This is how immortals are cultivated

He understood the other party's crazy idea and what he wanted to do behind this eager emotion.

Indeed, in Jingzhou today, the only two people in the True Evil Realm who could be influenced by the White Lotus Holy Sect were unable to get away, and the situation in Taizhou was at an extremely critical moment, and it was impossible for Jingzhou to transfer a real person.

In the entire Jingzhou, the highest-level cultivator who can move around now is indeed only Lingmi.

Can a spiritual secret realm completely change the situation in Jingzhou?

If you ask him this question at any other time, Taoist Wuque would definitely just laugh it off.

But when answering this question again now, Taoist Wuque was horrified to find that, although he was unwilling to admit it, he seemed to have the ability to kill twenty mysterious demons in just two months.

Moreover, this demon had been hidden very deeply before and was only revealed this time.

No, it's not hidden deep!

But it’s because...all the strange cultivators or ghosts and gods who have seen him are dead.

It will be the same after this time. All the monsters, ghosts, and monks at the Guqu Conference died, leaving no one alive. No one knew what kind of horrible and terrible things had happened at this conference.

Taoist Wuque seemed to have foreseen the future scene in Jingzhou.

The spirits wept blood, the ghosts and gods bowed their heads, and the whole state was stained with blood.

No, absolutely not that kind of thing!

Even if it means risking his life, he must use secret techniques to tell others.

Instead of letting them gather together and avenge themselves, they were made to scatter and hide.

Just when Taoist Wuque was trying his best to self-destruct and activate the secret technique, the hand that was strangling him, with an extremely cold air in the palm, was injected into his body through his neck.

A thin layer of ice formed on the surface of Taoist Wuque's body. His entire body was out of his control, and even his thinking gradually became rigid.

"I knew you guys like to play the suicide game, but luckily it's a mistake I've made once, and I won't make it again."

"You don't want to say it, right? Then I can only search your soul."

Hearing the word "soul search" from Fang Suichu, Taoist Wuqiu immediately became nervous. He used the last bit of his spiritual energy to build a mental defense with his soul, and then destroyed all the memories related to the Holy Church in his mind.

If it weren't a cross-border crush, soul searching would be a delicate job that required a careful search to extract the information one wanted.

Apart from anything else, Taoist Wuque at least has the confidence that he can erase the key information in his memory before his memory is read.

But just as he was about to do so, the blood-red sun fell again, shattering his soul with incredible force and blasting his memory into pieces.

Taoist Wuque finally understood what was going on with his complete thought.

No, you call this soul searching?

Isn't this soul-destroying?

The soul was shattered, and those memory fragments suddenly burst like bubbles exposed to the sun when they touched the bloody sun, leaving nothing behind.

The last trace of color disappeared from the Taoist Wuque's one eye, and his evil spirit began to riot because it lost control, but it was firmly suppressed by the Taiyin Killing Spirit that Fang Suichu had sealed into his body.

Fang Suichu was not discouraged because he used too much force and directly shattered the opponent's soul with his will.

He just waited quietly.

Sure enough, the next moment, the system master's voice appeared in my ears:

[A fellow Taoist who hit it off with you at the Immortal Meeting gave you a treasure map.]

Multiple spots of light immediately lit up on the map of Jingzhou in Fang Suichu's mind.

"Good good!"

Fang Suichu felt happy. Everything was pretty much as he expected.

It seemed that Tongzi was only normal once, that is, when he massacred the Tianchan Temple, and then he became less normal again.

Fortunately, Fang Suichu now roughly understands the operating rules of his own system and can use these rules to make some reverse use.

The Taoist Wuque wanted to resist reading his memory, but after being transformed by Tongzi, he voluntarily gave up his memory.

However, this reward was just a by-product. After all, this time Fang Suichu killed seven people in the Spirit Secret Realm and hundreds of small shrimps in the Spirit Induction Realm at once.

The prize pool has accumulated very well and should be able to explode.

Things like cultivation resources that simply increase cultivation base are only considered "white" quality prizes in Fang Suichu's current place.

Fang Suichu can now vaguely judge the level of the prize by the time intervals of pauses in Tongzi's voice and the volume of Tongzi's voice.

The Golden Legend is naturally the highest level. So far, Fang Suichu has triggered it four times, namely Chang Yinzi's initiation, the loan from the ancestor of the Jin family, and the Golden Luck Seed.

The purple ones are slightly inferior, but also very good, such as some cultivation tools, weapons, and even land resources for cultivation.

Just like this time, as Tongzi fell silent for a long time, when the voice sounded again, Fang Suichu had already judged that the prize this time was at least of the "purple" level.

[The Taoist Wuque is impressed by your true cultivation method. He also heard that you spread the teachings far and wide and established the Fangxian Dao lineage. Therefore, he is willing to join your sect and become a worshiper.]

[Note: To be included in the offering, the sect must have a special building - the 'Offering Hall']

It was also after the system's voice fell that Fang Suichu's mind gained some more knowledge.

Knowledge about constructing a building, including construction methods and even supporting formation construction settings.

[Note: Including offerings can make the sect's Dao lineage more prosperous. The more offerings, the more spiritual energy is gathered, and it can even gradually change the level of the blessed place for cultivation.]

Fang Suichu closed his eyes silently and felt the knowledge entering his mind. After he had a rough understanding of what it was, he opened his eyes.

"It's a good reward indeed."

For him now, the rewards of cultivation resources are secondary. After all, he is now at the critical juncture of breaking through. Cultivation resources can only deepen his accumulation, but cannot allow him to have a direct breakthrough.

Breaking through the realm cannot be achieved by simply accumulating knowledge. If Fang Suichu wants to break through and cultivate his own golden elixir, what he needs now is a mysterious "opportunity".

Now, for him, anything that is not a cultivation resource is a good reward.

It seems that after he chose to create the Dao Meridian and develop the power system, the system reward pool also underwent a round of expansion and began to drop rewards related to power building.

Although individual strength is important in this world, creating a power is complementary to one's own breakthrough, especially when the luck system is developed and the "Shinto" has a foundation.

PS: Also, later.

Chapter 133 Returning to the Mountain and Communicating

Linge County, Fangxian Mountain.

The platform opened up on the mountainside is still bustling with activity, and there seem to be more and more simple tent camps set up there.

This is because after the abolition of Gui City, most of the people and materials there were gathered in the mountains to help build the Fangxiandao buildings as labor.

On the platform at the top of the mountain, a hall that can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time has already taken shape, and the only thing left to do is to build the details.

On the flat ground on the mountainside, many buildings have begun construction of their main structures. Of course, more are still in the foundation laying stage.

It was already some time before sunset.

After hearing the distant bell sounds, the sweaty shirtless men immediately put down their tools, stretched their bodies on the spot, and sighed: "Finally, work is over." Then they went to the camp not far away in twos and threes.

The labor here is provided with three meals a day. It is still some time before dinner time, so I can go back to my tent and rest for a while.

A young man picked up the clothes placed aside, first used them as a towel to wipe off the dirt and sweat on his body, and then put on the clothes.

"Yao Er, let's go!"

His companions, who were running faster than him, were waving and shouting in the distance.

"Coming!" Yao Er also turned around and responded loudly.

However, before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at another young man who was working hard to drive wooden stakes into the pile of earth not far away.

This construction site, which was once extremely bustling, now only had the young man.

The boy kept raising the hammer and smashing it down on the wooden stake.

Yao Er naturally recognized this young man. He was from the same village as him. They had been forced to pay blood tax and thrown into the Guishi Market together.

His name is Wang Zhong.

Looking at his good friend from the same village, with whom he had supported each other many times in Gui City, Yao Er sighed, and finally turned and left, catching up with the backs of his companions who had already left.

On the construction site, Wang Zhong seemed to completely ignore the workers around him who were leaving, and continued to hammer the wooden piles vigorously until the piles were completely driven into the ground. Only then did he put down the hammer, wipe the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long sigh.

Just as he packed up his tools and prepared to leave, a figure in a blue robe appeared in his sight.

This made Wang Zhong pause, and then he immediately bowed to him.

This is a handsome young man, and judging from his face, he is much older than me.

Wang Zhong had never seen him before and didn't know his name, but just by looking at his temperament, he knew that he was extraordinary.

Following behind him was a dark-skinned boy who was dressed strangely and looked a bit like the legendary mountain people.

The young man was holding a person in his hand. It was not quite accurate to call him a person, as he looked extremely scary. His limbs were cut off at the roots, and half of his face was destroyed.

The man who was being carried as a human stick had a thin layer of ice on his body, and there were dense granulations on his broken limbs. He seemed to still have some life reactions and was slowly wriggling.

Wang Zhong felt extremely creepy and immediately lowered his head.

The person being carried was definitely not a human, but a monk.

In the Guishi Market, they dominate their lives. If they are livestock, then these monks are the masters.

Each of these masters has extraordinary abilities.

However, now this monk has become a human stick, held in the hands of others like a chicken to be slaughtered.

There is no doubt that this young man with extraordinary bearing is also a monk.

As if he saw Wang Zhong's actions, the young man's mouth corners curled up.

"Don't worry, this Taoist Wuque will be our sect's worshiper from now on."

"Boy, what's your name?" the young man asked again.

"My name is...Wang Zhong." Wang Zhong raised his head slightly, looked at the young man and answered carefully.

"Wang Zhong, I haven't seen you before, so you came from the Ghost Market?"

"It's clearly time to get off work, but you're still working so hard here?"

This simple question made Wang Zhong even more nervous: "Because...it's just enough time to finish the work at hand."

"Oh, OCD?"

The young man uttered words that Wang Zhong did not understand, which made him even more helpless. He could only bite the bullet and speak:

"Also... because the food here is good."

According to the formal labor service process, those serving labor even need to bring their own meals, not to mention those who are directly expelled from the human race.

Three meals a day are provided here, with large portions and even meat at every meal. Compared to life in the ghost market, this place is simply heaven.

"It takes a lot of effort to eat, and I eat a lot."

Wang Zhong only heard the young man laugh, which made him even more embarrassed.

"Also... because I don't want to go back to Ghost City."

Although the laughter made Wang Zhong embarrassed, it also made him less nervous and he spoke out what was on his mind.

"Hmm? Is that what you think? You think that if you don't work hard you'll be sent back to Ghost City or continue to be used as labor. If that's what you think, then there's no need to worry."

Hearing the young man say this, Wang Zhong immediately shook his head and said:

"That's not what I meant... I know that as long as I complete the required work diligently, I can go back and I won't return to Ghost City again."

“I just feel like it’s different here…”

"I don't know how to say it..." Wang Zhong touched his head and tried hard to organize his words.

"It should be said that Fang Xiandao and the Tianchan Temple in Gui City are different from each other."

"No, it's the immortals of Fang Xian Dao who are different from the other immortals."

"The difference is... yes, the rules."

The blood tax and the strange market were abolished. This was another matter that was not discussed in the strange market, but by the people from Linge County who came to serve labor.

There is no need to offer oneself as a sacrifice anymore. This is an unheard-of rule - in this world.