The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

There is no time in the mountains, and the cold and heat are unknown. Ten years in the world of cultivating immortals pass by in the blink of an eye.

Thirteen-year-old Jiang Qingwu, standing in the Wuliang Sect's courtyard, resembled a meticulously crafted ink painting. Though still a young girl, her figure hadn't fully developed, yet she was already 1.5 meters tall, her posture erect, like a bamboo in early spring, exuding a cool yet resilient aura.

Her face was delicate, her skin as white as snow, as if carved from the purest jade in the universe. Her eyes were clear and deep, like an ancient well that could see into the human heart, or like the brightest stars in the night sky, gleaming with wisdom. Her eyebrows were long and slender, like two willow leaves gently falling over her eyes, adding a touch of softness to her face.

Jiang Qingwu had a straight nose and thin, rosy lips. Whenever she smiled, it was like a spring breeze blowing across a lake, rippling the water. Her long, shiny black hair flowed like a waterfall, gently tied up with a simple wooden hairpin. A few strands danced in the breeze, making her look even more extraordinary.

Although her appearance gave people a cold feeling, her behavior was always gentle and decent. She treated everyone with such kindness, whether it was her fellow disciples or the servants in the sect, she always treated them with courtesy, making people feel the softness and warmth in her heart.

Yet, beneath this gentle exterior, Jiang Qingwu harbors a resolute heart. Her resolve to cultivate, her dedication to rectifying wrongs, are deeply etched in her soul. A glimmer of determination often flickers in her eyes, a promise for the future and a hope for herself.

Every day in Wuliang Sect, Jiang Qingwu continuously cultivates and studies. Her presence is evident in the library and the training room, each day filled with effort and sweat. She has a clear goal in mind: to become the pride of Wuliang Sect and to use her strength to protect the sect she deeply loves.

"I've been living in the Dongxu Realm for thirteen years without realizing it..." The owner of the charming yet steady voice was Jiang Qingwu. After ten years of hard practice, she has now reached the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.

Three years ago, her foundation-building and tribulation-crossing journey was a magnificent spectacle. Thunderclouds rolled across the sky, lightning flashed, and thunder roared, as if the heavens and the earth were cheering for her awakening power. Her successful formation of the elixir not only caused a sensation within the Wuliang Sect, but also became a legend in every corner of the Dongxu Realm...

The moment she successfully formed a core, Shi Chenbai had already become famous in the Dongxu Realm. The entire cultivation world knew that the Wuliang Sect had produced a genius disciple who had formed a core at the age of ten. Everyone was amazed that such a genius still existed in the world today, but also regretted that they were not geniuses, regretted not having met such a genius, and even more regretted that they could not afford to support a genius...

In the world of cultivation, building a foundation and forming a pill is the dream of every practitioner, and geniuses who can achieve this at the age of ten are even rarer. Jiang Qingwu's name, like a brilliant star, illuminates the night sky of the entire Dongxu Realm. Her foundation-building tribulation journey is not only a grand event for the Wuliang Sect, but also the focus of the entire cultivation world.

"Have you heard? Wuliang Sect has produced a genius who has reached the Dan stage at the age of ten!" A cultivator in the corner of the teahouse said excitedly to his companions while sipping spiritual tea.

"Of course I've heard of it. That's Jiang Qingwu! Her foundation-building and tribulation-crossing is simply a visual and spiritual feast." Another cultivator's eyes flashed with envy.

"Yes, her talent is truly amazing. I heard that her spiritual roots are extremely pure, and they are rare mutated ice spiritual roots. Her cultivation speed is many times faster than that of ordinary people." An old cultivator who seemed quite knowledgeable interrupted.

"To form a pill at the age of ten is extremely rare in history. I remember the last time such a genius appeared was hundreds of years ago." A middle-aged cultivator said with emotion.

"What do you think? Will Jiang Qingwu participate in the sect competition six years from now? If she does, the scene will definitely be very exciting." A young female cultivator's eyes were full of anticipation.

"She'll definitely participate. With such a talent, how could the sect not allow her to participate in the competition and showcase the strength of the Infinite Sect?" a cultivator who appeared to be quite knowledgeable about sect affairs stated with certainty. "I can't even imagine how exciting the sect competition will be in six years!" the unnamed cultivator commented.

"But don't you feel a little regretful? We ordinary people, no matter how hard we try, can never reach her level." A monk with a little inferiority complex sighed.

"Haha, you are just saying the grapes are sour because you can't eat them. Although we cannot become geniuses, being able to witness the growth of geniuses is also a great blessing on our path of cultivation." An optimistic monk patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

During these discussions, Jiang Qingwu's name was mentioned time and again, her achievements becoming the talk of countless cultivators after dinner. Yet, she herself seemed oblivious to these discussions, continuing to cultivate and grow silently in the Wuliang Sect's spiritual fields. It was the time of the Beginning of Summer and the time for planting rice...

"Junior Master...can you tell me how you practice? I'm having a hard time...I've been stuck in the late stage of foundation building for two years. I'm already twenty-three years old. wuwu..." Feng Ci went to Jiang Qingwu to cry while planting rice.

"Junior brother, don't be so ungrateful! Think about it, our eldest senior brother finally formed a golden elixir at the age of 28! But even so, he is now 63 years old, but still trapped in the late golden elixir realm, and has been trapped for more than ten years!" Zhongli Xiu consoled Feng Ci earnestly.

Then, he sighed, "In comparison, the disciples of our Wuliang Sect are already doing well in their cultivation. The world today is no longer what it used to be! If you look at the cultivators of other sects, you'll see that they all have to wait until they're around a hundred years old before they can barely reach the Golden Core stage. Some are even worse off. Even if they live to two hundred, they probably still won't be able to make a breakthrough! So, Junior Brother, we must cherish the opportunity before us!"

At that moment, Jiang Qingwu, who was working in the fields, planting rice and cultivating her spiritual sense, suddenly became alert—it seemed like a strange visitor had arrived at the sect. She quickly put down the seedlings she was carrying and called out to Zhong Lixiu, "Ah Xiu, it looks like we have a visitor. Let's go check it out! As for Ah Ci, let him stay here and continue planting."

Hearing this, Zhongli Xiu and Feng Ci responded, "Alright!" Then, they both walked towards the sect's back door, ready to greet this mysterious visitor...

Time flew by, and the fleeting ten years felt neither long nor short to them. The hundredth disciple had already been completely convinced by this young yet highly senior junior master. After all, this junior master had been born with an enviable innate spiritual body. Besides her exceptional talent, she also possessed extraordinary diligence and hard work.

On weekdays, people would either see her diligently cultivating or immersed in the library, delving into new spells. Sometimes they'd see her sweating profusely as she trained her physique, and sometimes they'd see her diligently practicing her swordsmanship in the sword arena. Day after day, year after year, she had mastered her sect's sword techniques to the pinnacle of perfection, becoming a leader among the younger generation. Even against the renowned Master Lin, she stood no chance, holding her own against him for several rounds, each a close call...

Look, even that crucial power of spiritual awareness—she's mastered it far beyond her peers. When someone curiously inquired about her specific cultivation methods, she simply smiled and replied, "Empty your spiritual awareness, continuously explore and probe the farthest distance you can reach. Repeat this process, and you'll definitely see results..." Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock. After all, if spiritual awareness is pushed to its limits, the body will instantly collapse, becoming dizzy and even unconscious for days. Don't ask how they knew these consequences; it's simply because the foolish Feng Ci had personally tried what she described and ended up in a coma for two days...

Jiang Qingwu and Zhongli Xiu arrived at the back mountain of the sect, only to see a white-haired old man staggering with two children.

His gaze lingered between Zhongli Xiu and Jiang Qingwu, finally settling on the more composed Jiang Qingwu...

"I'm a casual cultivator. This was given to me by Master Chenbai when he traded the Wuliang Sect's token for my Moonlight Grass." The old man introduced himself in a hoarse voice, with a barely perceptible tremor. "I came here today to ask the Immortal Master to take in these two children."

Jiang Qingwu took the jade token. She remembered Master Chenbai had mentioned this past event before. She nodded, "Please follow me, Master." She gestured for the elders and children to return to the sect. Zhongli Xiu returned to the fields with Feng Ci, continuing to cultivate and work on the farm. It was truly precious that Junior Master had voluntarily given up the opportunity to cultivate.

After returning to the Wuliang Sect, the old man, whose face was wrinkled but still vigorous, walked up to Shi Chenbai with a solemn and slightly tired expression. He took a deep breath, as if to expel all the heaviness and worry in his heart, and then slowly began to recount this thrilling experience.

It turned out that when the old man and Mo Yunsheng were on their journey that day, they happened to pass by Su Chen's village. In that peaceful and tranquil village, a simple and kind-hearted people lived. It was there that the old man keenly sensed the unique aura emanating from Su Chen—an innate calmness and extraordinary talent. Although Su Chen was only thirteen years old at the time, his clear eyes sparkled with wisdom that filled everyone with amazement.

Even more surprising was that, after careful investigation, the old man discovered that Su Chen possessed an extremely rare innate Daoist body! This miraculous physique allowed him to easily master various Daoist techniques, making him a natural born prodigy. Faced with such a rare talent, the old man immediately made up his mind to take him under his wing and carefully cultivate him.

However, fate is full of uncertainties. On the third night after the old man made his decision to accept a disciple, a sudden disaster struck Sujia Village. A group of brutal and ruthless demons were searching for promising young disciples to strengthen their power. Like hungry wolves, they spared no corner where a promising star might lie. When these ruthless individuals heard of Su Chen's existence, they swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

In an instant, the once peaceful and harmonious Sujia Village was plunged into a bloodbath. This group of vicious demonic cultivators mercilessly slaughtered, razing the entire village to the ground, leaving no one alive. The villagers, terrified, fled in all directions, but ultimately could not escape their clutches. Meanwhile, the old man, filled with righteous indignation at the sight of innocent people being murdered, stepped forward and vowed to fight the demonic cultivators to the death.

Despite the elder's immense strength, two fists were no match for four, especially when accompanied by a powerful demonic elder. After a fierce clash, the elder fought valiantly but was still outnumbered and seriously injured. In this critical moment, Su's parents pleaded with the elder to protect Su Chen. So, enduring excruciating pain and exerting every possible force, the elder barely managed to escort Su Chen and Mo Yunsheng away from the scene of the brutal massacre...

"I don't have much time left. I'll leave these two children to Wuliang Sect." The old man's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes were filled with reluctance and worry for the two children.

Shi Chenbai stared quietly at the two young children in front of him. Although the tears in their eyes had dried up, the sorrow and hatred hidden in them, as deep as the ocean, shone with a heart-pounding light like the brightest stars in the night sky, and there was no way to conceal it.

His eagle-like eyes seemed to be able to discern the essence of everything in the world. With just one glance, he clearly discerned the astonishing talent within these two children—they were undoubtedly rare talents on the path of cultivation! If compared with the numerous disciples of the Wuliang Sect today, they would likely be on par with one another; of course, with the exception of the lineage passed down by that mysterious junior uncle...

Shi Chenbai fell into a brief moment of contemplation, his mind racing with thoughts. After a moment, as if making a crucial decision, he nodded gently, accepting the elder's final instructions. Then, in a tone of unwavering determination and warmth, he spoke: "Children, please relax! From today on, the Wuliang Sect will be your safe haven and your eternal home."

Hearing these words, the old man, whose nerves had been tense, finally closed his eyes in relief. As his life force gradually faded, his body began to grow transparent, eventually transforming into a wisp of misty green smoke that quietly merged into the vast expanse of space around him, vanishing completely.

At this moment, Su Chen and Mo Yunsheng remained standing, their bodies trembling slightly, yet they suppressed the surging grief within them, forcing not a single tear to fall. They knew full well that from this moment on, they were no longer the frail children who needed the protection of others for survival. Instead, they shouldered a heavy responsibility—they must dedicate their lives to seeking justice for the brutally massacred villagers of Sujia Village and their beloved Immortal Master Mo, becoming true cultivators in the truest sense of the word!

"We must become stronger and kill all the demon cultivators in the world!" Su Chen's voice was firm and powerful, and there was an unyielding light in his eyes.

Mo Yunsheng held Su Chen's hand tightly. Although her voice was soft, it was also full of determination: "Together, let's avenge grandpa and everyone in Sujia Village."

Shi Chenbai looked at the two children, his heart filled with emotion. The world was not peaceful, evil cultivators were rampant, burning, killing, looting and scrambling for cultivation resources. When he was handling the affairs of the sect, he received too many requests for attacks from the evil cultivators. His fellow disciples all set out to fight the demons, and he and Li Qingtong stayed in the sect to handle the affairs.

"From today on, you are the 100th generation disciples of Wuliang Sect." Shi Chenbai's voice echoed in the hall, "After some time, when more fellow disciples gather together, you can choose a master according to your heart." After saying that, he sent messages to several people who were still on the mission. Only Lin Feixue and Li Qinglian expressed their willingness to accept him as a disciple. Fortunately, otherwise he would have to take care of the children again.

The two children bowed deeply, their hearts filled with gratitude and expectation, knowing that this was the beginning of their new life and the starting point of their road to revenge.