Yang Hong had assigned the most challenging tasks to the four Disciples of the Soul Transformation realm.
Within the assignments, Yang Hong stipulated that any disciple could consult the four **Chuán Gōng** disciples if they had questions.
Indeed, Ke Ji Mei and the others referred to themselves as **Chuán Gōng** Elders, but Yang Hong had definitively labeled them as **Chuán Gōng** Disciples.
Furthermore, Yang Hong demanded that they must provide answers and teach other disciples all the questions and knowledge they inquired about, or they would face point deductions.
As for matters they themselves did not understand, they could approach Yang Hong. However, Yang Hong would merely send them away with a "Spiritual Illumination Transmission of Dharma" each time.
This was not because Yang Hong was lazy, but rather to maximize the cultivation enthusiasm of disciples across all cultivation levels.
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"Today, we need to water the first-grade spirit herb, Golden Light Rice. The spirit water used to irrigate the Golden Light Rice must contain a trace of golden attribute spirit energy. Otherwise, the Golden Light Rice will grow slowly. Do not irrigate with fire-attribute water, or the Golden Light Rice will wither."
Gu Bo Ji stood up from his cultivation bed, murmuring the instructions as he found his washing tools and began to tidy himself up. He then hurried to the public mess hall.
"Two bowls of spirit rice porridge, one spirit noodle bun."
"Father~ Today we have spirit poultry eggs. Would you like one?"
The window Gu Bo Ji went to for food was managed by his son, Gu Fu An. Gu Fu An would usually inform him about any good items available.
"Then, I'll take one less bowl of spirit rice porridge and have one spirit poultry egg instead."
Gu Bo Ji's eyes lit up, and he immediately changed his order. Disciples of Qing Feng Villa were entitled to three portions of food per meal. Additional portions could be obtained using spirit stones or points.
Naturally, these foods varied in quality, and one's access to them depended on their relationships and luck.
"Fu An, your cultivation is a bit slow. You're still only at the second layer of Qi Condensation. If you don't work harder, you might lose this job of serving food in the mess hall."
"Father, I am already working very hard. But my cultivation speed always lags behind. I plan to consult Senior Sister Ke after breakfast. Perhaps I can achieve enlightenment."
"Senior Sister Ke is a bit of a trickster. You should find Senior Brother Liu. Senior Brother Liu has the most patience."
"Yes, I will go find Senior Brother Liu later."
After a brief exchange, father and son parted ways as more people arrived to get their meals.
After breakfast, Gu Bo Ji circulated his movement technique and ran thirty li to his assigned spirit field to tend to the Golden Light Rice.
His cultivation was only at the third layer of Qi Condensation, so he could only manage three plots of spirit rice, totaling just 150 stalks.
However, these 150 stalks of Golden Light Rice demanded a majority of his energy.
"Golden Armor Art~"
He first fetched two buckets of water from the small river near the spirit field. Then, he cast a gold-attribute spell on the water. After the river water acquired some spirit energy, he carefully used a wooden ladle to water the Golden Light Rice.
Moreover, because the golden attribute spirit energy contained in the Golden Armor Art was not high, he had to water it at least three times to meet the Golden Light Rice's daily growth needs.
By the time he finished the day's watering task, the sun was already high in the sky. Only then could Gu Bo Ji stop and rest for a while.
However, his rest was not purely idle. He took out a book purchased from the sect's shop and began to read it softly.
"The Master said: Is it not a pleasure to learn and practice what you have learned?
The Master said..."
As a former emperor, Gu Bo Ji had read many books. But this book, "The Analects," was truly profound and extensive. Each time he read it, he gained new insights and found it increasingly appealing. He had now developed the good habit of reciting it daily.
Perhaps passion is the best teacher. While reading, Gu Bo Ji's true qi began to gently stir. Although the circulation route remained the "Five Elements Perfect Circle Art," his true qi had acquired a hint of righteous and majestic aura.
And Gu Bo Ji was merely a microcosm of the disciples of Qing Feng Villa; all disciples were diligently cultivating.
Meanwhile, Yang Hong, in an attempt to deduce a Confucian cultivation method, had transported all the Confucian classics he remembered from Blue Star and had them printed into books.
Now, almost every disciple of Qing Feng Villa had a book in hand, reading and studying.
Some truly gained insights and improved their cultivation speed, but more were either stubborn, pretended to understand what they didn't, or forced themselves to read.
Perhaps some did it for show.
Regardless, the Confucian classics of Da Xia became popular in Qing Feng Villa, and several disciples began to show some changes.
"Next, I will transport all the poetry and songs of Da Xia here."
With his next plan in mind, Yang Hong flew over Gu Bo Ji's head, heading towards Ze Xia Peak, where the Golden Winged Thunder Eagles resided.
After four years of development, Ze Xia Peak had become much livelier. Jin Jia Lin was a ruthless eagle. All bird-type demonic beasts and demon races that approached within an 8100-li radius of Qing Feng Villa had been subdued, captured, and made slaves or breeding partners.
"Chirp chirp~ Caw caw~~"
As soon as he approached Ze Xia Peak, the bird calls became deafeningly loud.
Yang Hong simply did not enter and instead retreated a distance before shouting:
"Jin Jia Lin, come out and see me."
"Come see me~~"
"See me~~"
The enormous echo reverberated through the forest, causing many weaker birds to be dazed and fall to the ground.
"Sect Master, please calm your anger~ Villa Master, please calm your anger, little bird is here~ here~"
A massive Golden Winged Thunder Eagle flew out from the mountain, expanding to its full size. In just three breaths, it reached Yang Hong. A trail of blood splattered behind him.
He had crashed through and killed many birds and beasts in his haste to arrive.
Upon reaching Yang Hong, he quickly retracted his wings and obediently stood on the ground. He dared not let Yang Hong look up at him.
"Villa Master, please temporarily quell your thunderous wrath. Whatever orders you have, please issue them."
Jin Jia Lin said cautiously, not daring to breathe heavily.
"How many birds are there on this Ze Xia Peak of yours?"
"Ah, this? The exact number, this little one has not tallied. There is still only this little one at the seventh tier. There are 188 at the sixth-tier Demon King realm, 391 at the fifth-tier Great Demon level, 1728 at the fourth-tier Lesser Demon realm. The birds below the fourth tier have not been counted, but there should be over 300,000."
"..."
Yang Hong looked helpless. His Qing Feng Villa was clearly a human sect, but now there were more demonic beasts than humans. What would outsiders think if they saw this?
"Your numbers are growing too fast! In just four years, you could easily obliterate a human sect of the sixth-grade with your strength."
"I dare not, I dare not! This little bird absolutely has no ill intentions, nor would I dare to destroy a human sect. This little bird will immediately order all birds within Ze Xia Peak not to harm humans. If humans try to kill them, they can only flee and not retaliate."
Jin Jia Lin inwardly cursed the birds in the mountains for not wiping their mouths after stealing food, which had been discovered by the Villa Master.
"Stop playing coy. Pass down my order: if I find any bird demon eating people again, I will destroy all the birds on Ze Xia Peak."
"Yes, yes, yes~ Villa Master, rest assured. If any bird dares to steal and eat people, you won't even need to speak. I will personally butcher them."
Jin Jia Lin nodded his massive bird head, creating a gust of wind that swept up trees from the ground and sent them flying into the sky.
"Alright.
Next, select 30 fifth-tier Great Demons and prepare to have them contract with my disciples to become their mounts, in preparation for the upcoming patrols."
"Villa Master, rest assured. I will definitely select the most outstanding birds, the most loyal and obedient birds."
As Jin Jia Lin spoke, he raised his massive bird head and looked at Yang Hong with anticipation. He also wished to become Yang Hong's mount.