Senior Brother, yes you're right! - Chapter 7: How Can the Righteous Path Thrive With a Bunch of Leeches Like You?
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- Chapter 7: How Can the Righteous Path Thrive With a Bunch of Leeches Like You?
“Blessings, the blessings are gone, the path to immortality is gone just like that.”
While Zhang Feixuan was silently cursing the old man in his heart, Jin Guang finally regained some clarity. He stared fixedly at that patch of mud and staggered over to it. Suddenly, he fell to his knees and reached out to dig through the mud.
However, just as his hand touched the mud, it was grasped by another hand.
Song Yin looked at Jin Guang with concern. “Master, what are you doing?”
Jin Guang turned his head blankly, stared at Song Yin for a while, and suddenly shuddered.
“N-no, it’s nothing. Master just suddenly felt a bit tired. Please, let Master be alone for a while, please.”
If one looked carefully, Jin Guang’s eyes were even more shrouded in a misty layer of tears.
But Song Yin seemed to have seen nothing, grabbed Jin Guang’s hand, and said seriously, “Master, since you’ve agreed to let me be the eldest senior brother, I have a few words to say to the junior brothers. May I?”
“Fine, fine, do whatever you want.”
Jin Guang’s eyes remained fixed on the mud and his tone was tinged with a hint of despair.
“Alright, then I won’t disturb Master while you study this dark art.”
Song Yin nodded and released Jin Guang’s hand. The latter immediately scooped up the mud and swiftly returned to the pill room. Almost instantly, a stone wall appeared out of nowhere and sealed the entrance to the pill room.
Meanwhile, Song Yin stepped up to the main hall, took a deep breath as he looked at the disciples outside, and commanded:
“Stand up straight!”
He glared at the disciples outside the hall. There was a solid force behind his voice and Zhang Feixuan, who was in the lead, involuntarily straightened his posture with a shudder.
The disciples outside the hall reacted similarly, their bodies trembled before each one stood upright.
Song Yin frowned and continued, “Line up!”
The dozen or so disciples, as if they had undergone rigorous training, quickly arranged themselves into three neat rows.
“Yes, yes, everyone line up properly!” Zhang Feixuan stood behind Song Yin as he frantically fanned him with a folding fan, while groveling like a dog.
He was scared to death. The patch of mud by the statue had made it clear—if he disobeyed this fierce man it would likely lead to a similar fate.
“Junior Brother, you too, go stand with them,” Song Yin glanced at him.
“Right away!”
Zhang Feixuan immediately ran to the front of the team, clasped his hands on the outside of his thighs without leaving a gap, and stood straight like a javelin. Nobody knew who he learned this from.
Song Yin glanced at them, nodded approvingly, and then began to speak: “Everyone, thank you for your support in electing me as the senior brother. As the senior brother, it’s my duty to mention a few points for the development of our sect.”
“Our Golden Immortal Sect is a righteous sect, focused on the art of alchemy. Master often tells me that every disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect carries the heart of eradicating evil, upholding the righteous path, and healing the world. I believe that everyone who follows Master must share the same vision.”
The disciples standing in the plaza exchanged confused and bewildered looks, unsure of what to make of his words.
“But we…”
One of the disciples was about to speak boldly but he was abruptly silenced when Zhang Feixuan shot him a glare and cut him off. Then Zhang Feixuan loudly declared, “Senior Brother, yes you are right!”
Of course, he’s right.
Although Zhang Feixuan wasn’t sure what that old man Jin Guang had brought into the sect, there was one thing he was sure of: this guy still believed in Jin Guang. And not only did he believe in him, but he also wanted to practice the tricks that Jin Guang used to cheat him.
You could call him a fool, and he definitely was. But when that fool’s strength is so overwhelming that it drives you to despair, you start to wonder who the real fool is.
Zhang Feixuan didn’t think about whether his Dao heart would be broken or not. He only knew that if they were exposed, they would have to accompany the meat paste taken away by the master.
“I know you have some grievances in your hearts,” Song Yin suddenly said as he looked at them.
“In just less than a day since I joined the sect, two evil ways broke into the sect. It can be seen what the sect looks like on weekdays. And you people, to be honest, I look down on you.”
As he spoke, he paused and paid attention to the expressions of the crowd. However, the disciples’ faces remained unchanged, as if they were all numb to his words.
Song Yin shook his head and continued, “Let’s not even compare your talents to what my master personally admitted was the potential of a great immortal. From my current perspective, your aptitudes are utterly abysmal!”
Still, no one responded.
Disappointment flickered in Song Yin’s eyes, but he quickly regained his spirit and continued: “Don’t think that I am casually belittling you. The Golden Immortal Grand Pill Sutra has the method of looking for qi, and from what I see, you have loose qi circulation, your steps are unsteady—none of you is decent enough. The sect is in ruins, and none of you have thought to maintain it. But!”
Song Yin raised his voice: “Have you ever thought about why the master chose this place? Why, despite your poor talents, Master accepted you as disciples and has patiently taught you all this time? This is because our sect, the Golden Immortal Sect, doesn’t judge by talent alone but by whether you possess the heart to save and help others!”
*Smack!*
Song Yin slapped his chest forcefully and tears welled up in his eyes.
He thought of his master, who had descended from the heavens one day and taken him as a disciple. At that time, could he really see that he had the talent of a great immortal?
Now, after studying the Golden Immortal Grand Pill Sutra and comprehending the method of looking at the qi, Song Yin realized that it was impossible to see that. The truth could only be one thing:
His master was a man who truly believed in teaching without discrimination.
He must have seen Song Yin lost and confused at that time so he felt pity and wanted to take him in as a disciple so that he could have some support.
In the early spring while the turbid qi in his body was being removed, his master carefully took care of him and patiently explained everything. How could that be summarized by just one sentence “the talent of a great immortal”?
“And you are not only lazy, but you can’t even muster up the courage when you encounter the heretics—if I hadn’t happened to enter the sect at that moment, how much damage would have been done? If you continue to be muddleheaded, how can the righteous path ever thrive? This needs to change! All of it needs to change! Master pities you and loves you, but things still need to be done! If Master finds it hard to say, then as the eldest senior brother, I will say it!”
Song Yin’s eyes were firm, “As disciples of the righteous path, you cannot bring shame to the Golden Immortal Sect and you must uphold the honor of our sect. From today onward, as the Eldest senior brother, I will make sure you change your ways. How can you rule the world if you can’t even maintain this house? How can you sweep away the world’s troubles if you don’t even sweep away the dust? Starting today—”
He raised his arm high and shouted, “We will clean this place from top to bottom! And we will repair these buildings!”
This was something Song Yin had wanted to do from the moment he entered the sect. The place wasn’t just in disrepair; it was filthy.
He couldn’t understand how these disciples lived like this day after day. As a righteous sect, even if it was small, it needed to have a proper and dignified atmosphere.
If the sect wasn’t clean and the buildings weren’t maintained, how could they hope to attract good disciples or make a name for themselves?
“C-cleaning?!” Zhang Feixuan was stunned.
After all that passionate speech, and this is what it comes to?
“Junior Brother, do you have a different opinion?” Song Yin turned his gaze toward Zhang Feixuan.
He had a favorable impression of this humble fellow disciple, who had been the first to declare, “The Dao has no first or last.” Despite his flashy attire, Zhang Feixuan had a kind heart and seemed like a genuinely good person.
“N-no, not at all,” Zhang Feixuan said dryly. “I fully support Senior Brother’s call to action!”
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