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Journey through the world of immortal cultivation to become an elder, the opening to obtain a pair of immortal master heavenly eyes, one look will be able to see through the countless disciples qualifications and defects; accepted disciples of the holy order qualification disciples, to obtain 10,000 times the return of the physical body, disciples cultivation the stronger I am. Since then, Zhang Yun has opened a way to accept disciples and cultivate disciples .......
 "You cultivate your disciples' cultivation as a breakthrough from the Qi Refining Stage, achieving a hundred times the return of the physical body, you break through to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage!"
 "You cultivate your disciple's cultivation as a breakthrough from the Foundation Establishing Stage, achieve a thousandfold increase in body mass, and break through to the peak of the Jindan Stage!
 "You cultivate your disciple's cultivation to the point of breaking through from the Jindan Stage and receive ten thousand times the return, and you break through to the peak of the YuanYing Stage!"

10,000x Cultivation: I Gain Power by Adopting Training Acolytes

Dawn fractured through the forest canopy, gilding tendrils of morning mist that clung to ancient oaks like spectral fingers. Zhang Yun emerged from the hollowed tree trunk, his calloused fingers tightening around the iridescent crystal mirror. The artifact—plundered from the South Mountain Sect Elder's cooling corpse—pulsed with three crimson dots crawling across its surface like blood-fed beetles.

"Move out." His baritone sliced through the forest's breath. Behind him, Xu Ming's sword hissed in its scabbard as the youth adjusted his vambraces. Wu Xiaopang cracked his knuckles with a sound like snapping twigs, while Huang Laodao's yellowed nails worried at his beard.

Living souls, Zhang Yun mused, thumb tracing the mirror's frost-rimmed edge. Not his disciples, yet the scarlet markers danced with tantalizing urgency. Memories surfaced—the twin mirror tracking them days prior, its malignant glow seared into his retinas.

They carved through the undergrowth in lethal silence. Xu Ming's blade parted a spiderwolf's throat with a wet whisper, black ichor spraying across fern fronds. Wu Xiaopang's boot crushed a serpentvine's skull, releasing a burst of腐臭 musk that made Huang Laodao gag.

Zhang Yun raised a closed fist. Through parting maple leaves, vermilion robes billowed in a sun-dappled clearing below. The Spiritual Immortal Sect's Grand Elder moved with viperine grace, his sword severing a crystalline mantis' head. Two juniors flanked him, their defensive patterns too perfect, too rehearsed.

"Surveillance," Zhang Yun spat, the word bitter as nightshade berries. The mirror bit into his palm. Was the South Mountain Elder tracking our own leadership? Plotting ambush coordinates?

Huang Laodao's breath—reeking of pickled plums—stirred his collar. "Young Master, shouldn't we greet your..."

A muscle leapt in Zhang Yun's jaw. "No." The refusal carried winter's finality. Memories flashed: poison burning through meridians during closed-door cultivation, Meng Zhong's framed corpse staring with clouded eyes. His gaze locked on the Grand Elder's sash where a jade toad pendant grinned mockingly.

He pivoted abruptly, sending the scavenger stumbling. "Huang. Southcloud City. Now."

The old man's spine curved like a bowstring. "This lowly one—"

"Watch the Lin Clan." Zhang Yun's voice brooked no dissent. "Any movement regarding their... losses..."

Huang Laodao's forehead nearly kissed the loam. "Your eyes and ears, Young Master!" As the wizened figure melted into shadows, Xu Ming shifted—a barely perceptible tightening around his sword hilt.

Zhang Yun sheathed the mirror with a decisive click. "Vipers don't announce their strikes."

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