Zhou Qiankun can understand this.
But, is it really right to sacrifice the future of so many people for the development of the sect?
Seeing Zhou Qiankun's doubts, Elder Huang Juan said: "The development of the sect is destined to sacrifice many people. They just plant elixirs in the sect for a lifetime, and at least they can spend their old age peacefully."
Elder Huang Juan looked sad.
"However, there are still many people who are fighting outside for the sake of the sect, and even the bones cannot be recovered in the end. They are wronged, wouldn't those who died be wronged? Have you ever thought about it, if there were not these mandatory rules, everyone would be wronged. People perform their duties, and in the end the building collapses, and those people don’t even have a chance to complain.”
This sentence made Zhou Qiankun unable to refute.
Indeed, the existence of Taixuan Sect to this day is indispensable for those talented people fighting to the death outside.
Considering the interests of the sect, the value of cultivating geniuses is much greater than cultivating mediocrity.
Zhou Qiankun was still a little puzzled, and asked: "Why can't we change the number of elixirs handed in to 50 like the Jade Sword Sect? Wouldn't it be better if this increases everyone's enthusiasm?"
"Tai Xuan Sect is just a new first-rate force, and its foundation is not as good as that of Jade Sword Sect. The reserve of elixir seeds does not allow Tai Xuan Sect to squander it like that."
Elder Huang Juan waved her hand, a little impatient with Zhou Qiankun's questions.
Although Zhou Qiankun understood the sect's good intentions, he always felt that this was too unfair to those low-grade spiritual disciples.
Those disciples worked hard and wasted their cultivation to cultivate elixirs, but in the end, not much of it fell on themselves, and it was all given to those geniuses with middle-grade and high-grade spiritual roots. It is hard not to make people angry.
If Taixuanmen falls one day, they probably won't feel a trace of sadness, and it would be nice if the whole world doesn't celebrate.
Zhou Qiankun suddenly discovered that the class divisions in Taixuan Sect were too obvious and very fragmented.
For the sect, the purpose of recruiting low-grade spiritual roots is just that they are of some use.
But he can't change all this now, he can only improve his strength first.
When leaving the elixir garden, Zhou Qiankun glanced at the elixir garden.
The sect’s truly precious elixirs were planted there, including the wild leaf grass.
However, disciples like him have no chance to enter the elixir garden. Only those selected by the sect who have extremely high attainments in the cultivation of elixirs can enter the elixir garden.
He understood that if he wanted to get the Wild Leaf Grass, he could only show his super talent for growing elixirs and get the attention of the sect. Only then could he be exposed to the cultivation of Wild Leaf Grass.
Back at Chenhuang Residence, Old Ghost Fang was standing outside the door waiting, which shocked Zhou Qiankun.
Zhou Qiankun was secretly worried. This old ghost Fang came here not because he gave him the middle finger in the Taixuan Secret Realm and called him old ghost Fang, so he came to Qiuhou to settle the score.
Zhou Qiankun looked at Old Ghost Fang with a guilty conscience and said sarcastically: "Elder Fang, what are you doing?"
However, Fang Laogui ignored his words and asked him angrily: "Have you accepted the task of planting elixirs?"
Zhou Qiankun couldn't help but complain, how could this old ghost Fang be so well-informed?
"Yes, the disciple has indeed accepted the task of planting the elixir."
He admitted that there was nothing to hide.
After saying this, Old Ghost Fang's face became even more angry.
His eyes were full of disappointment and worry.
Seeing the confusion on Zhou Qiankun's face, he sighed and his anger slowly dissipated.
"Is it because you are number one but no elder accepts you as a disciple, and you see those middle-grade and high-grade spiritual root disciples being favored by other elders, so you feel unbalanced and choose to give up on yourself?"
He looked at Old Ghost Fang speechlessly, not knowing how to answer.
He didn't expect that in the eyes of Fang Laogui, his plan turned out to be self-destruction?
Then he smiled. After learning that growing elixirs was a big pitfall, he didn't blame him for thinking so.
However, the presence of Shenxi Cemetery was a trap for others, but it was an opportunity for Zhou Qiankun.
Zhou Qiankun cupped his hands and said, "Elder Fang misunderstood. This disciple really just wants to plant elixirs and contribute to the sect."
Elder Fang looked at the calmness on Zhou Qiankun's face and saw his completely non-serious attitude. He was so angry that he cursed: "You are not doing your job properly. Do you know how much energy it takes to grow elixirs? Do you still have the mind to practice by then? You Do you know how many disciples have neglected their practice and wasted their time because of this?"
Seeing Zhou Qiankun's indifferent expression, Elder Fang became even more angry.
For him, who had pinned his hopes on Zhou Qiankun to step into the divine palace, this was simply ridiculous.
He hated the fact that iron cannot be transformed into steel, and he tried to persuade people with sincerity: "Dignity cannot be obtained by begging, but by fighting for it with strength."
"I know you are not willing to give in, but remember, starting from today, focus on cultivation and don't do those ridiculous things. Improving your strength is the last word. As long as your strength is enough, the sect will naturally tilt its resources to you."
Zhou Qiankun felt a little moved when he saw Old Ghost Fang caring about his younger generation as if he were an elder.
However, he also had his own plans and could only hide this feeling in his heart.
"Thank you, Elder Fang, for your warning. I will keep it in mind, but I still have to plant this elixir."
Zhou Qiankun was determined to plant the elixir.
As for showing off your talent and letting the sect think highly of you?
What he saw and heard today made him feel an inexplicable alienation from the sect.
If he had a high-grade spiritual root, the sect might still cultivate him as before.
But now that I only have low-grade spiritual roots, even if I show my natural talents, I will probably just serve as a stepping stone for those geniuses.
Zhou Qiankun suddenly understood that Taixuanmen also had a side that he had not seen.
"Zhou Qiankun, you are giving up on yourself!"
Zhou Qiankun insisted on having his own way, and Elder Fang was so angry that he raised his hand and wanted to slap him, hoping to wake him up.
He just raised his hand and looked at Zhou Qiankun's frightened, surprised and puzzled eyes, and he suddenly woke up.
I had just met him by chance, so what qualifications did I have to interfere with his ways?
He froze in place, his raised hand unable to fall down.
Elder Fang's hand hung in mid-air, as if time had stopped.
He fell into deep thought, and his inner conflicts and confusions were constantly intertwined.
Zhou Qiankun looked at Elder Fang's expression, and his doubts deepened.
His concern and advice for him filled Zhou Qiankun's heart with gratitude, but at the same time, he also felt that Elder Fang's attitude was a bit strange.
He cared a little too much about himself.
Elder Fang finally put down his hand and smiled bitterly. He took a deep breath and said with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "I crossed the line and put all my vain hopes on you, but ignored whether you were willing to bear it. "
Old ghost Fang sighed, and finally left in despair.
