Chapter 93

"Could the ancestors have been wrong?" Zhang Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, then tried picking up a piece of Zishan stone and biting it. Only a *crack* was heard, and his tooth fell out.

Lin Xian smiled slightly and reminded him, "This is the secret technique of my Profound Heaven Sect, the Immortal Thief of the Six Storehouses, passed down only to core disciples."

"If one eats too much and their mental cultivation is insufficient, their Primordial Spirit will be unable to control the power of the flesh, which will lead to a great disaster."

Zhang Zhiwei was immediately filled with awe and couldn't help but exclaim, "The Profound Heaven Sect is truly an immortal gate, with countless secret techniques far surpassing the Qingxia Gate. I wonder how it compares to the Jiang family?"

The Jiang family, an ancient clan located by the banks of the Jiang River, is famous throughout the Eastern Wilderness and has always stood firm.

Zhang Zhiwei had never left this region, yet he knew the Jiang family was one of the most powerful forces on this vast and boundless land.

Mortals even worship the Jiang family's ancestor, Emperor Hengyu, as a god.

Of course, a Great Emperor is only one step away from becoming an immortal; in the ancient immortal years, they would undoubtedly be True Immortals, no different from gods.

"That is our Saintess, and also of the Jiang family's direct bloodline." Lin Xian pointed at Jiang Tingting and said without changing his expression, "Her grandfather took the initiative to send his granddaughter to my Profound Heaven Sect."

Zhang Zhiwei clicked his tongue, his eyes showing respect, and then asked, "My ancestor, the Source Heaven Master, was an honored guest of the Jade Pool Holy Land. I wonder what the relationship is between the Profound Heaven Sect and the Jade Pool Holy Land?"

"The Jade Pool Holy Land is related to our Holy Son," Lin Xian laughed and said, "Emperor Wushi was precisely a generation of Jade Pool's... Holy Son."

"The Jade Pool also has a Holy Son?"

Zhang Zhiwei was slightly stunned and couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't the Jade Pool Holy Land only ever have Saintesses?"

The Zhang family's first ancestor, the fifth-generation Source Heaven Master Zhang Lin, was high-spirited back then, leaving all the major holy lands feeling disgraced, yet he had an extraordinary relationship with the Jade Pool Saintess.

They, as descendants, also knew some news about the Jade Pool.

"Ahem, don't go asking about the Great Emperor's affairs; it will bring great disaster." Lin Xian coughed and changed the subject to avoid misfortune. After all, they were right next to Zishan, and inside, there was still a Wushi Bell suppressing the ages.

"Great disaster?" Zhang Zhiwei had a strange expression as he looked at Ye Fan, who was digging up Emperor Wushi's Dao field.

It seemed that this kind of behavior was what would bring about a great disaster.

Lin Xian gave a word of advice, telling Ye Fan to dig up a bit more Zishan stone for himself, and then took Zhang Zhiwei toward the stone village.

This was a village built of stone; even the houses were constructed from stone.

Lin Xian and the others were going to preach here, and the villagers were incredibly enthusiastic. Dozens of households, nearly two hundred people, all turned out to move stones and build a spacious, bright, and proper stone Dao field in the village.

Young Jiang Tingting sat in the center of the Dao field reciting scriptures, her body glowing. This was both teaching others and reviewing the old to learn the new, gaining insight into the profound mysteries of the Dao Scriptures.

Some young children and teenagers sat cross-legged on the stones, reading aloud along with her.

"The Dao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three..."

The sound echoed throughout the village, the childish and crisp voices rising and falling. The villagers working nearby showed smiles of relief.

That was the new hope, full of vitality. Today, a seed was planted, and in the future, it would grow vigorously.

Lin Xian and Zhang Zhiwei came to another stone room to teach those who were adults and whose foundations were already set.

The stone village had three surnames in total: one was Zhang, descendants of the Source Heaven Master; the other two were Wang and Lei, descendants of the ancient Silver Blood Royal Clan.

This clan had a small population, their blood was pure silver, and they possessed terrifying talent. Once they grew up, they were fearsome and powerful. Although they produced no Emperors, Great Saints were never lacking, and even the royal clans dared not provoke them.

After thousands of years of intermarriage, the three families were indistinguishable, all having similar blood in their bodies, and could be considered as belonging to one clan.

It was just that the bloodlines of the Wang and Lei surnames were deeper and easier to awaken. Wang Shu and Er Lengzi were typical representatives. Once awakened, they would be pure-blooded descendants, with Great Saints expected and Quasi-Emperors in sight.

As for the others, even if their bloodlines were thin, they could all break the seals and grow into powerhouses.

This was the means left behind by the fifth-generation Source Heaven Master to protect his children and grandchildren, and now it all belonged to the Profound Heaven Sect.

"The stone village, an alternative stone village, can become the foundation of the Profound Heaven Sect."

"It's just that there can't be too many people. On one hand, it prevents the bloodline from becoming too thin; on the other hand, once there are too many people, human hearts become complex, and they start scheming against each other, lacking the simplicity and purity of today."

"It is called a lower courtyard, but in reality, it is the future ancestral land."

Lin Xian's thoughts turned a thousand times in his mind as he began to guide the cultivators in the stone village at the Bitter Sea and Life Spring realms, correcting the mistakes on their cultivation paths and pointing them toward higher directions.

He then appointed these cultivators as class monitors, divided them into several classes, and went to teach the ordinary villagers how to cultivate.

As for Zhang Zhiwei, after everyone finished cultivating, he taught some Source Arts. Although it was only the fur of the Source Heaven Master, it was enough for low-level cultivators and mortals.

Everything was flourishing and improving, looking very harmonious and on the right track. It wouldn't be long before the stone village could become a pure land for cultivation.

However, the sound of noisy hoofbeats arose, breaking this tranquility.

Outside the stone village, dust filled the sky, and dozens of riders arrived in the blink of an eye, with shouting and neighing, filled with murderous intent.

Everyone was riding on Dragon Scale Horses, their green scales flashing, ferocious and fierce, and everyone carried a bloody scent.

The leader was a bearded man in his forties, his curly hair and beard puffed up like a lion's mane, looking very fierce and wild.

"Chen the Bearded is here, bringing over a dozen people to destroy our village!"

"Hide quickly, the bandits are here, everyone grab your weapons, they want to massacre our village."

"Damn them, didn't we just pay the Source? Why are they here again!"

The tranquility was instantly broken. The villagers were suddenly panicked and couldn't care about cultivation, rushing home to grab curved blades. The children who were listening to Jiang Tingting recite scriptures were scared to tears, while some older children picked up stones and looked vigilantly outside the village.

Lin Xian frowned, picked up a stone, flicked his finger, and it turned into a sharp sword of divine light that killed its way out.

With a *crack*, the Dragon Scale Horse let out a mournful cry and fell down, blood flowing everywhere. Chen the Bearded, who was riding on it, was furious: "Damn peasants, how dare you kill my horse!"

"You are truly tired of living!" the other bandits roared, extremely arrogant and full of murderous intent.

"Showing off your arrogance, seeking death!" Lin Xian sat on the Dao platform, sneered, and swept his spiritual sense, discovering that Chen the Bearded and another person had reached the Divine Bridge realm, there were seven or eight cultivators at the Life Spring realm, and the rest were at the lowest Bitter Sea realm.

There was no need for him to take action at all; Ye Fan, at the Other Shore realm, could slaughter them all.

He pointed into the void, and his Dao power turned into a carrier pigeon, flying toward Ye Fan.

In just a moment, a golden stream of light rushed over; it was Ye Fan, carrying a 108,000-jin purple giant stone on his shoulder.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan shouted, smashed a person to death with the giant stone, and then killed his way into the crowd, like a tiger among sheep, invincible, leaving the bandits screaming, blood flowing like a river. The combat power of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was unquestionable.

Seeing the bandits fall one by one, Er Lengzi was stunned at first, then burst into laughter. As he laughed, he cried again, knelt down with a *thud*, kowtowed violently, and begged with a crying voice: "Sect Master, my sister was captured by them several days ago, please save her."

"Your sister? Your own sister!" Lin Xian's expression darkened. Could this group of bandits have ruined a Great Saint seedling?

"It's my own sister." Er Lengzi cried bitterly. Although he was a bit simple and careless on weekdays, he was incredibly sad at this moment.

"A sin, if the Eastern Wilderness Holy Lords knew about this, they would be driven mad."

Lin Xian sighed up at the sky, then patted Er Lengzi on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, I'll take you to save her."

"Ye Fan, leave a few alive."

"Understood." Ye Fan made a gesture. Having killed his way from the Southern Region, he was already familiar with how to deal with bandits.

If he were at the Divine Bridge realm fighting Other Shore bandits, it would take some effort, but now that he was at the Other Shore fighting Divine Bridge, it was like cutting melons and vegetables.

Ye Fan, who had always fought across realms and defied the immortals, felt the pleasure of a crushing victory for the first time and couldn't help but let out a long whistle: "Fighting, it's great!"

"No wonder Master Lin never fights an uphill battle and always fights in favorable conditions." Ye Fan moved openly and boldly, fighting heartily and feeling extremely comfortable. He sighed in his heart, then slapped Chen the Bearded, who was preparing to escape, unconscious.

"Kill!"

"Kill the horse bandits, kill the bandits!"

The villagers in the stone village also rushed out with curved blades to clean up the aftermath and vent the hatred in their hearts. Chen the Bearded had been here for many years, and it wasn't just Er Lengzi's relatives who had been harmed.

In the past, to survive, they had to swallow their anger, but now that Lin Xian had come, the blue sky had returned, and with the Sacred Body here, the Northern Region would be peaceful!

"*Puff, puff, puff*..." Streams of divine light shot out like bullets, the sound continuous, and dead bodies kept falling to the ground.

Until the last bandit fell, Lin Xian stood on the blood-stained earth and said loudly: "I came to the Northern Region to do only three things: open a sect, establish a faction, and wipe out the bandits!"

"Lord Holy Master!"

I don't know who shouted, then knelt down and kowtowed, and then all the villagers knelt down in a swarm.

"Stand up. The bandits let you kneel, but the Holy Master lets you stand. In the Profound Heaven Sect, except when apprenticing and receiving teachings, you are not allowed to kneel at any other time."

Lin Xian shouted: "Follow me to their lair, take back the Source that belongs to us, and save our people."

The young men shouted, like a pack of wolf cubs, riding the Dragon Scale Horses that were the bandits' legacy, their eyes burning, their blood already ignited.

"Of the three of you, only one can live."

Lin Xian poured a basin of water to wake up Chen the Bearded and the other two surviving bandits, and said coldly: "Tell me, where is your lair? Whoever speaks first, lives."

"I am a member of the Qingxia Gate, senior, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." The first thing Chen the Bearded did upon waking up was to bring out his backer.

Lin Xian slapped him to death, too lazy to listen to nonsense, then looked at the remaining two survivors and said indifferently: "He has already wasted his chance to live. What do you intend to do?"

"I'll talk!" a big-eared bandit shouted hurriedly: "I know, it's in the Stone Forest three hundred miles away..."

"Wait, let me kill someone first." Lin Xian smiled slightly, waved his hand, leaving a pool of blood on the ground, but actually took the third bandit away and threw him into the stone village.

Then, Lin Xian sent a voice transmission to Ye Fan, telling him to secretly let the third bandit go and monitor the direction of his escape.

Ye Fan understood, retreated into the crowd, and then used the Great Void Technique to leave.

"Now you can talk." Lin Xian looked at the second big-eared bandit and smiled slightly: "I hope you don't lie."

"Those two just now have already lost their chance to live."

"If you lie, you only lose your life, but I have to waste time looking for your lair, which is not worth it."

"Of course, I can also hand you over to Er Lengzi."

"Er Lengzi, how do you plan to deal with him?"

"I want to bite his flesh off piece by piece!" Er Lengzi's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth, threw the big knife in his hand, and stared fiercely at the bandit's throat, like a cruel ancient beast.

As long as Lin Xian gave the order, he would pounce and tear open the enemy's throat to vent his hatred.

"I'll talk, don't kill me!"

The big-eared bandit was actually scared to the point of wetting himself. A dignified Life Spring cultivator was not even as good as some mortals. In the face of death, the courage he was proud of was not worth mentioning.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent; having walked this path, he had seen too many such bandits.

Seemingly cruel, but actually wielding knives against the weak, they were a different kind of coward.

Using atrocities to cover up their own cowardice, once threatened by greater violence, they would instantly reveal their true nature.