Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 113 Returning to the clan

Feiyue Lake has a third-level high-grade spiritual vein, rich spiritual grass, and hundreds of acres of third-level spiritual fields. However, the strength of the dragon hidden in the lake is unknown.

 Green Bull Valley, third-level low-grade spiritual veins, lack of resources, the strength of the demon king is controllable, and the risk of land reclamation war is low.

 At this point in the discussion, the advantages and disadvantages of the two locations are actually very clear.

 The former is radical and the latter is conservative.

 “What does Junior Brother Bai think of this?”

 Gu Xisheng turned slightly sideways, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

“I have little experience and have never even been to the depths of the Black Mountains... I have no idea what I think. I just want to listen to the insights of some senior brothers.”

 Bai Zichen shook his head.

 In his opinion, since the two ancestors did not directly specify the target of the land reclamation war, it means that they both know well that the third-level demon kings of Feiyue Lake and Qingniu Valley are within the range of dealing with them.

 After all, no matter how lively the fight is, the final word still needs to be taken by Master Jiedan.

 Let the foundation-building monks deal with the third-level demon king, which is really a waste of lives.

Even if he can win miserably, the third-level demon king can leave as soon as he wants, and there is no way to keep the demon at all.

 Thinking about it this way, of course I would choose Feiyue Lake.

Furthermore, Liang Yu, who suggested Feiyue Lake, showed kindness to him before building the foundation, and Pei Dongyong, who had a close relationship with him, even gave him a spiritual weapon.

 Bai Zichen still doesn't even recognize the elders of the Alchemy Hall and Fu Hall.

  If he really has to choose, why should he say it?

"In my opinion, it's better to come from Feiyue Lake... Qingniu Valley is more than six thousand miles away from the sect. To establish such a long logistics supply line, the pressure on the General Affairs Office is too great."

 Gu Xisheng expressed his opinion, but the reason for his choice was extremely unpopular and not one of the elders mentioned it.

“After wiping out the monsters along the way and the army reaching Qingniu Valley, it does not mean that the original spiritual lands will be empty. Other monsters will soon come to occupy them.”

"The third-level demon king, plus dozens of second-level one-horned Kui oxen, it is normal for the final battle to last for several months. Such a large team of monks consumes spiritual rice, talismans, elixirs, and damaged magic weapons every day. , formation flag maintenance, treatment of injured monks... Unless I arrange for a few foundation-building monks to be assigned to me and carry a large number of storage bags specifically for supply work, logistics will become a big problem."

 Gu Xisheng's face was solemn, and he had obviously considered this matter for a long time.

“Previous land reclamation wars were not far from the main mountain of the sect, so this problem was not prominent. Compared with Qingniu Valley, Feiyue Lake is more than a thousand miles closer, which can greatly reduce the logistical pressure.”

“Senior Brother Gu, have you reported this matter to the head?”

Bai Zichen's eyes were opened. This chief minister looked smooth, but he didn't expect to see something extraordinary.

“I mentioned it earlier. The leader only said to mobilize more forces when the time comes and set up stations along the way to protect the logistics team...”

 Gu Xisheng sighed, the disciples of the General Affairs Hall were definitely not weaker than others in terms of their ability to handle things, but if they were stronger than their actual strength, they would not be able to show off.

“Well, since everyone has their own reasons, let’s vote as all the elders.”

Wei Dao saw the elders on both sides competing with each other, and there was already a smell of gunpowder, so he knocked on the Jade Pan again.

Each elder's token has two lines of writing on it: "Feiyue Lake" and "Green Bull Valley". Just click on one of them to count as a vote.

Bai Zichen glanced at Gu Xisheng next to him. The other person pressed **** 'Feiyue Lake', and the other line of writing disappeared directly.

 Lan Hong followed Gu Xisheng’s selection and also pressed on ‘Feiyue Lake’.

“This voting method is still anonymous. I don’t know if the head can see the choice of each elder...”

Bai Zichen no longer hesitated, pressed his index finger on the 'Feiyue Lake', and made his choice.

 In an instant, all the elders had voted.

Wei Dao glanced at the results, his face remained normal, and said: "All the twenty-nine people present have voted. Sixteen votes to thirteen, Feiyue Lake won."

Not to mention that the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall looked happy, the elders of the Alchemy Hall and Fu Hall were indignant, and Wei Dao had already written the results to the ancestor of Alchemy Palace.

“Old Ancestor Yang ordered us to open up Feiyue Lake, yes!”

 After burning the incense, a flying shu talisman arrived in the ancestral hall carrying Patriarch Yang’s handwriting, which contained Master Jiedan’s opinions on the outcome of the elders’ discussion.

The results of the elders' collegial vote have come out. The ancestor of Jiedan nodded in approval, and the head guard immediately mobilized his troops.

“Issue a land reclamation order to all the monks in Heishan County. The target of this land reclamation war is Feiyue Lake... There are seven second-order spiritual lands and fourteen first-order spiritual lands along the way. The Qingfeng Sect will not take any money, but will be given according to the ranking of contribution after the war.”

“All the listed Immortal Cultivation Families will have twenty people from each family in the first stage, and each Immortal Cultivation Family will have ten people from each family, led by the Foundation Establishment Monk. The more the better… Casual cultivators are welcome to sign up. As long as they make a contribution, they will be rewarded.”

“The Law Enforcement Hall has formed the first batch of land reclamation war teams, and it will last for three months to train the disciples to cooperate in battle formations..."

“The General Affairs Office has a three-year deadline to prepare a list of resources needed for the land reclamation war, and at the same time, the first batch of materials is fully prepared..."

"Alchemy Hall, Weapon Refining Hall, Talisman Hall, stop all tasks at hand, and arrange the refining tasks according to the list given by the General Affairs Hall..."

“Brothers, since the goal has been set, let’s put aside our past differences and move forward hand in hand... take Feiyue Lake and add another third-level spiritual vein to our Qingfeng Sect!”

 All the elders bowed in unison.

Various tasks were assigned and the war was approaching, so these elders were in a hurry.

 The head of the school, Wei Dao, specially left Bai Zichen and Lan Hong behind to reassure them that they could practice in peace.

 Due to the newly promoted foundation building, they will not be recruited for the early battles, so that they can have enough time to familiarize themselves with the strength of the foundation building period and prepare spiritual weapons.

“We will go on an expedition in three months, but the monsters in front of us are easy to deal with, but there are too many and they are annoying...According to the wishes of the head brother, when it is my turn to send a mission, it will have to be a year later.”

Just now in the ancestral hall, Wei Dao joked that he had planned to accept Bai Zichen as his disciple, but before he could think about it, the two of them became brothers and sisters of the same generation.

 Bai Zichen could only dare not speak.

When he first joined the Qingfeng Sect, one of Bai Zichen's goals was to become the direct disciple of the head Wei Dao, which aroused the jealousy of Mo Changfeng.

Who would have thought that a few years later, Bai Zichen would be a foundation-building elder, and Mo Changfeng would become a ghost in the Black Mountains.

“Senior Brother Peng left in a hurry to refine a batch of low-level disposable magic weapons... I have nothing to do, so I will go back to the family first. It has been so many years since I came out.”

Bai Zichen rode on the colorful white clouds, left the mountain gate and flew to the place where he grew up.

In addition to visiting his relatives, he also wanted to communicate with the patriarch Bai Xianzhong about the land reclamation war.

 “It’s exactly the same as when I left...”

At the flying speed of Caiwen Baiyunpei, Bai Zichen sat on it and considered his subsequent training plan, and arrived at his destination in the blink of an eye.

 When Han Xiufeng appeared in his sight, he felt a hint of complicated emotions.

“Whenever the seniors come to visit, please leave the magic weapon. After the name is known, the juniors will pass it on to the clan.”

Two monks from the Bai family on duty saw a flying spiritual weapon appear. Even if they couldn't tell the difference between a spiritual weapon and a magical weapon, they could infer that the person who came was a good person just by looking at the flying speed.

He quickly stepped forward and shouted loudly, and at the same time reported the news to the clan with a talisman.

"This senior is visiting the Bai family. Which elder can he have an appointment with..."

 In recent years, the number of new monks who have moved into Montenegro has increased significantly. Loose cultivators often appear nearby, and some even occupy several hills.

The Bai family can only ensure that a few hills around Hanxiu Peak are not occupied by others, but they cannot control the mountains further away.

One of the Bai family monks was still talking to himself. He was pulled **** his sleeve by the tribesman next to him, and he realized something was wrong.

How come the young man who got off the flying spiritual weapon is so similar to the legendary figure in his family.

 “Is it Brother Chen?”

The older monk from the Bai family asked tentatively. Although there are photos of the family, their appearance has changed a lot in the past few years.

Bai Zichen nodded slightly. These people still had some impressions. There were not many people in the Bai family.

Even when he was in the family, he could not practice for many years and rarely interacted with the clan members.

“Oh my God, Brother Chen is really back... It’s time to call you the ancestor of foundation building...”

Several Bai family monks were all in a hurry, excited and overwhelmed, and quickly moved out of the way to go up the mountain.

Bai Zichen walked on this familiar mountain path, and even the scenery on both sides was almost the same as before: "We are all members of the tribe, so there is no need to be so formal."

Having said this, how could the Bai family take this seriously?

After the news of Bai Zichen's successful foundation building came back to the Bai family, the first reaction of the clan members was: Could the news be wrong?

Having only been to Qingfengmen for a few years, how could it be so easy to build a foundation?

Each clan leader has gone through untold hardships to become a foundation-building ancestor, and then guarded the family for hundreds of years.

The intimidating power of the foundation-building monks has been firmly engraved in the deepest heart of every tribesman.

No one in the Bai family believed this until the patriarch Bai Xianzhong came out to confirm it.

The incidents involving Qilin'er of the Bai family were uncovered one after another and discussed wildly. In the hearts of the younger generation, his status even surpassed that of the patriarch.

“Brother Chen, why didn’t you notify us when you came back? Why didn’t you go out to greet us?”

Bai Xianzhong led several elders of the Bai family to arrive and met at the halfway point of the mountain.

"Why should the clan leader be so polite? We are both members of the Bai clan. We just want to go home and have a look."

Bai Zichen looked at the people behind Bai Xianzhong. Over the past few years, there have been new faces among the elders of the Bai family.

Hong Gu has obviously aged. She could still be considered a middle-aged and beautiful woman at first, but now she has gained weight and wrinkles have appeared on her face.

In addition to uncle Bai Jiuan, there are two new faces in the elder team. They vaguely remember that they were members of the clan in the late stage of Qi Refining.

 “Are there any guests here?”

Bai Zichen saw that behind everyone in the Bai family, there was also a group of monks dressed in completely different clothes.

"Liu An has met Taoist Bai... Taoist friend is gifted by nature and has achieved foundation building at a young age. It has become a good story in Montenegro."

The leading black-faced foundation-building monk came up to greet him, his expression and demeanor were quite respectful.

“They are a family that has recently moved to Montenegro. The Liu family is famous for its weapon refining. Brother Liu An himself is a second-level weapon refiner.”

 Bai Xianzhong explained on the side.

 The newly moved Immortal Cultivation Family has a bad relationship with the original Shangwu Families, and interacts with other Immortal Cultivation families on an equal footing.

 Among them, the Liu family has more contacts with the Mozhubai family. Today, Liu An happened to bring several disciples of the younger generation to Hanxiu Peak for exchange and study.

“It turns out to be Liu Daoyou, whose name I have admired for a long time.”

Bai Zichen has indeed been a famous name for a long time. On the 100th birthday of the leader Wei Dao, he even got a water purification bottle from him as a meeting gift.

 (End of this chapter)