Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 409: Opening up the Spiritual Land (Part )
It was reasonable for Xiuming's hundred men to directly annihilate a group of fire-fanged tree goblins of similar number and strength in one battle.

After all, Mo Wen was afraid that Xiuming, his last disciple, would be in trouble, so he specifically asked him to take out a star-shooting crossbow from the storehouse. With such a spiritual tool, he would be much safer.

Otherwise, even if he could lead this motley crowd to defeat the group of fire-fanged tree goblins, the casualties among the monks would be extremely exaggerated.

Xing Bing was hit by the tree goblin leader with a spiritual wood, causing his internal organs to be dislocated. Not only did his chest ribs collapse, but his back spine was also cracked. No one in the Yunjiao Yi sect had the ability to heal such injuries. Xiuming also used pills, which stabilized Xing Bing's condition.

Just as he was about to arrange for someone to send the latter back to the central army, Xiuming heard Xing Bing's whisper: "Brother, please let me stay. Xing Bing has not achieved any success this time. How can I face the clan leader and fellow disciples after I return?"

"Fellow Daoist Xing, why are you doing this? I have recorded your courageous cultivation in the jade slips word for word. When I meet the elders of your sect, I will explain it clearly to you."

After Xiu Ming said this, he saw that Xing Bing's expression remained unchanged, and he knew that he was determined.

Fortunately, although Xing Bing's injuries were serious, they were not life-threatening, so he just sighed again and summoned a casual cultivator to take care of him.

You Xiaobao, who was still lying on the ground with a salty smell all over his body, sighed when he saw this scene. He thought to himself, "This disciple of Chongming Sect is really amazing. He has received such a serious injury, but he still refuses to leave the battlefield. If I had a choice, who would be willing to continue to stay here and fight for my life?"

Just as You Xiaobao was about to have this thought, he saw General Xiuming walking towards him with a serious expression.

He was slightly stunned, thinking that Xiu Ming was good at reading minds and was going to take care of him.

You Xiaobao had lived with an old casual cultivator who had never made a breakthrough to the middle stage of Qi training since he was a child. He had never seen much in the world, so when he saw Xiu Ming like this, he couldn't help feeling worried.

Unexpectedly, when the latter stepped over, You Xiaobao just sat up and was about to straighten his clothes and bow, Xiuming threw a storage bag to him and said, "You did a good job just now."

You Xiaobao did not dare to slow down in his reaction at this time. He did not know why Xiuming wanted to reward him, but he did not care about him. He hurriedly opened the storage bag under the envious eyes of his comrades around him.

"Wow," You Xiaobao's eyes lit up. One hundred neatly arranged low-grade spirit stones, together with the storage bag, were worth so much that it would probably take the master and disciple ten years of hard work without eating or drinking to collect them all.

You Xiaobao, who had never been very enterprising, suddenly understood Xing Bing's previous actions and thought to himself, "There really are no fools in this world. No wonder my Fire Chief is working so hard. It turns out that it is because of the benevolence of Chongming Sect. No wonder the heroes and heroes from the surrounding counties are willing to come to Master Kang to join them."

Xiuming, who had no time to stay for long, didn't know that You Xiaobao was so ignorant that he couldn't even recognize the decoration and clothes of Qiaogongbao that he was wearing.

Perhaps even if he knew that his actions were a favor to Chongming Sect for nothing, Xiuming would not feel at a disadvantage.

He had just brought two other disciples from Qiaogong Fort to inspect the crossbow string of the Star Shooting Crossbow, applied spiritual ink to the joints, and even left the flower petals of the mouth of the dragon to eat, when he received the message sent from the central army.

The leader said that the two casual cultivators whose internal organs were injured by the four-flower miasma had not been fully rescued, and that the two casual cultivators who were escorting the injured had been sent back in a hurry. Finally, he asked whether the task of annihilating the group of fire-fanged tree goblins in the old site of the Wusha tribe was successful.

Xiuming first put aside the task of counting the spoils and immediately made two copies of the jade slip he had used to record the events. He then took out three colorful black crows from the spirit beast bag and tied a jade slip to each crow's ankle.

After feeding them with the spirit insects, they urged them to set off as soon as possible and bring the news back to the central army.

The Jackdaw Mountains were considered extremely dangerous for such newly qualified carrier birds. The three colorful-browed black crows walked in the dense forests of the valley for a long time. In the end, they only received two of the three jade slips that Xiuming sent back.

Jin Shilun carefully collected the jade slips and took them to the side of several Chongming disciples who were temporarily promoted to clerks. After watching them carefully write and draw for a while, he came to Jiang Qing and said respectfully:
"Third Master, two days have passed. Of the 19 teams sent out, 11 have already completed the military order. Four are in a stalemate, two are asking for help, and there is still two teams that have not received any news.

I don’t know if it was smashed by the monster or blasted apart by itself. My nephew is asking the dragon beast master to use the golden feather owl to check it out. If there is still no discovery, we may have to explore there again.”

"Yeah," Jiang Qing nodded slightly, and after a while, as if he had just remembered, he asked, "Are the casualties serious?"

"Not much, the teams that completed the military order only lost 20% of their troops at most." Jin Shilun frowned slightly after responding, and said, "After all, there are few mistakes or omissions in the information on the map distributed by Master, and Third Uncle did their homework for them beforehand. If we follow the rules, it shouldn't be difficult to complete the military order.

At present, apart from the unexpected appearance of a first-class monster at Brother Xiushi's place, I have never heard of it in other places. Oh, and here, "

Jin Shilun pointed to two places on the map. Those were where the other two teams that had no news were heading to.

"Do you two fellow Taoists have time to go and take a look?" Jiang Qing turned his head and glanced at Li Mingyuan and Ji Yunsheng beside him and asked.

The two were specially selected by the head of Kangda to serve as Jiang Qing's assistants, so how could they refuse? They prepared their military uniforms and each led 100 soldiers to the battlefield.

"Shi Lun, tell the nearby troops of the two rescue teams that the previously agreed base will not be taken for the time being, and saving people is the most important thing. The backup team must be prepared. I'm afraid these two teams have suffered heavy casualties, so be prepared to receive and reorganize them."

After Jiang Qing said this, a look of annoyance appeared between his brows.

He was not a pure reckless man, and he could arrange matters like this in an orderly manner. Normally, he just felt that it was much more comfortable to face the enemy with a sword than to arrange the troops like this.

It must be said that as the time of cultivation got longer, Jiang Qing understood more and more why Taoist Heilu chose to give up his immediate comfort and head alone to the boundless outer sea with an uncertain future.

However, his situation is different from that of Uncle Heilu. Master He is no longer with us, but his two senior brothers Kang Dabao and Yuan Jin still have a long time to live. How can Jiang Qing escape with a clean life?

Putting aside these distracting thoughts, Jiang Qing asked Jin Shilun again: "Have you found any traces of second-level monsters?!"

"Junior Sister Ye wrote back saying that it seemed that she saw a lone second-level monster near the Jiachou military camp abandoned in the Jackdaw Mountains by the Immortal Dynasty. That's where Senior Lu just led his men to help.

She had just won a victory nearby, and was now leading her troops into the military camp to defend and wait for reinforcements. I think with all the spiritual tools ready, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Jiang Qing nodded slightly after hearing what Jin Shilun said. What the latter said was not without reason. A slightly trained team of nearly a hundred cultivators would be difficult to defeat with an ordinary second-level monster.

After all, even second-level spiritual veins are rare in this area, which is enough to show that the second-level monsters that have been lingering on the edge of the Jackdaw Mountains for many years are all insignificant among the same level.

Therefore, even if they are dissatisfied because their homes have been invaded, they should not be able to take on tough tasks.

Jiang Qing calmed down a little and turned to the Chongming disciple who was still writing and drawing and asked, "How is it? Have you counted the quantities?"

"That's all right,"

"Show it to me,"

Chongming Sword Immortal took it and looked through the list one by one, then read: "Three first-class low-grade spiritual mines, one medium-grade spiritual mine, one mixed spiritual fruit forest, two spiritual springs, and one spiritual stream. There are also monster spiritual materials, containing more than three dou six liters and five he of low-grade essence and blood, and medium-grade essence and blood..."

"Well, it seems that it is not enough."

Jiang Qing, who knew the character of the head of Kangda very well, did not think that his own head brother would be happy with such a small gain.

"Order all troops not to shrink back and keep going forward. The Jackdaw Mountains are still very large."

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Time passed quickly. When the Chongming League first entered Jackdaw Mountain, the late rice had just ripened, but now heavy snow was falling inside and outside the mountains.

Mingzhe had temporarily handed over the affairs of the Chongming caravan to another capable junior brother since the beginning of last month, and he and He Degong were working together to transport supplies and wounded soldiers in Chongming market and various battlefields in the Jackdaw Mountains.

Not long after he entered the mountain pass that day, he saw a wisp of white smoke rising from a low peak in front of him. This smoke was not like ordinary white fog, it was very thick, and there was a hint of sweetness in it, which made him curious, and he quickened his pace with the pack animal team.

"Why is Senior Brother Yuan here?!" Mingzhe asked in surprise when he saw that it was Yuan Changsheng, who was supposed to be waiting in the Alchemy Hall, who was here.

"Junior Brother Ming is here?!" Yuan Changsheng is now nearly 40 years old, and has grown into a tall and strong man who looks 70% like Yuan Jin. Although he has a rough face, he has been practicing alchemy with Pei Yi since he was a child, and he is a very elegant person.

After smiling at Mingzhe, he pulled another short and thin Taoist priest beside him to his front, introduced him to Mingzhe and praised him, saying, "This is Cai Keqing, who was just recruited by Baiyi Building. He is an expert in brewing wine. The consumption of various spirit wines on the front line is too high, and it is a waste.

The master suggested that I bring Mr. Cai here with me to open a winemaking workshop with the newly harvested spiritual spring and the fruit forest. Look, the wine steamer that was built just ten days ago can produce wine today."

Yuan Changsheng pointed to the wine steamer that was nearly a meter high beside him, with a look of great joy on his face.

The short and thin Cai Keqing looked like a simple man. When he saw Mingzhe looking at him, he did not dare to say hello. He just bowed as a greeting.

Mingzhe returned the greeting politely and drank the spiritual wine that Yuan Changsheng had sent to bring him.

As soon as he took a sip, Mingzhe sighed in his heart: "As expected, this spirit wine is indeed strong and inferior."

Mingzhe, who was used to drinking high-quality honey wine in the sect, naturally didn't like the taste, but he still praised: "Good wine! Cai Keqing is really talented!"

He has been in the business world for many years, so it is difficult for ordinary people to see through his ability to tell lies with his eyes open. He praised Cai Keqing so much that his face turned red.

Yuan Changsheng, who had been his fellow apprentice for many years, could see what he was thinking. He simply pulled him aside and said with a smile:

"My master is attracted by the fact that the recipe in Cai Keqing's hand uses cheap ingredients. He only uses the lowest quality spiritual rice, the not-so-clear spiritual spring water, and the inferior spiritual fruits that have not been selected to brew enough spiritual wine. If it were any other recipe, it would not be so cost-effective."

Mingzhe understood after hearing this, but he was not very interested in it. He just asked, "Brother Yuan, has the blood shadow leopard that appeared in the Dingyou Mine ten days ago been seen again?"

Yuan Changsheng also sighed after hearing this, and said, "This beast is cunning. Uncle Jiang and several other seniors have come to look for it, but they couldn't find any trace of it. But once there is no foundation to guard it, it will come out to cause trouble in the place."

After he finished speaking, he warned Mingzhe: "Junior brother, you must be careful on the road. This beast has hurt Senior Lu before. Even an ordinary early stage cultivator may not be able to stop him."

Mingzhe responded in a deep voice, feeling a little nervous.

This was because when the Blood Shadow Leopard came out of the mine, the entire mine, including one inner sect disciple, seven outer sect disciples, and twenty or thirty slightly injured volunteers who were serving as mine guards, were all slaughtered.

In the end, only some of the more than a thousand mortal warriors who had just been recruited and had not yet had the chance to go down to the mines managed to survive.

Lu Xingbei, the only foundation-building cultivator who had encountered it head-on, was defeated. A pair of the six ice crystal spears he had just repaired were destroyed, and he himself was almost killed by the leopard's mouth.

Even though there was such a ferocious monster ahead, Mingzhe did not feel any fear in his heart.

After pouring the inspiration that Yuan Changsheng had been trying to promote into the water container and saying goodbye to him briefly, Mingzhe set off again with his team.

In addition to transporting supplies, Mingzhe also had to do his old job as a peddler for Kang Dazhang in various tug-of-war battlefields. After walking and stopping along the way, Mingzhe arrived at Xiuming's position in a few days.

Of the hundred men Xiuming brought at the beginning, half had been killed in the battle, and they were now combined with a group of Pingrong soldiers who had been attacked and killed by a second-level monster and were fleeing.

The group of people were huddled together, in a stalemate with two groups of monsters on the side, and neither side had any way to move forward for the time being.

These casual cultivators who had to hang their heads on their belts every day were so happy to see the supplies coming that they jumped for joy. But as soon as they got closer and looked at the price, a lot of curses came up again:
"Pfft, such inferior wine costs nine spirit stones per bucket, which is almost three times the market price. How is this different from robbery?!!!"

"Not only is the wine of low quality and high price, but even the price of betel nut slices has nearly doubled."

"They, Chongming Zongkang Dabao, made their fortune by selling inferior goods as good ones in their early years. Now they have become wealthy people, but they still do such shameless things."

"Yes, yes, every time you come here, you don't even bring some women with you to entertain yourself."

These independent cultivators and local soldiers face life-and-death battles every day, so it is understandable that they speak rudely and beyond the rules.

Mingzhe took in the whole scene, but he was not panicked, because someone in the crowd also stood up and shouted, "Shut up! How can you have the nerve to make such a fuss here?!"

Mingzhe saw that the person who stood up was a young man with a scar on his face. His cultivation was average, only at the third level of Qi training.

The people around him were naturally dissatisfied when they saw him singing a different tune. Some of them were impatient and wanted to join in a fight, but they were stopped by officers at all levels, led by Xiu Ming.

At this time, the young man with the scar on his face continued to shout:
"You ignorant dogs! It's not like other caravans haven't come here before. Spirit wine and various flower petals and other entertainment items are cheaper, but don't you know the price of pills, instruments, talismans, and formations?!

Have the prices of these most important materials increased higher than yours?! To be fair, I, You Xiaobao, am afraid that the prices are higher than those in many markets! Aren’t you just trying to trick us into not having the time to bargain?! ! "

You Xiaobao's scolding made the people around him stagnate. After all, this logic was easy to understand without much thought.

It goes without saying whether leisure time entertainment is more important or elixirs, weapons and talismans are more urgent on the battlefield.

After being scolded, those with a little conscience felt ashamed, and those with a ruthless heart still didn't care, but as their momentum was down and there were not many people to support them, no one had the courage to shout out again.

Mingzhe and Xiuming were quite satisfied after watching You Xiaobao's performance. This young cultivator from Chongming City was already considered to be of good descent, and with his words and actions today, if he could survive the war, he would have a bright future.

The two of them knew the good intentions of the headmaster Kang, and this time the latter really didn't make much money. Even the most profitable job, the receptionist, was given to several foundation-building specialists of the Hanshan Sect out of consideration for his reputation.

After all, they inherited the most lucrative part of the wealth of Lang Yi, the number one cultivator in Yunjiao Province, and the Yuanyang Hall, a den of brothels spread across several states, happened to be among them.

After all, in this world there are many women who are willing to sell their bodies in exchange for some resources for spiritual practice, so the flower business is not wrong in the eyes of many people.

But what is absolute in this world? Who knows if some dog killers who are blinded by spiritual stones will do something evil and unscrupulous?

Therefore, Chongmingzong has not yet gotten involved in this lucrative and lucrative business.

In this case, the accusations from these casual cultivators are totally unreasonable.

In other words, Mingzhe has experienced a lot now, and his character has improved a lot. If he still has the same young master personality as before, there will be several people in the field who will be cut in half by the flying sword.

The place gradually became quiet. Mingzhe randomly selected a few people to do business with, then pulled Xiuming aside and asked softly, "Brother Shi, do you know where our master is?!"

Xiu Ming nodded and said, "A few days ago, two hundred jin of county and village soldiers were fighting at Lao Ya Mountain, but they were attacked by an iron-feathered bird that came from nowhere and rushed over from behind, crushing them. Jiang Shishu must have gone over to pursue the defeated enemy and take in the defeated soldiers."

"It's on my way, I'll go take a look!"

(End of this chapter)