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Chapter 1535 - 1528: The Wuyun Sect Tour

Chapter 1535: Chapter 1528: The Wuyun Sect Tour

After dinner, it was almost midnight, and there was nothing to do in the evening, so the two of them just had to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Feng, as usual, slept in her clothes with a sword in her arms, not to guard against Cheng Ziang, but to be ready to react to any danger at any time. Even in sleep, she maintained considerable vigilance, and any slight disturbance around her could wake her up.

With Feng’s protection, Cheng Ziang, though somewhat uneasy, still accepted it. In fact, he had considered having Liseya stand guard, but worried that she might overreact and cause some unnecessary trouble.

It’s worth noting that Liseya had been killing for hundreds of years, and in her eyes, everyone except Cheng Ziang’s direct descendants was not considered human, but merely targets.

After resting for a night, the two woke up early the next day. An outer disciple of the Wuyun Sect brought them a basin and food, and after a brief wash, they had breakfast and finally put on their masks and left the room.

Today was a clear day with exceptionally high visibility. Cheng Ziang finally had the chance to observe the surroundings. This was a complex of buildings situated in the mountains, tall and majestic, primarily in dark colors. To Cheng Ziang’s surprise, these buildings were made of a mix of brick and wood. The outer walls were generally constructed of stone bricks, while only the upper parts like roof beams were made of wood.

The Wuyun Sect had carved out several platforms in the mountains, with foundations made of boulders and covered with flat stone flooring. At this time, during the morning break, the outer disciples of the Wuyun Sect were practicing on the platforms, and the shouting and killing were deafening, reminiscent of living near a middle school.

On both sides of the Sect were towering stone walls and endless trees. The mountain stream flowed down from upstream, passing through man-made channels, flowing through the Wuyun Sect’s buildings and plazas to downstream, eventually joining the river below.

Although the air was quite fresh, it was relatively humid, but Cheng Ziang noticed that there were no obvious traces of moss on these buildings, suggesting that they were not built very long ago.

Considering Dongliang Yu’s age, Cheng Ziang estimated that the entire Wuyun Sect’s complex was built no more than five years ago.

Despite being ancient architecture, one could see many forward-thinking designs. For instance, the drainage system of the whole complex was impeccably designed so that both rainwater and the mountain stream that flowed through the buildings were channeled into the downstream through man-made ditches.

In some ways, this made the whole Sect relatively dry and devoid of that clammy humidity, which was probably why there wasn’t much moss on the buildings.

What benefits did this have? One clear benefit was the reduction of mosquito breeding. Mosquitoes need stagnant water in lakes and ponds to lay eggs and hatch, but the design of the Wuyun Sect’s buildings avoided water stagnation, which also meant mosquitoes couldn’t survive there.

It was evident that the overall design of the Wuyun Sect’s buildings was not done haphazardly but under the guidance of professionals in architectural design, most likely scholars.

While Cheng Ziang was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a greeting. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Elder Pojun of the Wuyun Sect standing in front of him, greeting them with a fist-wrapped hand.

"Elder Pojun, how are you feeling?" Cheng Ziang asked with concern.

"Thanks to the Manor Lord, I am much better," Pojun said, but his gaze kept involuntarily moving towards Feng.

"White Tiger always hits too hard; I apologize on her behalf," Cheng Ziang noticed his gaze and discreetly stepped in front of Feng, saying respectfully.

"No, no, no, I should be thanking her. If she hadn’t shown mercy, I probably would have died on the spot," Pojun waved his hand and said.

"So..." Cheng Ziang looked around, asking hesitantly.

"Oh," Pojun suddenly remembered something, then said with a fist-wrapped hand, "By the Sect Master’s command, I am here to attend to you both. The Sect Master is held up with some matters and will come by later."

"Then we are in your care, Elder Pojun," Cheng Ziang said politely.

"There’s no need for formalities, Manor Lord. Please feel free to walk around; I will be at your side, ready to take your commands," Pojun said, consciously stepping aside to make way and standing next to Cheng Ziang.

Cheng Ziang didn’t hesitate, walking to the railing of the platform and looking down at the outer disciples who were practicing below.

He roughly estimated, but discovered an astonishing fact: there might be more than just over a hundred disciples in the Wuyun Sect; over a hundred was just the regular deployment number.

In fact, based on Cheng Ziang’s observations, counting both the odd-job workers and the training disciples, the Wuyun Sect conservatively has at least about three hundred people. This is by no means a small number, not to mention the inner disciples are not included.

Maintaining such a large number of people obviously requires substantial financial resources. From this, it can be seen that the Wuyun Sect is definitely not the mediocre sect it was imagined to be.

"I didn’t expect the Wuyun Sect to have so many outer disciples. It really is beyond expectation," Cheng Ziang said, shaking his head in astonishment.

"Manor Lord flatters us, this is just a trifle. You know, for sects in Kyushu, the outer disciples start by the thousands," Pojun explained on the side.

"With so many people, eating and drinking daily must cost a lot, right?" Cheng Ziang continued to ask.

"Uh..." Perhaps Cheng Ziang’s question was too mundane, such that Pojun didn’t know whether to scoff or explain first.

"Oh, sorry, I’m a bit vulgar, always thinking about how much money it costs to support people when the topic comes up. It’s an old habit, please forgive me, my father often says I’d be better suited for business," Cheng Ziang made up casually.

"It doesn’t matter, it’s actually a practical issue," Pojun smiled understandingly, and after pondering for a moment, he couldn’t help but explain, "Actually, for a sect, the expenses of the outer disciples are not as high as imagined."

"Oh, how so?" Cheng Ziang raised his eyebrows, unable to restrain from asking further.

"For a sect, the major expenses are actually from the inner disciples. On average, the expenses required for an inner disciple are about thirty to forty times those of an outer disciple," Pojun said.

"That much?" Cheng Ziang was shocked.

Actually, it was a facade, to prevent Pojun from regaining his composure and to keep spilling more information.

Because Pojun’s words actually also revealed the number of inner disciples in the Wuyun Sect. The range of thirty to forty is not fixed and was deduced by Pojun based on the actual situation of his sect.

In other words, by reversing the scenario described by Pojun, one could conclude that the Wuyun Sect, with more than three hundred people, should have at least about ten inner disciples, that is, cultivators.

Of course, this calculation was definitely flawed, so Cheng Ziang treated it merely as a reference, not an exact figure.

"The Wuyun Sect has been established for quite some time, hasn’t it?" Surprised, Cheng Ziang then asked another question that had been troubling him.

"Oh, the Wuyun Sect was established about eight or nine years ago, founded by Sect Master Dongliang," Pojun replied.

"When did you join the Wuyun Sect?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"About five years ago," Pojun thought before answering.

"When you joined the sect, these beautiful buildings were still under construction, right?" Cheng Ziang said, looking up at the tall building complexes.

"Do you like these buildings, Manor Lord?" Pojun did not answer immediately but instead asked in return.

"Of course, after all, these buildings are indeed very beautiful and completely different from the architecture in our hometown," Cheng Ziang expressed appreciatively.

"If the Manor Lord likes them, I would be willing to accompany the Manor Lord for more walks," Pojun said with a smile.

"With such a large scale, it must have taken a lot of time to build, right?" Cheng Ziang asked casually.

"I’m not too sure about that," Pojun paused and shook his head, "When I came to the Wuyun Sect, it was already like this here."

"Is that so? Then you are really fortunate," Cheng Ziang commented.

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