Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

"Of course I know that the Wuji Shuangjue came to Wuwang a month ago. All the Taoist friends in the city know about this."

Someone in the audience immediately joined in the conversation.

"Then everyone must know that the Wang and Song clans will hold a monster hunting competition in a month." The storyteller was not annoyed, but looked at everyone with a smile: "The monster hunting competition is held every ten years, and it is also mixed with the allocation of islands in the Wuwang Sea. The Wuji Shuangjue came back at this critical moment, and everyone must have guessed that they came for this matter."

"In that case, the Song family must have the upper hand this time?" Someone frowned. The title of the two Wuji masters was not false. It was said that the two had already reached the middle and late stages of foundation building at such a young age. Their comprehension of the swordsmanship was also amazing.

"Not really. Although the Song family has two masters from the Wuji Sect, the Wang family has also recruited three disciples from the Wanjian Sect to help. I'm afraid this monster hunting competition will be even better than before."

The storyteller's eyes sparkled with excitement. As he listened to the conversation of the people below, he stroked his beard, looking very elegant.

"Everyone, if you want to place a bet on the monster hunting competition between the Wang and Song families, you must think twice."

As the storyteller was speaking, he noticed Luo Shan walking in from the door. He narrowed his eyes, as if he thought of something.

"It's really hard to make a bet. I'd better observe for a few more days."

"That's right. Wuji Sect and Wanjian Sect both have disciples from the top three sects."

"I think the Wang family is still better. Don't forget that Master Wang Yang of the Wang family has also reached the foundation-building stage."

"I think the Song family has a better chance of winning."

"You don't have to worry. The Monster Hunting Competition will be held in a month. During this period, the Wang and Song families are recruiting talented people. Many cultivators came to the city today. I think they are here for the Monster Hunting Competition."

The storyteller inadvertently glanced at Luo Shan and recognized the origin of this female cultivator.

The Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppets have been quite active recently, and have had many frictions with the Gu Clan and the Demon Sect. It is said that it was because of this woman. Unexpectedly, this woman also appeared in Wuwang City.

"I was wondering why there were so many more cultivators in the city after I came out of seclusion. So that's why!" a male cultivator muttered.

Luo Shan had not hidden his identity in the city before, so when he entered, not only the storytellers recognized him, but some monks also recognized him.

The originally noisy lobby was silent for a moment. Luo Shan slowly found a place to sit down and waved to the waiter:

"Are there any spiritual meals?"

"Yes, fairy, what would you like to order?" The waiter listed the names of several dishes that were selling quite well in the store.

"A serving of snow spirit fish, a pot of spirit wine and a few signature dishes." After ordering the dishes, Luo Shan looked at the waiter.

"Okay, wait a moment, fairy."

After the waiter left, many people were still looking at Luo Shan. Luo Shan was a little displeased by these looks. When he saw people looking at him, he narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone:

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the monk who was originally looking at Luo Shan instantly withdrew his gaze. Thinking of the rumors about this woman in his mind, he felt that his behavior just now was really courting death.

These barbaric cultivators from Southern Xinjiang are extremely ferocious. It is said that in the secret realm, when the two tribes from Southern Xinjiang unite, they can attack the Gu tribe without mercy.

"Brother Daoist Luo, are you interested in participating in the monster hunting competition now that you have come to Wuwang City?" The storyteller looked at Luo Shan with a smile, not at all intimidated by the other party's aura.

"What is this monster hunting competition?" Luo San glanced at the storyteller and said lightly.

"It is naturally the foundation building competition between the Wang and Song families. The cultivators of the two sides will distribute the resources of the Wuwang Sea based on the number of monsters they hunted."

The storyteller continued:

"This time, both the Wang and Song families have recruited many foundation-building cultivators. Daoist Fellow Luo is so talented that if he can participate in the competition, he will definitely be among the best."

"Since it is the Wang and Song families who are allocating resources, it has nothing to do with me."

"Fellow Daoist Luo is wrong. It is said that all the monsters killed by the cultivators participating in this competition will belong to them. In addition, both families have promised to give a golden elixir to each of the top three people who contributed the most. With this elixir, you will have a better chance of breaking through to the golden elixir level in the future."

Luo Shan was a little excited when he heard there was a reward, but when he heard it was a golden elixir, he immediately lost interest:

"Ningjindan is indeed a good thing, but it's a pity that I can't use it."

In addition to condensing the golden elixir, the original god also has to control the corpse puppets to condense fake elixirs. The golden elixir that the Dongyue cultivators use to break through the golden elixir is of little use to her.

The storyteller was silent. It seemed that this monster hunting competition would be less interesting.

Just as he was feeling regretful, he saw three male cultivators wearing the uniforms of the Wanjian Sect walking in. They happened to be the three people from the Wanjian Sect mentioned just now.

"Brother, I heard that the spiritual food in this restaurant is delicious. You must try it later." The slightly fat male cultivator among the three entered the restaurant first and said to the waiter:

"Bring me some snow spirit fish, and a few jars of spirit wine."

“Three immortals, I’m sorry, we have run out of Snow Spirit Fish.” The waiter said embarrassedly.

"No more?" The slightly plump male cultivator glanced over and saw a portion of Snow Spirit Fish on Luo Shan's table. His face immediately darkened.

"If there isn't anything there, why is it on her desk?" the male cultivator from the Wanjian Sect said, pointing in the direction of Luo Shan.

Luo Shan was holding a jade chopstick, picking out the bones of the spirit fish bit by bit. Although the snow spirit fish tasted delicious, it had a lot of bones, and the fish meat contained rich water spirit power.

As if he didn't hear the words of the male cultivator from Wanjian Sect, Luo Shan never raised his head from beginning to end, and focused on picking out the fish bones.

This was the first time since she became a monk that she had to do such a tedious task in order to get food. She could obviously use her spiritual power to remove the thorn, but she did not do so.

"This fairy is the last one." The waiter explained. Looking at the gloomy face of the Wanjian Sect male cultivator, he took a few steps back and said with a stiff upper lip:

"Master, snow fish are extremely difficult to catch. We only caught three today. The one on the fairy's plate is the last one. If you like snow fish, you can come back tomorrow."

"Okay, Junior Brother, since the Snow Spirit Fish has been sold out, if you want to eat some, just come back next time." The tall and thin male cultivator who was in the lead spoke.

They were still wearing the disciple uniforms of the Wanjian Sect. If they were to act so aggressively towards a waiter, it would only bring shame to the Wanjian Sect.

The slightly plump male cultivator didn't look very happy, but he didn't lose his temper after all. He noticed that many people were looking at him and felt embarrassed.

Of course, they didn't come to the restaurant just for a bite of food.

Wuwang City is not small, but this restaurant is the only one in the city that has storytellers. They came here just for the storytellers.

After the three of them sat down, the atmosphere in the hall fell silent again for a moment. The storyteller's eyes gleamed as he looked at the cultivators below who had their own thoughts. He glanced leisurely at Luo Shan and the three people from the Wanjian Sect, and then struck the wake-up stick again.

Only a "click" sound was heard, and the storyteller cleared his throat and continued to talk about the major events in the world of cultivation today.