Chapter 1 The Mysterious Old Man and the Yin-Yang Life and Death Disk

Regarding the mysterious old man, Wan Lei didn't want to discuss it further. He had a more important matter to ask.

"Brother Qian, that… where is the Yin-Yang Life and Death Disk?"

"It's in the northern training grounds. Do you want to go take a look?"

"I'm free anyway, might as well go see."

Wan Lei cheerfully prepared to fly north, but then saw Qian Duoduo's expression turn awkward and unpleasant.

"What's wrong?"

"Well… it's not a good time to go right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Let me put it this way, there are designated usage times for this Yin-Yang Life and Death Disk every day. It can be used for nine shichen daily, by disciples of three different realms. Specifically, Core Formation disciples get two shichen, Nascent Soul disciples get three shichen, and Primordial Spirit realm disciples get four shichen. Because Primordial Spirit realm cultivators are higher, they can withstand longer durations, so the sect allocates them the most time."

"That sounds good, so what's the problem?"

"The problem is, we can't use our three shichen of time."

"What do you mean? Just say it all at once, don't beat around the bush."

"Alright, alright. The Yin-Yang Life and Death Disk can only be used by disciples who cultivate Yin-Yang Dao Rhyme. Those who can cultivate Yin-Yang Dao Rhyme are generally direct disciples and inheritor disciples. So, there aren't usually many people using it. The sect has stipulated usage times, but those Primordial Spirit realm disciples feel their time is too short. They've snatched the time from other disciples, leaving only an hour and a half for Nascent Soul disciples, and half an hour for Core Formation disciples, while their own time has increased to seven shichen. Right now, it's being used by the Primordial Spirit realm disciples. If we go, they'll chase us away."

"This is just like bullies. Doesn't the sect do anything about it?"

Wan Lei frowned slightly. He hadn't expected that even in the Yin-Yang Sect, there would be incidents of the strong preying on the weak. But then he thought about it and found it understandable. The Yin-Yang Sect was part of the cultivation world, and wherever there was a cultivation world, the rule of the jungle was inescapable.

"Oh, Brother Lei, don't you understand the Yin-Yang Sect? It's too Buddhist, too lazy. The sect basically lets disciples do as they please. They won't manage these small matters."

"They won't manage it then…"

Young Master Lei's lips curved into a wicked smile, his eyes brightening. Wasn't this the villains' entrance? Had the main plot appeared? Was it time for a satisfying face-slapping spree? When it came to being a bully, these little darlings of the Yin-Yang Sect were probably still too green…

"Let's go. Let's call some Nascent Soul disciples and go have a talk with those Primordial Spirit realm disciples."

Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and his expression turned overjoyed. Brother Lei was going to stand up for them. It wasn't a waste of his dramatic acting performance earlier.

"Great, Brother Lei. I've disliked those guys for a long time. I'll go call people right now. We'll bring them over to deal with them."

After speaking, Qian Duoduo took out a strange compass. He tapped on it a few times, and the compass suddenly shone with light. A few breaths later, over a dozen figures rapidly flew from outside the main peak.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Qian!"

Those figures didn't even glance at Wan Lei, only saluting Qian Duoduo.

"Brothers, you immediately spread out and call as many Nascent Soul disciples as you can. Tell them that Senior Brother Lei will lead us to take down those Primordial Spirit disciples today. Brothers, it's time to resist! We've been bullied by them…"

"Senior Brother Qian, stop the nonsense. When we came, we already notified the direct disciples of Nascent Soul realm from each peak. They'll be here soon," said one disciple loudly.

"Good, it's always you, you're reliable. It's worth all our preparations over these days. Once everyone is here, we'll charge over." Qian Duoduo raised his arm and shouted.

Senior Brother Lei listened and felt increasingly that something was wrong. He felt like he had been tricked, like he was being used as a pawn. However, Senior Brother Lei didn't mind. As long as it brought him benefits, being a pawn was fine.

An hour and a half of cultivation time per day was really not enough. If he could use the full nine shichen per day, that would be great… Thinking of this, Senior Brother Lei quickly shook his head. He was here to eliminate bullies, how had he become like a bully himself? This was not good.

Soon, figures appeared from the distant peaks and quickly flew towards the main peak. In a short while, at least a thousand people had gathered. These people looked at Wan Lei with expectant eyes. No one spoke. It was clear that they were well-prepared and knew what they were here to do.

"How many Primordial Spirit realm disciples are cultivating over there?" Young Master Lei, feeling uncertain, quickly asked in a low voice.

"There are usually thirty to fifty people, not too many. Ordinary disciples, after breaking through to the Primordial Spirit realm, will become sect protectors or elder stewards. Most direct disciples will also shed their disciple status and become elders, gaining more resources. However, these resources need to be exchanged with contribution points. Only some direct disciples with rather poor aptitude, who still want to freely use the cultivation grounds reserved for disciples, shamelessly continue to be disciples. These people have been using disciples' resources for years, and they have all cultivated to become strong, gradually becoming the sect's malignant tumor."

Wan Lei nodded silently. This was understandable. Once they became elders, they couldn't use the sect's resources for free anymore; they had to use contribution points to obtain them and work for the sect. Although they could get more resources, wasn't it more comfortable to lie there and have resources delivered to their mouths? These lazy parasites should be cleaned out properly.

Young Master Lei, filled with righteous indignation, looked at the thousand disciples surrounding him, feeling a surge of heroism. With so many people, a single person's spit could drown those villainous蛀虫 (zhùchóng -蛀虫 means borers, often used metaphorically for parasites or corrupt elements). He didn't consider why, if everyone attacked together, they could defeat the opponents, but no one had beaten up those 蛀虫s all these years.

Senior Brother Lei, the one who eliminated harm for the people, waved his hand grandly. Without a single word of pre-battle encouragement, he directly led the people towards the north. The location of the Yin-Yang Life and Death Disk was easy to identify. The circular Yin-Yang dual fish symbol, spanning over a mile, was clearly visible from the sky. It was a conical building. From bottom to top, there were hundreds of steps, becoming smaller as they ascended. At the very top, there was a Yin-Yang dual fish disk the size of a millstone. Around the disk, there were illusory seals of the sun, moon, four symbols, five elements, and eight trigrams. The disk rotated, and each layer of seals around it rotated in the opposite direction to the one above, forming a profound Dao Rhyme. These Dao Rhymes descended, tempering the disciples' physical bodies and helping them comprehend the Dao. In the middle section of the stairs, there were scattered disciples sitting cross-legged, cultivating. They were likely the villains.

As the main show began, Young Master Lei stood with his hands behind his back, looking proudly at the opponents. At this moment, it was time for Qian Duoduo, the supporting actor, to shout. However, before he could even shout, Wan Lei heard sounds of panic and alarm from the stairs.

"Why are you here again? What do you want? Don't come over!"