Chapter 1824: Chapter 1823: Facing the Calamity Each According to Their Own Abilities

"But how should we confront this catastrophe?"

Qingtian stroked the beard on his chin, lost in thought.

After all, this is a matter of great significance and cannot be handled recklessly.

He immediately got up, circulating his spiritual energy, transforming into a white light and flying toward the teahouse.

"Ah, Sect Master."

The white light flew across the sky, and he began to recall matters concerning Sect Master Tingyu.

Tingyu was originally a talented young man who became a prodigy under the age of a thousand, joining the Qingyun Sect.

After entering the Qingyun Sect, Tingyu worked hard in cultivation, gradually rising from Outer Sect Disciple to Inner Sect Disciple, and eventually became the Elder Zhong Sect Leader’s final Direct Disciple.

Step by step, he finally became the Sect Master.

It can be said that this journey wasn’t easy for him.

He was originally a wise sect master, and everyone hoped that after he took over as Sect Master, he could change the Qingyun Sect’s atmosphere and rejuvenate it.

You should know that three thousand years ago, it was the Qingyun Sect that unified the Blackwater Secret Realm.

However, later on, the Qingyun Sect engaged in a three-thousand-year-long battle with the Devil Sect, and although the battle ended in the Qingyun Sect’s victory, the prolonged conflict led to the fall of the Qingyun Sect’s powerful figures one by one.

Naturally, wars consume Spirit Jade, and the three-thousand-year battle nearly depleted the Qingyun Sect’s Spirit Jade.

Eventually, the Qingyun Sect gradually split into the Eastern, Southern, Western, Northern, and Central Qingyun Sects.

Since the split, the Qingyun Sect’s prestige and status naturally declined due to its diminished strength.

No one knows when, but now the Qingyun Sect has become an inconspicuous sect.

But a centipede dies without stiffening, and the Qingyun Sect still retains a strong foundation.

Qingtian still remembers the ambitious and vigorous words spoken by Tingyu.

After many years, those words still echo in his heart, unintentionally inciting a surge of emotions.

It’s just a pity that after Tingyu became the new Sect Master, he quickly became acquainted with a Female Demon Head from the Devil Sect.

The story of Sect Master Tingyu and the Female Demon Head was unknown to him.

But he knew that ever since the Sect Master met this Female Demon Head, he gradually sank into a state of decline day by day.

Now he just stays in the Illusion Valley, in the tea pavilion of Wangxige, drinking every day, leading an extremely decadent life.

"No matter what, our Qingyun Sect is still the largest sect, and Tingyu is our Sect Master; we must let him know about this matter."

Qingtian quickly arrived at Wangxige.

Wangxige is a simple octagonal pavilion, above which white clouds swirl, and wafts of wine fragrance float from inside, intoxicating those who pass by.

In Wangxige, numerous female cultivators dance like fairy spirits.

Just as Qingtian stepped into Wangxige, he saw Tingyu sitting on a red carpet, leaning against a Blood-Red Pillar, holding a wine jug in his hand.

He drank while watching the mesmerizing dance, occasionally clapping and cheering.

Seeing Tingyu in such a state, Qingtian couldn’t help but sigh.

What exactly did the Female Demon Head do to the Sect Master to make him like this?

Qingtian approached Tingyu, then urgently said.

"Sect Master, the God Realm is trembling; something big is going to happen in the Blackwater Secret Realm."

Upon hearing this, Tingyu let out a bitter smile. For the past thousand years, he felt utterly powerless, his previous fighting spirit entirely gone.

He wanted to save the entire Blackwater Secret Realm and revitalize the Qingyun Sect, but unfortunately, he was willing but unable.

Now with the God Realm trembling, the Demon Path Sects would surely covet this land of the Blackwater Secret Realm.

It will inevitably lead to a massive catastrophe.

But even knowing the disaster is coming, what can be done?

Tingyu felt that he didn’t even have the strength to stand up.

Not to mention, strive diligently and pick up a sword to fight against the Devil Sect.

Thinking of his Red Cloud Sword, Tingyu sighed. That sword should be rusted by now.

He glanced at Qingtian and said in a low tone.

"With the God Realm trembling, the Devil Sect is bound to move; everyone must rely on their abilities to survive the catastrophe."

After speaking, his gaze once again turned to the dancers in the pavilion.

Upon hearing this, Qingtian couldn’t help but furrow his brow. How could everyone rely on their abilities to survive the catastrophe?

The Blackwater Secret Realm is vast, with many sects that don’t cultivate; they only engage in alchemy or weapon crafting.

Some sects only focus on growing Spirit Grass; how can they endure this catastrophe?

Qingtian quickly said.

"Please reconsider, Sect Master."

Tingyu, hearing this, frowned. This matter indeed requires careful consideration. Supporting himself with the Blood-Red Pillar, he stood up from the red carpet.

Then he raised his arm, clenched his fist, feeling no strength in it.

Looking at his pale fist, he let out a bitter smile.

"If so, summon the ten Elders here to discuss this important matter."

After saying that, he headed towards the top floor, the uppermost area being very quiet, seemingly isolated from the world, devoid of any noise.

After arriving at the teahouse, a woman in white immediately came up with a tray of tea.

"Sect Master, you haven’t been to the teahouse in eight hundred years."

The woman in white smiled and said.

"Is there something specific for which you came to the teahouse this time?"

The woman in white had a weathered face, appearing like a middle-aged woman.

Tingyu smiled and said.

"Godmother, how have you been lately?"

The family of the woman in white was killed by monsters, leaving her without support. Tingyu took pity on her and took her in.

He even recognized her as his godmother, assigning her to serve tea and wipe tables as simple chores.

Baiying smiled and said.

"Thanks to you, Godmother is doing well. However, I’m quite worried about you. I’ve heard you’ve been frequenting songhouses, listening to sad songs, and your favorite is the Soul Summoning Tune."

Thinking of this, a trace of concern appeared on Baiying’s face.

A man shouldn’t listen to such sad tunes; melancholy can sap one’s strength.

Baiying was also knowledgeable in medicine; as the ancient saying goes, grief diminishes energy, and Tingyu, consumed by sadness daily, naturally exhausted his spiritual energy. Once a person loses spiritual energy, how can they continue to cultivate?

Tingyu sighed upon hearing this, showing a distressed face.

"I can’t help it; I just like listening to those sad tunes. Godmother, the ten Elders will be here soon to discuss matters with me; please prepare the tea leaves."

With that, Tingyu lifted the teacup, uncovering the green jade lid, releasing wisps of aroma.

Smelling the aroma, Tingyu felt invigorated, his mood greatly improved.

In no time, ten elders appeared in the teahouse.

They each took their seats, displaying various demeanors.

One of the Elders was clad in a cyan robe, holding a Buddhist duster, with silver hair and extremely long silver-white eyebrows hanging down, exuding kindness and wisdom in his eyes.

This person was Qin Shan.

Another Elder seemed filled with anger, with eyes holding back fury, his entire face like a bun, obviously a quick-tempered person, lacking any Immortal aura.

This person was named Bao Po Tian.

The two were the most authoritative figures among the ten Elders.

Seeing the ten Elders gathered, Tingyu smiled and said.

"With the Divine Mirror trembling, something significant is bound to happen in the Blackwater Secret Realm. Elders, let’s discuss how we should face this catastrophe~"