Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 134: Open up the spiritual land

“Thank you, Elder Bai, for your help. Otherwise, we really don’t know what to do.”

Taoist Zhihe followed him all the way and thanked him over and over again.

 Facing Bai Zichen at close range, he easily killed two iron turtles of the same level in a matter of seconds, which greatly shocked Taoist Zhihe.

If we say before, he was in awe of the name of the elder of Qingfeng Sect and his attitude was respectful.

Now, you are truly convinced and put yourself in the position of a junior, rather than just superficially.

They are both in the early stages of foundation building, but the difference in strength between the two is too big.

Bai Zichen gave Taoist Zhihe a feeling that was more powerful than many of the mid-stage foundation-building seniors he met in other counties.

"Fellow Taoist Zhihe has devoted himself to the great cause of opening up wasteland and opening up new lands for our human monks. He is a person who has made great contributions to Black Mountain... From now on, as long as you follow the rules of Qingfeng Sect, you will naturally be taken care of by the sect."

After Bai Zichen became an elder, he read the statistics on the lay population and monks produced by Qingfeng Sect every ten years.

With the current growth rate of the population and the influx of outside monks, the once-a-hundred-year land reclamation war may have to be shortened to one month in the future to satisfy the skyrocketing number of monks.

If the Qingfeng Sect is willing to relax the conditions for accepting disciples and lead a large number of waste spiritual roots to the path of immortality, the spiritual land and cultivation resources needed will increase exponentially.

 So the cultivating families and casual cultivators who volunteered to participate in the land reclamation war are lucky this time. In the future, the requirements for exchanging land reclamation achievements for spiritual land will only gradually increase.

 “I am sure, I will act in accordance with the instructions of my ancestor from now on.”

Taoist Zhihe looked quite ashamed, thinking that he had almost escaped from the battle before, his ears turned red.

 Fortunately, I am one position behind, so no one will notice me.

"The evil dragon has been killed. Fellow Taoists, stay where you are and wait for reinforcements!"

 A grand old voice spread throughout Feiyue Lake.

 “The overall situation has been decided!”

Bai Zichen flew into the air, and the two Jiedan masters had disappeared from the place where they had disappeared. As expected, the formation had been released.

Although the fighting has not stopped everywhere, everyone knows that the land reclamation war is over.

 The rest is just to clean up the battlefield.

Yang Zhenren threw a golden bowl, which fell from the sky and directly trapped the thousand-year-old turtle in it.

From time to time, there were banging sounds from the golden bowl, but the hill-like golden bowl remained motionless.

Ge Cangzhen's body swayed and appeared above Liang Yu and the other three people. He stretched out his hand towards the Hundred Poison Golden Toad.

 A five-color giant hand appeared, and in the same movement as Ge Cang's real person, it grabbed the Hundred Poison Golden Toad with majestic force.

 Putting his five fingers together, the Hundred Poison Golden Toad instantly became silent.

“Quickly calm down the war. Senior Brother Yang and I will go to the small island in the middle of the lake to take a look.”

Ancestor Ge Cang threw the Hundred Poison Golden Toad into Liang Yu's hand, and after saying a few words, the man turned into a rainbow and flew straight to the small island in the middle of the lake.

 “I will obey my ancestor’s decree.”

Liang Yu glanced at the Hundred Poison Golden Toad. Its belly was still slightly bulging. It seemed that Ancestor Ge Cang only knocked it out and did not kill it directly.

Hurrying out several restraints, he attached two talismans to the Hundred Poison Golden Toad, and put it into the spirit beast bag for the time being.

 Catching a monster alive is several times more difficult than killing it directly.

It's rare to catch the Hundred Poison Golden Toad alive. You must study it carefully after you go back to see if you can squeeze out more value.

"Two junior brothers, we will take action separately to destroy all the second-level monsters as soon as possible."

Liang Yu and the three of them looked at each other, each chose a direction, and returned to the scene.

Three late-stage foundation-building monks were liberated at once, as well as the dragon and tiger warriors came out, and the situation on the field accelerated towards the land reclamation army.

Like a snowball, each second-level monster faced more and more foundation-building monks and was quickly killed.

 When the sun went down in the west and the sunset glow fell on Feiyue Lake, all the auras finally stopped.

There were only occasional exclamations, and everyone rushed forward. It was when they discovered the fish that had slipped through the net, and the magic weapons were all blasted out, and the monster was smashed into a ball of flesh.

 There are specialized monks who carry the bodies of monks who died in battle to the wind shuttle.

 After that, there will be a separate identification process, and their relics and merits will be distributed to the immediate family members.

 Scattered formation flags, filthy blood, and unextinguished flames were burning everywhere.

Due to the use of too many fire talismans, fire spells, and fire magic weapons, nearly half of the land around Feiyue Lake was burned to a crisp.

Many monks looked at the mutilated corpses around them and their fallen companions, and couldn't help but sob uncontrollably.

 The land reclamation war is definitely the one with the heaviest casualties among the monks so far.

“Hey, the spiritual land is good, but you also have to have the life to enjoy it.”

 Zhihe Taoist saw a group of monks, who should be from the same clan, all wearing uniform clothes.

　　Almost everyone is wearing a color. The leader is missing an arm and is leading the tribe to worship their dead compatriots.

 There were more than twenty corpses placed together.

“There are so many people but so little land, so there is nothing we can do... In the vast world of immortal cultivation, human monks really occupy very little territory.”

Bai Zichen sighed, most of the immortal cultivators in the Liang Kingdom were ruthless and unrighteous monks, who would often turn against one another and kill people for a piece of cultivation resources.

 In the final analysis, insufficient resources are to blame.

In addition, all the sects are also in a state of disgrace, and they want to take all the resources into their own hands.

　What goes up and what follows follows, the strong are respected and the interests come first, killing people and seizing treasures, and there are endless treacherous behaviors.

Qingfeng Sect has done slightly better, has a bottom line, and is already a breath of fresh air in the world of immortality cultivation in Liang Kingdom.

Bai Zichen watched corpses being carried onto the Fengxing Shuttle. One member of the Bai family also died.

An old man held the hands of a young monk who had died with a similar face, and refused to let go for a long time. His body was twitching and trembling, and his face was already full of tears.

With pride welling up in his heart, he turned around and said loudly: "I would like to open ten more third-level spiritual veins for the sect to protect thousands of Black Mountain monks... Everyone has a spiritual place for cultivation."

“Elder Bai is very righteous, and Xiaodao is willing to be his lackey. A hundred years from now, Xiaodao may be able to take advantage of it and leave a mark in the history of Heishan County.”

 Zhihe Taoist man bowed down and prostrated himself with indescribable admiration.

Bai Xianzhong showed admiration and pride and said, "Brother Chen can really accomplish this, which is a blessing to the Black Mountain cultivators and ordinary cultivating families."

 If another person said this, he would definitely be regarded as an idiot.

 But Bai Zichen’s current status, coupled with the strong combat power he has shown.

Cultivation genius plus the future sword fairy, two labels hit them. Everyone will only feel that he has a big ambition and his chest is ambitious.

If Bai Zichen can take the position of head of Qingfeng Sect in the future, he is willing to fully promote this idea.

 Coupled with the continuous improvement of Qingfeng Sect's strength, ten third-level spiritual lands are a bit exaggerated, and four or five are not impossible.

Bai Ling followed the clan leader Bai Xianzhong. She had completely distanced herself from the tribesmen of the same age, and there was no place for her to speak here.

 It is a bit funny to think about it now that I had the idea of ​​competing with Bai Zichen in the clan.

She has just broken through to the late stage of Qi refining, and Bai Zichen has already become a foundation-building senior, one with a promising future.

 In the land reclamation war, if Bai Zichen had not arrived in time, the Bai family would have suffered heavy casualties.

Now the Xiuxian family that is crying and mourning will be added to the Mozhubai family.

“Open ten third-level spiritual lands so that all Black Mountain monks can have a home…”

Bai Ling looked at Bai Zichen's back illuminated by the sunset in a daze, feeling so tall.

 She had never heard such bold words from other monks before.

 Everyone’s ambition is to achieve success and build the foundation, and they hope to achieve the true form of elixir.

 …

In the Battle of Feiyue Lake, the approximate casualty statistics have been released.

The Qi Refining monks suffered more than 900 casualties, including more than 130 sect disciples, nearly 300 family monks, and more than 500 casual practitioners.

 Six Foundation Establishment monks died, one sect elder, three Foundation Establishment family members, and two Foundation Establishment casual cultivators.

“What, Senior Brother Zhang died?”

Bai Zichen was inexplicably shocked. He did not expect that the only deceased elder in the sect was actually Senior Brother Zhang, who was familiar with him.

 As soon as he arrived at the temporary assembly point of the sect elders, he received this shocking news.

“After Master Zhang cooperated with the battle formation to kill a water snake, he was attacked by a venomous scorpion hiding in the dark. We were unable to rescue him... We immediately took poison-removing elixirs, but we still couldn’t save him.”

This deacon was trembling in fear below the stage. Senior Brother Zhang was attacked and decapitated by a dragon, and the war was coming to an end.

 Died at this point in time, it can only be said that time is also destiny.

Liang Yu strode closer, lifted up the white cloth, and revealed the body of Senior Brother Zhang.

 There is a round hole on the forehead, with black markings spreading out to all sides.

“He didn’t die from scorpion poison, but a needle pierced his skull and his soul was destroyed...”

Liang Yu gently turned Senior Brother Zhang’s head over, and there was also a round hole between the bun on the back of his head.

The poisonous scorpion stabbed directly through the head. When the poison entered the body, Senior Brother Zhang was already dead.

 “Where’s the poisonous scorpion?”

“It disappeared after a few flashes. Judging from the direction of escape, it should be leaving Feiyue Lake.”

“It turns out that in Feiyue Lake, there are not only the thousand-year-old turtle and the hundred-poison golden toad in the second-level peak monsters, but there is also a third one hiding in the dark..."

Liang Yu looked desolate. A fellow disciple who had worked with him for nearly a hundred years and had been doing his best in the law enforcement hall left like this, which made his mood fluctuate.

 “Pass the order and strengthen vigilance everywhere to prevent the evil beasts from secretly attacking.”

“In addition, I have collected Junior Brother Zhang’s body, and I will personally mourn him after he returns to the sect... None of his relics and the sect’s contribution are allowed to be moved. I will find the descendants of his family and then distribute them.”

Since the poisonous scorpion at the second level has escaped, there is little chance of him coming back.

However, there must still be hidden second-level monsters in the entire body of Feiyue Lake that have not been forced out of the lake by the Demon Locking God's Fire Drum.

“Yes, there is a corresponding honor for dying for the sect... Among the descendants of the Zhang family, if there are qualified people worthy of good fortune, they can be given a place as an inner disciple.”

The head of the gate, Wei Dao, was also nearby, with a pale complexion. It was a huge load for him to activate the medium-grade magic weapon of the Demon Locking God Fire Drum, even with an endless supply of high-grade spiritual stones to help him.

 After briefly searching Feiyue Lake, Ancestor Ge Cang has returned to the mountain gate.

Then it’s not that important whether he, the leader, needs to rush back.

Bai Zichen was filled with emotion as he looked at Senior Brother Zhang who was covered with white cloth again and carried down.

One day ago, the two of them were talking side by side on the way to Feiyue Lake, but now they are separated by yin and yang.

 (End of this chapter)