In the vast expanse of the world of cultivation, there was a sect known as the Heavenly Demon Sect, which stood as one of the oldest among all the demonic factions. Its roots could be traced back even before the great Cang calendar, in a time of grandeur and power.
Ji Lingyun nodded slightly before adding, “But your cultivation level is the lowest amongst the direct disciples. If you don’t work harder, even the junior brothers who just joined will surpass you soon. While you dream, it would be wise to remain grounded and improve your skills. Next, Yin Chajie, it’s your turn.”
“Reporting to Master!”
“Enough, you don’t need to say anything else.” Ji Lingyun interrupted. In a hundred years, even she doubted she could compete with this disciple. The only regret was that the disciple did not possess the kind of physique like that bizarre old man from the Qinming Sword Sect. At this rate, it was estimated that it wouldn't take hundreds of years before the disciple would transcend and ascend into the heavens, although it was uncertain how long they could protect the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Ji Lingyun pointed to the door with an indifferent expression and said, “Get out and take off the clothes of a direct disciple. I, Ji Lingyun, do not have you as my disciple.”
“Hmm, hmm, such killing intent, I like it; truly befitting of the Senior Brother of the Heavenly Demon Sect.” Even in the era after the war between humans and demons, the demonic sect continued its legacy, unwavering despite the rise and fall of other factions. The Heavenly Demon Sect remained steadfast for thousands of years, like a witness to the history of the demon path.
The bored girl thought to herself again. The Heavenly Demon Sect, an ancient faction among all the demonic sects, could trace its roots back to the era before the great calendar. Master Ji Lingyun seemed satisfied, but she quickly changed her words, “However, the Moon River Sect you mentioned has been dealt with by the Righteous Dao Alliance’s enforcing elders. All disciples within the sect have been dispersed, and the sect master as well as those involved have been executed. You have no business with them. Next, Ta Yin, you go ahead.”
“Oh wow, I didn’t expect that infallible Senior Brother would have such a hobby. No wonder he’s never been caught during bath time. But such thoughts are actually a bit impressive; at least they align with how our demonic cultivators are perceived—particularly wicked and perverse. Truly admirable, Senior Brother; I could never do that.”
“Ta Yin, this ideal of yours is a little better than that of the demon child; I like it.”
“Jin Yao, come, share your dreams with your master.”
Unlike the Hehuan Sect, which hid itself within the mortal world and divided its sect headquarters among ordinary cities, or the Yin Ling Sect, which secluded itself in remote places with its main temple located in a graveyard, the Heavenly Demon Sect was the only sect within the demonic alliance that dared to openly display its main headquarters, claiming the spirit land as its stronghold.
A tall man stood before the three characters spelling “Heavenly Demon Sect” for a moment and then walked up the mountain path. He skillfully passed through the complex mechanism formations and entered the gates of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The bustling disciples and students seemed as if they did not see him at all, allowing him to stroll leisurely past them.
“Master!” Ji Lingyun’s eyes widened.
Li Jinyao stood up, the fellow disciples, seniors, and her master all focused their eager gazes on this talented girl of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The red-haired girl sat down dejectedly, while a bright-faced youth stood up on the other side.
The man continued inward, arriving at the lecture hall’s entrance. Inside, Ji Lingyun, the current sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a beautiful yet boisterous woman, was giving a lesson to the sect’s direct disciples.
“Reporting, Master!” The demon child spoke while a charming girl, seated three rows behind him with her chin resting on her hand, also had similar thoughts.
A voice boomed, resembling that of a soldier, “I have no particularly special dreams!”
“Come now, tell me what you wish to do most!” Ji Lingyun urged, prompting laughter from the crowd.
“Most wanted to do…”
The tall man walked to the inner hall, finding the atmosphere within lively with students engaged in the teachings of the sect master. He made his way unnoticed by the throng of disciples, his presence simply ignored by all.
As the day continued, dreams were shared openly.
Ji Lingyun, sitting casually on a bamboo stool, made no effort to hide her long white legs that emerged from her black skirt, showing them to her disciples without a care. One hand lazily scratched her waist while the other tapped on a small blackboard hanging on the wall.
“As cultivators, regardless of whether good or evil, one must have a goal. With a goal, you can muster the determination to strive for the next level. Today, we will discuss dreams, demon child, you go first.”
“Reporting, Master!” the demon child called again, while others listened with bated breath, eager to hear the thoughts of their peers.
And so, the atmosphere was filled with stories of aspirations—some grand, some modest—but all showcasing the spirit of the Heavenly Demon Sect, driven by ambition and the desire to carve their names into history.
Ah! The ideals of Senior Brother are truly commendable. As a demon cultivator, he is exemplary.
“Jin Yao, come, tell Master about your dreams, will you?”
Another round of humorous responses continued as Ji Lingyun encouraged her disciples, creating a lively and spirited discourse filled with dreams and aspirations.
“While you dream, it would be wise to remain grounded and improve your skills. Next, Yin Chajie, it’s your turn.”
And so, the day continued, with laughter and motivational sparks flying through the air, each disciple finding their place in the grand tapestry of destiny that the Heavenly Demon Sect was weaving.