All the Elders in My Sect Are My Avatars!

Chapter 114 – Summoning All Disciples

A new day was beginning at the Bamboo Sword Sect, but the discussions about the previous day were still intense among the sect's upper echelon.

The sparring match between Jian Huiyin and Feng Zhen had been impactful enough to make it clear that the Infinite Dao Sect was even more powerful than they had imagined.

However, this hadn't reached the ears of the younger generation of either sect. After all, it had been a friendly spar, and spreading the fact that the leader of the Bamboo Sword Sect had fought an inner elder and remained at a disadvantage until the end would undermine the sect's authority.

But for Aotian, that had just been a minor episode. At that moment, he was in his room inside the cave mansion, eyes closed, legs crossed, surrounded by elemental stones that were slowly dimming. It was clear he was cultivating.

During the fifteen-day journey, he had continued cultivating. However, after reaching the Foundation Establishment realm, the time needed to progress increased drastically, and Aotian hadn't advanced even a single level yet.

Still, the time wasn't wasted. He was close to making a breakthrough.

Moreover, during the expedition period, Aotian had not only sought out resources but had also continued to learn more and more about this world, gradually forming his own sense of common knowledge.

For instance, he had discovered that perfect-quality single-element roots usually took about two to three years to complete Qi Refinement — which was why they were extremely valued by all sects.

But, just as they were terrifying in cultivation, they were equally rare. Perfect roots, in general, were rare. So far, among the disciples Aotian had recruited, only Xiao Ling had one — and a single-element root at that. He had been lucky to find her.

Of course, with Aotian's synthesized techniques, a disciple with perfect mixed roots could cultivate at the same speed as one with a perfect single-element root — but still, there wasn't a second perfect root in the sect.

Regarding Foundation Establishment, he learned that perfect-quality single-element roots typically took about seventy years to perfect that realm — assuming ideal conditions, like a second-tier spiritual vein, good resources, no deficiencies, no poisoning, and full focus on cultivation without laziness.

The average lifespan for someone in the Foundation Establishment realm ranged from two hundred to two hundred and fifty years, meaning cultivators with perfect single-element roots had a good chance of reaching the Golden Core realm.

If the root was high-quality instead of perfect, the required time doubled to 140 years — still considered excellent.

Of course, all of this assumed uninterrupted, ideal cultivation. But a cultivator's life is far from peaceful. Many factors hinder progress: lack of resources, conflicts, expeditions, the need to master techniques, serious injuries… not to mention that one cannot just live cultivating nonstop.

And since single-element roots are rare — and high-quality ones even more so — having both traits simultaneously made them extremely hard to find. Worse still, many are born among mortals and never discovered, explaining the low number of experts in the desert.

As for medium-quality roots, the time doubles again, reaching 280 years to complete Foundation Establishment. Cultivators with such roots are generally seen as hopeless when it comes to reaching the Golden Core, due to their limited lifespan. Needless to say, the same applies to low-quality roots.

Of course, these rules aren't absolute. Cultivators can have their lucky chances and rise... but in the desert, such opportunities are almost nonexistent.

As for the influence of special physiques on cultivation, Aotian only knew that they allowed those who possessed them to cultivate faster, adding a layer of extra talent.

Thinking over this collection of facts, Aotian felt grateful for his system and the abilities of his avatars.

'Thankfully, my synthesized techniques can greatly speed up the cultivation process and also give hope to those cultivators with mixed roots.' Aotian reflected, a small smile forming on his lips.

During the journey to the sect, his outer elder avatars also cultivated in their spare time, accumulating experience for him. And with Bao Wuji personally overseeing his cultivation, Aotian was making rapid strides on his path toward immortality.

'Immortality… funny word. Even though my cultivation slowly extends my lifespan and power, that word still feels so far away — especially compared to the 250 years I have… or even the thousands Bao Wuji still has left to live… Hey, now that I think about it, if I die of old age, do I respawn in a new avatar with renewed youth? Or do I just keep dying of old age again and again until I run out of avatars?'

An absurd question popped into his mind.

'Bruh!!' He shuddered just imagining the possibility of dying repeatedly of old age within minutes.

'System, what happens if my main body dies of old age?' Aotian tried asking.

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'Predictable…' Aotian rolled his eyes internally at the system, which basically only knew how to repeat that phrase whenever he asked anything.

Putting aside his scattered thoughts, Aotian slowly refocused on cultivation.

His speed wasn't exactly slow compared to the disciples of the Infinite Dao Sect — who mostly had high-quality roots — thanks to the high-level minds of his avatars helping him cultivate. His pace wasn't inferior to that of a cultivator with medium-quality roots — maybe even slightly better.

And Aotian was already re

With that confident thought and firm gaze, she watched as the rest of the disciples arrived.