Why is my Hundred Lifetimes Book different?

After listening to the five people's introduction, Ren Qingshan inexplicably thought of the Five Great Emperors' Palace of the "Myriad Manifestations Immortal Sect", and felt particularly happy.

In this Heavenly Ruins, his own team is now taking shape.

But how can one find a place to call home?

Ren Qingshan and the girl's bright eyes met, and four words vaguely surfaced in his mind—"Only Sacrifice and War."

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boom!

With a flick of his middle finger, Juli effortlessly pierced a mountain, instantly breaking it apart like tofu. The massive stone was casually tossed atop the snow-capped mountain.

Sword cultivator Si Xuanzhen used a divine sword, forged over thirty-seven years with his life force, to cut the irregular stone into neat, uniform bluestone.

The eldest brother, Si Xuanming, along with his younger brother and sister, piled up the stones and built a magnificent palace atop the snow-capped mountain.

This is the first requirement of the barbarian.

Build a dwelling.

This request surprised the five siblings, but it was not difficult to complete; it only required some spiritual energy and time.

"Brother, what on earth is this guy doing?"

Seeing the distant barbarian finger quarrying stone in the distance, and being awestruck by the divine power of shattering mountains with a single finger, Si Xuanhua asked his elder brother in his divine sense.

"Build a dwelling."

Si Xuanming responded calmly, piling a bluestone heavily on top of her: "Look at my little sister, she's much more capable than you."

Si Xuanhua, who has been practicing music since childhood and has now been doing so for thirty-one years, smiled bitterly. He glanced at his younger sister who was working silently, and then, without saying a word, used his long, slender, fair hands, which were used to play the zither and flute, to start working on the bricklaying and digging.

Although it possesses spiritual power and requires little effort, it is truly unseemly and undignified.

Si Xuanqing, standing nearby, summoned a large cauldron and, using the art of weapon forging and his natal fire, refined a binding spiritual mud. He then used his divine sense to precisely attach it to each strip of bluestone, followed by a small fire to heat it, thus stabilizing the structure of the palace.

then.

On the snow-capped mountaintop, a palace gradually took shape, consisting of one main hall and nine side halls, forming a courtyard. From the foundation to the pillars and then to the construction of the walls, with the skills of cultivators, it only took a dozen hours for the six people to be inside the empty main hall.

The chill and the fierce wind were kept out of the walls, leaving only the sound of howling wind and snow outside.

The five used their purification techniques to cleanse the hall and themselves, then silently looked at Manzhi, their feelings a complex mix.

He wandered around Tianxu for nearly ten years, moving from place to place, never having a fixed place to live.

Unexpectedly, today, under the leadership of the Tianxu Body Cultivator, who was regarded as a "barbarian," a house has been built.

Upon reflection, it seems somewhat absurd.

But there was also a sense of indescribable pleasure.

Ren Qingshan's eyes swept over the five people one by one, his expression still icy: "You may build a shrine for your Si family ancestors in the side hall facing south, and also erect a separate memorial tablet for Zhuge Sheng."

What?

Upon hearing this, Si Xuanming was completely stunned, and his younger siblings also stared wide-eyed.

This is like seeing a fierce tiger in the wild. Although it is powerful, it is still a beast and not a human. However, this beast speaks human language and teaches you incomparably exquisite Taoist techniques, as well as Taoist interpretations containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

"Senior, what does this mean?"

Si Xuanming asked in a deep voice.

Ren Qingshan glanced at him with a profound look but did not respond. Instead, he took out books from the Manzhi Treasure Trove from his storage bag and used his spiritual power to neatly arrange them in a stone cabinet on one side of the main hall.

Si Xuanming tried his best to guess what this person was thinking, as if he were comprehending the Dao.

After a moment of silence, he seemed to understand something.

"Thank you, senior."

He took his younger siblings to the side hall and began to build the ancestral hall with the remaining stones.

"Big brother!"

Si Xuanzhen frowned. Although the matter was irresistibly tempting to him, he also felt a sense of unease.

"Are we really going to settle down and build our lives here?"

Si Xuanhua's eyes gleamed: "This barbarian is actually someone who shrewdly understands people's hearts and knows proper etiquette!"

"When he mentioned Zhuge Sheng, his tone seemed somewhat unusual... Master Zhuge was known for his strategic planning, elder brother?"

The vague guesses sparked a flurry of thoughts among the five siblings.

Si Xuanming gazed into the distance, reached out and grasped a handful of wind, his expression resolute yet calm: "There's no need to consider these things. Since he's spoken, let's just do it. If he treats us well, we can stay on this snowy mountain peak and serve him. If he has other intentions, what can a mere ancestral hall do? Our ancestral hall back home was demolished by the Demonic Sect! What can we do about it?"

He didn't communicate through divine thought, but spoke directly.

The barbaric scheme was an open plot, using ancestral halls to control people's hearts.

We will respond with the same open strategy: you can kill us, you can make me work for you, but my five siblings and I will never be slaves!

The other four remained silent upon hearing this, and walked towards the south-facing side hall. They used stone to make a platform, a stele, and a memorial tablet. After working for a while, they lit three sticks of incense, and smoke began to rise.

Solemn and solemn funeral music flowed continuously from Si Xuanqing's fingertips.

The five siblings knelt down in turn before the newly erected memorial tablets of their father, grandfather, and Zhuge Sheng, prostrating themselves on the ground.

The Si family has few ancestors; the father was an ordinary person, and the grandfather was a refugee who never knew his parents.

After doing all this...

The five returned to the main hall and saw Manzhi lying on the stone chair reading a book. Their eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"What do you want us to do, senior?"

Si Xuanming stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

Ren Qingshan glanced at him lazily, stood up, and said slowly but firmly, "Establish the Daoist lineage! Conquer the Heavenly Ruins! Rebuild Qinghua!"

A deep, resonant voice echoed through the hall.

Si Xuanming felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He stared blankly at Man Zhi, his heart filled with a mixture of ice and fire.

"good!"

"good!"

"good!"

Sword cultivator Si Xuanzhen's eyes shone with an alarming light, his body brimming with sword intent. He uttered three "good"s in succession, a fervent zeal rising within him!

"You said it yourself!"

"Based on this, my company, Xuanzhen, will be at your command!"

"But if one day you break this promise, I will regard you as the murderer of my father!"

Ren Qingshan looked at him with an appreciative gaze, but did not respond. He simply waved his hand and said, "Come with me."

……

The closest cultivator to the Savage Snow Peak is a distance of tens of thousands of miles, and it is called the Purple Star Immortal Sect.

The cultivators of these eight hundred peaks of Juetian probably don't even have a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but the names of their strongholds are all grander than the last. If you call yourself Wanxiang, I'll call myself Sanqing; if you call yourself Yaochi, I'll call myself Ziwei... It's quite interesting.

Ren Qingshan arrived with five people.

With a single, powerful finger strike, he crushed the four gatekeepers, and his majestic voice echoed like thunder across the mountain.

"I am Manzhi, one of the cultivators on the mountain. Surrender and you will not die!"

Before long, a dozen or so Tribulation cultivators swarmed in like startled birds.

Upon seeing that towering finger, the burly leader of the tribulation cultivators knelt down with a thud, his rugged face full of obsequiousness.

"grown ups!"

"I knelt and begged you for three years atop that snow-capped mountain, but you never accepted me as your disciple! I could only settle for second best and choose a place closest to you, to gaze upon you day and night."

"Now, the master has finally changed his mind!"

"I, Wuyan, swear to follow you to the death, sir!"

Ren Qingshan's lips twitched slightly.

This turn of events was truly unexpected.

Behind him, the five members of the Si family were stunned but also felt honored. Si Xuanming was slightly surprised, but he didn't think much of it.

"You five, register them one by one."

"Wu Yan, you and these five people should inventory the treasures of this peak. Apart from personal property, register everything else, especially the pages of books, inscriptions, and jade slips."

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