the room. She turned her head and looked over there, raising an eyebrow and asking, "Who is that? Why are you in the main tower?"
Tu Nian said hurriedly, "He's a new friend I've made these past two days, his name is Bo Qiu. He heard that Ji Xue was in trouble, so he came to see if there's anything he can do to help."
"friend?"
From Chu Qiurong's perspective, she could only see half of Bo Qiu's profile, but even so, it did not diminish the stunning beauty of that face.
Chu Qiurong's eyebrows twitched slightly as she called out to him, "Since you're Xiao Si's friend, just come and listen. After all, you're already here, so it's a bit too late to avoid suspicion."
"I just don't like to worry about trivial matters. I'm not deliberately avoiding suspicion."
Bo Qiu was reading something, but when he was called, he put the book down, leaned one hand behind his back, and looked over at me. His fox eyes were half-lidded, and his silver hair was scattered behind him, revealing a sense of laziness.
"Right, Anian."
It took Tu Nian a while to realize that he was calling her. She looked towards Bo Qiu in surprise and met his lazy eyes.
"Yes." She explained to Chu Qiurong a little slowly, "My friend is a man of few words. He likes to put his energy into practical things."
"Then please ask him to leave first."
Chu Qiurong smiled and said, "After we finish talking, we'll go out and tell him about it. It will also save your friend from worrying."
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