Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"Wang Qiye, I am here to beg for alms."

Today, the monks got up at 8 o'clock, which was unprecedented. At this time, the sky was just getting bright, Wang Qiye had already eaten breakfast and was taking a nap.

"Ah, monk, why are you up late today?"

Wang Qiye, with a pair of panda eyes, handed him six cakes, poured him a full glass of wine, and looked Zhuang Baoxiang up and down, feeling that he was different from before.

"The second level of foundation building?"

"No self, true Buddha. Good, good."

Zhuang Baoxiang held up a Buddhist sign and chanted a Buddhist name. A mysterious smile appeared on his charred face, and no one could tell whether he was real or fake. He turned around and handed three pancakes to Su Linye behind him, then stood up, found a stone at random, and started to have breakfast.

"Master, water."

A charming figure walked over, still wearing the same light pink dress, but she looked even more seductive than yesterday.

"You have also reached the second level of foundation building?"

Wang Qiye swallowed his saliva, then he withdrew his gaze from the witch and filled the bowl in her hand with wine.

"Thank you very much, Taoist Priest."

A clear voice sounded again, and a slender hand stretched out again, with the palm slightly raised.

"Is this taken?"

Wang Qiye asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, took out 10 magic weapons from the storage bag and handed them over.

Su Linye did not say anything, but just accepted the magic weapon, gave Wang Qiye a look, letting him experience it himself, then sat next to Zhuang Baoxiang and started having breakfast.

"Damn it, it seems like I've suffered a big loss this time. The He Huan Sect's skills are really amazing. After practicing dual cultivation with a monk, my skills have greatly increased. The original Ying Ying Zhu Huo has not only broken through to the second level of foundation building, but if Su Lin Ye hadn't been injured and used this to make up for this loss, I'm afraid he would have broken through two levels and reached the third level of foundation building."

"She got such a great deal, but I, the matchmaker, have to give her a reward. This woman is really calculating!"

Although he thought so in his heart, Wang Qiye did not feel unwilling. Instead, he felt happy for Zhuang Baoxiang. After experiencing the delicacies of the world, the monk's hard training was not in vain.

"Sir, the reception passage will be opened at noon. Please accept my servant's greeting again."

Su Yingmeng knelt down again and kowtowed to the ground.

"Su Yingmeng, are you learning formation techniques?"

Wang Qiye then remembered that this girl seemed to have some talent in formation.

"Yes, sir, but I am stupid and I only know three simple formations."

"Take these formation materials and practice with them."

Wang Qiye threw all the formation materials in the storage bag onto the ground, forming a pile.

"Sir, this is too much. I dare not take it."

Su Yingmeng knelt on the ground, feeling extremely terrified.

"Alas, people are gone and the tea is cold. It's not even the Habala yet, but some people don't even listen to the young master's words."

Wang Qiye suddenly wanted to kick her again, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. Some people’s slave mentality is deeply ingrained in their bones, and it would probably be difficult for them to change in the future.

"Thank you very much, sir. Thank you very much, sir. I will never dare to do it again."

Su Yingmeng's head hit the ground with a clanging sound. Her eyes were blurred by tears and she was choking with sobs, unable to utter a single word.

"Master Dao, no, Master Qi, hehehe, let's have a discussion."

Fang Qingtian walked over with a sly smile.

"Fuck away!"

Wang Qiye sat down on a big rock, swinging the hem of his Taoist robe, looking calm and composed.

"I wonder which of the 100 arts that Master Qi is good at?"

"Know nothing."

"Seventh Master, I want to use this little magic weapon to exchange for some puppet supplies in your hands. Seventh Master, you can give whatever you want. Any amount is fine."

Fang Qingtian smiled, holding 30 magical weapons in his hands, and approached Wang Qiye.

"Your son?"

Wang Qiye looked up and down at Fang Qingtian, who was in his 30s, with a questioning look.

"Seventh Master, I'm not married yet."

There was no embarrassment on Fang Qingtian's face and he maintained his fake smile.

"That is?"

Monk Wang Qiye and Monk Zhang were puzzled. Looking at Fang Qingtian, it seemed that he was not the type to be a puppet master. After all these days, he hadn't released a single puppet.

"It's the object."

"You haven't been chasing her all the time, but she didn't agree, right?"

Wang Qiye joked.

"How could that be possible? Miss Li is just young and is devoted to her puppet business. She has no time to care about anything else."

After saying this, Fang Qingtian's old face turned red and disfigured.

"Please take the things back and stop insulting your Seventh Master."

Well, this is another fish that is kept. Miss Li, the magic puppeteer, is really good at tricks. She can make this old man so devoted. But this is none of Wang Qiye's business. Wang Qiye threw all the puppet items in the storage bag on the ground and did not take Fang Qingtian's 30 magic tools.

"Seventh Master, from now on, if you have any orders, Fang Qingtian will never say no."

Fang Qingtian also kowtowed to Wang Qiye, and with a smile on his face he put away the pile of puppet items in front of him.

"Get out of here now, it's annoying to watch."

Wang Qiye waved at Fang Qingtian as if he was chasing away a fly.

Fang Qingtian just smiled and turned away.

"Master——"

"Take it away."

After drinking the last sip of wine, Zhuang Baoxiang waved his hand and a pile of puppet items appeared on the ground.

"Master, you are truly my dear master!"

Fang Qingtian smiled and kowtowed three times on the ground before he stood up and collected the pile of puppet items on the ground. His happy eyes seemed as if he had already captured Miss Li and brought her home with him.

"My Lord, I am still short of materials for the talisman. I wonder if you would be able to provide me with some support."

A beautiful lady stood in front of Wang Qiye.

"Take it away."

Wang Qiye waved his hand and emptied all the talisman materials in the storage bag. This might be the retribution for being a matchmaker for the monk, and he cursed himself inwardly.

"Thank you, Young Master Wang. You are so kind and generous. Zhuang Baoxiang will definitely repay you for me."

Su Linye smiled and bowed before accepting the talisman materials on the ground. She did not go to Zhuang Baoxiang to ask for the talisman materials again. It seemed that she had already got them. This woman from the Hehuan Sect really had some tricks.

Yu Jinyan was hesitant and didn't say a word in the end. She couldn't choose to earn the money on her knees.

Wang Qiye saw this and was happy and relaxed. He rubbed his panda eyes and lay down on a big rock. He could sleep for another three hours.

"Sir, the time has come."

Su Yingmeng woke Wang Qiye up and stood by his side.

"Really? Are you going back?"

Wang Qiye opened his arms and yawned, then looked at the storage bag. There was a faint vibration from the talisman.

"Take care, Master Qi, and Master!"

Fang Qingtian, who was anxiously thinking of Miss Li, was the first to crush the talisman, and a green bubble surrounded him.

"Take care, Young Master. Take care, Zhuang Baoxiang. Take care, Taoist Fang. Take care, Taoist Fellow Yu. Take care, Taoist Fellow Su."

Su Yingmeng also crushed the talisman.

Yu Jinyan just nodded to Zhuang Baoxiang, looked at Wang Qiye with complicated eyes, and crushed the talisman.

"Thank you, Prince Wang, for your help."

Su Linye also crushed the talisman.

"Monk, I'll teach you bad habits another day."

Wang Qiye opened his mouth wide and smiled sincerely. He put the big black on his shoulder into his arms, activated the spiritual power in his hands, and after a talisman lit up, a big green bubble wrapped him up.

"Wang Qiye, next time you must listen carefully to the monk's teachings on Buddhism."

Zhuang Baoxiang opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of white teeth, and crushed the talisman in his hand.

Five seconds later, green bubbles rose one by one, and the Habara flag-grabbing battle officially came to an end.

He walked around in the washing machine again, but this time Wang Qiye just staggered and stabilized his body. The extremely dizzy feeling slowly subsided.

He stood up and walked towards Elder Mo. Facing Elder Mo again was like a tadpole facing the sun. Instead, he felt that the gap between him and himself was getting bigger and bigger.

"Stand behind me."

Elder Mo nodded approvingly.

Wang Qiye finally came back to his senses from his daze and sat cross-legged behind Elder Mo.

"Meet Elder Mo!"

A group of seven people saluted Mo Laojiu. They were the group of people who had returned from Lingxi Valley.

"Well, stand behind me."

Seeing so many people coming back, Elder Mo smiled rarely and nodded with satisfaction.

"I never thought some people could still save their lives."

Chu Liyue had a proud look on her face, and her eyes were full of sneer, as if she wished Wang Qiye would die quickly.

"Brother Wang, I feel relieved to see you come back safe and sound."

White Wolf Ling Mufeng came to Wang Qiye's side and sat down cross-legged. Other fellow disciples from Lingxi Valley also sat down behind White Wolf one after another.

"Well, Brother Ling, I'm sorry to have made you worry."

Wang Qiye simply nodded, showing a lack of interest.

"Brother Ling, why do you care about this kind of person? If he were here, Sister Ye wouldn't have died tragically."

"Brother Wang, please don't be offended. Junior Sister Chu is outspoken and has always been like this. Please forgive me."

Ling Mufeng quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Brother Ling, I don't need you to explain to me. I, Chu Liyue, just can't stand this kind of person."

Chu Liyue was still indignant and thought that Wang Qiye was too selfish. Such a person did not deserve to stay in Lingxi Valley. The sooner he left, the better so that he would not have to see him and would not be bothered by him.

"Brother Ling, you don't need to say anything. I, Wang Qiye, am a selfish bastard. Some people can't stand it, so just open your eyes and watch carefully."

Wang Qiye did not indulge other people's bad habits. It was just that he had kneeled for too long in the old days, and after traveling to this cultivation civilization, he didn't want to kneel anymore.

"you--"

Chu Liyue was so angry that she couldn't speak. She had never seen such a shameless person before.

"Okay, let's stop talking. It will be difficult to see you again after we return to the sect."

Ling Mufeng still acted as a peacemaker.

"Some people didn't come with us this time because they don't know how great our Lingxi Valley's reputation is."

Chu Liyue still couldn't help it and started to act sarcastic again.

"That's right. Our Foundation Establishment puppet is really amazing. Senior Brother Wang, you really should have come with us. Look, Junior Sister Ning helped us and got two storage bags, 15 magic tools, and 100 spirit stones."

Zhu Qishan also looked smug and proud, as if he had made the lion's share of the credit.

Wang Qiye was no longer interested in this kind of bickering and ignored them.

Zhu Qishan thought he had given in and had no intention of stopping.

"Brother Wang, you don't know how powerful our Lingxi Valley's foundation-building puppet, the twelve-clawed spider, is. It can defeat the siege of the demon cultivators from the Thousand Demon Palace, the Sword Demon Sect, the Thousand Machine City, and kill foundation-building cultivators as easily as cutting vegetables. If a foundation-building demon cultivator hadn't chosen a suicidal attack, Sister Ye wouldn't have died and would have returned to the sect with us in glory."

Zhu Qishan, the Tingyu Sword, is indeed a storyteller. Once he starts telling stories, he never stops. Wang Qiye just wants to sleep after listening to him.

"That's right. I'm not afraid of scaring you to death. There are 192 cultivators who died in our hands, and five of them were demon cultivators in the foundation-building stage. If you follow us this time, I guarantee that you will have at least 5000 spirit stones in your net worth!"

Chu Liyue's eyes seemed to be growing up to the sky, and her tail was sticking up high.

"awesome."

These people were really good at talking. Wang Qiye gave them a perfunctory compliment, fearing that Zhu Qishan would drag him in again and tell him how the twelve-clawed puppet had destroyed the five Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"It's good that you know this. Next time, you must follow the organization closely and don't act alone."

Chu Liyue's expression then looked a little better, and she gave another word of comfort in a serious and earnest manner.

"Okay, time is up, let's go back."

It was a rare occasion for Elder Mo to give a reminder in advance. With a wave of his hand, everyone rose from the ground.

"Gah-"

A green cry was heard, and a large green bird steadily caught everyone and landed them in the light shield on its back.

Wang Qiye didn't dare to be careless and quickly closed his eyes. He had already had a bad experience once and didn't want to go through it again.