Every time the disciples of Wushuang Sect laid eyes on the Palace of Sole Sovereignty Over the Four Seas and Eight Desolations, their reverence for Yun Jin only deepened. After months of such worship, their admiration had long since reached a near-fanatical level.
But in this moment, something felt different.
The Sect Master's residence looked almost unchanged on the outside, yet everyone sensed that it was no longer the same building as before.
A subtle bond had formed, an invisible thread tying them closer to Yun Jin.
The feeling was mysterious, hard to describe, yet clear at the same time. If they became stronger, their Sect Master would grow stronger as well. If their Sect Master rose in power, their own cultivation would become easier.
It was as if fate itself had linked their Luck together.
One flourishes, all flourish. One falls, all fall.
This realization electrified the disciples. Already Yun Jin's diehard followers, they now grew even more excited.
"Did you all feel that?"
"You sensed it too?"
"The Palace of Sole Sovereignty Over the Four Seas and Eight Desolations… it feels completely different!"
"I have this strange sense that if my cultivation grows, it can help the Sect Master."
"I felt the same!"
"The Sect Master has given us everything. To think there would be a day when we could give something back!"
"Then stop talking and get cultivating. No one is allowed to slack off!"
"Of course. But just now, the bottleneck I'd been stuck on suddenly became clear. It must be the Sect Master's gift to us."
"I feel it too. Maybe all of this is because we share in her blessing."
"There's no other way to repay the Sect Master but by training to the death!"
The group of disciples spoke in awe, their eyes burning with fervor as they gazed at the Sect Master's residence.
Yun Jin might only be in the Unity realm, far from the strongest existence in this world. Yet to the disciples of Wushuang Sect, as long as she commanded it, they would dare to charge even against immortals.
She had changed their destinies, and to them she was no longer just a leader but a figure of faith.
Qin Ping too felt the subtle shift. His lips curled into a faint smile.
The unity of Wushuang Sect had always been strong, but now every disciple had been woven into a single body of Luck. Betrayal was no longer a concern.
From this moment forward, Yun Jin and her sect would only strengthen each other in a cycle of endless growth.
On the mountain peak, the sword spirit who ceaselessly danced with her blade suddenly paused. Her empty gaze flickered in the direction of the Sect Master's residence. The next instant, she resumed her sword dance, her movements infused with a new liveliness.
In the spiritual fields, the spirit plants swayed gently, their green hues deepening. Ye Cheng watched them with a soft gaze. His master had taken another mysterious step forward, and even the plants basked in her grace.
"The best decision of my life," Ma Hongyu sighed at his side, "was sending you to the Sect Master."
Thinking back, a trace of fear lingered in his heart. How narrow the line had been between salvation and ruin. Had Yun Jin not persuaded him to gamble everything for Ye Cheng's sake, both master and disciple might already have met a miserable end.
There would be no life like today's.
Ye Cheng nodded, solemn. Without Yun Jin, he would likely be a corpse by now.
Inside the disciples' quarters, Su Lingling peeked curiously through her window toward the Sect Master's residence.
"Hehe, Master has made another big move."
She felt deep down that after this change, she too would be able to help her master in some way. Su Lingling broke into a bright, sweet smile. That was the best thing she could have wished for.
In another room, Gao Jingxuan opened his eyes and smiled faintly.
"Master was becoming more and more unfathomable."
If his cultivation growth could aid her, then he must train with greater urgency. With his own strength and his gift for teaching, he would surely nurture the next generation of talents even faster. Closing his eyes, Gao Jingxuan returned to cultivation at once.
Every living being within Wushuang Sect felt the shift.
The only ones with more complicated feelings were Tian Po Sword and his companions.
"The Young Master's abilities truly grow more mysterious by the day," muttered An Tong.
"Indeed," Tian Po Sword said with quiet pride. "The future of Wushuang Sect will surely surpass even the brilliance of a thousand years ago."
No, it would be more than revival. With the Young Master present, the sect's future would exceed all past peaks and transform it into a true giant.
"This is good," rumbled the lava dragon. "If our old master can see from beyond, he must feel comforted."
Tian Po Sword nodded. It was indeed a good thing, though he could not help but feel a pang of sorrow.
The Wushuang Sect of old could never return. What would rise again would be a new Wushuang Sect, carrying the legacy of its founders forward into a brighter future.
And speaking of legacy…
Tian Po Sword suddenly remembered. The Wandao Saint was said to master all paths, but his most famed secret art was the Yin-Yang Codex, a true Heaven-rank technique.
For countless years, none besides the Saint himself had ever managed to grasp it. But the Young Master was a peerless genius. For her, stepping into its threshold would surely be no obstacle.
She had once mentioned wanting to cultivate it, though pressing matters had delayed her.
Tian Po Sword silently vowed that the next time he saw the Young Master, he would remind her. If she could cultivate this art, then their master's will would live on through her.
That was his small, unshakable obsession.
At this time, Yun Jin was still inspecting the changes brought by her Tier Three Sect Master's Residence.
Even she was stunned.
She had never imagined that upgrading it to the third tier would cause such earth-shaking changes. Her system panel now displayed detailed profiles of every single disciple of Wushuang Sect—their talent, progress, strengths, and hidden potential—all laid bare before her eyes.
The most shocking part was this:
From Tier Three onward, the stronger the sect as a whole, the greater the personal boost she received. And with further upgrades, the percentage of that boost would only increase.
At the same time, the stronger she became, the more her disciples would benefit in return. Their innate talents themselves would begin to rise.
They had truly become a shared community of destiny.
Already, her own strength had skyrocketed from the newfound augmentation. Yun Jin reckoned that defeating a late Mahayana cultivator would now be within reach. If one day the sect weakened, she would lose the bonus, but her base strength would remain intact.
As for disciples leaving the sect, the consequences would be severe. They would forfeit all benefits gained from the residence, even having their related memories erased, stripped of every blessing in an instant.
But with such a Sect Master's residence binding them, betrayal among Wushuang Sect's disciples was virtually impossible.
Ordinary disciples already provided her with a steady enhancement, and the higher the residence level rose, the greater the return.
But her personal disciples… they were something else entirely.