The three of them waited for five or six days and finally met Xu Chunniang.
After hearing the suggestions from several people, she refused without hesitation.
"Since Grandmaster Sheng asked you to exchange five spiritual ores, you must give us five spiritual ores, not a single one less."
"Five spiritual mines for one spiritual vein, you are going too far, fellow Daoist!"
The old man surnamed Zhao was fuming with anger. If the spiritual veins in his sect weren't in short supply, he wouldn't even want to give up the three spiritual mines.
Xu Chunniang was originally preparing to leave, but after hearing this, she turned around and her eyes fell on the three people.
"If you want spiritual veins, why didn't you attack Hunyuan Sect earlier? Since you choose to stand aside and watch, these spiritual veins have nothing to do with you.
My Xiaoyao Sect is rebuilding its mountain gate and recruiting more disciples. This is the time when we need these spiritual veins. You can't afford the price, so why do you want to humiliate yourself?"
The faces of several people turned pale and blue, and the old man surnamed Zhao was so angry that his lips trembled.
"This little girl is so arrogant. Hey! If you don't want to change it, then don't change it. At worst, we can think of other ways!"
Tang Chan frowned, "But the spirit veins all have owners. Unless you go deep into the mountains of the Western Regions, you won't be able to find more spirit veins."
"At worst, I can go to the Shiwan Mountains myself. The spiritual mines are the foundation of my Wanjian Sect. Giving up three is already the limit. We cannot give up any more."
The old man surnamed Zhao said angrily, "The Xiaoyao Sect is asking for an exorbitant price. It's obvious that they are deliberately making things difficult for us!"
The female cultivator surnamed Wen frowned, "Brother Zhao, there are great dangers in the Ten Thousand Mountains. My master died there. Why do you want to take the risk..."
Back then, her master risked his life to go to the Shiwanda Mountains in order to find out the reason why the spiritual energy disappeared, but he died four years after entering the mountains.
In addition to her master, those who went to the Shiwan Mountains together included Nascent Soul cultivators from the other four sects.
Among the five Nascent Soul cultivators, only one Dan cultivator from the Miao Dan Sect escaped in the end.
Although the senior alchemist successfully brought back a spiritual vein after escaping, he was also seriously injured.
Faced with other people's inquiries, she kept her mouth shut and only warned everyone that there were extremely dangerous things hidden in the Shiwanda Mountains and that they should never go there rashly.
"My uncle died four years after entering the mountain. As long as I don't go too deep, I shouldn't run into any danger."
A hint of hesitation flashed across the old man Zhao's eyes, and then turned into decisiveness.
"I don't have much time left anyway, so I might as well take advantage of this last chance and give it a try."
When the female cultivator surnamed Wen heard this, she sighed inwardly and decided not to persuade him any further.
Tang Chan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was just wondering how to ask Uncle Zhao to willingly go to the deep mountains of the Western Regions, but he didn't expect that he would actually volunteer.
Master and Uncle Wen are in their prime, and if they rashly go to the Ten Thousand Mountains and encounter any unexpected events, the strength of the Wanjian Sect will be greatly reduced.
But it’s different when Master Zhao leaves. He only has a dozen years left to live, so even if he dies, the loss will be limited.
Although he had weighed the pros and cons in his mind, Tang Chan still put on a comforting look.
"Uncle Master Zhao, please think twice. Although our spiritual veins are drying up, we should be able to hold out for a hundred years. Perhaps we can think of another way."
The old man surnamed Zhao shook his head. "A hundred years will pass in the blink of an eye. If we wait until then to think of a solution, I'm afraid it will be too late. I have made up my mind. You don't need to persuade me anymore."
The female cultivator surnamed Wen seemed to be thinking about something. "I have always had a personal relationship with Master Liaozhi of Wuliang Mountain. Some time ago, I heard him mention that he wanted to take his disciples to the Shiwan Mountains for some training. Senior brother, maybe you can go with Master Liaozhi."
"When did Master Liaozhi accept a new disciple? Is it the Buddhist disciple from before?"
The old man surnamed Zhao showed a look of surprise. Master Liaozhi was a strange man. Although he was in the Buddhist sect, he often did things that disregarded the Buddhist teachings.
But he has the highest level of cultivation, and no one in Wuliang Mountain can do anything to him.
It was he who instructed the Wuliang Sect to seal its own sect.
Facts have proved that Master Liaozhi's approach was wise.
At least during the years when evil cultivators were wreaking havoc in the world of cultivation, Wuliang Mountain was not affected.
"No, Master Liaozhi accepted someone else. I heard that the Buddhist disciple wanted to worship him as his master and knelt in front of his temple for ten days and ten nights, but in the end he was kicked out of the temple."
As the female cultivator surnamed Wen spoke, she felt a little emotional in her heart.
Although she had some personal relationship with Master Liaozhi, she also disagreed with his act of expelling the Buddhist disciple who was highly regarded by everyone in Wuliang Mountain from the temple.
The old man surnamed Zhao was slightly stunned when he heard this.
“Why do I feel that this Master Liaozhi is a little unreliable? His disciples should only have the Golden Core cultivation level.
You are taking your disciples into the Shiwan Mountains to train like this. Aren't you afraid of encountering danger?"
The female cultivator surnamed Wen shook her head and said, "Master Liaozhi is an extraordinary person, and his ideas are very different from those of others.
But he is a true late Nascent Soul cultivator, and traveling with him will better ensure my brother's safety."
The old man surnamed Zhao thought for a moment and nodded silently.
"In that case, you can go to Wuliang Mountain with me. As for Junior Brother Tang, you can go back to the sect on your own."
Tang Chan bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, then I will go back to the sect first. I hope the two uncles will go and come back soon."
The departure of the three people had no effect on Xu Chunniang and Sheng Qingjun who were still refining their spiritual veins.
The Wanjian Sect stood idly by when the Xiaoyao Sect was nearly wiped out, and the friendship between the two sects was thus ruined.
Sheng Qingjun sighed, "Xiaochun Niang, will you blame me for rejecting the proposal of the Wanjian Sect?"
Xiaoyao Sect currently has so many spiritual veins that it can use two of the extra spiritual veins to exchange for three spiritual mines.
"Why would Master think so?"
Xu Chunniang shook her head. "Spiritual veins are the foundation of a sect, so naturally the more the better. Since the Wanjian Sect has chosen to protect itself, we should not have any dealings with them from now on."
Sheng Qingjun nodded with satisfaction, "That's right, the important thing is to quickly refine the spirit veins and transport them back to the sect."
Xiaoyao Sect rebuilt its mountain gate and recruited disciples with spiritual roots and talents. It was a time when everything needed to be rebuilt.
Now that we have already broken off relations with the Wanjian Sect, there is no point in thinking too much.
The two continued to refine the spirit veins. After four or five months, they finally brought all the spirit veins back to the sect.
Adding the two existing spiritual veins in the sect, the number of spiritual veins in the sect has reached an astonishing eight. It is no wonder that the leader of the Wanjian Sect would be jealous.
During the months when the two were refining their spiritual veins, the other people in the sect were also busy repairing the damaged mountain gate to make it look brand new.
Looking at the Xiaoyao Sect that was exuding a new aura, Sheng Qingjun's eyes were slightly moist. It would be worth her death if she could live to see this scene.
"Uncle Sheng, Uncle Xu, the news has spread. In a few days, the sect will begin recruiting disciples.
By then, many children will come to Qingyun Town Market to participate in the election."
As Yue Ling was speaking, he presented the election process that had already been prepared.
In the past, when the Xiaoyao Sect had sufficient manpower, the sect would send Jindan elders and foundation-building monks to various villages and towns to find children with spiritual root talents and bring them back to the sect.
Since Xiaoyao Sect is short of manpower right now, it has abandoned its previous practices.