From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 385 Initial Discussions on Reform Encounter Obstacles

As the light faded, I found myself still standing in the center of the stone chamber. The light on the stone tablet had also disappeared, but there seemed to be a trace of warmth remaining in my palm.

Zi Ling and Elder Qing Feng looked at me with surprise and joy. I knew that I had succeeded. I had obtained a new inheritance and shouldered the important task of reforming the immortal sect.

Upon returning to the Immortal Sect, I couldn't wait a moment longer and immediately summoned all the elders and disciples to hold a meeting in the Inheritance Hall.

The main hall was solemn and dignified, with the fragrance of thousand-year-old sandalwood permeating the air. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows that reflected on the expectant or puzzled faces of the crowd.

I will display the treasures and heritage I brought back from the ruins one by one, and everyone will gasp in amazement.

These treasures contain powerful spiritual energy and radiate dazzling light. The inheritances also record even more exquisite cultivation methods, enough to elevate the strength of the immortal sects to a higher level.

"Everyone," I said, looking around at the crowd with a firm tone, "this trip to the ruins has not only brought back treasures and inheritances, but more importantly, I have seen the future direction of the immortal sect!"

I paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Our sect's traditional methods of inheritance have always been too conservative and closed, preventing many disciples from fully realizing their potential. I believe we need to make changes!"

I elaborated on my ideas for reform, including opening up more cultivation resources, reforming the disciple selection system, and encouraging innovation and practice, among other things.

My tone was impassioned, filled with anticipation for the future of the Immortal Sect, like a flame that wanted to ignite everyone's passion.

However, no sooner had I finished speaking than an old, shrill voice rang out: "Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw Elder Xuanfeng stand up angrily. His hair and beard were standing on end, and his face was ashen, like an angry lion.

"Our sect's traditions have been followed for thousands of years. How dare you, a mere young girl, change them at will? This is blasphemy against our ancestors!"

He slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup jump and make a crisp sound. The sound was like a sharp thorn, piercing my eardrum and my heart.

I felt a chill rise from the soles of my feet and spread throughout my body.

"That's right, Senior Sister Xiao Yao, what you're doing will destroy the immortal sect!" Junior Sister Chu chimed in, her tone sharp and sarcastic, like a noisy sparrow chattering in my ear.

"You think you can do whatever you want just because you brought something back from the ruins? You're just trying to show off and get everyone's attention!"

Her words were like tiny knives, stabbing my heart again and again. I felt a surge of resentment and anger, but I tried my best to control myself and didn't lash out.

I knew I had to stay calm in order to persuade them.

"Elder Xuanfeng, Junior Sister Chu, I know what you're worried about, but..." I tried to explain, but before I could finish, Elder Xuanfeng interrupted me.

"I don't care what you're worried about!" Elder Xuanfeng roared. "In short, I will absolutely not agree to your reform plan! The traditions of our immortal sect cannot be destroyed!"

His tone was firm and unquestionable, like a thick wall blocking my way, making me feel suffocated.

Deacon Wu had been sitting to the side, listening to my proposal with great interest, and nodding in agreement from time to time.

However, seeing Elder Xuanfeng and Junior Sister Chu's fierce opposition, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of hesitation and unease.

He glanced furtively at Elder Xuanfeng, then at me, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

Ultimately, he chose to remain silent and did not offer any opinion.

I felt powerless, as if I had punched cotton, with no effect whatsoever.

I looked around, hoping to find some supporters, but most people remained silent and dared not express their opinions easily.

A deep sense of disappointment welled up inside me. Was my path of change about to end here?

Just then, a clear, crisp sound rang out...

"Junior Sister Xiao Yao's suggestion was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but the result of careful consideration." Fairy Mingyue is a well-known gentle and wise figure in our immortal sect. Her voice is like a clear mountain spring, tinkling and instantly soothing the restlessness in my heart.

I looked at her gratefully, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart, like holding a cup of hot tea on a winter's day, warming me from my fingertips all the way to my heart.

Fairy Mingyue slowly rose to her feet. Today, she was wearing a moon-white long dress, her clothes fluttering, exuding an ethereal aura.

She looked around, her gaze firm yet gentle, as if possessing some kind of magic, which gradually quieted down the originally noisy hall.

"Gentlemen, we have been sticking to the old ways for too long. Have we never thought about why the immortal sects have been dwindling in talent and spiritual energy has become scarce in recent years? How can a cultivation method that sticks to the old ways, like a stagnant pool, possibly generate powerful strength?"

Her voice was soft yet resonant, each word striking a chord in everyone's hearts.

I noticed that Deacon Wu's previously furrowed brows had relaxed slightly. He subconsciously stroked his beard, his eyes flickering as if he were thinking about something.

“Fairy Mingyue is right!” Senior Brother Lin stood up abruptly. He was always enthusiastic and cheerful, and now he was even more full of fighting spirit, like a burning flame, wishing he could pass on his enthusiasm to everyone.

"We cannot be complacent! Senior Sister Xiao Yao's reform plan, though bold, is full of hope! Just think, if we can open up more cultivation resources so that those disciples with slightly less talent but who are diligent and hardworking can also receive better training, how many talents will emerge in our immortal sect!"

Senior Brother Lin's words were impassioned, like war drums on a battlefield, striking the hearts of everyone present.

The originally quiet atmosphere in the main hall began to change slightly thanks to the support of Fairy Mingyue and Senior Brother Lin.

I felt a supporting force slowly gathering, which rekindled my hope and strengthened my resolve.

I took a deep breath and decided to strike while the iron was hot, elaborating on my reform plan in even greater detail.

I used clear logic to explain the necessity, feasibility, and potential benefits of the change.

I even brought out some ancient texts obtained from the ruins as evidence to prove that my reform plan was not a wild idea, but a well-founded one.

My mouth was dry and my voice was hoarse from talking, but I didn't dare to stop.

I felt the atmosphere in the main hall growing increasingly tense, and an invisible pressure enveloped me. I knew this was a game concerning the future of the immortal sect, and I had to give it my all!

As I explained, more and more people began to waver. Their tense expressions gradually relaxed, and their eyes showed more thought and expectation.

I even saw some disciples who originally supported Elder Xuanfeng start whispering and exchanging opinions.

However, Elder Xuanfeng and Junior Sister Chu still refused to compromise.

Elder Xuanfeng's face grew increasingly gloomy. He stared intently at me, while Junior Sister Chu kept making sarcastic remarks, trying to disrupt my train of thought and undermine my confidence.

I sensed that an even more heated debate was about to unfold...

“Xiao Yao,” Elder Xuanfeng’s voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from hell, sending chills down my spine, “Do you really think you can change the thousand-year tradition of the Immortal Sect?” He slowly stood up and walked towards me step by step, each step feeling like it was stepping on my heart, making me feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

He stopped in front of me, a dangerous glint in his cloudy eyes. "You're too naive..."