Natural Fairy Species Chapter 113

  Chapter 113 Returning to the family

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

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

   So far, the advantages and disadvantages of the two locations are very clear.

  The former is radical and the latter is conservative.

   "What does Junior Brother Bai think about this?"

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

   "I have little experience, and I haven't even been to the depths of the Black Mountain... What do you think, just listen to the insights of a few senior brothers."

  Bai Zichen shook his head.

  In his opinion, since the two patriarchs did not directly designate the targets of the wasteland reclamation war, it means that they both knew well that the third-tier demon kings of Feiyue Lake and Qingniu Valley were within the scope of their response.

   After all, no matter how lively the previous fight was, when the final decision was made, the real person Jiedan still needed to make a move.

   Let the foundation-building monks deal with the third-tier demon king, that would be a life-threatening heap.

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

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

  Moreover, Liang Yu who proposed Feiyue Lake showed kindness to himself before the foundation was established, and Pei Dongyong, who had an inseparable relationship with him, even gave him a spiritual weapon.

  The elders of the alchemy hall and the hall of talisman, Bai Zichen didn't even recognize them all.

  If you really let him choose, what else do you need to say?

   "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, Shuwutang is under too much pressure."

  Gu Xisheng expressed his point of view, but the reason for his choice was extremely unpopular, and none of the elders mentioned it.

   "We wiped out monsters all the way, and after the army reached Qingniu Valley, it doesn't mean that the original spiritual lands will be vacant, and other monsters will come to occupy them soon."

"The third-tier monster king, plus dozens of second-tier one-horned kui oxen, it is normal for the final battle to last for several months. With such a huge team of monks, the daily consumption of spiritual rice, talismans, elixirs, and damaged magic weapons , array flag maintenance, treatment of injured monks...Unless I arrange a few foundation-building monks for me, and bring a large number of storage bags for supply work, logistics will become a big problem.”

  Gu Xisheng's face was serious, obviously he had considered this matter long ago.

   "The previous land reclamation war was not far from the Zongmen's main mountain. This problem was not prominent. Compared with Qingniu Valley, Feiyue Lake is at least a thousand miles closer, which can greatly reduce the logistical pressure."

   "Brother Gu, have you reported this to the head?"

  Bai Zichen's eyes were wide open. The general affairs elder looked tactful, but he didn't expect to have extraordinary insight.

   "I mentioned it earlier, the head only said to deploy more forces when the time comes, and set up stations along the way to protect the logistics team..."

  Gu Xisheng sighed, Shuwutang disciples are definitely not weaker than others in terms of ability to handle things, but if they are stronger than strength, they can't do anything.

   "Okay, since everyone has their own reasons, let's vote with all the elders."

   Wei Dao saw the elders on both sides fighting each other, and there was already a smell of gunpowder, so he rang the jade pan again.

  Every elder's token has two lines of words 'Feiyue Lake' and 'Green Cow Valley' appearing on it. Just tap one of them to count as a vote.

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

  Lan Hong followed Gu Xisheng to choose, and also pressed towards 'Feiyue Lake'.

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

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

  In an instant, all the elders had voted.

   Wei Dao looked at the results, his expression was normal, and he said: "All the 29 people present have voted, 16 votes to 13 votes, Feiyue Lake wins."

   Not to mention that the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall in the arena showed joy, the elders of the Alchemy Hall and the Fudian Hall were indignant, and Wei Dao had written the results to the ancestor of the alchemy.

   "Old Ancestor Yang wrote in hand, open up Feiyue Lake, yes!"

  After a stick of incense, a flying script talisman carried Old Ancestor Yang's handwritten letter to the Patriarch Hall, on which was left the opinion of Master Jiedan on the result of the elders' collegial meeting.

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

   "Issuing a wasteland reclamation order to all the monks in Heishan County. The goal of this land reclamation war is Feiyue Lake... along the way, there are seven second-tier spiritual sites and fourteen first-tier spiritual sites. The Qingfengmen will not take any money, and give them according to their contribution after the war."

   "For all the listed Xiuxian families, in the first stage, each family will send out 20 people, and each family of Xiuxian family will send out 10 people. The team will be led by a monk who established the foundation. The more the better... Loose cultivators are welcome to sign up, as long as they make contributions, they will not hesitate to reward."

   "The Hall of Law Enforcement formed the first batch of land reclamation war teams, with a period of three months, to train disciples to cooperate in battle..."

   "The Shuwutang will make a list of the resources needed for the land reclamation war within three years, and at the same time prepare the first batch of materials thoroughly..."

   "Alchemy Hall, Artifact Hall, Talisman Hall, stop all the tasks in hand, and arrange the refining tasks according to the list given by Shuwutang..."

   "Brothers, since the goal has been set, let's put aside our past suspicions and go hand in hand... Take Feiyue Lake and add another third-order spiritual vein to my Qingfengmen!"

  All the elders bowed and saluted together.

  After all the tasks were assigned, the big battle was approaching, and these elders were in a hurry.

  The head of the door, Wei Dao, specially kept Bai Zichen and Lan Hong for a while, to reassure them to practice with peace of mind.

  Because of the newly promoted foundation establishment, they will not be recruited in the early stage of the war, so that they have enough time to familiarize themselves with the strength of the foundation establishment period and prepare spiritual weapons.

   "I will go out in three months, but the monsters ahead are easy to deal with, but there are too many annoying... According to the brother of the head, when it is my turn to send the mission, it will be a year later."

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

  Bai Zichen could only keep talking and dare not.

  When he entered the Qingfeng Sect, one of Bai Zichen's goals was to become a direct disciple of the head of the sect, and Mo Changfeng was jealous because of this.

  Who would have thought that a few years later, Bai Zichen would already be the elder of Establishing the Foundation, and Mo Changfeng would become a wisp of dead soul in the Black Mountain.

   "Senior Brother Peng left in a hurry, and was going to urgently refine a batch of low-level one-time magical artifacts... Nothing to do, let's go back to the family first, it has been out for so many years."

  Bai Zichen rides on the white cloud cap with colorful patterns, and after leaving the mountain gate, he flies to the place where he grew up when he was young.

  In addition to visiting his relatives, he also had to communicate with the patriarch Bai Xianzhong about the wasteland war.

   "It's exactly the same as when I left..."

  With the flying speed of the white cloud cape with colorful patterns, Bai Zichen sat on it and thought about his future training plan, and arrived at the destination in a blink of an eye.

  When Han Xiufeng appeared in his line of sight, a complex emotion appeared inexplicably.

   "Any senior who comes to visit, please drop the magic weapon, and after the name is passed on, the younger generation will pass it on to the clan."

  The two monks of the Bai family who were on duty saw a flying spiritual weapon appear. Even if they couldn't tell the difference between the spiritual weapon and the magical weapon, they could infer that the coming person had a good cultivation level just by looking at the flying speed.

   Hastily 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 I make an appointment with..."

  In recent years, the number of new monks who have moved into Montenegro has increased greatly, and casual cultivators often appear nearby, and some people even occupy several hilltops.

  The Bai family can only ensure that the few hills around Hanxiu Peak will not be taken by people, and they will be unable to control it further away.

  One of the monks of the Bai family was still talking there by himself, but he was pulled by his sleeve by the tribe next to him, only to realize that something was wrong.

  The young man who got off the flying spirit weapon is so similar to the legendary figure in the family.

   "Brother Chen?"

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

  Bai Zichen nodded slightly, these people still have some impressions, there are not many people in the Bai family.

  Even when he was in the family, he couldn't practice all the year round, and he seldom interacted with the clansmen.

   "Oh my god, Brother Chen is really back... I should call you the Patriarch of Foundation Establishment..."

   Several monks of the Bai family were in a hurry, overwhelmed with excitement, and hurriedly gave way to the road up the mountain.

  Bai Zichen walked on this familiar mountain path, and even the scenery on both sides was similar to that of the past: "We are all clansmen, so there is no need to be so formal."

  Although this is the case, how can the Bai family members take this seriously.

  After the news of Bai Zichen's success in building the foundation came back to the Bai family, the first reaction of the clansmen was whether the news was wrong?

   Obviously only went to Qingfengmen for a few years, how could it be so easy to build a foundation.

  Every patriarch has gone through untold hardships to become the ancestor of the foundation, and then guard the family for hundreds of years.

  The deterrent power of the foundation-building monks has been firmly engraved in the deepest part of every clansman's heart.

   It wasn't until the patriarch Bai Xianzhong personally came out to confirm that the Bai family believed it.

  The incidents of the unicorn of the Bai family were revealed one after another, and they were discussed wildly, and their status in the hearts of the younger generation even surpassed that of the patriarch.

   "Brother Chen, why didn't you notify us when you came back, and you didn't even go out to greet us."

  Bai Xianzhong led several elders of the Bai family to arrive together, and met in the middle of the mountain.

   "Why does the patriarch need to be so polite, he is also a member of the Bai clan, just go home and have a look."

  Bai Zichen looked at the people behind Bai Xianzhong. After several years, there were new faces among the elders of the Bai family.

   Aunt Hong is obviously old. She was still considered a middle-aged beauty back then, but now she is fat and has wrinkles on her face.

  Besides uncle Bai Jiu'an, there are two new faces in the elder team, who vaguely remember that they were members of the clan in the late stage of Qi refining.

   "Is there any guest here?"

  Bai Zichen saw behind the members of the Bai family, followed by a group of monks in completely different clothes.

   "Liu An has met Fellow Daoist Bai... Fellow Daoist's natural talents, and his achievements in building a foundation at a young age, have been passed down as a good story in Montenegro."

  The leading black-faced Foundation Establishment cultivator came up to salute, with a respectful look and demeanor.

   "It's a family that has just moved to Montenegro. The Liu family is famous for its weapon refining. Brother Liu An himself is a second-level weapon refining master."

  Bai Xianzhong explained on the side.

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

  Among them, the Liu family has more contacts with the Mo Zhubai family. Today, Liu An happened to bring a few younger disciples to Hanxiu Peak to exchange and study.

   "It turned out to be Liu Daoyou, who has admired his name for a long time."

  Bai Zichen has indeed admired his great name for a long time. On the 100th birthday of the head of Wei Dao, he even got him a water purification bottle magic weapon as a meeting gift.

  (end of this chapter)

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