I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 427 Conflict
Just now outside, through the distorted light curtain, he clearly saw that there should be a mountain shaped like five fingers, but now there is no mountain shaped like five fingers, there is only a plain and rolling mountains in the distance.

The flying boat is now located above a city built on a plain.

The city looked relatively new and not very large, and was obviously built temporarily.

On the city walls, monks patrolled and looked out in the distance to monitor the surroundings.

There are hundreds of cultivators building construction projects around the city in order to create a bigger city and set up a more powerful formation.

There was a constant stream of people coming in and out of the city.

Standing on the flying boat, Xia Daoming also saw many cultivators moving around on the land outside the city.

Some were wielding black gold hoes to dig on the ground, while others were carrying hoes into cracks in the ground or mine entrances.

There was an overseer holding a long whip, scanning the working monks with his eyes as sharp as a knife.

This Saha world, which is totally unsuitable for human practice and life, is actually bustling with activity!

Xia Daoming raised his eyes and looked around, a vortex of golden light swirled in the depths of his eyes.

His gaze went further afield.

There are actually several similar cities scattered there.

Outside the city, there was also a bustling scene.

"There are now eight strongholds built in this area leading into the Baihong Island passage. This is the first stronghold. You will all get off the flying boat here, and someone will take you to your respective strongholds." The Chixiao Sect disciple on the flying boat glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice.

Everyone got on the flying boat as instructed.

Sure enough, as soon as everyone got off the flying boat, a receptionist came up to lead them into the city.

When Xia Daoming followed the reception staff into the city, he saw three people in the city boarding the flying boat one after another. Then the runes on the flying boat flashed, and it slowly drilled into the small crack in the air, slowly stretching it open and squeezing in.

The city has a formation protection shield that keeps the disorderly forces out.

So compared to the outside world, everything inside the city is no different from the outside world except that the spiritual energy is thin.

Inside the city, spiritual awareness is not much restricted.

Xia Daoming quickly sensed the auras of two late Nascent Soul cultivators and six early and middle Nascent Soul cultivators. He felt awe-inspiring and tried his best to restrain his aura.

"Fellow Daoist, why is the scene here different from what I saw outside?" Xia Daoming asked puzzledly as he followed the receptionist into the city.

When the receptionist saw that it was a late Jindan cultivator who asked him questions, he did not dare to be negligent.

"The ruins of Saha was originally sealed into the void by the supreme magical power of the ancient great power, which used a mustard seed to contain Mount Sumeru. It is only because the sealing power has dissipated and the seal has loosened that the ruins of Saha has emerged from the void.

But even so, the twisted light curtain and the runes on it that linger around the Saha Ruins still contain mysterious spatial mysteries. When the flying boat passes through the twisted light curtain, space teleportation actually occurs, so the place you come out is not the place you see outside. "The receptionist explained.

"So, people from other places in the outside world may also be sent to this area, or nearby areas, through the distorted light curtain, and it has nothing to do with their distance from our Baihong Island in the outside world!" Xia Daoming's face changed slightly when he heard this.

"That's right! So we have to build a city stronghold in the area where the Pure Land Mine was discovered and send heavy troops to garrison. The main purpose is to prevent other forces from spreading to this area or nearby areas from other places."

"So that's how it is. Thank you for telling me." Xia Daoming expressed his relief and thanked him.

Soon, Xia Daoming and the ten monks who were on the same boat as him boarded a pitch-black flying boat.

The environment in Saha Ruins is harsh. It is extremely dangerous for cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage to fly with treasure here. In addition, due to the influence of the laws, chaotic energy, and turbulent space here, even for Nascent Soul cultivators, the flying speed is very slow. Unless it is an emergency, they generally will not fly with treasure.

The Chixiao Sect equipped each base with a special flying boat specifically for transporting personnel and supplies.

This boat is slow, but it is sturdy.

The flying boat set out from the first stronghold city of Baihong Island, changing direction from time to time, and flew about five hundred miles before arriving at the city named the sixth stronghold.

As soon as the flying boat entered the sixth stronghold, Xia Daoming sensed the auras of two Nascent Soul cultivators.

One is in the early stage of Yuanying, and the other is in the middle stage of Yuanying.

This made Xia Daoming feel a little more relaxed.

Xia Daoming was first taken to the mission hall.

There are special people who assign tasks to newcomers.

Xia Daoming explicitly proposed to join the people from Qinglian Island.

Originally, people who entered the task hall could only follow assignments and were not eligible to choose tasks.

But Xia Daoming was a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, and Qinglian Island was also a considerable mining force here, so the staff did not dare to put on too much airs and ordered someone to report to the person in charge of Xuanfu Sect here.

Not long after, Xia Daoming was brought into a hall.

In the main hall, a fat Yuanying cultivator was lying on the Biyou bed, and a beautiful mermaid was gently tapping his short and fat calves.

"You are Xia Daoming, the newcomer to Qinglian Island. I heard that you insisted on joining the people from Qinglian Island. If everyone is like you, choosing their own missions and teams, then where are the rules?"

When the fat monk saw Xia Daoming coming in, he didn't sit up, but just opened his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and spoke slowly, but a strong Nascent Soul aura emanated from his body, pressing towards Xia Daoming. "I don't know what I should do to make you agree?" Xia Daoming said neither servilely nor arrogantly.

"No wonder you can cultivate to the late stage of Jindan, you are quite courageous! How about this, if you promise to hand over a jar of pure land within one year, I will agree to your request. Of course, if you fail to complete the task, there will be punishment!" Upon hearing this, the fat monk slowly sat up, and his aura became more powerful and majestic.

"Okay!" Xia Daoming said without thinking, but he smiled coldly in his heart. He was already thinking that when he found the right opportunity one day, he would definitely kill the fat monk in front of him.

It would be fine if they forcibly recruited the troops of external forces to work as slaves in the most difficult environment, but they took the initiative to come all the way to work as slaves and replace an elder of the Xuanfu Sect, just to reunite with their relatives and fellow disciples, but they actually put on airs and took the opportunity to increase the workload.
It's so cruel and vicious!
"In that case, then go ahead!" The fat monk waved his hand, then slowly lay back down, with a hint of complacency on the corner of his mouth.

One hundred and sixty miles away from the sixth stronghold city, there was a small and simple village built on the hillside of a valley.

Except for the building on the high ground in the center of the village which is a bit more imposing, the other twenty or so houses are very simple, just made of some stones.

There were flags planted around the stronghold, and a light shield fell down to cover the stronghold.

Not only is the light shield low, making people feel depressed when living inside, but it also shakes from time to time, as if it would be overwhelmed by the chaotic energy here at any time.

Below the mountain village, in the valley, a group of monks were wielding black gold hoes, busy and laboriously digging the ground covered with black blood clots, while some others were constantly transporting soil and rocks out of the underground mines.

Those people all looked tired, with faint black hairs appearing on the skin of their arms.

Several fake Dan monks wearing Xuan Fu Sect uniforms stood around the construction site.

They all held a long whip in their hands, and if they saw someone being slow or stopping to rest, they would whip them.

On the tower in the center of the village stood three Jindan monks wearing the uniforms of Xuanfu Sect.

The bald monk in the middle is in the late Jindan stage, and the other two are in the early Jindan stage and the middle Jindan stage.

The three of them looked down from above at the monks who were working hard below.

"Humph, it's been five days, and we've only made a small jar of pure soil. At this rate, we can only exceed half of the task this month! Last month, the people of Qinglian Island exceeded the task by twice!
Do they think they can slack off this month because they exceeded their targets last month? I will step up my supervision and urge them to do their best. Those who slack off will be severely punished!"

The bald monk weighed a small jar in his hand as he spoke, a fierce look on his face.

"Crack! Crack!"

As the bald monk spoke, the sound of whips lashing could be heard in the valley.

Several Qingyuan Sect disciples were beaten to the point of rolling on the ground, their bodies covered in torn flesh.

After being whipped twice, a fake female monk suddenly fell to the ground, her body twitching continuously, and a trace of black air climbed up her face, which originally looked quite charming.

The wisps of black energy transformed into ferocious and terrifying phantoms of demons on her face, as if they were bloodthirsty and cannibalistic.

"Uncle Wan!"

"Ten thousand guardians!"

"Senior Sister Wan!"

The Qingyuan Sect disciples who were working on the ground exclaimed when they saw this and wanted to rush up.

It turned out that the woman who fell to the ground was Wan Yan, one of Zuo Dongge's registered disciples.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Don't you have to work? All of you, go back to work!" Upon seeing this, the supervisor, the fake Dan monk, immediately swung his whip and started whipping the crowd without any reason.

Those who were working on the ground were basically late foundation building and perfect cultivators. Facing the crazy beating of the fake dan cultivators, as well as the cold gazes and powerful aura of the three golden dan cultivators on the village building, they were all furious and wanted to use their magic weapons to fight back, but in the end they knew that if they fought back, not only would they definitely not survive, but they would also drag down the golden dan elders.

With no other options, they could only grit their teeth, standing there humiliated and stubbornly, allowing themselves to be beaten, silently expressing their protest.

"What are you doing? Do you want to rebel? Do you want to die?" The supervising fake Dan monks roared angrily upon seeing this and whipped them even more frantically.

Soon, another person fell to the ground, his body twitching, and his face was also covered with faint black lines.

"Get up for me!" When a fake Dan cultivator saw a Qingyuan Sect disciple suddenly fall to the ground, he not only did not stop, but instead shouted loudly and raised the whip in his hand high and lashed down.

At this moment, a figure rushed out from the entrance of a mine more than ten feet away.

"Snapped!"

The fake Dan monk's whip was grabbed by a woman who ran out of the mine, looking haggard but still unable to hide her delicate and elegant temperament.

The woman's face was icy and her hands trembled. She not only snatched the whip in one go, but also knocked the fake Dan monk to the ground.

"Elder Liu!"

"Uncle Liu!"

When everyone saw this woman appear, they all looked excited.

This woman was none other than Xia Daoming's beloved wife Liu Qiaolian.

Liu Qiao Lian nodded to everyone, then looked up at the three Jindan monks standing on the village building.

Their eyes were cold and murderous aura surged from them.

(End of this chapter)