My Informative Cultivation Life

The matter at the Hell Arena had concluded, and Yang Ji returned to the Sect through the Teleportation Array.

He had never imagined that Fu Dongliu was actually the Sect Master of Tianming Demon Sect.

Learning about the Humanoid Weapon, he almost delivered himself to the life-and-death stage.

Fortunately, things took a favorable turn, otherwise, the consequences would have been unpredictable.

This trip to the Hell Arena not only yielded the Ziyang Fruit that could enhance one's Spiritual Root but also netted him a Great Rejuvenation Pill that could extend his lifespan by ten years.

In addition, he obtained a hundred bottles of Nascent Soul Pill, truly a stroke of incredible fortune.

Yang Ji stood in the sky, not immediately returning to his residence but instead went to the Personnel Hall of the Sect.

Having successfully broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, he was now qualified to become an Inner Sect Disciple, and the privileges he enjoyed would be elevated accordingly.

Once his identity was verified, he was to be granted an Immortal Mountain, and the benefits of the Medicine Pills he had been receiving would also upgrade from Golden Core quality to the far more potent Nine-Transformation Golden Pill.

Such matters concerning his own benefits naturally could not be delayed, and he headed straight to the Personnel Hall.

Inside the Personnel Hall.

Identity verification was simple. After confirmation, Yang Ji officially became an Inner Sect Disciple and selected an uninhabited Immortal Mountain from the map provided by the elders.

At this moment, Yang Ji stood high in the sky, with Chong Yuan and others standing behind him, all looking toward the towering thousand-feet-high Immortal Mountain in front of them.

The mountain was shrouded in dense Spiritual Energy, covered with lush pine and cypress trees, cascading waterfalls, and palaces that stood tall between the mid-mountain and the peak.

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Atop the mountain lay a clear pond, surrounded by endless flower fields and Spiritual Beasts soaring through the air.

Around the main peak, there were countless straight peaks standing guard.

Calling it an Immortal Mountain was an understatement; all the peaks within fifty leagues were his domain.

Seeing this scene, Buddha Child immediately jumped out excitedly, shouting, "Hahaha, finally no need to stay in that cramped room anymore. I call dibs on the palace near the pond on the peak, and none of you are allowed to compete with me for it."

As he spoke, he dashed through the air to get there, moving so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"This guy." Yang Ji was amused by his enthusiasm, and turning to Chong Yuan and the others, he said, "Let's go too, and later you can each choose a palace for residence."

"Thank you, revered master," the crowd replied with a smile, nodding their heads.

Living in a palace on an Immortal Mountain was the best that could be. It was a far cry from the small rooms they occupied upon entering the Sect, a difference akin to going from commoner to emperor.

As they spoke, they flew toward the main peak.

Yang Ji naturally took up residence in the main hall, while the others chose palaces to their liking and settled down.

Not long after moving in, Yang Ji heard the chaotic calling of Immortal Cranes, which turned out to be Buddha Child chasing them around.

Seeing this, Yang Ji's eyelid twitched, and he sternly stopped him, "Don't you dare eat them."

"Revered master, don't worry. These are our own little cranes. How could I eat them? If I were to eat any, it'd be someone else's cranes. I'm just playing with them," said Buddha Child with a mischievous grin.

Yang Ji, hearing this, felt somewhat relieved. That little one did have some lines he would not cross, but he still cautioned, "Just don't mess around, if someone discovers your cultivation of Demon Sect techniques and skins you alive, I can't save you."

"Revered master, can you not scare me during broad daylight?" Buddha Child shrank his neck, clearly still somewhat afraid.

Good that he's afraid, Yang Ji just didn't want him to be fearless.

"Revered master, I've checked around, and the spiritual fields on the mountain are all unused; we can plant some Spiritual Medicine. Also, the Spiritual Beasts need to be fed and managed, and can't just be let loose. Besides, someone needs to take care of the flowers and plants all over the mountain.

How about I go to the Sect and find some Servant Disciples to come and take care of them?" Chong Yuan suggested.

"Alright, now that we have our own Immortal Mountain, we must not let its grandeur slip. You have full authority to take care of these matters," Yang Ji immediately said.

"Then, I'll take Wei Feng with me to select some clever and talented Servant Disciples to manage things," Chong Yuan said and, along with the refined middle-aged Wei Feng, flew out of the Immortal Mountain and toward the distance.

By evening, they had brought thirty-six young male and thirty-six young female Disciples to the Immortal Mountain.

Yang Ji stood at the peak at that moment, embracing the breeze, his purple robe undulating in the open air; the thick mist flowing slowly past him as he gradually merged with the Immortal Mountain, slowly becoming an immortal part of this picturesque landscape.

Watching the bustling crowd, a sudden sense of warmth and relaxation emerged in his heart.

Why do we cultivate?

Isn't it just to become stronger, and to provide a safe haven for our loved ones?

"By the way, revered master, our Immortal Mountain doesn't have a name yet. Why don't you give it one?" While he mused, the smiling young man Wei Ming suddenly spoke up.

"Then let's call it Dao Peak. The peak where one hears about the Dao, questions the Dao, and attains the Dao," said Yang Ji in a light tone.

"Dao Peak? What a fine name for Dao Peak!" Suddenly, a voice laughing reverberated from the skies.

Yang Ji looked sideways and saw, not knowing when, a handsome and towering figure had appeared; charismatic and extraordinary, with a warm smile on his face—this person was none other than Wang Tian Li, one of the top ten Dao children.

"Unsure of what brings Brother Wang here, I regret not being able to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me," With such an esteemed figure present, not knowing the reason for his visit, Yang Ji made sure not to neglect courtesy and quickly stepped forward to greet him, maintaining the necessary respect.

This person was at the Fushion Realm, powerful and had spoken on his behalf in the Hell Arena before. Yang Ji indeed held a good impression of him.

"I've come uninvited, please don't hold it against me, brother," Wang Tian Li said with a smile.