Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1845 - 1391: Preaching the Dao (Part 2)

Although a multitude of tasks still demanded attention, they were all promptly pushed aside and delayed. Once the arrangements for Ancestor Rui’s sermon were finalized, those lingering matters would be addressed at a later time.

“Ancestor Rui, what are your thoughts on officially conducting a lecture in three days?”

“That is fine.” Li Zhirui voiced no objections. His resolution to teach was born from a sudden whim, a reflection of the family’s old ambitions; he simply wished to contribute some of his own efforts.

Furthermore, since he was currently unable to focus on his own Cultivation, he required other activities to occupy his mind and stave off restlessness.

The subsequent logistical details were all entrusted to Li Liangxiang. Li Zhirui took the role of a hands-off manager, intending only to show his face when the day of the lecture arrived.

Clang, clang, clang—

A lecture by Li Zhirui was a monumental occasion, open to the entire clan. As soon as the word got out, a massive wave of family members would undoubtedly flock back to Mount Wanxian to receive guidance from a Heavenly Immortal.

To ensure that the clansmen stationed at various outposts didn't all abandon their posts and leave Spiritual Objects vulnerable to theft, the leadership had to organize and manage the personnel with great care.

Following a protracted discussion, a viable strategy was finally established. Afterward, every member of the family was notified of Li Zhirui’s upcoming lecture and the specific arrangements involved.

“In three days, Ancestor Rui will hold a lecture at Mount Wanxian!”

Boom—

The announcement hit like a volcanic blast, leaving people stunned and rapidly triggering intense debates among the kin throughout Shanhai State.

“Regardless of the cost, I must get back to Mount Wanxian for Ancestor Rui’s teaching. This is my chance to achieve a breakthrough. If I let this slip, there’s no telling when the next opportunity will arise; it might never happen again!” One particular clansman declared with a gaze full of zeal and resolve.

This sentiment was echoed by many. For them, a lecture from Li Zhirui was a peerless chance that could potentially propel their Cultivation to new heights!

Missing out would be a source of deep regret and difficult to endure.

The plan formulated by Li Liangxiang and the others was straightforward: they would mandate that certain clansmen remain at their stations to safeguard local Spiritual Objects and deter thieves.

Naturally, the Li family provided these individuals with substantial rewards. Forcing them to miss the lecture would inevitably create a grudge in their hearts, no matter how cooperative they appeared on the surface.

Before long, the news filtered down to the ears of the Loose Cultivators.

They could do nothing but feel a deep sense of jealousy. Since they weren't part of the Li family and lacked any ties, they were barred from the Ten Thousand Immortals Mountain Range, let alone the inner clan territory.

Still, a few hopeful Loose Cultivators gathered at the fringes of the Ten Thousand Immortals Mountain Range, praying they might catch even a whisper of the lecture’s wisdom.

For these independent practitioners who lacked a proper inheritance, they often hit walls at critical Cultivation junctures due to a lack of esoteric knowledge, creating a massive chasm between them and those from Sects or noble families.

Because of this, any opening—no matter how slim—was something an ambitious Loose Cultivator would never ignore!

...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

As the first glimmer of Sunrise Purple Qi appeared, Li Zhirui manifested silently upon the highest meditation cushion.

Long before his arrival, the massive square had been packed with kin who had come to listen. From above, the gathering looked like a vast, dark ocean of people.

“I hope I can gain enough insight from Ancestor Rui’s words to finally shatter my current bottleneck.”

“Who doesn't want that? But such things aren't guaranteed; it all comes down to our own talent and fortune.”

Acquaintances sat in clusters, murmuring quietly among themselves.

Even with their hushed tones, the sheer volume of people created a significant stir.

Dong—

Had it not been for the resonant ring of the bell, many would not have noticed Li Zhirui’s presence. The sound instantly brought a heavy silence to the area.

“Above lies the Yellow Court, below is the Guan Yuan; the Quiet Palace sits ahead, and the Gate of Destiny behind...”

As the lecture commenced, the profound Dao sounds radiated outward, reaching every ear with perfect clarity.

The voice wasn't booming, yet it resonated within their souls like a soft wind, calming their agitated and wandering Mental States.

The clansmen sat in a daze, seemingly entranced. A few individuals with high perception could extract the profound truths of the Great Dao from the fundamental "Yellow Court Scripture," though most were unable to grasp it, letting the wisdom slip through their fingers.

Internally, Li Zhirui gave a slight shake of his head; even with so many kin present, those with true potential were sparse. Nevertheless, he showed no favoritism and continued to teach everyone with the same dedication.

After all, high comprehension during this single lecture didn't guarantee future greatness. By that same token, those who failed to see the Great Dao Truth today might still achieve significant things later on.

Just like Li Zhixuan in the past; after her Spirit Testing, she was found to have only mediocre Four Spiritual Roots, drawing little interest from the clan.

But looking at her today, her successes proved that initial talent isn't everything.

To those less gifted clansmen, Li Zhixuan actually commanded a higher level of respect and admiration than even Li Zhirui himself.

The serene Dao sounds persisted, assisting the clansmen in their journey.

Simultaneously, Li Zhirui’s voice echoed across the distance, reaching the Loose Cultivators at the border.

Upon hearing the sacred sounds, their hearts filled with joy. They were thankful that the Dao Heart steadied their Mental State; otherwise, the power of the words might have been harmful, potentially triggering a Heart Demon.

Even the Spirit Beasts that usually roared in the mountains fell silent, not daring to make a peep for fear of disturbing the holy sound.

While such caution might seem extreme, it highlighted the immense value placed on this sermon.

As the hours ticked by, the Dao sounds grew more intricate, leaving many listeners bewildered as their Cultivation was insufficient to follow along.

The situation was even worse for the Loose Cultivators who lacked a foundation; they were unable to withstand the profound concepts early on.

Li Zhirui did not slow down for them, however. In addition to the crowd, Da Qing, Xiaoqing, and several Earth Immortals were also in attendance.

Instead, he simply used a technique to dampen their hearing, allowing them to focus on reflecting upon and internalizing what they had already heard.

From dawn until dusk, time seemed to evaporate during the lecture.

Without most people realizing it, the sermon was drawing to a close.

“The Way of the Technique follows Nature!”

Li Zhirui decided not to conclude with a complex mystery of the Great Dao, but rather with those four simple words.

Yet, those words struck the hearts of certain clansmen like a falling star.

In the following moment, a clansman who had been on the verge of a breakthrough was suddenly enlightened, instantly shattering his bottleneck. His aura erupted as his Cultivation technique accelerated, greedily pulling in the surrounding Spiritual Energy and forming a massive Spirit Qi Vortex.

Spiritual Energy surged into his frame, fueling his transition.

Soon, thunder clouds began to gather in the sky. Only by surviving the Thunder Tribulation could one truly earn the title of an Individual Immortal.

Before the storm could fully materialize, Li Zhirui shifted the clansman to a secluded area to minimize any interference with the breakthrough.

At the same time, he suppressed his own aura entirely to avoid making the Thunder Tribulation even more severe.

The clouds drank in Spiritual Energy, expanding rapidly until they formed a heavy, dark mass covering several miles.

Rumble—

The first bolt of Tribulation Thunder roared down toward the clansman, who stood ready and composed to meet it.

Watching from the side, Li Zhirui nodded slightly, impressed by his calm. If everything proceeded as expected, the family would soon welcome a new Individual Immortal.