Sixty-four sects were born.

The vampire covered his face and said, “Alright, darling, Mommy can manage things for you all for a while… But if it goes on too long, Daddy will feel miserable too, you understand?”
Luo Yu retorted angrily, “Dad would never…” Halfway through, he paused and asked Qin Yue, “Will Dad really feel miserable?”
Qin Yue’s expression was wooden. “Probably, maybe.”
Luo Yu sighed. “Fine, you help us get everything back on track, and I’ll let you research the vaccine.”
The deal was struck as the sun set, and Luo Li had vanished somewhere to begin his cultivation. The group, bringing Grandpa along, returned to the palace.
A horde of monsters were running amok in the palace’s horse paddock. Qin Yue spread his divine sense and summoned them all back to the main hall.
These monsters saw numerous foundation-stage zombies tending flowers and grass throughout the palace, and their hearts filled with awe for their king: such unfathomable powers! To control so many undead, even Nascent Soul cultivators would struggle. At best, they could use magical treasures to restrain ghosts—like soul flags and the like. Though they could control thousands of fierce spirits, those were only let loose for battles and then reined in again, otherwise they risked backlash. To let them roam freely and obediently assist with chores—such a thing was unheard of.
Yet, they misunderstood this time. These zombies were bound by vampire genes and would never rebel; the fierce ghosts were caught in the underworld, at no cost. The vampire had devised a clever method to control them: first, use the ghost grass Luo Yu found in the underworld to clear a ghost’s mind, then tempt it with treats to sign a master-servant contract. Next, order that ghost to recruit other ghosts similarly. The vampire only made one contract, letting the ghosts themselves recruit subordinates, forming a pyramid of contracts. Once bound, the vampire left them be, focusing only on how to make them more useful.
Qin Yue sat with regal authority on the throne atop the dais and announced, “This is Mr. Lampes, a blood clan member from the West. From today, he will oversee your daily management. If there’s shortage or confusion, seek his counsel. If you object, feel free to challenge him.”
The vampire beamed, “Hi, everyone! I’m your interim instructor, replacing your superiors for a period of militarized training. Please believe we’ll get along splendidly!”
The monsters regarded this blond, blue-eyed foreigner with disdain: he didn’t seem like much, just another living corpse with some yin aura—how dangerous could he be? Still, the king had spoken, so they’d give him face and refrain from causing trouble. Today was a joyous occasion, a housewarming, after all! They’d promised to celebrate! But that beauty beside the king… sharing glances, close demeanor—certainly the king’s “special one.” Best not offend, must remember that.
After a brief introduction, a little fox demon at Qi Refining stage asked eagerly, “Your Majesty, is there a banquet tonight?”
Qin Yue glanced blankly at Luo Yu. Luo Yu was mortified: How did a foodie sneak in? But since everyone was moving in, a celebration was in order, wasn’t the plan to establish a sect?
Luo Yu declared, “Great! Since we’re founding a sect today, let’s have an inaugural banquet!”
He instructed Qinghuo and Su Heng to fetch several tables and set them up in the hall; then told the vampire to bring out piles of spirit wine, spirit dishes, and spirit fruit from the castle’s stores, filling every table to the brim. He even painfully allotted each person a flat peach—this was a day of festivity, a little generosity was proper.
As the spirit wine flowed and dishes appeared, aromas wafted for miles. The palace, full of exotic beasts, saw all the creatures nearby rush in to join the fun. They weren’t shy at all, leaping onto tables to steal food. The monsters didn’t treat them as outsiders; a few newly transformed little demons soon rolled around with them, vying for treats, turning the grand hall into a riot of ecstatic chaos. Squeals filled the air, no hint of dining etiquette.
Qin Yue’s face darkened, smoke nearly rising from his head: Are these subordinates or bandits?
Luo Yu was furious: Defecating on the throne was one thing, but now they were leaping onto tables to grab food! Every building must have a formation! Yes, from now on, important sect grounds must strictly prohibit outsiders!
Qin Yue didn’t want to dampen spirits, so held back his anger, only exchanged a meaningful glance with the vampire.
Grandpa alone was perfectly at ease, thinking it was just like the monster banquets in “Journey to the West”—actually quite amusing! Those little cubs rolling around were adorable!
Fortunately, some subordinates could read the mood. A foundation-stage wolf demon slammed the table with a thunderous crash, quieting the hall. Raising his cup, he declared with excitement, “Today is a day of joy for our sect’s founding—we toast the king!”
At his words, all the subordinates raised their cups: “We toast the king!” “May the king and consort be united and bear children soon!” “Idiot, the consort is a male!” “May the king soon form a Golden Core and lead us to meat and wine!”
Qin Yue drained his cup amid the chaotic well-wishes; the wolf demon, having already drained his own, continued, “Your Majesty, may I ask what name our sect shall bear?”
Qin Yue and Luo Yu exchanged a glance. “The sect’s nameplate remains blank—let’s all discuss together.”
A little wolf demon piped up, “Call it Meat-and-Wine Fortress! Auspicious name, we’ll have food and drink every day!” Another monster smacked him hard on the head: “Fool! All you think about is eating! I propose ‘Hero’s Stronghold.’”
Grandpa nodded approvingly nearby. Su Heng said, “That won’t do. Our sect surpasses the Nine Heavens in grandeur; the word ‘stronghold’ needs reconsideration.”
Qinghuo loyally agreed with Su Heng, “Our mountain gate is opulent and magnificent, truly the supreme treasure ground. One day, we’ll be the leader of all immortals. In my opinion, it should be called ‘Kuihua Palace.’”
Luo Yu was mortified: “Sunflower Manual? Might as well call it Chrysanthemum Manual! Are you trying to defy the heavens?”
The wolf demon who had proposed the toast’s eyes lit up, clapping, “Well said, Consort! How about ‘Defiant Heaven Palace’?”
Luo Yu was outraged: “Who are you calling consort? I’m a man!”
The wolf demon glanced helplessly at Qin Yue, who said, “Just call him ‘Master.’”
The wolf demon thought: What’s there to be shy about if you’re already partners… Don’t want to be called consort—can you possibly be on top of the king?
Of course he wouldn’t say that aloud, only continued, “Master’s suggestion—‘Defiant Heaven’—how does everyone feel?”
The monsters loved the name, showering it with praise. Grandpa asked, “Are those words perhaps a bit too bold?”
Tszya retorted, “Grandpa’s too conservative; a little boldness does no harm. Only such a name matches our sect’s grandeur!”
Su Heng said, “I too find the name fitting. Cultivators walk against the will of heaven—it’s well deserved.”
Luo Yu considered and found it rather good: the name was magnificent! And he’d coined it himself!
Seeing no further objections, Qin Yue said, “Since everyone likes it, why not be bolder? Let’s call it ‘Defiant Heaven Palace.’”
“Excellent!” “Palace, palace! The word ‘palace’ comes before ‘hall,’ so it’s even more prestigious! Your Majesty’s wisdom!”
Thus, after much discussion, “Defiant Heaven Palace” was born. Qin Yue led everyone to the mountain gate, conjured a blazing golden flame, and let it fall upon the jet-black plaque. Moments later, the fire returned to his palm. On the plaque now blazed three wild, bold characters: “Defiant Heaven Palace.”
The monsters cheered and celebrated, returning to their revelry until dawn.
Luo Yu’s family, having engraved the name, withdrew. With school starting tomorrow, Luo Yu left Qinghuo and Su Heng for the vampire’s use, and slipped home with Qin Yue under cover of night.
Back in their cozy nest, Luo Yu dove into bed and began to roll around.
Qin Yue frowned. “Not sleepy?”
Luo Yu ignored him, still rolling, muttering, “Eight robbers came today—what if they find our home, and take Dad and Grandpa hostage?”
Qin Yue climbed up, caught him, and hugged him tight, stopping the rolling. “Let Grandpa vacation inside the formation for now—he can come back when things quiet down. Uncle Luo goes to work with you, so there shouldn’t be any issues… I’ll set up a forbidden formation at school as well. As for me… I’ll wait in the shop myself and see who dares cause trouble.”
Luo Yu nodded, “Best to research the sunlight vaccine quickly, and let the vampire protect us… The vampire is so useful—why is there only one?”
Qin Yue’s face was wooden. “Am I useful?”
Luo Yu nodded, “You’re very useful too—best as a hugging pillow!”
Neither felt sleepy, so they took out the “Divine Tempering Manual” given by their uncle and began to study it. This technique didn’t excel at strengthening divine sense—it merely used ordinary exercises and medicinal aids to bolster it, ultimately making one’s divine sense only half again as strong as other cultivators in the same realm, far inferior to Luo Yu’s “Clear Mind Secret.”
However, the manual contained many practical techniques: “Soul Searching,” “Mind Control,” “Spirit Sealing,” “Forbidden Technique,” “Divided Mind,” and a potent attack called “Soul-Piercing Needle.”
Of these, Soul Searching was already familiar.
Mind Control used divine sense to control the minds of those at lower realms, similar to Qin Yue’s method when buying the pill furnace, but more effective and specialized.
Spirit Sealing could seal someone’s mind and memories, essentially placing a spiritual formation as a seal upon their soul.
Forbidden Technique was similar, but instead implanted a destructive spiritual formation into someone’s mind, with triggers set by the caster—such as “caster’s death” or “detecting malicious intent toward someone.” Once triggered, it would destroy the person’s mind, rendering them an idiot; more viciously, one could add Mind Control to force them to commit suicide.
Divided Mind was an advanced auxiliary spiritual technique, allowing one to split off a strand of divine sense for other uses, classic “multitasking.” The stronger one’s divine sense, the more strands could be separated. For example, attach a strand to a kite, and once it’s in the sky, you’ll know what’s happening around it. It required the caster’s divine sense to far exceed the average, lest it damage the core.
The final technique, Soul-Piercing Needle, was said to have been created by a predecessor surnamed Han. It condensed divine sense into a needle to attack an enemy’s mind. If the opponent was unguarded, at best they’d suffer excruciating headaches and falter; at worst, die instantly.
Reading this, Luo Yu immediately remembered the rabbit he’d killed before—Soul-Piercing Needle was its enhanced version.
These techniques were as easy as pie for Luo Yu; but Spirit Sealing and Forbidden Technique weren’t as handy for Qin Yue. After all, Luo Yu was a professional formation master, while Qin Yue could only memorize the methods mechanically, whereas Luo Yu could modify them endlessly. As a result, Luo Yu later devised several new forbidden techniques for him to learn.
The next day, Luo Yu and Dad went to school. On the way, Luo Yu felt Dad’s mood was off, and was quietly alarmed: Could it really be because the vampire isn’t around? Did I ruin their romance?
At school, Luo Yu found time to set up a forbidden formation, then attached a strand of Divided Mind to Dad: not to boast, but with magic forbidden, anyone below Golden Core—except Qin Yue himself—would be unlucky if they entered. One Soul-Piercing Needle would knock them down.
For the next week, the shop was crowded with both thieves and buyers—business and trouble both soared. Although the Celestial Court was gone, back when the major powers divided the world they’d agreed not to harm ordinary mortals. If things got out of hand, the senior elders would intervene.
These thieves didn’t dare cause chaos in the city; Qin Yue called them to deserted spots for negotiations. After meeting him, they seemed to vanish from the world, never seen again.
They came quietly to rob, and disappeared just as quietly. After more than ten days, people began to notice: Hey, didn’t so-and-so say they were going to rob “Dominant Artifact” for some spirit herbs—did they go or not? Why no news?
Someone replied: Heard from a buyer that several went to rob each day, all made appointments with the boss…
The gossipers soon realized: Why haven’t any of them returned?
Gradually, fewer dared to rob Dominant Artifact, until none at all. Yet the shop’s fame spread to every corner of the cultivation world.
On Guihua Lane in Qingning City stood an old, ordinary house. The willow tree out front was strange—it moved even when there was no wind. Locals delighted in the oddity: surely the tree was a spirit.
If only they could see through illusions, they’d find the house full of odd people, rushing in empty-handed, then coming out carrying things. As they passed the willow, its branches would be shaken wildly…
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