After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 239 Paper Horse Boundary Marker
Two weeks before the Global Cultivator Competition, participating teams and candidate teams selected from various countries were picked up by a special plane sent by China and transported directly to Lingcheng Airport.

They were then escorted by a private car to the village of practitioners at the foot of Yunwu Mountain in Yuanshan Ancient Town.

The original site of the Practitioner Village was actually the pig farm that Song Miaozhu had bought before.

After the ghost shops in the underworld stopped reselling goods from the living world, the pig farms used as warehouses were left completely idle.

When the Spirit Investigation Bureau was selecting a site around Cloud Mist Mountain to build a village for practitioners, Song Miaozhu sold her pig farm.

The Global Practitioners Competition has no offline audience seats. The competition is broadcast live globally. Apart from the judging panel, other foreign visitors are not allowed to come to China to watch the competition.

A series of restrictions were also imposed on the participants and judges. They could only live in the cultivator village, and they needed to report when leaving the village. They were prohibited from absorbing spiritual energy and cultivating outside the village, and they were prohibited from trespassing on private territory. If they violated these restrictions, they would bear all the consequences.

It can be said that only within the training village and the competition venue are participants and judges protected by the competition.

Even so, the ancient town of Yuanshan, which is near the competition venue, has become visibly lively.

Not only do many Chinese tourists come to the town, but also many participants from the competition teams come to visit.

Although each country can only send one five-person team, there are a large number of substitutes and people accompanying and taking care of the participants, all of whom are cultivators.

Recently, whenever Song Miaozhu looked down at the ancient town from the old locust tree, she could often see unfamiliar faces wandering around, but so far no one dared to step into the misty Xiaozhu Mountain.

This disappointed Song Miaozhu. She had been preparing for a long time to deal with the foreigners' probing, and she also wanted to use them to test the paper offerings she had made on Xiaozhushan Mountain.

Not long after the ancient town of Yuanshan became bustling, it was greeted by a surge of spiritual energy.

This time, the amount of spiritual energy gushing out in Yuanshan Ancient Town and Yunwu Mountain area has increased significantly.

As usual, Song Miaozhu made paper offerings to attract spiritual energy. Before long, a little paper servant reminded her that someone had entered the mountain, and not just one or two people.

She glanced at it briefly, and wow, weren't these the substitute players from the participating teams?
Korea, Japan, the United States... America, Song Miaozhu counted them one by one, only the Chinese Bureau of Investigation did not send anyone.

Song Miaozhu also had her own spies and informants in the cultivator village, so she knew exactly who came.

These people worked in pairs, ignoring the unpowered surveillance cameras, and climbed over the barbed wire fence, but they hadn't yet ventured deep into the mountains.

No wonder there was no action a few days ago; she thought she had been judging others by her own petty standards!

It turns out they had already planned to come and challenge the mountain when the spiritual energy tide was at its peak.

At this time, the locals were busy cultivating and attracting spiritual energy, and had no time to pay attention to them.

Asking Song Miaozhu to give up this spiritual energy tide and focus on dealing with them would be a real loss for her; it wouldn't be worth it.

However, she has confidence in her paper effigies.

They directly instructed the paper servants to secretly monitor the movements of these people, and kept the paper soldiers on standby. Once the other paper figures could not deal with them, they sent the paper soldiers to beat them up.

In short, once these people arrive, they're not going anywhere.

After making the arrangements, Song Miaozhu began her cultivation with peace of mind.

Now that she has reached the ninth level of the Yellow Spirit Realm, her spiritual energy attraction is several times greater than that of all the cultivators in the entire town.

Spiritual energy surged around her, quickly spreading to all parts of Xiaozhushan.

"The spiritual energy has become denser; she's cultivating!"

"go!"

The intruder plunged headlong into the white mist.

Why is the fog so thick?

"Come closer, don't get separated."

"Use the mountain terrain as a landmark and keep going uphill!"

"Dingling~"

"what sound?"

"Ding-a-ling~" "Oh no, I can't get any strength in my legs."

"Me too!"

"There's a trap."

……

The spiritual energy tide lasted for a whole day before it ended.

After Song Miaozhu had exhausted all the spiritual energy she had attracted, she used her little paper servant to check on the intruders.

It was already the second day.

"Why isn't there a single one who can fight?"

They were all trapped at the foot of the mountain, only five meters away from the barbed wire fence.

It seems they're trapped by the bamboo horse boundary marker she placed five meters inside the fog.

At this distance, no one even touched the bamboo horse boundary marker; they were caught simply by hearing the sound of horse bells emanating from it.

Aside from the white mist covering the entire Xiaozhushan Mountain, the Zhuma Boundary Marker should be considered the outermost layer of defense.

When it detects an intruder, it will emit a crisp horse bell sound, making the intruder mistakenly believe that their legs are stuck in soft mud, unable to exert any force or move.

In reality, it was all an illusion. The ground was fine, but they themselves were paralyzed on the ground, unable to move an inch.

However, their mental state was not bad. Some people were shouting for help, while others were using spirit objects to send messages.

I was trapped for two days without any cultivation tools, so I couldn't cultivate or absorb spiritual energy. I could only rely on the original spiritual energy in my spiritual space to nourish my body and fill my stomach.

It's fortunate that they all have decent cultivation levels, the worst being a Qingling level cultivator, otherwise they would probably be starving and exhausted by now.

Song Miaozhu counted: "Huh? How come there are more people?"

She remembered there were eighteen people the day before yesterday, right? How come it's doubled now?
Seeing that someone else was going into the mountains, Song Miaozhu understood.

This is like calling for reinforcements!
However, the reinforcements weren't very capable either.

Even with my ears plugged, I still got infected.

Inside the white fog, it was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and you couldn't see a person even half a meter away.

Even if there's nothing wrong with the ground, the people in front are just lying on the ground and can't see it. By the time they see it, they've already entered the influence range of the bamboo horse boundary marker.

Even with their ears plugged, they could still hear the sound of horse bells, and then their legs went weak.

If this continues, the foot of Xiaozhu Mountain will be overrun with people.

Song Miaozhu summoned the spirit paper unicorn and rode it to the vicinity of the bamboo horse boundary marker.

He took out a palm-sized piece of silk spirit paper, folded it into the shape of a butterfly, and sent it out using his spiritual power.

The paper butterfly flew to the head of the trapped person, flapped its wings, and scattered fine paper dust.

The paper dust entered the intruder's mouth and nose with each breath, instantly making him feel drowsy.

After drugging all the intruders, Song Miaozhu sent her servant to search them.

Search all their belongings, whether they are spiritual or not, and put them together.

She summoned the paper cranes that patrolled the sky, and they transported the people and belongings to the top of Bamboo Forest Mountain, where Song Miaozhu specially built a spirit house prison to imprison them.

These people were too weak; they collapsed as soon as they entered the mountain. Song Miaozhu even felt that she had gone too far in killing them and was worried about being remembered for her misdeeds.

If she didn't kill them, keeping them locked up here would be a waste of manpower and resources. After thinking for a while, she had her little paper servant take headshots of each of these people, print them out, write down their crimes and the ransoms that needed to be paid, and post them on the barbed wire fence.

She'll release the person if the ransom is transferred to her account; otherwise, she'll lock them up in the mountaintop jail to die.