The spiritual peach tree can be exchanged for twenty-five reputation points.
Lu Ping was very interested in this item.
The spiritual peach tree ripens once every year, and the spiritual peach it produces is a spiritual treasure comparable to the Qi Lian Dan. Planting peach trees is much easier than farming.
The spiritual peach tree provided by the system is a high-yield spiritual tree. A spiritual peach tree can produce about sixty spiritual peaches, and one spiritual peach is worth three spiritual stones.
Three spiritual peach trees can produce more than 180 spiritual peaches in a year, with a total value of about 540 spiritual stones.
The peach tree is also easy to take care of. Once planted, it can grow there for decades, hundreds of years, or even longer, producing peach trees every year.
Now the sect is short of spiritual stones. If the spiritual peach tree is planted, over time, it can greatly increase the sect's income and help the sect tide over the difficulties.
Picking peach blossoms from spiritual peach trees and using them to make wine is also a good and profitable way to earn spiritual stones.
As an ancestor, Lu Ping would naturally not just watch the sect suffer. He should help the sect earn money.
Planting the Spirit Peach Tree is a source of income for the sect and can be redeemed, but Lu Ping thought about it, not now.
I only have fifty points of reputation, and gold is very expensive, so I have to use it sparingly.
It was still early, and the disciples had not yet voted on whether to sell the founding order or suspend the salary for three years. It was not too late to wait.
While Lu Ping was thinking, the surrounding discussions began to bear fruit.
Several disciples were the first to come out and stood on the left with serious faces. Their meaning was very clear. They chose to suspend their salaries for three years.
This move instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"Hey, since several senior brothers are willing to donate generously to the sect, how can I be embarrassed to speak against you."
"Three years are just a fleeting time for a monk."
Seeing someone taking the lead, several more disciples stood to the left.
"My salary isn't much, so I'll just stop it for three years."
As he spoke, he shook his head. He didn't know whether he was complaining about his low cultivation level, so he got a small salary, or he had chosen the left side in the first place.
Seeing that some disciples had made a choice and were willing to share the hardships for the sect, Lu Yuanshan showed some admiration in his eyes.
In fact, many disciples had already thought about it and were setting an example at this moment.
There are many disciples who stand on the right side and choose to sell the Founding Order. This will inevitably attract some strange looks, but that's all.
The sect has been in decline for more than ten years and has never been able to revive. All the disciples who could leave have left, switching to other sects and looking for another future.
Those who are willing to stay in the sect now either have low talent and cultivation and are looked down upon by the outside sect, or they have feelings for the Qingshan Sect and are unwilling to leave.
Everyone knows everything, but they can’t tell clearly.
The leader gives two choices. No matter which one you choose, you don't have to worry about offending the leader and sorry for the sect.
…
An hour passed quickly.
During this period, Lu Yuanshan went out, found Tang Zhixian, activated the sect-protecting formation, opened the mountain gate, and allowed Tang Zhixian to go down the mountain and leave.
Lu Changfeng stayed in the palace and did not see him off. No matter what you give, you are a bastard who eats the inside and outside, out of sight and out of mind.
At this moment, the voting in the palace has the final result.
Lu Yuanshan compared the number of people on the left and right and cleared his throat.
"The voting is over, and the results are obvious. I believe that with your efforts, the sect will swim against the current in the next three years and get through the difficulties soon."
A total of twenty-four disciples voted, sixteen on the left and eight on the right. Obviously, the party that chooses to suspend salary for three years wins.
The minority obeyed the majority, and the meeting ended.
Lu Yuanshan is still very satisfied with this voting result, which is in line with his wishes.
Prepare for the worst, and the worst case scenario is that the industrial investment will fail, the sect's economy will still not improve, and won't the Jianzong Order still be in hand?
If you really have no other way out then, just sell the Jianzong Order. The spirit stones exchanged can also replace the disciples' salary for three years, and the rewards are also available.
Of course, Lu Yuanshan did not want to see this day.
Most of the disciples were willing to donate generously to help the sect tide over the difficulties, and Lu Yuanshan was quite touched by this.
After all, unlike a family, family members can naturally help each other due to their blood relationship, and there is no need to talk about cohesion.
But Qingshan Sect is just a sect, not a family. Its disciples come from all over the world, so it is easy for them to be independent and only care about their own interests.
The good thing is that, aside from Tang Zhixian personally, most of the Qingshan Sect's disciples are still cohesive, which can be considered an unexpected surprise.
At the end of the meeting, Lu Yuanshan ordered the disciples to disperse.
The disciples left in an orderly manner, and the hall quickly became quiet.
Lu Yuanshan didn't stay long, looked at Lu Changfeng and Lu Zhiwei, and said.
"Second brother, little sister, although today's meeting ended successfully and the sect has a direction for the future, the sect is still a little tight in terms of funds."
"The sect is in a difficult situation now. We only have twenty-three spiritual stones in reserve. These spiritual stones will soon be used up."
"So in the next three years, your salary will also be stopped according to previous discussions. I hope you can understand."
"Brother, what are you saying? If the sect is in trouble, I will naturally be willing to help the sect. As for the salary, there is no harm in taking three years less."
Lu Changfeng gave up and looked indifferent. He also knows that the sect is in difficulty, and will help when it is time to do so, and will not stay alone. It's just that Tang Zhixian's departure made him feel unpredictable.
"I hear what you want."
Lu Zhiwei also responded.
She took out a silver-white spiritual sword and handed it to Lu Yuanshan: "This Zhaoyun sword should be regarded as my subsidy to the sect."
Seeing Lu Zhiwei's actions, Lu Yuanshan looked startled: "Little sister, what are you..."
Lu Changfeng on the side was also stunned and did not react. He did not understand what Lu Zhiwei was doing.
Before the two of them asked, Lu Zhiwei said: "Eldest brother, second brother, as you said, the sect is in a difficult situation now. There are not many spiritual stone reserves left. It is not easy for the sect's industry to make a profit and it needs capital turnover."
"This Zhaoyun Sword of mine is still idle in my hand. It is still worth about three hundred spirit stones. Why not sell it so that I can exchange it for spirit stones to subsidize the sect."
"Sell your spiritual weapons..."
When Lu Yuanshan heard this, he quickly refused: "This is absolutely impossible!"
Three hundred spiritual stones are not too much, but this spiritual weapon is the only second-level mid-grade spiritual weapon in Lu Zhiwei's hands. Once sold, Lu Zhiwei's combat power will be reduced by at least 30%, which is not worth the gain.
As an elder of the sect, the benefits the sect has given Lu Zhiwei over the years have been very low, and Lu Yuanshan has always felt sorry.
At this time, Lu Yuanshan was extremely resistant to selling off his younger sister's Zhaoyun Sword in exchange for spiritual stones to subsidize the sect.
"Yes, little sister, no matter how embarrassing the sect's situation is, we still have to find a way to solve it."
"This Zhaoyun Sword was a coming-of-age gift given to you by your father when you were in your crown years. You have always regarded it as a treasure, how can you sell it?"
Lu Changfeng tried to persuade him: "Little sister, you'd better keep it."
"Stop talking, I've made up my mind."
Seeing that his brother didn't agree, Lu Zhiwei deliberately showed a bit of displeasure.
"Now I have lost my Taoist heart, and I no longer have the desire to pursue the Tao. This Zhaoyun Sword will only be dimmed in dust in my hand. It is better to use it to supplement the sect."
"Little sister..."
Lu Yuanshan wanted to say something more to persuade Lu Zhiwei, but Lu Zhiwei quickly interrupted him.
"You don't need to persuade me anymore. If you don't accept it today, I will take it to the market and sell it in the future. The result will be the same!"
As soon as the voice fell, Lu Zhiwei said no more, forced the Zhaoyun Sword into Lu Yuanshan's hand, and left quickly.
Seeing this, Lu Yuanshan's hands holding the Zhaoyun Sword trembled slightly, and he only felt a soreness in his nose.
If the sect was not impoverished and in a difficult situation, who would be willing to sell their spiritual weapon? This is the only second-level spiritual weapon the sect has.
It's easy to sell it, but if you want to redeem it in the future, you may not be able to do so.
The two brothers opened their mouths, seeing the little sister's lonely figure walking away, and then thinking about how the little sister had become more autistic and haggard over the years, they couldn't help but feel worried.
The two brothers remained silent for a long time.
"That's fine."
Finally, Lu Changfeng broke the silence and sighed: "Brother, just let her go. This is also my little sister's kindness."
Lu Yuanshan nodded, carefully put away the Zhaoyun Sword, and after looking at each other with Lu Changfeng, the two brothers left the hall.
