Chapter 1022: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1022: This Emotion, This Scene!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Just like that, a period of time passed, and the situation in the Dongyu gradually stabilized.

The spirit veins recovered, and spiritual energy surged back.

In mortal cities, collapsed houses were repaired one building after another.

Hawking voices returned to the streets and alleys, children dared to chase and play in the sunlight again, and the elderly squatted at the door holding hot tea to bask in the sun.

The entire Dongyu was like a pool of dead water finally injected with a stream of living water, slowly regaining vitality bit by bit.

This was originally a good thing.

But good things often bring trouble.

News of the Dongyu quickly spread to the other four domains.

However, those places each had their own difficulties.

The Southern Region suffered from floods, the Xiyu had withered spirit veins, and the Northern Domain was in turmoil due to foreign races.

As for the Central Region, demonic calamities were endless, and living people had completely become food for demons.

In comparison, the Dongyu instead became a piece of fat meat.

Vast land with few people, a hundred wastes awaiting revival, and a powerful sect guarding it.

Thus, large numbers of loose cultivators, declining families, remnants of small sects, and even mortals from entire cities began to pour in from all directions.

The population of the Dongyu experienced explosive growth within just a few months.

Cities expanded, market towns sprang up everywhere, and everywhere were newly built houses and reclaimed spirit fields.

However, as more people came, their thoughts became more mixed.

Some honestly put down roots and settled, while naturally there were also restless ones.

Some loose cultivators from other domains, relying on their not-low cultivation, began to form cliques and factions everywhere in the Dongyu, secretly gathering mortals, wanting to compete with the Qingmu Sect.

Even more, several ignorant fellows gathered a group of desperadoes and actually wanted to establish a new dynasty.

When the news reached the Qingmu Sect, Xu Zhangqing only said one word: "Kill."

His attitude was clear, needing no explanation.

The reason the Dongyu could hold on was not because loose cultivators reclaimed a few pieces of wasteland, nor because some ambitious person brought temporary order, but because the Qingmu Sect and the Dafeng Dynasty withstood almost all the pressure.

Put bluntly, this was a result they exchanged for with their lives!

These people did nothing, so why should they come to pick the peaches?

The Dafeng Dynasty is the only dynasty in the Dongyu, and the Qingmu Sect is the only top-tier sect in the Dongyu; these two premises have no room for negotiation whatsoever.

Once the kill order was given, the people of the Jiuyou Sect moved first.

Those loose cultivators shouting about establishing a new dynasty were soon uprooted, not a single one left.

And those sects and forces trying to become competitors of the Qingmu Sect were also all wiped out by Li Chuan.

The undercurrents of the Dongyu had not yet surged to the surface before they were strangled.

From then on, no one dared to cause trouble again.

The rules of the Dongyu were thoroughly set.

Above is the Qingmu Sect, below is the Dafeng Dynasty.

After some more days, Zhang Su and Rong Yan came together.

After so many years, Zhang Su was still the same, wearing a brocade satin long robe, his belly still bulging, looking not like a cultivator but like the manager of a large chamber of commerce.

His chin slightly raised, his whole body exuding an air of wealth and arrogance.

However, this arrogance was restrained the moment he saw Xu Zhangqing, replaced by a smiling face, his eyes narrowed into two slits, and he bowed with clasped hands from afar.

His cultivation had barely reached Human Grade Golden Core Late Stage.

Rong Yan had changed, his figure burly and sturdy, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted.

His face was more mature than in his youth, with a short beard grown on his jaw.

His cultivation had reached Earth Grade Golden Core Peak, his aura thick and solid.

At first there was no expression on his face, but upon seeing Xu Zhangqing, he still became excited.

These two, back when they were at the Dongting Immortal Sect, had both taken quite good care of Xu Zhangqing.

Back then, Zhang Su felt Xu Zhangqing was not simple, and Rong Yan was the same.

Now times have changed, that junior sister who silently worked in the spirit field back then has become the Sect Master of the Qingmu Sect, and even more, the actual controller of the entire Dongyu.

And the Qingmu Sect has also become the only top-tier sect in the entire Dongyu.

In terms of foundation, it is not as good as the Dongting Immortal Sect, which has been passed down for ten thousand years and accumulated countless cultivation methods and magic treasures, but in terms of influence, it now surpasses it.

And the Zhang Family and the Rong Family have both now been merged into the Qingmu Sect.

This relationship, for both of them, whether public or private, must be well maintained.

Therefore, Zhang Su and Rong Yan immediately presented gifts.

Top-grade pills, bundles of spirit talismans, spirit stones of excellent quality, and carefully cultivated spirit plants; not only were there many in quantity, but the types were also exceptionally rich.

Zhang Su placed them down while smiling and saying: "A small gift, not worth much respect."

Rong Yan did not have so many words, mainly because he was not good at pleasantries; it was better to bring something practical.

Xu Zhangqing smiled and waved his hand: "We are all our own people, no need to be polite."

What he said was from the heart.

These pills and spirit stones were good things for Zhang Su and Rong Yan, but for me, a Nascent Soul cultivator, they were indeed nothing.

Spirit plants?

Yes, and an endless supply!

Spirit stones?

Yes, and an endless supply!

Cultivation methods and spells?

Yes, either immortal-rank or heaven-rank!

But no matter what, Zhang Su still insisted on leaving the things behind, saying seriously: "Junior Brother Xu, no, it should be Sect Master Xu."

These are all grown by the Zhang Family themselves; though the things are not precious, the sentiment is real.

If you don't accept them, you're treating us as outsiders."

Rong Yan nodded in agreement: "Right."

Hearing this, Xu Changqing stopped declining and had Qingyao accept the gifts.

Afterward, the few of them walked together toward the Spirit Fields; not long after, Han Su and Li Sancai, who had received the news, also joined the group.

The Qingmu Sect's Spirit Fields had already expanded several times compared to before.

Looking around, one patch after another of spirit rice glowed golden in the sunlight, and among the branches and leaves of the spirit plants, a warm spiritual light flowed.

On the Spirit Field Ridge stood many disciples.

Some were tending to the spirit rice, some were casting the Small Cloud Rain Technique, and others were using Sword Pills to eliminate the pests gnawing at the spirit plants.

This scene felt especially familiar.

Li Sancai stopped and pointed to a spirit plant not far away, saying: "The position of that Cloud Mist Grass is planted off; it should be moved three cun to the left."

Han Su chuckled softly beside him: "Senior Brother San Cai, your occupational disease is acting up again."

Zhang Su stood on the Spirit Field Ridge, hands propping up his round waist, looking at the scene before him and sighing emotionally: "Time truly flies; in a blink, two hundred years have passed."

Back then, at Dongting Immortal Sect, wasn't it the same for us?

Day after day planting spirit rice, asking people to cast rain, using Sword Pills to remove pests……"

"Indeed."

Han Su took up the conversation: "In those days, what I looked forward to most was helping Senior Brother Xu loosen the soil and transport earth qi."

That way, I could get ten jin of spirit rice."

Li Sancai said wistfully: "I miss the days of the Outer Sect assessment even more."

Xu Changqing opened his mouth, his voice somewhat low: "I still remember, when Lao Hu first delivered spirit beast feces, he used fresh feces to pit me……"

Thinking of Hu Bugui, everyone fell silent.

No one expected that he would suddenly die.

That face was clearly right before their eyes, yet it became increasingly blurred.

Perhaps before long, everyone would forget Hu Bugui's face, remembering only this name.

Afterward, everyone continued patrolling forward along the Spirit Field Ridge; under the sunlight, the shadows of the few people were stretched very long!