Starting as a spiritual plant master, may I eventually become the master of all lands.

Chapter 128 Battle Flags and Guiding Hairs

Strictly speaking, the Puppet Sect is a loose organization formed by puppetry, rather than a proper sect.

When Feng encountered Song Chuan wanting to learn puppetry from him, he raised an eyebrow and transmitted his voice, "Oh? Fellow Daoist Song knows puppetry?"

Not yet, but soon.

"Hehe! I didn't know you could tell jokes. Since you're bored, how about I sing you a song telepathically?"

"I'm going to seal off my hearing!"

"How boring, Fellow Daoist Song, you're still so boring!" Feng Yu said, shaking his head.

At this moment, some more human cultivators entered the treehouse. Nearly a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators had gathered here, most of them from various sects and families. Once they reached the Foundation Establishment stage, the number of independent cultivators had decreased significantly.

The cultivators whispered amongst themselves, some exchanging whispers, all speculating about what had happened. Song Chuan even heard someone ask about the loud noise, but no one knew the cause.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of green light appeared, and the light and shadow dispersed, revealing a tall wooden figure with blue hair and green eyes standing in the room.

When Song Chuan looked, he saw that it was Bai Erhong, the owner of the Red House!

When the people saw the arrival of the Core Formation Wood Guest, they quieted down.

Bai Erhong looked around, his face expressionless, and said, "Everyone, although many of you are here representing your sects and families to participate in the opening of the Shandu market, things have come to a sudden end, so I will not stand on ceremony. The mountain demons have invaded our clan and broken through several great formations. Our clan needs your help to resist them."

These words caused an uproar among the human cultivators. Some wore expressions of anger, some frowned deeply, and others were eager to try—

"Elder Bai, the Mu Ke clan is in danger, and we shouldn't stand idly by. But if a third-tier mountain demon forces us to our deaths, with so many Foundation Establishment cultivators, the Mu Ke clan will have a hard time explaining themselves to the human race, won't they?"

One of the cultivators spoke, his tone respectful but tinged with skepticism.

This person should be from one of the six major sects, but Song Chuan couldn't identify which sect. He did, however, use his sect and human identity to elicit the doubts of many people.

Just kidding. If they help defend against a mandrill invasion, what if they actually encounter a level three mandrill?

"The third-tier mountain demons will naturally be dealt with by us wood people. The areas you are defending are mainly several wood people settlements without cultivation, where there are formations for you to use."

I will not use my power to oppress the weak or force anyone to do anything against their will. Those who do not wish to participate in this matter may leave our territory immediately.

Bai Erhong said calmly, then brushed the green hair off her cheek and suddenly smiled: "There might be mountain demons lying in ambush outside the territory. Don't blame me for not warning you. Now I'll give you ten breaths to consider. Those who participate in resisting the mountain demons will be rewarded accordingly. Those who don't participate can leave."

Zhuo Juntao's sallow face showed some anxiety as he transmitted his voice to Cui Wang and Song Chuan, "What's going on here? How are we supposed to choose?"

Cui Wang glanced at Song Chuan and said, "Junior Brother Song, you should be able to see through the mandrill's hat, right?"

"That's right, so I think it's better for us to stay. Leaving the Woodcraft Territory directly will give us a better chance of encountering a Tier 3 Mountain Demon," Song Chuan said without hiding anything.

Cui Wang and Zhuo Juntao exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves, "It really was this guy who deliberately reminded Bai Sandong that day."

"Let's leave it here. Not all mandrills have invisibility hats; they're very difficult for them to make. The mandrill we encountered that day was wearing a top-tier invisibility hat. If it were an ordinary one, Junior Brother Zhuo and I should have been able to detect it even with our full divine sense."

Cui Wang pondered for a moment before speaking.

"If we Foundation Establishment cultivators leave and actually encounter a third-tier mountain demon, would it dare to slaughter us indiscriminately?" Zhuo Juntao asked doubtfully.

"Why should we care about these things in their conflict between the two races? Besides, if a few Foundation Establishment cultivators die, will the human race start a war with them?"

"At most, we'll ask for some compensation," Cui Wang sneered.

At this moment, cultivators began to emerge from the treehouse, numbering approximately twenty or thirty.

Once no one had left, Bai Erhong glanced at the remaining people and said, "Formation Master, step forward."

A gaunt man in the early stages of Foundation Establishment scratched his head, stood up, and seeing everyone staring at him, said apologetically:

"First-tier array master".

Another woman with gentle features and a serene expression stood up. She was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and said softly, "Second Rank."

"There's actually a second-tier array master!" someone blurted out, and the crowd looked at the goddess with varying expressions.

Song Chuan was surprised. This second-tier array master was highly valuable, but no other array masters stepped forward after him.

Bai Er's red and green eyes swept over the crowd. With a flick of his wrist, he took out several array flags and casually plucked a handful of green feathers, tossing two array flags and two green feathers to the two of them.

"You take twenty cultivators, and I'll take ten. Each of you should follow the hair that points the way."

After saying that, she assigned thirty more cultivators to the two array masters.

After they left, her gaze fell on the remaining people, and she suddenly looked at Song Chuan.

"You step forward too!"

Uh—Song Chuan stood up with some surprise.

Bai Erhong then selected six more cultivators. These cultivators, who were at the Foundation Establishment stage, could not sense each other, but Bai Erhong, who was at the Core Formation stage, could sense that the attributes and magical power cultivated by each of them were relatively pure.

She casually tossed the remaining array flags and feathers, and the seven cultivators, including Song Chuan, each had an extra flag and a green feather in their hands.

"Each of you take five cultivators and immediately set up defenses in the various formations," she said to Song Chuan and the others.

She then hastily explained how to use the array flags and the status of the array, before disappearing in a flash of green light.

Cui Wang and Zhuo Juntao looked at Song Chuan with great surprise, wondering why Bai Erhong had chosen Song Chuan. This junior brother Song, who had just established his foundation, was becoming increasingly unfathomable to them.

Song Chuan stared at the flag in his hand, its surface brimming with earth elemental energy, clearly indicating it was the core of an earth-elemental array. He knew in his heart that Bai Erhong would surely be able to detect his pure earth-elemental cultivation.

"If only there were a secret technique to conceal spiritual power," he muttered to himself.

Of the five cultivators, two were Cui Wang and Zhuo Juntao. As for Dai Lingjun, he felt something was off about her, but he couldn't figure out what was going on yet. He felt like he had thought of something, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

"I never expected that Fellow Daoist Song would be favored by the Core Formation Wood Guest. Then I will definitely follow Fellow Daoist Song." Feng Yu stood up and said with a grin.

Song Chuan chuckled and said, "The people next to me are my fellow disciples, Cui Wang and Zhuo Juntao, and this is Fellow Daoist Feng Yu." Song Chuan introduced the three of them.

As soon as she finished speaking, a person walked into the treehouse, looking shy and timid, clutching the hem of her clothes, as if she had done something wrong. It was Dai Ling.

珺。

A strange light flashed in Song Chuan's eyes.

"Where have you been?" Cui Wang asked, perhaps annoyed that he hadn't been chosen by Bai Erhong.

"I—I—"

"Alright, no need to say anything, just follow us," Cui Wang waved his hand and said.

One more person was needed. Just as Song Chuan was wondering which fellow Daoist was suitable, an old cultivator flashed over.

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