Joining the Taiqing Sect: Three Demands – He's Qin Changqing?
He’s Qin Changqing?
Everyone turned to stare, their faces alight with curiosity. They probed him with their divine senses, only to discover he was nothing more than a second-layer Qi Refining cultivator—an utter mediocrity with a low-grade spiritual root.
Someone like this could produce superior immortal seedlings? It was simply inconceivable!
Qin Changqing had grown used to such scrutiny. With his system in play, no matter how they poked and prodded, they’d never uncover a thing.
“Fellow Daoist Changqing,” Liu Qinghui said with a warm smile, “would you be willing to join our Taiqing Sect?”
Joining the Taiqing Sect meant submitting to their arrangements from then on—continuing to sire top-tier immortal seedlings, just under a new banner.
Both sides understood this perfectly well.
Qin Changqing cupped his hands. “This disciple is willing. However, I have a few requests. I hope the sect master and esteemed seniors can grant them.”
He’d chosen to play it safe before because his poor aptitude left little hope for cultivation. But now, with the system upgraded, he glimpsed a path to true power. He had no intention of remaining a puppet forever—he needed to plan for his future.
A mere Qi Refining cultivator daring to make demands? What arrogance!
Some elders sneered inwardly. They wouldn’t even let trash like him guard the gates.
Yet no one spoke up. A freak of nature like this was far too rare.
They all wanted to hear what conditions he’d propose.
Qin Changqing stepped forward, his voice ringing with confidence. “Esteemed seniors, I trust you’ve grasped the extent of my abilities by now. The five children you’ve seen all came from me. Beyond them, I have nineteen with earth-grade spiritual roots, fifty-two with supreme-grade roots, and three hundred ninety-eight with top-grade roots!”
The grand hall fell deathly silent.
The elders gaped at the unflinchingly eloquent Qin Changqing, glancing around in disbelief.
How many? Over four hundred immortal seedlings with top-grade roots or better?
Several elders instinctively turned to Guan Zilan, sending voice transmissions for confirmation. She affirmed each one without hesitation.
The crowd couldn’t help swallowing hard, their eyes gleaming with greed.
This guy didn’t just produce quality seedlings—he churned them out in droves!
Qin Changqing revealed this to showcase his value, securing the best deal possible.
“That’s right,” he continued, noting their shifting expressions with a faint smile. “The weakest of my children still have top-grade spiritual roots… Though producing them requires women who’ve absorbed spirit stones in advance, attuned to the corresponding talents. Top-grade needs fifty stones, supreme-grade one hundred fifty, earth-grade one thousand five hundred, heaven-grade fifteen thousand—and so on.”
Their gazes flickered, but no one objected.
Compared to the immortal seedlings gained, such spirit stone costs were a bargain!
“I’m sure the sect master and elders understand my ability’s importance better than I do,” Qin Changqing pressed on firmly. “Though my spiritual root is poor and my strength lacking, my children’s potential is limitless once they mature!”
“Thus, I ask that the Taiqing Sect grant me sufficient status and respect—not treat me like livestock to be penned up!”
The assembly watched with keen interest. This second-layer Qi Refining nobody faced a room of Nascent Soul powerhouses without flinching, boldly laying out demands. A true newborn calf, fearless of tigers!
Guan Zilan’s lips pressed thin, her eyes complex.
She worried he’d anger the sect master and elders, yet admired his poise and unyielding stance.
Some elders smirked mockingly.
These ancient monsters, with centuries or millennia of cultivation, had countless ways to bend minds and souls. Controlling a Qi Refining ant? Child’s play.
Even Liu Qinghui narrowed his eyes. He’d called him “fellow Daoist” out of deference to his children. Now that he was here, things were out of his hands. If he proved uncooperative, Liu wouldn’t hesitate to subjugate him—turn him into the sect’s immortal seedling puppet.
Qin Changqing read their faces and guessed their thoughts. He’d prepared for this. Calmly, he added, “Oh, I forgot to mention, esteemed seniors: I can control the talents of my children. This trait of mine isn’t something that triggers with mere coupling. Without my willing cooperation—or if my soul perishes—the child born might just be a mortal…”
Everyone’s expressions shifted subtly.
Straightening, Qin Changqing declared firmly, “I’m not threatening you, seniors. I know you have divine abilities to control my actions or thoughts… even seize my body. But none of that matters. No one knows this body better than I do. Please think carefully—don’t kill the golden goose. It benefits no one. I seek only respect, and my terms won’t harm the sect in the least. Grant them, and I’ll serve the sect with all I have!”
He spoke the truth. The system bound to his soul—if he were controlled, this body couldn’t produce spiritual roots.
The system wouldn’t acknowledge just anyone as host!
Seeing his unshakable confidence, the crowd frowned thoughtfully. Many abandoned their schemes.
As he’d said, killing the goose helped no one.
Such a heaven-defying, unprecedented ability—subjugate him, only to find no more seedlings? Regret would come too late.
Liu Qinghui pondered briefly, then nodded. “Very well. State your specific conditions.”
Qin Changqing exhaled in relief, raising three fingers slowly. “First: security. I want a quiet, secluded environment. Aside from producing heirs, leave me undisturbed.”
A reasonable ask. As long as he reliably sired spiritual root seedlings for the sect, no one would bother a Qi Refining nobody otherwise.
The crowd nodded slightly.
“Second: resources. I’ve outlined the costs for different talents—prepare the women accordingly beforehand. Beyond that, grant me core disciple cultivation resources.”
Just core disciple level? The kid’s ambitions weren’t that grand.
Qin Changqing went on. “Finally: my children. I want to watch them grow. Until they turn six and begin formal cultivation, let me enlighten them—teach them to read and write!”
This third demand was his real priority. The first two were likely givens; the sect would provide them anyway. But the third had clear intent.
Liu Qinghui and the elders exchanged voice transmissions.
“What say you all?”
“His demands aren’t excessive.”
“No objections, so long as he can produce heaven-grade roots.”
“The first two are fine… but this third condition…”