Bringing the farm to another world

Upon hearing what the God of Jealousy said, Yang Qingyu was taken aback. Then his eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "Alright, then I will go and preach to them."

"If you are successful in converting them, they will become your priests, and all of them will be loyal to you and will never betray you."

Yang Qingyu responded, and the next moment his consciousness left that space and returned to his body. As soon as his consciousness returned to his body, he immediately opened his eyes, then let out a long breath, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He was really happy, at least he had found a way to save those civilians.

Yang Qingyu hadn't considered the meaning of the God of Jealousy's last words to him—that those people would be loyal to him—nor did he delve into it. His only thought was to save the villagers. So he deactivated his defensive array, left the cave, and flew into the sky. This time, he didn't fly aimlessly but went straight back to the village he had previously saved. Fortunately, he hadn't flown far and quickly returned. The villagers were now running up the mountain, but their movements were quite obvious to Yang Qingyu. Seeing their actions, Yang Qingyu couldn't help but smile wryly. He knew they wanted to seek refuge in the mountains, but even if they hid there, they couldn't escape the eyes of those flying overhead; they could still find them.

Yang Qingyu flew directly above the villager, then looked at the villagers and said, "Stop running and listen to me."

The villagers also saw Yang Qingyu. They recognized him and immediately knelt down to kowtow to him. Yang Qingyu slowly lowered his height and finally landed in front of the villagers. He said to them, "Don't run anymore. Running like this is useless. Even if you hide in the mountains, you can't escape the eyes of the sky."

Upon hearing Yang Qingyu's words, the villagers' faces completely changed, turning ashen. At this moment, an elderly villager kowtowed to Yang Qingyu and said, "Benefactor, please leave. This may be our fate." The other villagers all had the same expression.

Looking at their expressions, Yang Qingyu continued, "I can teach you cultivation, and even improve your cultivation level in a short time, but you must believe in my god. Are you willing?"

The villagers were all stunned by Yang Qingyu's words, but then their faces lit up with joy. This was great news for them, and of course they were willing. So all the villagers kowtowed to Yang Qingyu, and the leading old man said, "We are willing, we are willing."

Yang Qingyu nodded and said, "Alright, if you're willing, then come back to your village with me. I'll stay there and watch over you. Let's go."

The villagers hesitated for a moment, but in the end they followed Yang Qingyu back to the village. As soon as they got back, Yang Qingyu pushed down a big tree by the roadside and then carved a statue of the God of Jealousy. The statue was very big, more than ten feet tall.

He then placed the statue in the village's threshing ground and said to the villagers, "This is the god of jealousy. If you believe in the god of jealousy, your cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and soon you will have the power to protect yourself. Now come with me to worship the god of jealousy."

Although the villagers found the name of the God of Jealousy a bit strange, they had no other choice. Yang Qingyu was their last straw before they were about to drown, so naturally they would do whatever Yang Qingyu said. They all bowed three times to the God of Jealousy.

After they finished their prayers, Yang Qingyu looked at everyone and said, "Now, you are followers of the God of Jealousy. I will teach you cultivation methods. You were all peripheral disciples of the Wu Gou Sect before, so you should have learned cultivation techniques, right? Any technique will do."

Everyone nodded, and Yang Qingyu continued, "That's good. Now I'll teach you how to cultivate. You all know what jealousy means, right?"

The villagers weren't fools; they certainly knew what jealousy meant. Yang Qingyu nodded and said, "Good that you know. Now, you all need to think of something that makes you jealous. Everyone should think of something that makes you jealous. How about it? Can you do it?"

The villagers looked at each other, and finally nodded. Of course they could do it. There were so many things in this world that they were envious of, but they had never thought of connecting this matter with cultivation.

Yang Qingyu looked at them and then said, "Alright, start thinking now. Sit down and think. Remember, the more you think, the better. When you think about things you're jealous of, you're accumulating jealousy power, and this jealousy power can help you cultivate."

The villagers all responded, then sat down one by one and began to recall the things that made them envious. They lived at the very bottom of society, and there were simply too many things that made them envious.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, at which point Yang Qingyu spoke up: "Alright, let's stop."

Everyone opened their eyes and looked at Yang Qingyu. Yang Qingyu looked at them and then said, "Now you can start cultivating. Don't worry, I'll protect you here." The villagers responded and then all sat down cross-legged to begin cultivating. They had all cultivated before, so they were very familiar with how to cultivate.

Soon the villagers entered that space, and they saw the statue. The statue immediately gave them a reward that increased their cultivation speed, and then they came out of that space.

The villagers had too little jealousy, so they were not qualified to choose the reward; the god of jealousy simply gave them the reward.

After receiving the rewards, the villagers did not stop their cultivation. They also discovered the benefits of the rewards. Their cultivation this time was equivalent to a month's worth of cultivation in the past. So when they opened their eyes after this cultivation, their eyes were full of excitement.

Yang Qingyu then looked at the villagers and asked, "How do you feel?"

All the villagers stood up, and then the old man who was leading them bowed to Yang Qingyu and said, "Reporting to Da Kong, we feel better than ever before. This cultivation session is equivalent to dozens of our previous cultivation sessions. Thank you for teaching us this cultivation method, sir."

Yang Qingyu nodded and said, "Good, it's good that you've learned it. From now on, you can use this method to cultivate. I will leave after one of you becomes a Qi-level cultivator."

Upon hearing Yang Qingyu's words, the villagers' expressions all changed. Then, they all knelt down with a thud. The old man who was leading them kowtowed to Yang Qingyu and said, "Sir, please don't leave. We are willing to serve you as our master. Please don't leave, sir."

His words startled Yang Qingyu, who then said, "I didn't say I'd leave now. I said I'd leave after you've developed the ability to protect yourselves."

The villagers remained kneeling, silent. Yang Qingyu, seeing their expressions, could only helplessly say, "Alright, get up first. I won't leave. Get up and focus on your cultivation." The villagers stood up, bowed to Yang Qingyu, and then sat down again, lost in thought about the things that made them envious. Looking at the villagers, Yang Qingyu felt a strange sensation. These villagers needed him, and he liked this feeling; it was even better than when he was in the Yang family.

Yang Qingyu didn't know why he thought that way, but he really liked this feeling. It was a pity, though, because he was still a member of the Yang family and would have to return to the Shangyang Sect in the future.

They continued like this until evening, when everyone finally returned to their homes. They prepared a clean room for Yang Qingyu to rest in, but Yang Qingyu didn't seem to mind and simply rested in the room.

The next morning, Yang Qingyu got up early and began his cultivation. But when Yang Qingyu's consciousness entered that space, he heard the statue speak: "You have spread the teachings and made more people believe in the God of Jealousy. What reward do you want?"

Yang Qingyu was taken aback. He hadn't expected there to be a reward for this. He immediately said, "I want to improve my strength."

"Agreed!" The God of Jealousy answered with a single word. Yang Qingyu then felt his consciousness return to his body. The next moment, countless streams of spiritual energy surged into his body. To his surprise, he found that the reward he received this time was greater than any before. This was something Yang Qingyu had never expected. He felt that if he continued like this, it wouldn't be long before he could improve his strength again. He was already a Royal Palace-level expert. If his strength improved again in a short time, he would become a Royal City-level expert. Such an expert would be considered among the top experts in any sect, and might even be capable of founding his own sect.

So Yang Qingyu calculated that if he continued to receive so many rewards, he could reach the Royal City level in just a few months, and then he could truly dominate the region.

Thinking of this, a thought stirred within him, but he suppressed it, focusing on completing his cultivation. Once finished, Yang Qingyu immediately stood up and left the room. He glanced around, his eyes growing increasingly bright. The Wu Gou Sect continent was currently a no-man's-land, teeming with countless ordinary people being bullied. If he protected them at this time, and simultaneously preached among them, leading them to believe in the God of Jealousy, how much reward would he receive? Perhaps he could instantly become a King-level expert? Most importantly, if he truly controlled all the ordinary people here, could he establish his own power base?

No man could resist such temptation. At this moment, Yang Qingyu was truly captivated. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have a significant role to play here. But should he tell his family about this? He was conflicted. (End of Chapter)