Landlord Era: I can upgrade my entries

"This is all my fault."

Zhao Yun, standing to the side, wore a bitter smile. He also had many wounds on his body, making him look even worse off than the two Quanzhen Sect disciples.

This time, he not only went home, but also wanted to invite his master to come out of the mountains. However, on his way back to Changqing Tower, he encountered the Yellow Turban bandits.

If it weren't for their considerable strength, they might have actually been captured by the Yellow Turban bandits.

"Yellow Turban rebels?"

Su Qing'er's eyes narrowed. She had been in the room the whole time and had heard about the Yellow Turbans many times.

In addition, she remembered Lu Changqing's serious words to her before he left, telling her to guard the Star Road well, which made her pay even more attention to the Yellow Turbans.

"I will arrange for you all to stay here for now, and the Lord will decide for you when He returns."

Su Qing'er did not take Zhao Yun and his group directly to the territory, but instead temporarily arranged for them to stay at Changqing Tower.

On the other side, Lu Changqing left Changqing Tower and did not wander around.

"Yellow Turban rebels..."

In the county town, Lu Changqing casually found a restaurant, a thoughtful look on his face.

The three fortuitous treasures that Ma Yu obtained were all taken from the Yellow Turbans, which made him somewhat curious about them.

They were curious as to why the Yellow Turbans were able to find the treasures with such precision.

In addition, the [Yellow Heaven Warrior] technique made him even more curious about the Yellow Turbans.

After gathering some information in the county town, Lu Changqing easily learned that there was a Yellow Turban force nearby.

When he first arrived in this fragmented world, he encountered two armies: one was the garrison of Changshan County, and the other was the Yellow Turbans.

After gathering the information, Lu Changqing did not linger in the restaurant and went directly to the vicinity of the mountains where the Yellow Turbans were based.

Half a day later, Lu Changqing stood near the entrance of a mountain stronghold, gazing into it.

Several figures patrolled the entrance.

The stronghold was built against the mountain, and there were people guarding and patrolling the entrance. There was no disguise at all.

At this moment, in the central hall of the stronghold...

Several figures were seated there.

"General, are we really going to hide here forever?"

One of the burly men, with a furrowed brow, looked at the dark-faced general at the head of the table and asked.

They've been holed up in the mountain stronghold for over ten days now, and if this continues, the food supplies in the stronghold will run out.

"Go out? The location of that immortal blocks our path to Changshan County. Do you dare to go through?"

The dark-faced general glanced at the crowd, his tone somewhat unfriendly.

The location of Changqing Tower is like a giant sword, standing firmly between them and Changshan County.

"General, but if we don't get out soon, many people will starve to death!"

Someone sighed and said, "Not going out is like a slow death, but going out means facing that mysterious immortal."

They really had no other choice.

"General, should we hand that item over to the immortal?"

It was a thin man who suddenly spoke up and made the suggestion.

"No, that thing was personally ordered to be collected by the Great Teacher, and I believe the Great Teacher will definitely return."

The black-faced general wore a serious expression. He still remembered the mission that the Great Teacher of Virtue had given to the Yellow Turban leaders in various regions.

They didn't know why the Great Teacher had asked them to collect such things, but he firmly believed that the Great Teacher would return.

"Oh? What did Zhang Jiao ask you to collect? Could you show it to me?"

Suddenly a voice rang out in the Hall of Righteousness.

"You, a great and virtuous teacher, are also..."

Before he could finish speaking, the dark-faced general's expression froze.

Because the voice wasn't spoken by any of his men.

Suddenly, another figure appeared in the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

It was Lu Changqing.

Lu Changqing looked at the group of people in the Gathering Hall with a smile on his face.

"Who are you! How did you get in!"

The dark-faced general stared at Lu Changqing with a wary look in his eyes.

This was his stronghold, and he personally arranged for people to patrol outside, and even the entrance to the Hall of Righteousness was guarded.

Even so, some people can still just barge in.

This was somewhat unbelievable to him.

"Me? I must be the immortal you were just talking about."

Lu Changqing wore a faint smile as his gaze swept over each of them.

None of these people had embarked on cultivation; they were all ordinary people.

"An immortal... an immortal?"

A flicker of panic crossed the dark-faced general's eyes. He knew that when he sent people to investigate, he had ordered his men to kill anyone who came.

This is the real reason why he has been staying here all this time.

"Tell me, why did Zhang Jiao ask you to collect these fortuitous treasures?"

Lu Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a unique aura emanated from his body, instantly enveloping everyone in the Gathering Hall.

This aura made them feel like they couldn't breathe properly, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them.

"I...I don't know either!"

The black-faced general's face was already dark, and under this aura, it became even darker, but he still stubbornly insisted.

"I won't shed a tear until I see the coffin."

Lu Changqing spoke calmly, extending his finger and gently pointing at the dark-faced general.

sigh~

puff~

"You~you~~"

The dark-faced general clutched his arm, his eyes filled with horror and fear.

What kind of technique is this? Just a light tap, and a hole the size of a finger was pierced through his arm.

"I've never considered myself a good person, and I don't have much patience."

Lu Changqing said calmly, then spoke again, "I'm giving you one last chance."

Lu Changqing extended his finger and looked coldly at the dark-faced general.

He must find out what really happened.

"General, speak!"

"Yes, General, the Great Teacher has been missing for over a year now. Perhaps he really won't be coming back."

Several people nearby quickly tried to dissuade him, fearing that Lu Changqing's finger might be pointing at them.

"Immortal, I truly do not know."

"All I know is that a year and a half ago, the Great Teacher left behind an oral decree."

"At the moment of cataclysm, an opportunity descends from the heavens. The followers of the Way of Peace exert all their strength to gather this opportunity, for our great and virtuous teacher will eventually return!"

The dark-faced general dared not hide anything any longer and told Lu Changqing everything he knew.

Besides the oral decree, there was another matter: the Great Teacher also instructed these disciples of the Taiping Sect to do their utmost to build a foundation.

"Abutment?"

Lu Changqing frowned slightly; every step Zhang Jiao took seemed to be planned.

The black-faced general was also a pragmatic man. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table in the Hall of Righteousness.

"This thing looks familiar?"

Lu Changqing stared at the pattern drawn on the paper, lost in thought.

He quickly found the answer he was looking for in his mind.

"This is a spatial coordinate base!"

Lu Changqing was startled. This thing had only one ability: to mark the location of the fragmented world.

"An immortal?"

Looking at Lu Changqing's appearance, the dark-faced general couldn't help but call out softly.

"Have you finished building this platform?"

Lu Changqing asked again.

"I don't know. Our Yellow Turban unit is only responsible for collecting materials. The actual construction of the foundation is the responsibility of the commander."

The dark-faced general shook his head. He had already told Lu Changqing everything. Although he had the blueprints, he was not qualified to build the foundation.

"And the commander-in-chief?"

Lu Changqing narrowed his eyes slightly; this guy seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

First, they knew in advance that the sky was about to collapse, then they arranged for the Yellow Turbans to collect opportunities and treasures, and now they've made the Yellow Turbans build a foundation.

Each step seemed to be telling Lu Changqing that Zhang Jiao would return to this fragmented world.

"Tell me the location of your commander, and hand over the treasures you have collected."

Lu Changqing said in a calm tone.

"Yes, immortal."

The black-faced general had completely given up resisting and would do whatever he was told.