Chapter 145: Soul-Refining Rogue Cultivator, Soul-Dao Foundation Establishment, a path never before imagined

Tonight was the longest night in the history of Dajiang Workshop.

As many as several thousand loose cultivators, either actively or passively, were all caught up in a chaotic battle.

No one knew how many people had lost decades of hard cultivation in a single night.

Nor did anyone know how many lucky ones had received a "cultivation gift package," taking a solid step forward on their long path of cultivation.

Luo Chen only knew that when the smoke cleared and the sky revealed a fish-belly white.

His feet were covered with densely packed corpses.

Some corpses were still intact, and their features could barely be recognized.

Some, however, were unrecognizable; if not for the iron plates of the Poshan Gang they wore, no one would have been able to identify their identities.

And this was already considered good.

The most miserable ones couldn't even be pieced together, having long since been blasted into nothingness by spells and magic tools.

The pale-faced Gu Caiyi, the coughing Granny Yuan, Murong Qinglian held in the arms of Qin Liangchen, who had an empty sleeve, and over twenty Qi Refining cultivators—all their gazes fell on Luo Chen.

Watching him, he squatted down and lifted the white cloth.

One familiar face after another came into view.

The one in front was so familiar, and the voice seemed to still echo in his ears.

It was just that the look of horror and unwillingness, even after a night, still made one feel regretful.

"Elder Sikong, go in peace."

Luo Chen reached out and smoothed the eyes that were still wide open in death.

He stood up, and Zhou Yuanli immediately walked up to report the situation.

"In the battle last night, the Alchemy Hall lost thirty-one people, and the Medicine Hall lost forty-three."

"One ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivator was killed in battle, Elder Sikong Shoujia, killed by Fu Zhang."

"Five eighth-layer Qi Refining cultivators were killed; only Liu Qiang and I survived."

"Seventh-layer Qi Refining cultivators..."

"Excluding the few who fled, currently, the Medicine Hall and Alchemy Hall combined have only thirty-six people left."

This casualty figure shocked everyone.

So many vibrant lives had turned into cold numbers, which was truly hard to accept.

Luo Chen's face was as calm as ancient water as he asked about the Dajiang Gang's losses.

"A total of forty-seven corpses were found, mainly mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and over ten late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, mostly killed by you and Duan Feng."

"Three ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivators died: Gao Tingyuan, Lan Tianyun, and Shan Xiu."

The fierce battle ended with the deaths of over a hundred cultivators and the fall of four ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivators.

Luo Chen pursed his lips and subconsciously rubbed his temples.

"How is the situation in the other halls?"

Zhou Yuanli gave a bitter smile. "I'm not clear about that. That sound-transmission jade slip could only be used to contact Gang Leader Mi, and he..."

He didn't finish the sentence.

But everyone knew what Mi Shuhua's fate was.

This point could be imagined from the few words of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators, Wang, Zhou, and Miao.

They came to Xieyue Valley just for Luo Chen.

If Mi Shuhua hadn't died, they definitely wouldn't have come.

And since they came, it meant that Mi Shuhua had likely already fallen.

Especially since the restrictive means on Zhou and Liu had been unbound for no reason, which could further corroborate some things.

"Hall Master, what should we do now?"

Zhou Yuanli couldn't help but ask.

Luo Chen raised his head, only to find that not just Zhou Yuanli, but everyone else was looking at him.

Pair after pair of eyes held hope and trust.

That's right!

In the battle last night, whether it was before the battle or during the battle, Luo Chen had shown things that made people convinced.

Whether it was decision-making or strength.

Especially, Deacon Miao Wen of the Yuding Sword Sect had chatted with him in the Alchemy Hall for half the night.

Su Su Yinyin, they had already regarded Luo Chen as their backbone.

It wasn't just the low-level cultivators who had this thought; even Gu Caiyi, Murong Qinglian, and the others were the same.

Luo Chen recalled the things Deacon Miao had chatted with him about last night, and a look of emotion appeared on his face.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Chen faced the pairs of eyes and said decisively:

"If you don't mind, you can temporarily follow me."

"I will also have the spoils of last night's battle distributed fairly."

"As for the subsequent situation, we'll have to wait a few days to see the changes in Dajiang Workshop."

"I won't make any promises to you!"

"Just as that True Cultivator Miao said, life and death are determined by fate, and the Great Dao is within oneself! Everything in the future must rely on yourself."

"As for the specific decision, you can consider it for a few days."

After saying these words, he stopped, waiting for everyone's reaction.

Without receiving a promise, not even a word about protecting their safety.

The cultivators who had survived were at a loss for how to react for a moment.

Would life be better following Luo Chen than before?

His alchemy skills were strong, but his realm was only eighth-layer Qi Refining, far less capable of giving people a sense of security than Mi Shuhua.

But if they left Luo Chen and returned to the state of loose cultivators fighting on their own, what would happen?

For a moment, the atmosphere became silent.

Luo Chen didn't force it and returned to the Alchemy Hall, preparing to divide the spoils he had collected earlier.

Duan Feng squatted on the ground, his expression excited, picking through the pile of magic tools.

"Luo Chen, there are twenty-five high-grade magic tools in perfect condition!"

"There are also dozens of low-grade and mid-grade magic tools."

"The remaining damaged magic tools are not useless either; some can be repaired, and some can be melted down to extract important materials."

"We're rich, we're rich!"

It was rare to see Duan Feng show such a fanatical look.

Even when he was roaming the battlefield last night, he hadn't been this excited.

Luo Chen sat down beside him, his expression showing fatigue for the first time.

The battle last night looked easy, and he alone had achieved huge results.

But in reality, his consumption was also very large.

After all, he had used the Fire-Tip Spear, the Four-Image Cauldron, the Soul-Breaking Nails, the Jade Saber, and detonated the waste jade marrow beads.

None of these were methods that didn't consume massive amounts of spiritual power.

It was just that his foundation was good, his spiritual power was several times more vigorous than his peers, and he had already completed half of his spiritual power refinement.

Plus, he had been swallowing pills throughout the battle.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold on.

And what exhausted his mind the most was the final battle with Gao Tingyuan, where he forcibly used "Bright Spirit Breaking Evil."

That kind of pain was fine if one was prepared.

But during the battle, it was too hasty, and even now, he felt his soul aching faintly.

"Luo Chen, are you alright?" Duan Feng noticed his fatigue.

Luo Chen forced himself to perk up, looking at the pile of magic tools and the storage bags beside them.

This was a huge sum!

A huge sum enough for any Qi Refining cultivator to safely cultivate until Foundation Establishment.

Even after Foundation Establishment, it could support cultivation for a long time.

If someone were daring enough, they could take the money and flee, change their name, and cultivate until Foundation Establishment elsewhere.

It was just a pity that Luo Chen couldn't do that.

It wasn't that he wasn't daring enough.

But where would he flee to?

Behind him were the savage mountains, filled with countless demonic beasts.

In front were the tens of thousands of miles of the Yuding Domain, which in name belonged to the Yuding Sword Sect.

And Miao Wen was a person from the Yuding Sword Sect.

Plus, the promises Miao Wen made to him last night.

Luo Chen had no intention of taking the money and fleeing.

Staying here was much better than fleeing elsewhere to be a lone loose cultivator.

Here, he was familiar with the rules, knew many friends, and now had a real backing and ally behind him.

As long as he handled things properly, he could be like a fish in water.

Especially since the days of fleeing were so uncomfortable; just look at Shan Xiu.

Everything he did was restricted, and he had to guard against being hunted down from time to time.

"Luo Chen?"

Duan Feng's voice came to his ears again, and Luo Chen shook his head forcefully.

"Put away all the high-grade magic tools and storage bags first."

"The rest of the things will be distributed by Murong Qinglian and Zhou Yuanli later."

"Also, set aside a portion of supplies; I have a great use for them."

After saying this, he stood up slowly and staggered back to the stone house.

The formation opened, and he fell onto the bed and went to sleep.

Duan Feng stood outside, looking at him with worry.

Before long, Murong Qinglian and the others also came in.

Looking at the blue formation, each of them had their own thoughts.

Luo Chen's sleep was very long.

He didn't have any nightmares or sweet dreams, just slept soundly.

He didn't have to worry about being attacked because he had a group of friends guarding him outside, and the formation would warn him.

Just like that, a day and half a night passed in a flash.

When Luo Chen woke up, he felt full of spirit and vitality, wanting to roar at the sky.

Feeling the vibrant life in his body, Luo Chen subconsciously looked inward.

Before he could even check his physical state, Luo Chen discovered that his thoughts were moving faster.

"Has my soul foundation increased? Or is my will stronger?"

Whether it was the soul or the will, they belonged to ethereal things, at least at the Qi Refining stage.

Luo Chen couldn't detect the details for a moment.

After carefully checking his body, he found that his spiritual power had not only recovered but had even become more refined.

Nodding with satisfaction, Luo Chen opened his eyes.

He took out two storage bags, one belonging to Gao Tingyuan and the other to Shan Xiu.

The latter's storage bag was personally delivered by Zhou Yuanli later, and this one belonged to Luo Chen personally.

As for the seven late-stage Qi Refining cultivators he had blasted to death, they didn't leave any legacy.

In that kind of violent explosion, the primary storage bags couldn't maintain stability.

After the formation on them ruptured, the things inside would be rolled into another space, and only a few might remain in the world.

He opened Shan Xiu's storage bag first.

There weren't many things: some bottles and jars, a change of clothes, five medium-grade spirit stones, and a large black pair of scissors.

"He really is poor!"

"I guess during the days he was being hunted, they were all consumed."

Luo Chen identified some of those bottles and jars; most were healing pills, like the Laurel Pill.

There were also two bottles of cultivation pills called Snow Soul Pills, which were very beneficial for water and ice-attribute cultivators.

The specific selling price was about the same as the Dust-Transformation Pill.

They weren't produced by the Yaowang Sect but were refined by a local family in the Snow Lotus Workshop.

Not having any expectations for Shan Xiu's legacy, Luo Chen opened Gao Tingyuan's storage bag directly.

"For this thing, I was almost tricked; don't let me down."

The moment his spiritual power entered, Luo Chen exclaimed in admiration.

Two cubic feet of volume!

Gao Tingyuan was worthy of being the top expert under Wang Yang in the Dajiang Gang; he was quite wealthy!

A large pile of things was carefully poured out by Luo Chen.

The first thing that came into view was a pile of standard-specification spirit stones.

"Twenty-five medium-grade spirit stones, three thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

A fortune of over five thousand was very worthy of the status of a ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivator.

However, it was a bit mismatched with Gao Tingyuan's status.

Luo Chen muttered, counting the other things.

Three bottles of Dust-Transformation Pills, ten bottles of Qi-Nurturing Pills, and Jade Marrow Pills!

"Eh, isn't this Pulse-Moistening Liquid? Where did Gao Tingyuan buy this? This thing isn't cheap."

Spiritual medicines commonly used by Foundation Establishment cultivators started at hundreds of spirit stones.

In Gao Tingyuan's storage bag, there were two full bottles.

Not only that, there were three or four other types of pills related to meridians, dantian, and acupuncture points.

Looking at these pills, Luo Chen was lost in thought.

Back on the Dao-Discussion Platform, Gao Tingyuan's dantian was injured; this was something that happened in full view of everyone.

A broken dantian meant no hope for Foundation Establishment.

It seemed Gao Tingyuan was still unwilling to give up, so he secretly bought many healing pills, trying to repair his dantian.

"Now it comes in handy; Brother Qin, Caiyi, and the others consumed too much spiritual power yesterday, and their meridians were damaged; sharing a bit can save them."

As for the other pills used for cultivation, Luo Chen divided them into what he needed and what he didn't.

Afterward, he looked at another pile of things.

A wine gourd, a Wave-Swallowing Pot, several formation flags, a handful of talismans, and several books.

The miscellaneous things made Luo Chen's eyes dazzle.

He picked up one of the books and looked down.

"Biography of Gu Yue"

"A character biography? Who is Gu Yue?"

Out of curiosity, Luo Chen opened the book and read it ten lines at a glance.

【I, Gu Yue, was born in the 3179th year of the Shanhai Calendar, living a wealthy life since childhood, with a strict father and a kind mother, and seven older brothers and sisters who loved me dearly.】

【However, the world is unpredictable; thieves coveted my Gu family's property, destroying the family with horse bandits, leaving only me alive.】

The biography was very long, and even very wordy.

Some of the words were even incoherent.

Luo Chen found it quite boring until the author Gu Yue stepped into the cultivation world, and then he became interested.

What was the cultivation world like two hundred years ago?

At that time, was it more prosperous and peaceful, or more difficult and bitter?

【The Battle of Tianlan Xiancheng, clearly they were bullying the few with the many, but in the end, they labeled me with demonic conduct, and the three great families issued a warrant for me.】

【I refused to accept it, fleeing all the way, fighting all the way, killing many pursuing enemies, and finally arrived at this Liuguang Workshop.】

【Compared to the Xiancheng, although the workshop was a bit poorer, there weren't so many powerhouses, and I could finally calm down and cultivate.】

【However, how cold the world is, and how difficult cultivation is.】

【In my early years, to seek revenge, I practiced martial arts that progressed quickly, causing the source of my physique to be depleted. The immortal cultivation techniques I practiced were also deleted of key content by the great sects. In this life, I ultimately couldn't see through to Foundation Establishment and couldn't step onto the beginning of the Great Dao.】

Seeing this, Luo Chen couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

The difficulty of being a loose cultivator wasn't just something that could be said simply.

Cultivation emphasizes wealth, companions, methods, and land.

Without wealth, one cannot nourish the Dao.

Without companions, one learns without friends and must be ignorant.

Without methods, it is difficult to see the secrets of heaven and step onto the Great Dao.

Without land, one is like duckweed, with nothing to rely on, whether it is daily cultivation or breaking through realms, it feels like walking on a pavilion in the air, not walking steadily.

In this biography of Gu Yue, the author's own difficulties far exceeded ninety-nine percent of loose cultivators.

After he stepped into the cultivation world, he naturally couldn't talk about wealth, companions, methods, and land, only a heart of hot blood.

But in this world, hot blood was of no use.

In the end, he still embarked on the path that loose cultivators most easily take.

After Gu Yue escaped from the so-called Tianlan Xiancheng to Liuguang Workshop, he finally gloriously became a rogue cultivator!

In this way, wealth was guaranteed, and ill-gotten wealth was also wealth!

After years of wandering and fleeing everywhere, he also discovered several places suitable for cultivation.

But the depletion of his physique and the incompleteness of his techniques still hindered his breakthrough to Foundation Establishment.

Later, Gu Yue learned about the three barriers of Foundation Establishment and became even more desperate.

He was not satisfied in both physique and spiritual energy.

But heaven never cuts off all paths; he grabbed a remnant technique from an evil cultivator and finally, by relying on unorthodox development, forcibly developed his other advantage to the point of being unique.

"Soul-Refining?"

Luo Chen was lost in thought and turned to the last page.

【It's done, this rogue cultivator has finally succeeded!】

【Refining nine hundred and ninety-nine souls into one, ultimately allowing me to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm, hahaha...】

The biography ended with the joy visible between the lines.

Luo Chen didn't know whether the rogue cultivator Gu Yue, who had made a name for himself as the Soul-Refining Rogue Cultivator, was dead or alive in the end.

He only knew that Gu Yue had really walked a path different from ordinary people.

Without the advantage of a heaven-gifted physique, without spiritual power refined to the extreme, and without even a single Foundation Establishment Pill.

Yet he still achieved the Foundation Establishment realm!

"Soul-Dao Foundation Establishment?"

Luo Chen licked his dry lips, and an uncontrollable urge arose in his heart.

Although the biography didn't mention the specific method.

But it described the general idea: Gu Yue adopted an evil cultivator's method called Soul-Dao Foundation Establishment, killing nine hundred and ninety-nine late-stage Qi Refining cultivators and merging their souls with his own.

In the end, he took a different path and stepped into Foundation Establishment.

"Does such a method exist in the world?"

Suddenly, Luo Chen thought of Gao Tingyuan's final temporary strike.

That pair of green, ghostly eyes.

"Gao Tingyuan's dantian was broken; according to the conventional path, even with a Foundation Establishment Pill, it would be impossible to break through to Foundation Establishment."

"This can be seen from the fact that he bought so many spiritual medicines to nourish meridians and repair the dantian, yet still left most of them behind."

"Could it be that in his despair, he also embarked on this path?"

"In other words, he has this method of Soul-Dao Foundation Establishment!"

Luo Chen shuddered and quickly searched through the pile of books.

That's right, Gao Tingyuan mentioned that he had explored a secret realm with others.

Among them, Li Zixiong and Chen Xiao also participated.

Even the Soul-Breaking Nail was obtained from inside.

According to the records in Gu Yue's biography, the Soul-Refining Rogue Cultivator Gu Yue discovered several good places for cultivation during his career as a rogue cultivator.

If he finally died and sat down, he must have been in one of those places.

It was only natural for Gao Tingyuan to find his way there and obtain the corresponding legacy.

"Covering Sea Dragon Demon Art," not this one.

"Record of the Seven Sects of Yuding," just a travelogue similar to the "Record of Customs of the Six Domains."

"Initial Understanding of Spiritual Sense," eh, it seems a bit like it.

Luo Chen flipped through a few pages, only to find that the content was obscure and rebellious, and he didn't know how to understand it.

This was not a book at the Qi Refining level; it should be a book that could only be learned and used after Foundation Establishment, when spiritual sense could be released.

Luo Chen continued to search.

It had to be said that Gao Tingyuan, the former number two figure of the Dajiang Gang, had a very rich family fortune.

It wasn't reflected in his spirit stone savings, but in his many collections of books.

Luo Chen found several first-tier spells suitable for Qi Refining cultivation, and most were related to the water attribute.

After reading through them completely, Luo Chen frowned.

"Is it not here?"

"Could it have been destroyed in the battle, or did he not carry it out at all?"

In the Battle of Xieyue Valley last night, both sides could be said to have played all their cards.

Although Luo Chen hadn't used his top-grade magic tools and Great Perfection Fireball Technique, the ten thousand waste jade marrow beads he detonated were not inferior to either, and from some angles, were even better.

That was a trump card he had specially conceived a while ago to run away.

The power of waste jade marrow beads was indeed too low.

But the quantity was there.

Anything, as long as the quantity was up, could form a certain degree of qualitative change.

That was why Luo Chen had been processing waste jade marrow beads whenever he had nothing to do a while ago.

He prepared a total of ten thousand waste jade marrow beads, and the final result was extremely brilliant.

In one fell swoop, he killed seven late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and even Gao Tingyuan was seriously injured.

Under that kind of explosive power, Gao Tingyuan was able to survive, so he must have used all his methods.

This could be seen from the fact that he couldn't find a few magic tools in Gao Tingyuan's storage bag.

"Was it those two short halberds?"

"Or the magic robe on his body?"

"Or the defensive magic bead that finally shattered?"

After thinking hard, Luo Chen felt extremely regretful.

He had missed a Foundation Establishment method that took a different path!

Shaking his head, Luo Chen prepared to put these things into his own three-cubic-foot storage bag.

Just as his hand touched a dark wooden tablet, his heart suddenly moved, and his eyes, flashing with spiritual light, fell upon it.

"Luo Chen, this is all the spoils of war captured; you... take a look."

Luo Chen heard a very clear sound of swallowing.

He looked at Murong Qinglian and found that her eyes were red, and her hands were trembling when she handed over the account book.

Luo Chen was puzzled and took the account book.

However, the first number he saw made him subconsciously swallow.

"Twenty-seven thousand low-grade spirit stones, ninety-eight medium-grade spirit stones!"

Raising his head, Luo Chen couldn't help but ask: "Was there a mistake in the statistics?"

Murong Qinglian shook her head slowly. "There is absolutely no mistake; we counted it three times."

Amidst Luo Chen's shock, she continued: "It is very normal to have such a huge sum of spirit stones. After all, over one hundred and thirty people died on both sides last night."

"Among them, there were thirty late-stage Qi Refining cultivators."

"In addition, among these spirit stones, three thousand came from Lan Tianyun's storage bag, which Duan Feng took the initiative to hand over."

"How to distribute it specifically depends on you."

Luo Chen was dazed; he had never seen such a huge sum of spirit stones in his life.

In fact, he had only experienced three transactions involving over ten thousand spirit stones.

Once at an auction organized by the Yuding Sword Pavilion, and the other two were related to the Jade Marrow Pills he refined.

But at that time, the Jade Marrow Pill was just a pill, and he didn't see the real profit.

What he finally got was just a dividend of one or two thousand.

And now, he had become the one dividing the meat?

"Besides spirit stones, there are many magic tools, talismans, pills, medicinal materials, techniques, and various strange little things."

"Luo Chen, take a good look; how to distribute it later, we all listen to you."

After Murong Qinglian finished speaking, the surroundings became quiet.

In fact, this was a very strange thing.

Generally speaking, the spoils of war in battle should belong to the cultivators themselves.

Therefore, it was rare to see such a grand occasion where a large pile of spoils was squeezed together.

But in that battle the night before, a large number of late-stage Qi Refining cultivators died.

The early-stage cultivators were also almost wiped out, with only a small number of experienced mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators surviving by relying on the terrain.

Therefore, the main force of the final battle was Luo Chen and his group.

Among them, Sikong Shoujia died, and Granny Yuan didn't have much contact with the battle except for Min Longyu.

The entire battlefield behind was dominated by Luo Chen and Duan Feng.

When the battle ended, too many spoils belonged to the two of them.

Therefore, how to distribute them became a problem.

It also happened that Luo Chen and Miao Wen entered the Alchemy Hall for a secret talk.

Finally, after Duan Feng, Murong Qinglian, and Zhou Yuanli discussed it, they collected the many spoils and finally handed them to Luo Chen to decide.

After all, in name, the people in charge here were the two Hall Masters, Luo Chen and Murong Qinglian.

Luo Chen scanned the account book ten lines at a glance, and even though he was shocked by the huge sum of thirty-five thousand spirit stones earlier, the remaining resources still made his mouth dry.

This was such a huge sum of spoils.

If they were all converted into spirit stones, plus the previous ones, they would almost exceed one hundred thousand.

Killing people and seizing treasures was truly the fastest business to make money in the cultivation world!

What alchemist, what weapon refiner, how could they create such huge wealth overnight?

However, thinking about it carefully, it felt reasonable.

The dead from the Alchemy Hall and Medicine Hall were fine; most were not rich people, and only those dozen or so late-stage Qi Refining cultivators who died, plus Sikong Shoujia, were relatively wealthy.

The main bulk still came from that batch of Dajiang Gang cultivators.

Mainly mid-stage Qi Refining, supplemented by late-stage Qi Refining, led by five ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivators.

This was undoubtedly an elite force of the Dajiang Gang!

Half of them were lost in Xieyue Valley, and although many things were damaged in the battle.

But what remained were all accumulated through the hard work of this half of the people.

Of course, the real value wasn't calculated this way.

The most valuable things here were magic tools, but the price of second-hand magic tools had never been high and would be discounted a lot.

It looked like nearly one hundred thousand, but it would be perfectly fine to deduct a few tens of thousands of moisture.

If they were to be sold, they would also have to calculate the time cost and whether there were so many people to take over.

But even so, it was still a huge fortune!

In a daze, Luo Chen raised his head.

Looking at Murong Qinglian's tired appearance, Luo Chen woke up suddenly.

He shook his head forcefully. "Sister-in-law, are you alright?"

Seeing that he still cared about her body despite the huge benefits, Murong Qinglian felt a warm current flow through her body.

"I'm fine; I didn't suffer any injuries from start to finish in yesterday's battle. Although Lan Tianyun was strong, you sent Caiyi and Zhou Yuanli to help me, so I was fine."

"What about Caiyi?"

"She is healing at Granny Yuan's side. Well, besides being a senior spirit planter, Granny Yuan also has quite good medical skills."

"But she fought Min Longyu yesterday?"

"Min Longyu is not as strong as imagined; formation masters also need preparation to exert their greatest threat. And Xieyue Valley is a place where the Medicine Hall has cultivated for many years, so Granny Yuan occupied the geographical advantage, so she wasn't that afraid of him from the beginning."

Thinking of Granny Yuan calmly going down the valley to face Min Longyu yesterday.

Luo Chen suddenly realized.

Come to think of it, the fact that the Heart-Devouring Tiger Han Dang had easily lost to Min Longyu, coupled with the other party forcibly breaking through the Garrison Earth Array yesterday, had truly created the impression that Min Longyu was invincible.

But in reality, formation masters couldn't be counted as the strongest among many cultivators.

After all, formation masters were particularly dependent on geographical advantages and preparation.

In this regard, Granny Yuan, a senior ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivator of the Medicine Hall, directly occupied the advantage.

If they were in a different place, Granny Yuan couldn't possibly be Min Longyu's opponent.

The formation disk in the other party's hand faintly had the principle of the Five Elements generating and overcoming each other, and the grade was likely extremely high!

It was Sikong Shoujia, who was intent on fleeing, who gave up his familiarity with the Xieyue Valley terrain.

Running outside, he was hard-hammered to death by Fu Zhang.

Yesterday, he only saw that face of fear and unwillingness, but under the white cloth, Sikong Shoujia's body below the chest had been hammered into meat paste.

It was too miserable!

Luo Chen held the account book and asked about another person with concern.

"What about Brother Qin? He rushed over in a hurry this morning, covered in blood, which was quite scary."

Mentioning Qin Liangchen, Murong Qinglian's face didn't look good.

Luo Chen was sensitive, and seeing this scene, his heart sank.

Under Murong Qinglian's narration, Luo Chen knew what had happened last night.

Qin Liangchen received a call for help from Mi Zifan, a third-generation member of the Mi family, and rushed to Xieyue Valley at the first opportunity.

However, before leaving, he was also mindful and left a message for Feng Xia.

That was why Duan Feng's arrival happened.

Qin Liangchen set off first, but on the fastest path, he encountered the enemy in the Qingma Forest, where Luo Chen had once been ambushed.

Nangong Qin!

This young generation member of the Nangong family, who was the most famous and strongest, led people to block Qin Liangchen.

He was a person with a temper.

He didn't bring people to besiege Qin Liangchen at the first opportunity, but instead took the initiative to propose a one-on-one fight with Qin Liangchen.

The main reason was still the word "fame."

Before the Dao-Discussion Platform closed, Nangong Qin ranked first on the Dajiang Heaven's Pride List.

This was a ranking he had fought for, battle after battle.

But among some of the elders in Dajiang Workshop, he was still not recognized.

From time to time, they would bring up the past events of the two gangs' eighteen blood battles when the Dao-Discussion Platform first opened.

Among them, Min Longyu, who abused Han Dang to death, Qin Liangchen, who fought with his life to kill Bai Qi, and Wang Yuan, who crushed the blood-path cultivators, became the objects of comparison.

Even if Nangong Qin constantly showed a higher realm and better results, he still couldn't convince the public.

Other people's reasons were very simple!

"You are sparring and discussing the Dao, but they were fighting for their lives back then. If you were really fighting for your life, could you win steadily?"

Nangong Qin had never been convinced.

In fact, it wasn't just him; people like Li Ao, Yan Mingxia, and Duan Feng were all not convinced.

It was a pity that that batch of people were all running for cultivation resources and no one went on stage to fight again.

People like Zeng Wen, who had personally experienced the blood battles, also just entered to watch the show.

Last night, there was such an opportunity.

Nangong Qin, testing his sword against Qin Liangchen!

It was a pity that Nangong Qin came for fame and fought for profit.

But Qin Liangchen was fighting for the life of his Dao companion.

As soon as they fought, Qin Liangchen used the life-and-death fighting style from the Dao-Discussion Platform.

This made Nangong Qin very uncomfortable, and he made mistakes one after another.

However, fortunately, his foundation was deep, and he gradually adapted to Qin Liangchen's fighting style and presented a trend of suppression.

The current number one ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivator in Dajiang Workshop was indeed not a name without substance.

Qin Liangchen naturally wouldn't sit and wait for death, seeing that there was still a pile of family cultivators from the Nangong family watching covetously nearby, he directly used his trump card.

"That hand?"

Luo Chen remembered the empty sleeve at Qin Liangchen's right arm when he rushed over.

"Yes!" Murong Qinglian said with a touch of loneliness: "When the Yuding Sword Pavilion made a deal with Liangchen back then, they were quite generous. They once opened Bai Qi's storage bag in front of Liangchen, and the things inside were very valuable."

"Therefore, when they handed it over to Liangchen, they additionally compensated him with a life-saving means."

"At the critical moment, Liangchen used this means, and after one strike, he killed his way out of a bloody path."

"The price was that hand, which was completely gone."

Listening to these words, Luo Chen opened his mouth.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

The Nangong family was an emerging Foundation Establishment family that moved from the Snow Lotus Workshop last year.

The family ancestor, Nangong Jin, was only over one hundred and fifty years old, quite young.

The younger generation of the family were also not mediocre, with geniuses emerging one after another.

It was just that the environment in the Snow Lotus Workshop was extremely harsh, not as resource-rich as Dajiang Workshop, so for the sake of long-term planning, they made up their minds to move here.

One could imagine that the batch of Nangong family cultivators who blocked Qin Liangchen last night were definitely not weak.

It was impossible for Qin Liangchen to kill his way out of a bloody path without paying a price.

But he didn't expect the price to be so great.

"Can the severed hand be reattached?" Luo Chen asked with concern.

Murong Qinglian shook her head in sorrow.

It couldn't be reattached.

The first time the severed limb was reattached, it was already a wonderful method of the Yuding Sword Sect.

Even so, Qin Liangchen spent a long time gradually adapting.

There was even the credit of Luo Chen accompanying him to test the method.

Now that it was severed again, it had damaged the source, and even if a fake hand were attached, it would be impossible to use it as freely as before.

Moreover, why would the Yuding Sword Sect reattach a hand for you?

Could he go find other physicians?

Didn't you see that Shan Xiu only lost a palm and could only attach a mid-grade magic tool claw, barely able to use it.

This also led to Shan Xiu's strength being greatly damaged, and he was easily ambushed and killed by Luo Chen.

The sorrowful and depressed expression on the woman's face was so conspicuous.

Luo Chen was also speechless for a moment.

He looked at the pile of spoils and finally gritted his teeth.

"Gather everyone over!"

Those who were injured, those who were not.

Those who were tired, those who were full of spirit.

Thirty cultivators stood in the open space of Xieyue Valley, raised their heads, and looked at the person on the giant stone with expectant expressions.

Facing the pairs of eyes, Luo Chen was hesitant in his heart.

But immediately, his eyes became firm.

Looking at everyone, his clear voice rang out.

"Gang Leader Mi Shuhua is dead."

Silence!

The originally somewhat bustling atmosphere became silent instantly.

A group of low-level cultivators listened in shock to this news.

What they were looking forward to was Hall Master Luo distributing the spoils of war from the night before, even if some of the resources came from their former colleagues.

But they didn't expect Hall Master Luo to utter a bolt from the blue at the first moment.

The protective umbrella that had covered the Poshan Gang had fallen!

After ten breaths, Luo Chen spoke again.

"That night, the nine halls of the Poshan Gang, plus the main altar and the Mi family grounds, were all attacked by enemies several times their number."

"As of now, the outside news is unclear, but the Poshan Gang exists in name only."

Luo Chen paused, leaving enough time for these low-level cultivators to digest the facts.

With his keen eyes, he could see panic, agitation, confusion, and all kinds of expressions appearing on everyone's faces.

There was no lack of worry, fear, attachment, and other emotions.

It seemed that many people here were not alone and also had relatives and friends in other halls.

For example, Tang Quan, who was trembling all over there, almost turned and left.

He must be worried about his uncle Zeng Wen!

Luo Chen thought to himself, and then, as pairs of eyes looked over, he said clearly and firmly:

"The Poshan Gang is gone, but our path of cultivation must continue."

"Loose cultivators are bitter, loose cultivators are tired, loose cultivators..."

Damn, why was he thinking of saying a jingle at a time like this.

Luo Chen pursed his lips. "The days of loose cultivators are not easy; I know, and you all know very well."

"So, I, Luo Chen, am not talented, but I want to form a small force for us to huddle together for warmth."

"I've already thought of the name; let's call it the Luotian Society, taking the meaning of the nine heavens of the Great Luo, the highest and widest, wishing the cultivators of our society can all step above the nine heavens and ascend to the Great Dao."

"Of course, this is just a hope; after all, everyone is just the weakest Qi Refining cultivator."

In his words, all the cultivators gradually woke up from their confusion.

Hall Master Luo was going to set up a new mountain and start a new Poshan Gang!

But he was only at the eighth layer of Qi Refining; could he really protect everyone?

Suddenly!

Many people associated this with the scene of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators meeting earlier.

Finally, Deacon Miao Wen, a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator of the Yuding Sword Sect, chatted with Luo Chen in the Alchemy Hall for half the night.

Could it be that the new Poshan Gang... oh no, the Luotian Society!

Was the backing of the Luotian Society that one?

For a moment, many clever cultivators became excited.

"I won't say much about the rest; after all, the Luotian Society currently only exists in name."

"Now I will talk about two things, actually, it can be counted as one thing."

Luo Chen looked at everyone affectionately.

"Do you want to join the Luotian Society?"

"The battle the day before yesterday was fought by us together to repel the enemy; I have seen how much effort everyone put in."

"Therefore, even those who don't join the Luotian Society, I will distribute a share of the spoils to them, and it might even be more than those who stay!"

"Those who stay will also get a share of the spoils, at least enough to satisfy everyone."

"Moreover, our eyes should be focused on the future."

"I will also use this huge sum of spoils for the future development of the Luotian Society, heaven and earth as my witness!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

Those who left would get more spoils.

Instead, those who stayed would get less?

What kind of logic was this?

This time, they had almost no time to think.

Because someone expressed their intention to join on the spot.

"I, Zhou Yuanli, am still willing to follow the President!"

At the same time, Liu Qiang also made his stance known.

Not only that, Gu Caiyi, Granny Yuan, and Murong Qinglian, representing Qin Liangchen, also joined.

The only ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivator who hadn't expressed his stance was Duan Feng.

Feng Xia, who had rushed over early this morning, poked him in the waist from behind.

Duan Feng then woke up and bowed deeply to Luo Chen with heartfelt admiration.

"I, Duan Feng, also follow President Luo Chen!"

That group of low-level loose cultivators was stunned.

The Luotian Society, which was alone just a moment ago, instantly had the addition of five ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivators.

Zhou Yuanli and Liu Qiang were also known for fighting together, not fearing ordinary ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivators.

Besides that, they all remembered Luo Chen's record of killing two ninth-layer Qi Refining experts, Shan Xiu and Gao Tingyuan, alone.

In other words, Luo Chen himself had the strength to rival ninth-layer Qi Refining experts.

Calculating this way, the Luotian Society, which had just taken shape, already had seven ninth-layer Qi Refining combat powers.

This strength, no matter where it was placed, could not be considered weak.

Ordinary loose cultivators simply didn't dare to rival it!

With this, almost no one hesitated.

With a force to protect them, who would want to be a loose cultivator with no one to rely on?

"I, Tang Quan, am willing to join the Luotian Society!"

"I, Yuan Dongsheng, am willing to join the Luotian Society!"

"I, Qu Hancheng, am willing to join the Luotian Society!"

Hearing this name, Luo Chen's eyes lit up.

This old man was actually still alive!

It was so chaotic before that he thought the other party had died in the war.

Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy.

Watching one cultivator after another voluntarily join the Luotian Society, the heavy stone in Luo Chen's heart finally fell.

The conversation between him and Miao Wen the night before yesterday wasn't complicated.

The core point was just one.

Cooperation! ===== CHAPTER 146 =====