From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 325 When the Immortal Sect Awaits Its Rise, the Yao Maiden Displays Her Lofty Ambitions

Chapter 325 When the Immortal Sect Awaits Its Rise, the Yao Maiden Displays Her Lofty Ambitions

The howling wind seemed to still be telling the story of yesterday's tragedy.

I stood in front of the Immortal Gate's main hall, and all I could see were broken walls and ruins.

The once magnificent pavilion is now nothing but scorched earth, with a faint smell of burning permeating the air—the traces left by the clash of spells, pungent and heartbreaking.

Wen Chen stood beside me, holding my hand tightly. His body heat came through my palm, giving me a little warmth.

But I know in my heart that rebuilding the immortal sect is not as simple as just talking. There are countless things to do, and every single one of them is urgent.

I took a deep breath, forced down the heaviness in my heart, and turned to walk into the council chamber.

This place was not spared either; a large hole was torn in the roof, and sunlight shone down directly, making people feel uneasy.

Deacon Li was leading several disciples in inventorying supplies; they all looked dusty and distressed.

I casually flipped open an account book, and my eyelids twitched a few times.

This isn't an account book, it's a death warrant!

Spirit stones, elixirs, magical artifacts... almost everything was sold out.

Seeing my pale face, Deacon Li sighed incessantly, "Alas, Immortal Venerable, what are we to do? Our immortal sect... is afraid we won't be able to make ends meet!"

"Enough!" I slammed the ledger shut and shouted angrily to stop them.

Deacon Li trembled in fright and dared not utter another word.

I looked around and saw that my disciples had different expressions. Some were worried, some were confused, and some even... had some doubts.

That's right, it's suspicion!

They doubted me, doubted whether I, a celestial being who entered the sect halfway through my life, could lead them to rebuild their immortal sect and rise again!

"Immortal Venerable, I'm not trying to be discouraging, but with our sect in this state, those forces outside are probably already eyeing us covetously." A disciple finally couldn't help but speak up, his words like a pebble thrown into an already turbulent lake.

"Yes, Immortal Venerable, although the Thunder Demon King has temporarily retreated, who knows if he will make a comeback?"

"Our meager savings probably wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap..."

"How about... we ask other immortal sects for help?"

The discussions grew louder, and the criticisms became increasingly harsh.

I felt like I was being roasted over a fire, every second was torture.

I tried hard to explain and persuade them, but when the words came out, they felt so pale and powerless.

Just then, General Zhao rushed in, his face grave. He clasped his hands and said, "Immortal Venerable, something terrible has happened! Several people from various sects have been loitering near our Immortal Sect, behaving suspiciously!"

This news was undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head, making it hard for me to breathe.

Beset by internal and external troubles, is this immortal sect really going to be destroyed in my hands?

Do not!

no way!

I slammed my hand on the table, and a brilliant idea flashed into my mind.

I suddenly remembered that although the Immortal Sect is short of resources, there is one thing that outsiders can only dream of – our unique alchemy and talisman-making techniques!

I looked up, and hope rekindled in my eyes.

I did not humbly beg those so-called prestigious sects as usual, nor did I fawn over them!

I will use our own methods to make those who once looked down on us come to us obediently!

"Pass down the order: three days from now, the Immortal Sect will hold a public auction of a batch of pills and talismans!" My voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Everyone was stunned; they clearly hadn't expected me to make such a decision.

Surprise, doubt, confusion... a mix of emotions mingled on their faces.

But I know I made the right move.

The following days were filled with bustling activity both inside and outside the Immortal Sect.

People from all walks of life flocked to the scene. Some genuinely wanted to buy pills and talismans, while others were simply curious to see what tricks this fallen immortal sect could pull.

As for me, I remained calm and collected, quietly waiting for the right opportunity.

Finally, the auction began.

Standing on the high platform, looking at the diverse crowd below, I was filled with mixed emotions.

I displayed the meticulously crafted pills and the incredibly mysterious talismans, watching the greed and desire gleam in the eyes of those people.

I knew they'd taken the bait.

Sure enough, as the auction progressed, the price soared.

Those who were initially skeptical also joined the scramble.

Watching them argue heatedly over a few pills and talismans, I felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.

After the auction, the Immortal Sect not only gained a large amount of resources, but also won the support of many other forces.

Seeing the smiles return to my disciples' faces filled me with pride.

But I know this is just the beginning. Although the Immortal Sect has temporarily weathered the crisis, internal divisions and external threats still exist.

Balancing the forces of all sides and ensuring the true rise of the immortal sects will be an even greater challenge.

"Immortal Venerable, what should we do next?" Fairy Zhou walked to my side and asked softly.