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With the establishment of the sect on the agenda, the question of how to recruit students became a problem.

Those with talent all want to go to major sects. Only after being eliminated will they choose small sects. Some even simply become rogue cultivators, looking down on Chen An, the sect leader, who is only at the Nascent Soul stage and whose sect has just been established.

Since no one came to him, Chen An decided to go by himself. On the cultivation continent, there were many villages that were not even small city-states.

Those people struggled to survive, relying on planting crops to reproduce generation after generation. No one cared about their lives or deaths. They had the will but not the power. Without money to support them, they could do nothing, let alone have the qualifications to cultivate immortality.

Qingyue naturally became the deputy sect leader. She also possessed mental power and, although not proficient in controlling those formations, she could manage. Leaving four hundred Xuan Tie Jin Jia men to patrol, Chen An led Chen Mingde down the mountain.

Thirty-odd men in black iron armor stood at the bow of the ship, observing the surrounding movements. Chen An counted the spirit stones in his pocket: 780,000. He would have to work harder to obtain the Inner Force Pill.

When the construction of the sect actually began, there was not enough of anything, and many of her plans were put on hold due to insufficient resources.

Within half a day, a village of several hundred people appeared below the spaceship.

After collecting their belongings and arriving at the village entrance, they encountered two teenagers carrying baskets on their backs, hurrying home. Their faces showed no joy, as if they were afraid of missing something.

Chen Mingde stood in front of the two of them, forcing out what he thought was a very friendly smile: "Stand there and don't move."

"Help!" The two children dropped their baskets in terror and ran away shouting.

But the villagers on both sides only looked through their windows and dared not get closer.

In these small villages, the residents are mostly descendants of the same clan, related by blood and very close. How could anyone watch their child being bullied and not dare to come over?

"Boss, there's something wrong here." When Chen Mingde was a rogue cultivator, he traveled to many places alone, so he still had at least a basic sense of vigilance.

Chen An nodded, picked up the basket, and followed the two children. The children's minds were filled with thoughts of running fast, or they would be caught. They had nothing else on their minds.

Upon arriving at the destination, a wooden window a foot wide was embedded in the earthen wall, which was more than a meter high. The thatched roof was damp and hanging down. As soon as the child squeezed through the crack in the door, the old man inside immediately closed the door.

Hearing the scolding from inside, Chen An felt a little guilty, but still put his hand on the door: "Open the door, I have money."

There was a sudden silence inside. Chen An used his mental power to scan the room. The old woman had the child hide under the bed, while she sat on the floor with her back against the door, her eyes filled with despair.

Chen Mingde gripped the door frame with both hands and removed both doors together.

"Hero, spare my life!" The old woman began to kowtow repeatedly, tears welling up in her eyes but not falling.

"What happened here? Tell me, and we can keep you safe." Chen An bent down and helped the trembling old woman up.

The old woman dared not speak, but Chen An could see her thoughts about it.

Two man-eating monsters appeared in what was once a peaceful village. They would appear every day after sunset and specifically target the elderly and children.

After the two men led the old woman inside, they repaired the gate.

The old woman sat to the side, never glancing under the bed, ultimately still distrusting Chen An and his companion.

Chen An didn't argue with her and waited for the monster the old man mentioned to come down the mountain.

Sitting cross-legged and suspended in the air, Chen An set up two formations around himself to gather spiritual energy and isolate his aura, and began to cultivate.

At Chen Shi (7-9 AM), a repulsive aura crept into the village. Chen An didn't use his spiritual power, but scanned the two people with his divine sense. The two people didn't seem to notice at all and continued walking forward, searching for something.

"A demonic cultivator at the first level of Foundation Establishment," Chen Lisheng said unhappily.

Chen An concealed his aura and flew away on his sword with Chen Lisheng. They arrived in front of the two who had infiltrated the area in the blink of an eye.

The two men had never seen anything like this before. Startled, they turned and ran.

Chen An summoned water mist, blocking their path, and approached step by step.

The quick-witted one knelt down first: "Immortal, spare us! We both know we were wrong."

Chen Mingde roared, "You only realize your mistake after being caught? Everyone knows you're afraid of death." He then casually finished off the man.

Another person was so frightened that a warm stream flowed down his trouser leg and onto the ground. Just as Chen Mingde was about to deal with this scourge, Chen An stopped him.

"Thank you, immortal." The eleven or twelve-year-old girl was the first to run out of the house. She knelt down facing Chen An, kowtowed three times, and then stepped forward by the moonlight to try to see who was the culprit.

He was shocked to the point of turning pale. The dead man was a local thug, and the living man was the clan chief's son, his own uncle.

Many villagers gathered around and whispered among themselves when a weary-looking woman stepped forward. "I am Zheng Da, the village chief. I thank you in advance for whatever you need."

"Your son killed my son, what are you going to do about it?" A middle-aged man in his forties rushed out, grabbed Zheng Da by the collar, and glared at her intently.

"And my daughter."

"My mom was 96 years old, and she was scared to death."

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More than a dozen relatives of the deceased surrounded Zheng Da, demanding an explanation.

Zheng Da's eyes were lifeless. She had been the clan leader since she was twenty, and now she was seventy-two. She had spent her whole life thinking about the clan and teaching her children to be selfless and fearless, but in the end, she had ended up in such a state.

She couldn't blame anyone in the clan, nor could she bear to blame her son; she could only blame herself. The smile on her face seemed to mock her own powerlessness as she calmly uttered, "It's only right that a life be paid for a life; let's deal with it according to family law." Then, she took her own life.

"Chieftain." Everyone crowded around, including the villagers who had lost family members. Their intention was not to force Zheng Da to his death. They knew the chieftain's character well, but how could they not be agitated after losing their loved ones?

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After burying Zheng Da, the villagers drowned her son in a pig cage. The stones beneath his feet carried him down, and he couldn't understand why he had ended up like this before he died.

By the time all this was done, it was late the next night.

Chen An released a layer of spiritual power, forcing these people to look at her. There is too much suffering in the world. She is not a saint. Helping them get rid of the scourge is already the best thing she can do.

"I am Chen An, the sect leader of Yihe Sect. Tomorrow morning, those who are interested in cultivating immortality should come here to have their talents tested."

After a moment of silence, the child who had run out first agreed: "You helped us, so I'll definitely come."

"I am coming too."

"Then I'll come too."

Chen An took Chen Mingde and flew onto the spaceship on their swords, where they slept that night.

How did a poor village acquire the magic of a demonic cultivator? How did the clan chief's son get involved in these matters? Chen An couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.