Chapter 108

"Hmm?"

Zhang Wuye was stunned, with a trace of fear, as if he had thought of some ominous things.

"Ah!"

Ye Fan felt a chill. Isn't it said that the Holy Body is immune to all evil, and that blood energy has an extremely strong natural resistance to various evil powers? How could he still grow red hair on his body?

"Didn't I tell you that for your kind of physique, some people will grow red hair in their later years and various ominous things will happen?"

Lin Xian said in surprise, "This has a great deal to do with your broken path."

"Did you say that, Saint Master?!"

Ye Fan was a bit doubtful about life. The breeze blew, and although he was clearly a Holy Body with abundant blood energy, he felt a bit cold and couldn't help but shiver.

It was as if a pair of gloomy, pitch-black eyes were staring at him from behind, not knowing if it was human or ghost.

"These are all small matters, not the key."

Lin Xian coughed and spoke nonsense with a straight face: "The key is that our two lineages have a common enemy and are truly our own people."

Zhang Wuye was speechless, recalling the various legends of his ancestor's later years. After a moment of silence, he signaled for the people in the village to put away their weapons.

This village, built of stones, had only a few dozen households, totaling no more than two hundred people, but they were incredibly united. To resist the invasion of roving bandits, all the villagers, regardless of gender or age, held sharp knives.

Upon hearing that the visitors were not enemies, the villagers breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, welcomed the arrival of friends, and slaughtered a sheep that night to entertain the guests.

The golden mutton, under the burning of the fierce fire, made a crispy crackling sound. The tempting grease dripped, making the flames rise high. The enthusiastic villagers danced around the campfire, eating meat in big mouthfuls and drinking wine in big bowls, with a bit of banditry in their roughness—this is the characteristic of the creatures in the Northern Region.

Ye Fan and the others also followed the local customs, sitting in front of the campfire. The hot fire illuminated little Tingting's face until it was red. She was too young to drink strong liquor, and the village had specially brewed grape juice, which was the favorite of the children.

Lin Xian also relaxed, took out some medicinal powder and honey, and spread it on the roasted whole lamb, making the mutton even more delicious.

These seasonings were what he prepared daily. Sometimes when eating metal weapons, mud, and stones, it was a bit hard on the teeth and difficult to swallow, so he added some to the bowl to adjust the taste.

The hundred-year-old bee queen honey could even mix materials, rubbing them into medicinal pills—gold pills, stone pills, copper pills, iron pills—popping one on the road whenever he had nothing to do.

Amidst the laughter, Lin Xian did not act as a riddle-maker, but followed the customs of the Northern Region, straight to the point, and said with extreme sincerity: "We are here to seek the Source Heaven Master's inheritance."

"Zhang Wuye, your lineage can be merged into our Tianxuan Holy Land. In return, the Holy Land will provide protection for the village."

"You won't have to worry about roving bandits coming to burn, kill, and loot in the future, and you won't have to hand over all your source stones; most of the source can be kept by yourselves."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Wuye was still pondering, and some of the old people in the village were moved.

Some young and vigorous youths couldn't help but shout, "Recently, Chen Dahuzi and the others have gone too far, demanding we hand over five catties of source!"

"Last time we handed over more than four catties, and they snatched Er Lengzi's sister!"

"Wouldn't it be better to find protection?"

A group of people talked all at once, cursing and denouncing.

Chen Dahuzi and his group of roving bandits were considered the most shameless batch among the roving bandits in the Northern Region. They had no backbone, robbed source everywhere, killed people at every turn, bullied young girls, and committed all kinds of evil.

Even if other roving bandits robbed, they knew how to sustainably cut leeks and would not wipe out the entire village.

But when it came to Chen Dahuzi, if they couldn't hand over enough source, he would really wipe out the whole family. This kind of behavior of cutting off the roots made the villagers within five hundred li feel insecure.

A young man who looked very honest gritted his teeth and cried while cursing, "My sister was snatched away by this group of beasts..."

He was Er Lengzi, who hated the roving bandits the most, was a victim, and really wanted revenge.

"What is Chen Dahuzi's cultivation?" Ye Fan couldn't stand such things the most and said in a deep voice, "Where are these roving bandits?"

Er Lengzi hurriedly explained. Chen Dahuzi was a cultivator in the Divine Bridge Realm. The highest in the village was only at the Life Spring, so they couldn't beat him at all. Moreover, this group of roving bandits was very cunning and had no fixed residence. Except for coming to collect source, no one could find their tracks.

"Daring to be so arrogant and commit so many evil deeds with just Divine Bridge cultivation." Ye Fan snorted coldly. The Northern Region really has a small temple with big demon winds, and a shallow pond with many turtles.

Zhang Wuye sighed and said, "Calculating the time, Chen Dahuzi will come to the door tomorrow. According to the convention, they will grab someone or kill someone to establish their authority."

A Divine Bridge cultivator—Ye Fan didn't take him to heart. After this period of cultivation, his cultivation had increased greatly, and he was close to the Palace Realm. Plus the superposition of physique and secret methods, he could kill ordinary Palace-level experts.

He revealed his Other Shore Realm and then took on the responsibility, promising to get rid of this great harm for the village.

For a moment, everyone was overjoyed, and their relationship with Lin Xian and the others became increasingly intimate.

Another clever youth, Wang Shu, even took the initiative to step forward and ask Lin Xian about cultivation methods.

Zhang Wuye was instantly shocked and wanted to stop him. Scriptures are the secrets of a sect; how can they be easily taught?

Asking casually will displease the Immortals.

"No need to be nervous." Lin Xian shook his head and smiled indifferently, "For our Tianxuan Holy Land to rise, we must establish a sect in the Northern Region. If your village is willing to join and accept protection, you can become a branch of the Holy Land, existing as a lower courtyard."

"Deep secret methods cannot be taught yet; it requires assessment to test talent and loyalty, but I can give some pointers on the Wheel and Sea scriptures."

The youths of the small village were overjoyed. Led by several cultivators, they bowed deeply, willing to join the Tianxuan Sect.

Wang Shu and Er Lengzi were also among the kneeling crowd.

"This kind of bloodline? In the ancient times, it was known as the Crownless Emperor, second only to the Ancient Emperor bloodline."

Lin Xian looked at Wang Shu and Er Lengzi twice more, then waved his robes, his divine power surging, as if an invisible hand helped everyone up.

He preached the Dao, taught the people of the village some cultivation methods of the "Dao Scripture," and finally instructed, "Wang Shu and Er Lengzi, both have good talent and can stay by my side as Daoist children."

"Others, if they have talent and loyalty, can also be introduced to the main Holy Land to become official disciples and be taught Palace scriptures."

This move of buying a horse's bones with a thousand gold instantly made the people in the village excited. They only had rough cultivation methods, and the highest realm was only Life Spring.

Palace scriptures, to them, were true immortal scriptures.

Why is the Qingxia Sect high and mighty, ruling over five hundred li of land? Isn't it because they have several Palace-level experts?

"Thank you, Saint Master!"

"Thank you, Dean!"

"See you, Principal!"

Countless excited voices rang out, everyone was overjoyed, and all kinds of slogans were shouted.

"Lower courtyard disciples will uniformly call me Principal."

Lin Xian waved his hand and said, "When you have achieved success in cultivation, I will take you on a Northern Expedition to clear out the roving bandits in this area."

"Principal, Northern Expedition?"

Ye Fan's expression was strange, only feeling that Saint Master Lin was becoming increasingly abstract.

The Saint Master is the Principal; what does he, the Holy Son, do?

"Saint Master, you wouldn't make me a Director, would you?" Ye Fan held his forehead, wanting to refute, but after thinking carefully, he found that founding a Holy Land and building a school seemed to be no different—both were recruiting students and teaching disciples.

It was more reliable than running a company before.

"Director, you're thinking too beautifully. I feel that your academic qualifications are fake and you are not suitable for misleading students."

"Fengchu, you should just be a P. E. teacher."

Lin Xian shook his head and did not let Ye Fengchu come out of the mountains, only appointing him as a P. E. teacher, responsible for the disciples' daily physical cultivation. As for the Daoist part, it was left to Jiang Tingting.

(End of chapter)