If it still doesn't work, go to the second brother, maybe he can also help.

In short, there is still more than a month left, and I still have a chance to find it.

Wan'er and Zhu Ling'er have also been searching throughout the Demonic Mountains during this period, and they might gain something.

But the most reliable place is Haoyue Sect.

After spending a day in the Zhengqi Sect, Qin Cheng was not idle and went to learn about the development of the sect.

Sure enough, as Peng Shui said, since the opening ceremony of the Zhengqi Sect, the Immortal Palace style displayed and the subsequent strength that made him famous were spread by the participating monks.

In the past month or so, Zhengqi Sect has not developed too fast.

Not to mention that the monks who originally belonged to the area of ​​​​the Blood Alliance would take the initiative to join. Even some good talents from the surrounding sects would not travel thousands of miles to join the Zhengqi Sect.

Yes, the disadvantage is that the entire sect seems top-heavy, and these middle-level monks cannot pass on their mantles to future generations.

It may be okay in the short term, but in the long run, as the monks get older, it will definitely be detrimental to the development of the sect.

But now, there are more and more young people and even children in Zhengqi Sect. Although their cultivation is not high enough, they are like a blank sheet of paper.

As long as you have enough talent, you can grow up quickly with training.

In this way, Zhengqi Sect can continue a virtuous cycle.

Qin Cheng put on a ghost face mask and casually observed the disciples practicing in the sect.

Although Qin Cheng's ghost face was quite scary, the disciples were not afraid after seeing it. Instead, they showed admiration.

When they joined the sect, they were taught various miracles about their ancestors.

Some of them were done by Qin Cheng himself, and some were made up by Peng Shui. In short, the disciples who entered the Zhengqi Sect all had absolute admiration for Qin Cheng.

And this mask, everyone knows is the symbol of the ancestor.

These disciples have not seen Qin Cheng for more than a month since they started. They didn't expect to see the ancestor arrive today. How could they not be excited?

Not to mention these new disciples, even the monks teaching on the stage couldn't help but feel nervous.

These disciples and masters are all monks who were rescued by Qin Cheng on the endless ocean. They are people who have witnessed with their own eyes the methods used by Qin Cheng's gods to descend to earth.

If these disciples only respected him through word of mouth, then he was really shocked in his heart and worshiped Qin Cheng like a god.

However, when Qin Cheng nodded slightly toward him, he signaled that he should not stop teaching.

Then his figure flashed, pretending to leave, but in fact he was invisible in the same place.

Seeing Qin Cheng leaving, the Fusion Realm monk gradually calmed down. As he taught the cultivation method loudly, the disciples below also recovered from the commotion and listened carefully to the teachings.

What surprised Qin Cheng was that just as the lecture was about to end, a ray of light suddenly shot straight into the sky from behind the square under the podium.

It turned out that he was a somewhat thin disciple who gained some insights and broke through the shackles of his realm through the teachings of his instructor.

"It's Chang Hao again. This kid is really amazing. He has only been in the sect for ten days and has already broken through two small realms, surpassing us in more than a month of practice."

"Hmph, no matter how powerful he is, his family has never produced a cultivator. He is just a poor hunter and has no future."

The other disciples were somewhat envious, and some were very jealous.

When the teaching was over, Chang Hao, like everyone else, bowed to the master on the stage and then slowly left.

Qin Cheng discovered that Chang Hao left alone, had no friends, and seemed quite lonely.

After these disciples dispersed, Qin Cheng showed up again and called the Taoist monk over.

"Ancestor, this Chang Hao is indeed a good young man. Although his background is not good and his talent is only above average, he is extremely hardworking and intelligent. He can often understand the intention of what I teach him once I say it."

"He is the one I am most optimistic about among the disciples who have been here for more than a month. Moreover, I was also a teaching monk in my original sect. Such geniuses are rare."

Seeing that Qin Cheng was interested, the monk introduced him.

"Then why is he so unsocial and still being ostracized?" Qin Cheng frowned.

"There is nothing we can do about it." The monk shook his head in embarrassment.

"Our sect has only been open for more than a month. Anyone who comes to seek refuge after knowing the news is usually a monk in the clan who knows how powerful our Zhengqi Sect is."

"And this Chang Hao was chosen because his spiritual roots happened to be discovered in a village that is just a few hundred miles away from our Zhengqi Sect."

"So, Chang Hao's background is different from other people. These people will naturally look down on Chang Hao and even bully him at first. Although we have repeatedly scolded those disciples who have done evil, we don't dare to do anything to Chang Hao now, but we deliberately stay together and alienate him."

Qin Cheng nodded. The others were all descendants of immortal cultivators. This boy was of ordinary mortal blood. Even if they were forced to practice together, they probably wouldn't have a common language.

What's more, Chang Hao is so outstanding. At this age, excellence is even more jealous.

However, it would be fine if Chang Hao was determined. If he had been isolated and suppressed in this way, not only would his life be painful, but his energy would be dispersed, his character might also have problems, and ultimately his talent would be affected.

Such a good seedling, now that I have seen it, I will not ignore it.

But the method is also very important. It should not change Chang Hao's normal training trajectory, but also allow him to gradually integrate into the sect.

The next morning, Chang Hao got up early as usual and prepared to go to the top of the mountain to practice.

You can practice sitting cross-legged anywhere, but Chang Hao prefers the top of the mountain because it is quiet and no one is there, and there are not so many hostile looks and cynicism.

After walking out of the wooden house, many disciples woke up and were walking out, preparing to find a place to practice.

"Do geniuses come out so early?"

"Haha, are you afraid that we will catch up? Don't worry, it's just a matter of time."

"It doesn't matter that you are ahead temporarily, but the experience required for subsequent growth is particularly important. My father can pass it on to me, but you can only cover your head and think wildly."

Some people snorted coldly when they saw Chang Hao, and then immediately ridiculed him.

Some people frowned and shook their heads, very dissatisfied with these people's words, and even sympathized with Chang Hao.

But now all the disciples are alienated from him. These people are also worried that they will be rejected by others and will not say anything to help Chang Hao.

Chang Hao had long been accustomed to these sarcastic remarks. He clenched his fists and headed towards the top of the mountain with his head lowered.

The cool morning breeze made his agitated heart feel better.
Chapter completed!