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Chapter 500 Definition 2

Master Tianbao put down the purple clay teapot in his hand, unusually abandoning his usual carefree demeanor, and stroked his beard, nodding: "Qi Lan's words make sense. If the name is not correct, the words will not be proper, and if the words are not proper, things will not succeed. We have come here from three thousand years in the future. Since we have chosen to confront the Immortal Alliance, we must have a name that can unite everyone."

As he spoke, he leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest: "Take those refugees who came from down the mountain, and those cultivators who were recruited. They know that Master Chen is powerful, and they know that we are not to be trifled with, but if you ask them who they follow, they'll probably be stumped for a long time. That's the problem."

Huiming opened his eyes, and his hand, which was holding the prayer beads, paused.

"Amitabha," he said softly. "What Benefactor Qi said is absolutely right. A name is the guest of reality. But without a name, reality is hard to manifest. Those little demons can stay here peacefully today because Benefactor Chen made a personal promise. But if Benefactor Chen is no longer here one day, who will they believe in? Who will they listen to? Without a common name, people's hearts will scatter, and when people's hearts scatter, the foundation will be unstable."

Feng Wenyuan sat in the chair, flipping through the papers in his hand several times before looking up at Chen Anran.

"Master Chen, the Feng family agrees with what Senior Qi said. In the past six months, more and more mortals have come from the foot of the mountain to seek refuge. When they arrive, the first question they ask is, 'Which immortal sect is this on their territory?' I told them it was the Cloud Hidden Sect, and they nodded, but their eyes clearly asked, 'What is the background of the Cloud Hidden Sect?'"

Feng Wenyuan chimed in from the side, "That's right. We transmigrators know the secrets of the Cloud Hidden Sect, but outsiders don't. Outsiders only know that there are a few powerful figures on this mountain, but they don't know exactly how powerful they are, who they are under, or whose orders they take. This can easily lead to trouble."

Jiang Yan stopped wiping his sweat, stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve, stood up and walked to the center of the hall.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, you've hit the nail on the head!" He slapped his thigh, his chubby face full of seriousness. "In our modern society, there's a saying called 'brand effect.' What does that mean? It means you need a brand that people can remember. As soon as people hear your brand, they know what you do, what your skills are, and whether you're trustworthy."

He counted on his fingers: "Why can the Immortal Alliance dominate the world? It's because they have a reputation. Tian Shu Palace, Tian Xuan Palace, and all sorts of other palaces we don't even know about—when these palaces' names are revealed, who wouldn't think twice? As for us? Yun Yin Sect has a good name, but only our own people know about it. Outsiders would just think it's an unknown little sect."

Standing behind Jiang Yan, Jiang Yun mustered his courage and spoke up: "Master Chen, may I... say a few words as well?"

Chen Anran glanced at him and nodded, signaling him to continue.

Jiang Yun took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady: "In the past six months, Ah Sheng and I have been tinkering with those array plates and magical artifacts, and we've come into contact with many people from the foot of the mountain. There are rogue cultivators who have fled here, disciples from small sects who have been recruited, and ordinary people from all over the place. They have a lot of respect for us, but that respect is an instinctive fear of the strong, not... not the kind of heartfelt recognition."

He paused, carefully choosing his words: "Just like Senior Qi said, we need a name, a name that everyone can remember and agree with. That way, when we go out into the world, people will immediately know which side we're on, and our own people will know we're one family. Otherwise, over time, people's hearts will easily drift apart."

Ah Sheng nodded vigorously beside him, his head bobbing like a chicken pecking at rice: "Brother Yun is right! And our clothes should be uniform too! Look at those people from the Immortal Alliance, they're always dressed the same, you can tell they're from the Immortal Alliance at a glance. If we could have a uniform too, it would be easier for us to recognize each other when we go out on business!"

As Qi Lan listened to everyone's chatter, a slight smile curved her lips. She looked at Chen Anran, her amber vertical pupils filled with amusement.

"Chen Anran, you heard that. I'm not the only one who thinks this way."

Chen Anran ignored Qi Lan and instead asked Lu Kong behind him.

"Lu Kong, you think so too?"

Lu Kong wore his usual smile.

"Since my uncle asked me, I will share my humble opinion."

As soon as Lu Kong said this, everyone's eyes fell on him.

"What you fellow Daoists say makes sense. In the end, a name is something for outsiders to see. When we're alone, it doesn't matter what we're called. But once the door is open and we're facing the vast world outside, without a name, people won't know how to address us."

"I often wonder, why is the Immortal Alliance able to act with impunity? It's not because names like Tian Shu Palace and Tian Xuan Palace sound so good, but because behind these names lies a complete system. Each palace has a clear hierarchy, with each level clearly defined. As soon as outsiders hear these names, they know that these are people from the Immortal Alliance, and that they are not to be trifled with."

"If our Cloud Hidden Sect were to close its doors and cultivate on its own, this title would be sufficient. But if we were to venture out, to take in those mortals, rogue cultivators, and minor demons who come seeking refuge, and to establish a place for ourselves in this world, then this title would not be enough."

As Lu Kong spoke, he looked at Qi Lan.

"Fellow Daoist Qi is right. We need a name that everyone can remember. The name doesn't need to be grand, but it should be instantly recognizable. This is our territory, and these are our people. If you dare to provoke us, you are making an enemy of all of us."

Upon hearing this, Qi Lan smiled and nodded at him.

Lu Kong then looked at Chen Anran, his tone sincere: "Uncle-Master, I know you don't care about these empty titles. But most people in this world do care about empty titles. Mortals come here seeking stability; rogue cultivators come here seeking a future; those lesser demons stay here seeking protection. They need something to hold onto, something that allows them to settle down and have peace of mind. This title is that thing."

"Nephew has spoken presumptuously; please, Uncle, make the decision."

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Chen Anran's face.

Chen Anran sat in the main seat, her fingers gently tapping the armrest, one tap after another.

The main hall was extremely quiet. Everyone was waiting for his answer; even Daoist Tianbao put down his purple clay teapot and sat up straight, a rare occurrence for him.

Lu Kong remained standing behind Chen Anran, his usual smile on his face, but his eyes were slightly lowered, and he didn't look at anyone.

After a long pause, Chen Anran slowly spoke: "Then tell us about the name of our organization."