Cultivation, Inc.I Use Capitalism to Fix a Dying Sect

Chapter 161: Qingyun Sect Heals and Saves Lives

Wang Liu stood straighter as Sun Yi’s gaze fell upon him. The Headmaster’s trust felt like a physical weight, grounding and empowering him.

“Every city has a shadow,” Sun Yi said, his voice quiet but intense. “Under the Qingyun banner, darkness is not permitted.”

“Your mission is a purge. Establish a reporting station in the plaza. Invite the citizens to speak their grievances. Investigate every claim. If you find true evil—tyrants who oppress the weak, rapists, murderers—execute them. Do not hesitate.”

Sun Yi paused, his eyes hardening.

“For lesser crimes, offer redemption through labor. Let them pave roads or sweep streets. But remember this: I demand absolute justice. Do not wrong a single innocent, and do not spare a single villain. Can you do this?”

“I can!” Wang Liu cupped his fists, his voice ringing with conviction. “I will not fail you, Headmaster!”

“Go.”

As Wang Liu departed to dispense justice, Sun Yi turned to Wan Yu. The young cultivator stiffened under the scrutiny, his heart pounding.

“Relax,” Sun Yi smiled. “Wan Yu, I have a special task for you. For the next five years, you will be the City Lord of Yellow Earth City.”

Wan Yu’s jaw dropped.

“It will slow your cultivation,” Sun Yi admitted. “But the stability of this city is the bedrock of our future. I need someone loyal. Someone fanatical. Are you willing?”

Wan Yu dropped to one knee, his eyes burning with worship. “Headmaster! To serve you is my Dao! I would guard this city for fifty years if you asked!”

Sun Yi nodded, satisfied. He knew a true believer when he saw one.

“Good. The old administration—the local snakes—will be arriving soon. Use them, but do not trust them. Reward competence, punish corruption. The city must remain firmly in the hands of the Dao Palace.”

Sun Yi gestured to the bustling plaza below. “Watch closely. Today, I set the standard.”

Below, the plaza was a hive of activity. The sheer scale of the terraforming miracle had shattered the worldview of the mortals.

“Immortals… real Immortals…”

“Look at the palace! It glows!”

Thousands swarmed the stone steles, staring hungrily at the Five Elements Art. The inscriptions were simple, but the barrier to entry was brutal: Spirit Roots were rare. Most would fail. But hope was a powerful drug.

On the edge of the crowd, a ragged youth named A-Niu dragged a wooden cart. On it lay his father, a skeleton wrapped in skin, coughing up blood.

“Hold on, Papa,” A-Niu gasped, sweat stinging his eyes. “The Immortals are here. They said they would heal us.”

He pushed through the throng, ignoring the curses of those he shoved aside, until he reached the medical station.

Wu Qiming had just finished organizing his supplies. He saw the desperate boy and the dying old man.

Thud.

A-Niu collapsed to his knees, his forehead slamming into the pavement.

“Immortal! Mercy! Save my father!”

Wu Qiming stepped forward. A gentle wave of True Qi lifted the boy to his feet.

“No kneeling,” Wu Qiming said, his voice calm. “We are here to help.”

He examined the old man. Death was hovering inches away. Organ failure, malnutrition, exhaustion.

Wu Qiming produced a gourd.

“Watch closely,” he said to the crowd.

He tapped the gourd. A stream of water—diluted Vitality Pill solution—arced through the air and flowed gently into the old man’s mouth.

The crowd gasped. “A divine ability!”

The effect was instantaneous. Color rushed back into the old man’s grey cheeks. His breathing, previously a rattling wheeze, deepened and steadied.

A-Niu wept openly. “Thank you! Thank you!”

Wu Qiming smiled. He flicked a droplet of the solution into the boy’s mouth as well.

“You’re not looking too good yourself, kid.”

A-Niu choked, then widened his eyes. A warmth exploded in his belly, rushing through his limbs. The ache in his back vanished. The fatigue evaporated. He felt strong enough to punch a tiger.

Cough.

The old man sat up. He looked at his hands, then at his son. He scrambled off the cart, his movements spry.

“Immortal!” He tried to kneel.

Wu Qiming stopped him with a gesture. “Thank the Headmaster. I am but his servant.”

He addressed the crowd, his voice projecting clearly. “If you are sick, come forward. The Qingyun Dao Palace heals all.”

“A-Niu,” the old man gripped his son’s arm, his eyes wet. “Remember this. Remember the Headmaster’s grace.”

“I will, Papa. Forever.”

As the father and son walked away, the crowd erupted.

“That was Old Man Zeng! The doctors said he was dead meat!”

“He’s walking! Look at him!”

“The Immortals are real! They save lives!”

The line for the medical station instantly tripled in length.

High above, Sun Yi watched the scene unfold.

Just as he was about to turn his attention to the gathering city officials, a roar of shock erupted from the other side of the plaza—near the cultivation steles.

Sun Yi swept his Divine Sense over the area. His eyebrows shot up.

Oh? Already?