Chapter 310: Recruitment

A great river lay across the front, the river surface was thirty zhang wide, the river current was turbulent, rolling up one whirlpool after another.

Liu Xiaolou cut a long bamboo the thickness of a fist, tucked it under his arm, leaped up, and rushed toward the center of the river current.

Reaching the center, he threw the bamboo onto the water surface, his body fell, his toes lightly tapped the emerald bamboo, he changed his breath of true essence and rose again, this time landing directly on the opposite bank of the river.

He looked with satisfaction at the wide river surface left behind him, a sense of achievement rising in his heart. If he continued to practice like this, he wouldn't even need the bamboo pole, right? Walking on water—how free that would be!

The terrain along this road changed greatly. Sometimes he climbed on high mountains, sometimes he traveled through deep valleys, sometimes he had to cross unknown large and small rapids, and sometimes he had to break a path in the dense forest.

Bailian Gou, Lei River, Sifang Mountain, Feitian Mountain... While climbing mountains and crossing ridges, he was also verifying his Foundation Establishment methods at any time and adapting to the strength after his cultivation base had greatly improved.

This day, a dam appeared under the mountain ahead. In the dam, fields were crisscrossed, with more than a hundred acres of fertile land. Along the foot of the mountain, there was a farmstead, and there were dozens of beautiful houses and mansions in the farmstead. In these mountains of Lingnan, it could be considered a wealthy household.

Liu Xiaolou originally wanted to go around it, but when he walked to the foot of the mountain, his path was blocked by a strong man.

This strong man had his chest open, revealing several dense clumps of black hair. He carried a shoulder pole on his shoulder, pointed at Liu Xiaolou, and shouted: "Stop!"

Was he being robbed?

Usually, the robbers blocking the road did not have very good cultivation, because high-level cultivators had no time or energy to do such things. He could not help but be happy. It had been a long time since he had encountered a robber; he truly missed it very much.

This black-haired strong man said again: "Where are you a cultivator from? What sect? Speak the truth quickly!"

Liu Xiaolou answered with a smile: "I came from Wushan and am the Sect Master of the Xuan Yuan Sect in Bazhong."

This black-haired strong man frowned and thought: "Xuan Yuan Sect? Never heard of it..."

The shoulder pole suddenly struck the tree trunk beside him, and an old man quickly drilled out of the forest: "What's wrong?"

Liu Xiaolou's eyebrows jumped, and his heart sank. This old man was hiding in the forest, arriving in one move. He should be no more than ten zhang away from here, yet he was completely unaware. Either he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, or he had special means.

In this way, these two did not look like robbers.

The black-haired strong man said: "Old Uncle, have you heard of the Xuan Yuan Sect? The Xuan Yuan Sect in Bazhong?"

The old man shook his head: "Never heard of it." He stared at Liu Xiaolou and looked him up and down: "Where is your home? Which sect are you attached to?"

Liu Xiaolou asked: "Are you two robbers blocking the road, or..."

The strong man shouted: "Rob your ass! We are from the Maling Sect. Don't say you haven't heard of it! Where are you going?"

Liu Xiaolou cupped his hands and said: "So it is a great sect of Lingnan, fellow Daoist of Maling Mountain. Disrespect, disrespect! I came from the west and am preparing to go to Luo Fu Mountain."

The Maling Sect was one of the orthodox sects, occupying the blessed land of Maling Mountain. Its status in Lingnan was equivalent to the Zhanglong Sect and Dongyang Sect in Xiangxi.

The strong man said: "Since you have come to this place, your luck is not bad. From today on, you are recruited by my Maling Sect. Come with us! If you serve obediently, there will be benefits for you after the war. If you try to escape, you, this loose cultivator from Bazhong, should also know the rules: body and Dao will perish, no two words!"

Liu Xiaolou was stunned and could not help but smile bitterly. He was truly unlucky to have encountered a great sect recruiting loose cultivators?

"Two, I wonder which sect you have a dispute with?"

"Qingyuan Sect. Don't be afraid, the Qingyuan Sect cannot beat my family!" The black-haired strong man waved his hand, showing his confidence in victory.

The old man who drilled out of the forest was not as careless as the black-haired strong man and looked very cautious: "Young man, you said you came from the Xuan Yuan Sect in Bazhong. Do you have any proof? Also, which sect is this Xuan Yuan Sect of yours attached to?"

Without waiting for Liu Xiaolou to answer, he reminded: "Don't talk nonsense. Think clearly before you speak, otherwise I will take you as a spy, cut off your head, and send it to the Qingyuan Mountain guys, letting them recognize the person themselves!"

Liu Xiaolou had to try his best to learn the Bazhong accent and answer: "I am from Bazhong, what proof do I need? There is none... If you want to talk about attachment, it should be attached to the Bazhen Sect in Pingdu."

Xiangxi and Badong, Bazhong were adjacent, and the accents were 70-80% similar. Liu Xiaolou spoke very similarly, and even if it wasn't similar, these two Lingnan cultivators could not tell.

The strong man looked at the old man: "Old Uncle?"

The old man said to the strong man: "The accent sounds like... recruit! Go!"

The strong man said: "Follow me, enter the farmstead. See, that farmstead is my Maling Mountain's villa. Everyone gathers here, and then go south to fight the Qingyuan thieves... Don't worry, after winning, the spoils of war will belong to individuals. If my Sect Master is satisfied, he will also reward gold and silver, or even spirit stones, according to your cultivation... What is your cultivation?"

Liu Xiaolou did not move his feet, his eyes glancing at the farmstead, and then looking at the surroundings, saying: "I am Foundation Establishment... are there only you two here?"

The strong man scolded: "Go! Quick... what?" Suddenly reacting, he could not help but laugh loudly: "You are Foundation Establishment? Haha..."

Laughing and laughing, he slowly stopped laughing, because the Old Uncle beside him had already collapsed to the ground. He did not see how the other party made a move at all. It felt like just a blink...

Old Uncle was at Qi Refinement Stage 10!

Two stages higher than himself!

Knocked down in a blink?

He turned to run, but was pulled back by a great force. This force was completely irresistible. He wanted to swing the shoulder pole to hit someone, but felt his arms sour and powerless, unable to swing at all. His feet softened, and he sat on the ground.

"Are you truly a Foundation Establishment senior?" The black-haired strong man lay on the ground, eyes wide open.

Liu Xiaolou reached out and beckoned, first summoning a purse from the old man. After opening it, he found five spirit stones, a bottle of spirit elixirs to replenish true essence, two plasters emitting a pungent smell, and several taels of broken silver, which made him somewhat disappointed.

As for this strong man, he carried nothing at all.

Two poor ghosts, and they were disciples of a great sect. This Maling Mountain was not very good!

Then he laughed at himself. His appetite was truly big. This was not good.

The only valuable things for the two were two artifacts. The old man had a flying sickle, which belonged to the low-grade of mid-level artifacts, worth about twenty or thirty spirit stones. The strong man's shoulder pole was a high-grade low-level artifact, worth about ten spirit stones. It just depended on how to sell it and to whom.

Liu Xiaolou scratched his head and put everything into the Qiankun bag—he had now consciously begun to prepare for strengthening the sect. As the saying goes, a ten-thousand-foot building rises from the ground. Every spirit stone, every spirit elixir, every plaster, and every artifact was the foundation of the Three Mystical Sect's growth. Looking back a hundred years later, these were all the foundation of the Three Mystical Sect!

People certainly could not be killed easily. Killing disciples of a great sect would create a deep hatred.

He was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, offended by these two blind guys. Giving them a slight punishment was reasonable even if Maling Mountain came to the door.

"Blind eyes! Seeing that you two are disciples of a great sect, I will not punish you heavily. After two hours, your true essence will recover. At that time, open your eyes wide and see clearly. If you are not convinced, let your elders come to Bazhong to find me."

The strong man was still panting like an ox, seemingly unwilling to bow his head, but the old man had experienced many things and seen many scenes, so he immediately bowed his head and admitted defeat: "Thank you, Senior..."

Liu Xiaolou nodded and walked away. ===== CHAPTER 311 =====