Although Zhang Weihao has been a disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect for nearly three months, he basically stays in the back mountain, served by a maid, and hardly interacts with other disciples. He also doesn’t need Yue Buqun to teach him martial arts; he trains entirely on his own.

At first, Ning Zhongze didn’t quite understand, but after she sparred with Xue Qianxun, who was by Zhang Weihai’s side, she realized that it wasn’t that he didn’t have experts around him. He was simply there to learn from the Huashan Sword Sect, and she didn’t need to put in too much effort.

There are indeed wealthy young men who pay tuition to come here specifically to learn martial arts, but most of them belong to the six major sects.

In the past, we could still encounter some Huashan swordsmen, but in the last twenty or thirty years, they have become very rare, and after the complete decline of the sword qi struggle, they have become unheard of.

Although the offer was to impart the Purple Cloud Divine Skill to the other party and grant access to various classic texts and techniques collected by the sect, Ning Zhongze couldn’t say much after considering the 100,000 taels of silver and those rare and precious materials that were hard to obtain even with money. It was simply too much.

The biggest problem facing the Huashan Sword Sect right now is money. Running a sect is very expensive. In the past, the Huashan Sect was so poor that even the sect’s uniforms had to be mended by the sect’s matron, Ning Zhongze, and some female disciples. It was difficult to replace them with new ones. There was also little to no monthly pay for the disciples. Many disciples couldn’t even guarantee the timely replacement of their weapons for three years. They also had to occasionally go down the mountain to do some part-time jobs. They couldn’t afford to recruit more disciples or hire helpers to share the sect’s trivial matters.

Things are different now. There are now tenant farmers and servants to handle those trivial matters, and a large amount of fertile land to support the sect’s daily operations.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze also had more time to stay in the sect, mentoring disciples and recruiting more students.

For example, the number of third-generation disciples recruited now has exceeded fifty, instantly creating a prosperous atmosphere.

This is the enormous help that money can provide.

Moreover, Zhang Weihua brought not only these, but also a large number of bodyguards comparable to second-rate martial arts masters. These were skilled individuals from the martial arts world who disliked fighting and could guard the house and help guide the disciples in their basic cultivation.

Some even joined the Huashan Sect directly, becoming outer elders and enhancing the sect’s foundation.

At the same time, an academy was built on the mountain to strengthen the cultural studies of the disciples and teach the classics and historical texts that had been completely ignored before.

Although the second-generation disciples are all old and have long since become wild, and many can no longer learn, they are still very important to the third-generation disciples. This is also the most ideal model for the succession of the sect in Yue Buqun’s mind.

It is precisely because of Zhang Weihao’s uniqueness that, apart from his junior sister Yue Lingshan, no one knows that he has reached a critical point and is currently in seclusion to break through. Once he breaks through, he will definitely become the number one expert of the Huashan Sword Sect. Even Feng Qingyang would have to fight him to find out.

“Lingshan, how come you have the time to attend classes and practice swordsmanship with us? Haven’t you been spending all your time playing with your junior brother lately?”

The eighth disciple, Ying Bailuo, couldn’t even remember the last time he saw his junior sister.

Ever since that young master Zhang arrived, this junior sister has been practically invisible, almost constantly clinging to that young master Zhang who comes from a prominent family.

Many second-generation disciples, including Ying Bailuo, who still harbored feelings for Yue Lingshan, were naturally quite unhappy about this.

Although on the surface everyone seems to support the Chongling CP and appears to be a CP fan, they all know their own limitations. They know they are no match for Senior Brother and cannot win against him. In addition, Senior Brother is a good person, like a father and brother, so they accept it.

But if it were anyone else, whether it were Zhang Weihao or Lin Pingzhi from the original novel, everyone would actually be very dissatisfied.

The difference is that Lin Pingzhi’s entire family has been wiped out, he is an orphan with no powerful backing, and all he has is a handsome face.

Zhang Weihua is the son of a true tycoon, and his uncle is the second-highest-ranking official in the cabinet. He is an absolute top-tier scion of a prominent family, so all we can do is make a few sarcastic remarks behind his back.

Yue Lingshan was an innocent and naive girl who had never seen the dangers of the martial world. She didn’t understand these intricacies. She looked disappointed and unhappy and said, “You mean my junior brother? He has recently made great progress in his skills and is currently in seclusion to break through. We will have to wait until he comes out of seclusion before we have time.”

Sitting in the first row, Linghu Chong had been eavesdropping the whole time. When he heard his beloved junior sister say this, he felt an indescribable heartache and a vague jealousy towards his junior brother, who had brought about tremendous changes to the sect, making the entire sect suddenly prosperous and prosperous, but also making him more and more miserable.

Compared to the free days when his master and mistress were often away from the mountain and he could do whatever he wanted, this kind of life now is torture for a prodigal son like Linghu Chong.

The sudden appearance of academic classes caused him serious psychological harm. He couldn’t concentrate at all, but his master just sat there watching.

As the senior disciple and a role model for all his junior brothers and sisters, Linghu Chong could only pretend, trying his best to appear obedient and reliable, which was incredibly torturous for him.

However, there are good and bad aspects. The new clothes and equipment are a good thing. In the past, the sect uniforms were not necessarily changed every few years. Now there are four sets for spring, summer, autumn and winter, which are changed every two years. There are also new weapons made of fine iron.

It is said that if one can achieve good results in the upcoming sect competition and cultural examination, one will be rewarded with a famous sword and a huge reward.

This was quite a shock to the second-generation disciples of the entire Huashan Sword Sect. In the past, the sect was poor and couldn’t afford such deserved rewards, so they mostly gave out cultivation techniques and verbal encouragement.

This time it’s real money; it’s said that a reward of five hundred taels will be given this time.

Although most of the disciples in the sects nowadays are sons who join the sect without paying money, many still have parents and families. For most of them, this is a huge reward.

It can even change the fate of a family and achieve upward social mobility.

This is also why the recruitment of third-generation disciples went so smoothly, and even some wealthy families near Mount Hua began to send their younger generations up the mountain.

Having a dedicated tutor to teach literature and a renowned master like Yue Buqun to teach martial arts is an incredible blessing for many ordinary families.

For a sect to truly grow and become powerful, it must have the financial support and a sound system of promotion and rewards. That’s why the Huashan Sword Sect is now truly on the right track.