Lingxiao Immortal Clan

After recovering from his distracting thoughts, the middle-aged husband who was in the middle stage of foundation building saw that the number of spirit stones handed over by Ling Wanhui was not small. He could earn dozens of spirit stones with just a few words, which was not bad. He followed suit.

"As far as I know, the nearby spiritual veins have all been temporarily rented out by the disciple of the Perfect Hundred Flowers Sect who is stationed in this area, and the renters are naturally mostly casual cultivators like us who don't have spiritual veins."

"But fellow Taoist, don't worry. We casual cultivators who temporarily rented spiritual vein cultivation from that Hundred Flowers Sect disciple have already promised that Hundred Flowers Sect disciple before. As long as the master of the spiritual veins comes, we must You have to go, and when the time comes, just go back to that Hundred Flowers Sect disciple and take back some spiritual stones."

"I will never hinder fellow Taoists and take back those spiritual veins."

Ling Wanhui's eyes flashed with light, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"That's a good thing."

Then, he issued an invitation to the middle-aged husband in front of him who was in the middle stage of foundation building, his Taoist companion, and the old man Mo who had never spoken.

"Three of you, we two brothers are planning to establish a sect force. We are short of manpower. I wonder if you would be willing to join us?"

"If you are willing, we two brothers can give each of you a first-level mid-grade spiritual vein for free, and we can also give you a generous donation every year."

The middle-aged couple and old man Mo were a little surprised when they heard this.

However, they also had some thoughts regarding Ling Wanhui's invitation.

The price of first-level mid-grade spiritual veins is not low. If you want to buy it from Yuanying's force Baihua Valley, you will need five to six thousand spiritual stones, which is equivalent to two second-level low-grade magic weapons. Even for a middle-aged couple And for Old Man Mo, it was also a big sum.

In addition, they all experienced the civil strife in Yunyue Continent not long ago and experienced life and death several times. Some of them also wanted to settle down away from that kind of fighting life.

In fact, it is much better to rely on the new sect that Ling Wanhui said than to directly become a guest among those powerful forces, and it also has more opportunities for development.

But there are some risks.

But the risks are not big and the opportunities are not small either.

In addition, the three of them also noticed that Ling Wanhan and Ling Wanhui had already established the third level of cultivation at such a young age.

You can tell at a glance that he is something extraordinary.

Perhaps, following these two people, there is a slight chance of success.

The three of them had more emotions in their hearts.

The middle-aged husband in the middle stage of foundation building also asked Ling Wanhui with some attention.

"Then I wonder what positions we will hold after we join the sect established by the two of us, and what is the exact amount of annual salary? What will we need to do after joining the sect?"

Ling Wan smiled back.

"As long as you join the sect, you will hold the position of elder of the sect. As the great elder of the sect, I will be in charge of all affairs of the sect. When the sect is established, I will be extremely busy. When the time comes, I will also need people to help me manage my subordinates. Disciples, and preaching to disciples, etc.”

"During this period, there will inevitably be some troubles, and we will need your help to deal with them when the time comes."

"If you have any position you want, just ask me directly."

"The salary is set at two hundred spiritual stones per year for monks in the early stage of foundation establishment, and four hundred spiritual stones per year for monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment."

"Ten years later, the sect will give each of you a first-order high-grade spiritual vein, and fifty years later, we will give you each a second-grade spiritual vein."

"I wonder... are you all satisfied with this?"

The middle-aged couple and old man Mo all trembled, with a fiery look on their faces.

If the first-level spiritual veins can make their hearts flutter, then the second-level spiritual veins are enough to make them risk their lives.

"Is what fellow Taoist said true?"

The middle-aged husband who was in the middle stage of foundation building said excitedly.

"Of course, if what I said is false, at worst fifty years later, you will dismantle the sect and I will give you the second-level spiritual mountain."

Ling Wan smiled back, pointed at the second-level spiritual mountain in the distance that belonged to him and Ling Wanhan, and said.

When the middle-aged couple and old man Mo saw this, they were immediately convinced.

Immediately, a group of people set up corresponding word spacing.

The sect team of Ling Wanhan and Ling Wanhui has gained some size.

On the same day, the two of them, the foundation-building couple, and old man Mo also established the "Bai Ling Sect" on the second-level spiritual mountain here, which was taken from the "white" in the three characters of the Baiying Sect, and the name of the Ling family. Ling in.

Not calling the White Shadow Sect directly is also to avoid unnecessary trouble.

When Bai Ling Sect becomes stronger, it would be okay to change the name back to Bai Shadow Sect.

On the second day, the group of people began to go to the remaining ten first-level spiritual veins under the sect to recruit those casual cultivators who hired spiritual veins to join the sect.

With the promise of various favorable conditions, in just a few days, the size of the Bai Ling Sect expanded to dozens of people.

Although these disciples have different personalities and are a mixture of dragons and snakes, the sect has finally gained some scale and a certain atmosphere.

But on this day, when Ling Wan returned to his post and sent his disciples to the outside world to spread the news about Bai Lingzong recruiting disciples, he noticed that five foundation builders were coming from outside the mountain. He frowned and immediately went out of the mountain to greet them.

The five people were all wearing different clothes and were of different ages.

The leader was an old man in the middle stage of foundation building.

When the old man saw Ling Wanhui's greeting, his face became a little more satisfied.

"You must be Elder Ling Wanhui of Bailing Sect, right? I heard that you are very young before. Today, I see that it is true. You have such a high level of cultivation at such a young age. You are really promising. You will definitely be a great man in the future."

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the head of the Wen family in the nearby Heiyuan Mountain. The person next to me is..."

Ling Wanhui understood after hearing this.

The visitors this time are the other five foundation-building forces in Qingdie County where Bailing Sect is located.

"Excuse me, everyone. Recently, my sect was just established and I was too busy to come to pay a visit. I hope you will not blame me."

The old head of the Wen family in Heiyuan Mountain smiled a little more when he saw Ling Wanhui being so polite, and then he spoke.

"It's okay, I understand."

"But this time, in addition to visiting you, we also have something to remind you."

"Your sect already has quite a few cultivators. It is said that your sect has recruited three foundation-building casual cultivators from nearby. There are already five foundation-building warriors and dozens of disciples. This number of disciples is already quite a lot."

"If your sect continues to expand, I'm afraid that your sect's spiritual veins will not be enough, and your sect will find it difficult to support so many cultivators to practice. By then, I'm afraid that the people in your sect will be scattered, and it may collapse in an instant."

"I hope you will pay more attention to this matter! Slowly developing real disciples is the kingly way!"

Ling Wanhui heard the words, and his eyes as clear as lake water had a few more waves, but they soon disappeared.

He also smiled and said.

"I was not thoughtful enough about this matter. I will pay attention to it in the future. Thank you for coming here to give me some advice this time."

The old patriarch of the Wen family in Heiyuan Mountain and the other four foundation-building forces all showed satisfaction when they heard this. They chatted with Ling Wanhui for a few more words and left.

Ling Wanhui looked at the backs of the old patriarch of the Wen family and others as they left, and a haze gradually appeared on his calm face.

At this time, a figure flew out from the gate of the Bailing Sect and landed beside Ling Wanhui, revealing the tower-like figure of Ling Wanhan, the grandson of Ling Pengyun.