While the Eternal Sect’s overall strength was improving, the development of the Eternal Realm hadn’t stagnated either.
Through the efforts of various clans, the once desolate dimensional plane had taken on a completely new appearance. Everywhere were medicinal herbs radiating heaven and earth attributes, everywhere were magnificently scaled buildings. It could be called full of vitality and thriving prosperity.
Jun Changxiao also began considering how to develop further.
“What’s this?”
The system said, “Is Host planning to transition from sect flow to dimensional plane flow?”
“The Eternal Realm and Eternal Sect are closely connected. Any improvement on either side will boost the other, so naturally I cannot slack off,” Jun Changxiao said.
“…”
The system was at a loss for words.
“Besides.” Jun Changxiao said, “When I have a son, won’t I need to leave him a legacy?”
Because of Gu Zhaoxi’s situation, Dog Sheng was somewhat stimulated.
Since he himself didn’t have the ability to be reborn into privilege, he could only seek benefits for his descendants.
Simply put.
If I can’t be a second-generation elite, then I’ll let my son be one.
The requirements weren’t high—just born as Young Sect Master of the Eternal Sect and Young Realm Master of the Eternal Realm.
“What if it’s a daughter?” the system said.
“Male or female, same difference.”
Jun Changxiao wasn’t one to favor sons over daughters.
As long as they were his child, he must give them a head start over their peers.
If Dog Sheng truly had offspring, they would definitely make others weep with envy. Then it would just be a matter of who was better at choosing their birth.
“Too bad.”
The system said, “You don’t have that ability.”
…
“Sect Master.”
In the great hall, Li Qingyang spread out a map of the Eternal Realm on the table and said, “This is what your disciple just finished surveying.”
City planning and construction in the Eternal Realm were mostly his responsibility, so he temporarily guest-starred as a cartographer.
“Mm.”
Jun Changxiao nodded his head, carefully observing the clan points and city points on it, stroking his chin as he said, “Whether a dimensional plane’s martial dao can flourish needs to start from the most basic level.”
“Pass down the order.”
“Every clan must establish martial dao academies, with grade divisions based on age, ensuring universal martial cultivation.”
Following Sect Master Jun’s order, news immediately spread to all the major clans, even including professional academy grade divisions, such as Infant Martial Academy, Elementary Martial Academy, Middle Martial Academy, High Martial Academy, and Grand Martial Academy.
“…”
The system roared, “This is way too casual!”
“I’m happy to.”
Jun Changxiao then proceeded to establish detailed academy divisions.
City-level must be equipped with High Martial and Grand Martial Academies, town-level must have Elementary Martial and Middle Martial, village-level must have Infant Martial Academies.
Of course.
These so-called martial halls weren’t just for cultivating martial dao.
They simultaneously incorporated courses in culture, alchemy, medicine, and other subjects, thereby achieving comprehensive cultivation in virtue, intellect, beauty, physical fitness, and labor.
“Sect Master.”
Young Master Yuan said helplessly, “Having all the clans suddenly establish so many academies, the teaching force definitely won’t keep up.”
“Not a big problem.”
Jun Changxiao said, “We can have disciples work part-time.”
Perhaps because the academy plan was being implemented, the mission board kept up with the trend, with inner and outer sect disciples successively receiving new missions to construct academies and serve as instructors.
Thus, almost every day one could see batches of disciples descending the mountain to various clans, assisting with academy construction and temporarily serving as instructors to cultivate students.
…
As the Realm Master of one realm, Jun Changxiao could be said to have his words carry the weight of law. In just half a month, academies in various clans and cities were successively completed and began enrollment.
Infant, Elementary, Middle, High, Grand.
Five levels corresponding to five age groups.
Cultivation time was three years. Following the entire process, a three-year-old child graduating from Grand Martial Academy would be exactly eighteen years old.
What to do after graduation?
According to Jun Changxiao’s subsequent plan, those with exceptional talent could be directly admitted to the Eternal Sect, while those with ordinary talent could serve as instructors in various regions or integrate into all trades and professions.
Seeing this, readers suddenly understood.
Dog Sheng was so dedicated to establishing the martial education system not only to benefit the dimensional plane’s overall strength development, but more importantly to provide sustainable fresh blood to the sect.
Inevitably.
For a sect to remain prosperous, the injection of talented successors was indispensable. Otherwise, when high-level members couldn’t continue and retired to the second line, with disciples successively taking over positions, who would become the disciples?
“There’s also the uniforms.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Need to innovate.”
Calculating the time, the Eternal Sect’s uniforms had been used from their establishment until now for several decades. Although the style led trends, there was truly some aesthetic fatigue, and major reform was needed.
To this end.
Jun Changxiao personally took up the design work again.
“My Eternal Sect’s uniforms must be unique, must give people a feeling of gorgeous yet not flamboyant, low-key yet not extravagant.” Dog Sheng held a pen in his mouth, carefully contemplating.
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
The large brush moved boldly, with imposing momentum.
The next day, Jun Changxiao handed multiple design drafts to Young Master Yuan, ordering him to find tailors to produce several hundred thousand sets as quickly as possible.
This time’s uniform design was no longer unified like the previous generation.
Every Elder Peak, every hall, and even inner and outer sect disciples all had different styles, with colors including red, purple, blue—a riot of colors.
As for exactly what styles, it depended on how the manga artist drew them and how readers imagined them.
“Decided.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Every fifty years, change the uniforms once!”
“…” The new manga artist silently took out a cleaver upon hearing this, seemingly about to hack this dog bastard on the spot. After all, changing uniforms once meant reconceiving and coloring. With over a hundred thousand disciples in the sect, it was definitely a massive project!
Xiao Duo: “How could a manga artist be stupid enough to draw them one by one? For scenes with many people, either draw shadows or copy and paste.”
…
“Getting uniforms now!”
On the mountain peak, Su Xiaomo shouted at the top of her lungs.
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
Numerous disciples rushed to the front of the great hall, queuing up to receive uniforms.
“Hall Master Zi.”
Just as Ah Zi was about to take the Spirit Beast Hall’s exclusive uniforms, Young Master Yuan suddenly pressed down on the back of his hand, saying gravely, “The new uniforms use extremely expensive materials. If even one is damaged, a hundred thousand beast cores will be deducted.”
“…”
Demon King Zilin’s mouth twitched.
After receiving a batch of uniforms, he returned to Spirit Beast Peak and called Old Niu and others over, putting his hands on his hips and roaring, “From the moment you put on these new uniforms, you motherfuckers must cherish them like you cherish your own lives. Whoever dares damage them will be severely punished!”
“Yes!”
“Receive them one by one!”
…
Night fell.
After Hall Master Zi finished handling internal affairs, he returned to his bedroom. First, he carefully and gently removed the brand new uniform, then used a hanger to prop it up and hang it in the wardrobe, finally softly closing and locking it.
(Supplement: Inside also hung two sets of first-generation uniforms that had been mended and patched for three more years.)
Loving the uniform to this degree was simply insane!
“Boom!”
Deep in the night, a sudden commotion came.
Hall Master Zi, who had already been fast asleep, shot up from bed in a flash.
A normal person’s instinctive reaction might be to think an earthquake was happening, so they would first run out of the room.
Ah Zi did exactly that, but when he ran out, he was shouldering the locked wardrobe. Only after reaching a safe area and confirming the new uniform was safe and sound did he raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, saying, “Scared me to death!”
The camera switched.
In the Spirit Beast Hall’s inner courtyard, Old Niu and others were all shouldering wardrobes and wiping sweat.
As for the commotion just now, it was nothing more than caused by Su Xiaomo, Li Fei, and others playing midnight soccer on the Main Peak’s martial arts field.
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