Chapter 50: Sect Master!
Lu Qingyang’s dream had come true.
Though it was a fledgling version of the Chaotian Sect.
He had still become the Sect Master of the Chaotian Sect.
Jun Moyan agreed, and Chao San raised no objection.
As for Li Buqun, Old Huang, and Ma Han, there was no chance they would have any objections.
Thus, after establishing Lu Qingyang’s position as Sect Master.
The group began making large-scale purchases to prepare for building the sect.
Lu Qingyang had twenty thousand spirit stones on him, and Jun Moyan had another seventy thousand.
Chao San could produce forty thousand, and Li Buqun, Old Huang, and Ma Han together could just barely scrape together ten thousand.
In other words, the Chaotian Sect’s current assets amounted to one hundred forty thousand spirit stones!
These one hundred forty thousand spirit stones must be spent where they’ll matter most.
Heavenly Craft Island’s terrain is complex and its resources abundant. With my current artifact-refining and pill-refining skills, I should be able to accomplish something there.
However, refining pills by manpower is too slow. Even if I refine top-grade pills, I won’t be able to form an industry.
I need to think of a way to see if I can set up a fully automated pill-refining assembly line.
Lu Qingyang’s eyes flickered.
Though the Central Region had many powerhouses.
Their numbers were due to a massive population base, which meant the number of low-tier cultivators was hardly small.
On the contrary, it was enormous.
If he could refine a first-tier low-grade or second-tier low-grade pill production line, he would inevitably earn a fortune.
And artifact refining — who says artifact refining can only be done by hand?
I could absolutely research a low-tier Dharma Artifact production line.
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyang already had his decision.
He then called the others to begin making purchases within the majestic Vast Sea City.
Money flowed like water.
One hundred forty thousand low-grade spirit stones couldn’t even raise a ripple in this bustling Vast Sea City.
Three days later, Lu Qingyang and the others were ready.
Led by a Mahayana Venerable dispatched by the Sect Management Council, they rode a cloud-rail Dharma carriage and ascended to Heavenly Craft Island.
“Whoosh~”
“Whoosh~ whoosh whoosh”
On Heavenly Craft Island, the waves crashed against the beach again and again.
Lu Qingyang, Jun Moyan, and the others stood obediently on their flying swords, gazing at the silver-robed Mahayana Venerable before them!
“Sen… Senior, thank you for escorting us, Senior.”
Lu Qingyang cupped his fists, stammering slightly.
It wasn’t his fault. After all, standing before him was a living, breathing Mahayana cultivator!
A figure like this placed in the former Great Zhou region could practically be considered an Immortal!
“No need for courtesy. This Venerable One’s surname is Ma. Since I have accepted the task of protecting the Chaotian Sect, I will naturally do my utmost.”
“I also hope you all remain safe and sound after a hundred years.”
The silver-robed Mahayana Venerable, radiating an awe-inspiring aura, spoke in a calm voice.
“Thank you, Senior!”
Hearing this, Jun Moyan and the others hurriedly expressed their thanks.
“However, you should have read the Sect Management Council’s regulations.”
“Within a hundred years, This Venerable One will only intervene when facing the Demon Race in a moment of life and death.”
“At all other times, even if another sect attacks your gates, This Venerable One will not intervene.”
Having said that, before the others could respond, Venerable Ma’s figure flashed and vanished from where he stood.
No one knew where he had gone.
“So this is the Mahayana stage. Truly formidable.”
Lu Qingyang gazed at the vanished Venerable Ma and sighed.
“Martial-Uncle Qingyang, under the Sect Management Council’s governance, are there still sect conflicts?”
Beside him, Old Huang asked with some worry.
“Mm. The Sect Management Council is only responsible for governing the human race’s sects; it does not interfere in grudges between sects.”
“Only when the Demon Race launches a surprise attack on the Five Regions will they intervene.”
Lu Qingyang’s words undoubtedly gave everyone a sense of urgency.
“It’s fine, don’t panic.”
“Generally, no one would come looking for trouble with a newly established sect like ours.”
“After all, anyone with eyes can see.”
“See what?”
Chao San picked up the thread, returning to his usual self, and glanced sidelong at Lu Qingyang.
“See that… we’re broke.”
Lu Qingyang turned slightly to the side…
“Boom!”
“Clang clang clang!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
On Heavenly Craft Island, Jun Moyan, now titled Grand Elder, summoned his flying sword and carved into the highest mountain peak on the island.
He was following Lu Qingyang’s instructions.
He needed to carve out a flat stretch of terrain atop this peak to build the sect’s main hall.
Meanwhile, Chao San, as the Inner Gate First Elder, was also busy among the mountain ridges.
He was planning the Chaotian Sect’s layout.
According to Lu Qingyang’s vision.
The Chaotian Sect’s division between Inner and Outer Gates would remain unchanged, with the Inner Gate located at the island’s central peak.
Then, they would channel the vast waters of the Seven Stars Sea Region to form a river encircling the mountain.
Creating a great river to guard the mountain.
The Outer Gate would be situated outside this great river, shielding the Inner Gate.
This vision was extremely bold and required enormous expenditure.
Even with Jun Moyan’s Golden Core True Monarch cultivation, implementing it would be extremely difficult.
If he were to rely on his strength alone, it would likely take three to five years.
To greatly shorten this time, and simultaneously establish the Chaotian Sect’s first fully automated artifact-refining production line.
Lu Qingyang entered secluded cultivation.
Qi Refining puppets are the most common and simplest puppets in the cultivation world.
Refining them isn’t troublesome. The only problem is, how can they be mass-produced?
Inside a sealed cave.
Lu Qingyang was flipping through a puppet component in his hand.
It was a puppet core inlaid with a low-grade spirit stone.
All the puppet’s energy and motive power came from that low-grade spirit stone.
If I follow the factory model from my past life, could I first refine different devices capable of producing puppet components?
Then, each puppet component would be assembled by a final “machine tool.”
At the same time, since the puppets are produced in a standardized format, damaged components can all be replaced promptly and conveniently.
Greatly reducing the cost of maintenance and refining!
Lu Qingyang’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.
The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
So after repeatedly verifying it in his mind several times, he unhesitatingly took out the large stockpile of materials and spirit ores from their purchases and began smelting!
“Rise!”
With a soft shout from Lu Qingyang, chunks of spirit ore were tossed into the air.
Then his fingers flew, forming hand seals.
A searing flame spewed forth.
Enveloping the spirit ore within!
“Melt!”
Another single word.
The flames surged again.
“Fuse!”
“Fuse!”
Lu Qingyang’s hands did not stop, continuing to smelt.
“Boom!”
“Crack!”
“Sizzle!”
…
Accompanied by bursts of explosive sound.
The materials in Lu Qingyang’s hands kept melting.
Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.
“Condense!”
With the final word spoken, Lu Qingyang stopped.
“Hummm!”
“Crack!”
A trembling hum rang out.
A pitch-black cultivation-world mechanical arm appeared before his eyes.
“Phew!”
“Five more puppet manufacturing arms like this, and it should be about enough.”
Lu Qingyang took a deep breath and rested for a while.
Once his spiritual power recovered, he would begin refining the rest.
After all, such an extraordinary device consumed no small amount of spiritual power even for him.
“Ah, I just wonder how Junior Brother Yang is doing now.”
“I only hope he can live well out there, and not come looking for us again.”
Lu Qingyang smiled bitterly and shook his head.
And in the unseen depths, someone seemed to have heard his heartfelt words.
Suddenly sneezed, and couldn’t help but rub his nose.
“Who’s talking about me? Could it be Senior Brother Lu thinking of me?”