Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman-Chapter 192 - 137 Letting Me Take the Blame Comes at a
Chapter 192: Chapter 137: Letting Me Take the Blame Comes at a High Cost!
Chapter 192 -137: Letting Me Take the Blame Comes at a High Cost!
Little Golden Light Temple had indeed broken its back trying to recoup its investments.
This time, they had even dug into their savings.
Not for any other reason, but to save as many lives as possible during the next year’s warm spring blossoms, which would facilitate hosting magic meetings to earn merits.
They also gave away Evil-Exorcism items for free for the same reason.
According to a monk from the Little Golden Light Temple.
Even the coastal areas, previously sparse in Evil Spirits, had recently witnessed a continuous appearance of Evil Spirit disasters.
Although the intensity was generally not high and the range was small, it still reminded the Little Golden Light Temple that they had to be more vigilant.
After all, as more and more cultivators started using workshops or certain Spirit Veins as bases to accommodate populations, the population density also increased.
If an assembly point were infiltrated by an Evil Cultivator who performed a sacrifice, the disaster that followed could lead to a shocking number of casualties.
These Evil Cultivators, inept at other tasks, thrived in adding fuel to chaos, a favored project of theirs to preserve.
This undoubtedly posed a major obstacle to the merit-earning plans of the Little Golden Light Temple, something that could not be overlooked!
As the Workshop Master of Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop, Su Ping naturally would not hinder the goodwill of forces like the Little Golden Light Temple that maintained order.
And after deliberately bargaining, he agreed to their request to host a magic meeting next year in the densely populated area at the foot of the mountain.
After sending them away, Su Ping sat cross-legged in the room, summoned the Spiritual Rats, White and Grey, and contacted the rat swarm.
The harsh winter had also severely reduced Su Ping’s rat swarm.
Most of the swarm, though spiritual, was not transcendent and had perished in the cold wave just the same.
This had significantly reduced Su Ping’s intelligence gathering capabilities in Golden Sparrow City.
Now reminded by the monk from Little Golden Light Temple, Su Ping, realizing that the current risks included not only natural disasters but also man-made ones, began to reorganize the surviving swarm to rush to the gathering places for enhancement.
At the same time, Su Ping also planned to bring in a batch of newly enhanced elite rats to fill the gap.
Then came the arrangements for the Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop.
Apart from the Evil-Exorcism items from the Little Golden Light Temple.
To ensure safety, Su Ping, using his abilities as an Array Master, set up multiple formations in the residential areas for emergencies.
And he focused on having the Spiritual Rats, White and Grey, monitor the area to prevent Evil Cultivators from infiltrating.
Lately, Su Ping had not waited for any Evil Cultivators to sneak in.
Instead, he was visited by envoys claiming to be from the Cultivator Alliance.
Su Ping had no grudges against the Cultivator Alliance.
After all, it was the Exorcism Mage Yun Kong who had killed their True Disciple and sabotaged their plans, what did it have to do with him, the True Man White Crane of the Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop?
However, he did not quite like the attitude of the envoys who had come this time.
It seemed they truly saw him as a lone individual who had luckily achieved Foundation Establishment.
Flaunting the alliance behind them, they opened their request hoping Su Ping would join them.
Speaking prettily about mutual assistance, they actually wanted a share of Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop’s monthly profits.
And to ensure no fraud on the workshop’s side, the position of Chief Steward would also have to be occupied by someone they dispatched.
In response, after watching their performance as if viewing fools, Su Ping, who had initially planned to offer tea through a maid, discreetly dismissed her.
He then had the manager directly send away these emissaries from the Cultivator Alliance.
On the official road outside the Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop.
Blowing in the cold wind, the faces of the envoy group from the Cultivator Alliance were red, each more embarrassed than the last.
They felt they had been mistreated and had lost not only their own face but also the face of the Alliance!
Bang!
A young cultivator, who was a direct grandson of an elder in the Alliance and therefore the leader of the envoy group, violently kicked a small stone by the roadside, causing it to smash heavily against a nearby tree trunk with a loud noise.
The few followers behind him hurriedly bowed their heads, knowing in their hearts that this young master was truly angry.
“Good! Very good!”
“This White Crane True Man, to actually dare to look down on our Cultivator Alliance, I’ll remember him!”
The person cursed a few times, and it seemed like the lost face could not be regained, and he then scoffed repeatedly:
“Is he just a lonely man who has to go to the workshop to find a cave mansion for Foundation Establishment, really thinks that after a few trips to the Cloud Mountain Workshop for exchanges, he can stand on his own?”
“Doesn’t he see, when real trouble arises, whether the deacons of Cloud Mountain will come to help or not!”
“Yes, young master!”
The confidants around him hurriedly echoed:
“This White Crane True Man is merely a short-sighted person, only looking after the immediate benefits, unaware of how many cultivators who don’t band together die each day in today’s grand scheme!”
“We from the Cultivator Alliance came to incorporate these Loose Cultivators, that was out of pity for them! Yet our good intentions were thanklessly received as if they were worthless!”
“What of Foundation Establishment, is Foundation Establishment that remarkable? A Foundation without backing is still just cannon fodder!”
Speaking of this, one confidant paused, a cunning light flashing in his eyes before he whispered:
“Young master, when we were ascending the mountain, we saw that the population sheltered by Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop was genuinely substantial!”
“A single Nine Leaf Mountain, more populous than several others we’ve discussed combined!”
“Once the cold tide is over, let’s exaggerate the news and release it, I don’t believe the other cultivation forces won’t be tempted!”
“Although these commoners are easy to raise, left unchecked for over a decade leads to accumulation, yet too many died all at once this time…”
“The other families still need people to farm, mine, and even to worship magic artifacts, right?”
The young master slightly nodded in approval of this idea, yet still felt it did not ease his anger, grunted and said:
“When I return, I will personally report to the Old Ancestor about this arrogant and presumptuous Foundation Establishment… Our Cultivator Alliance must establish authority in this region properly!”
“This Loose Cultivator is a Foundation Establishment, yet just so happens to have no backing, barely having broken through and obviously hasn’t established deep connections so fast!”
“He is the perfect target to establish our authority!”
The young master, having figured out what to say upon his return, finally laughed heartily and continued forth with his followers, preparing to head to another workshop.
He was indeed annoyed with White Crane True Man.
After all, under the banner of the Cultivator Alliance, which cultivator forces had not treated them well with meals and even offered Spirit Stones and Magic Artifacts?
If they were not the first to agree to participate, at least they showed a positive attitude.
This greatly satisfied the young master’s vanity.
But now, hardly satisfied for long, he was blown out by White Crane True Man.
Making him recall the fearful and uneasy days spent in the Southern Desolate with his parents.
It seemed they, the Cultivator Alliance, came to the Central Domain to stake out territory and seek development.
In truth, aren’t they just small sects from the Southern Desolate that couldn’t make it there, banded together, and then continuously absorbed Loose Cultivators or remnants from various families to form an alliance of losers?
It was only recently that the Central Domain exploded into chaos due to Immortal Chi Yuan and the Evil Qi Tide.
The major powers were too preoccupied to care, leaving the smaller factions to fall into disarray on their own.
Cultivators, who had various reasons for becoming loose cultivators, would instinctively join various factions to preserve themselves in this complex environment.
This gave them the opportunity to gradually expand their influence under the radar.
Therefore, it resulted in quite a few people becoming highly sensitive, fearing that their disguises would be seen through and that they would once again become losers.
These people voiced their dissatisfaction, unaware that the surroundings of the Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop were heavily monitored by Su Ping’s intelligence network.
Their complaints had already been recorded by the listening devices hidden in nearby trees and stones.
After learning about this, Su Ping scoffed, but a thought crossed his mind as well.
He knew that there was some truth to what the others said.
This harsh winter, the population gathered at Nine Leaf Mountain had indeed increased significantly.
The Immortal Cultivation World certainly did not lack for people.
After all, the only way for mortals in this world to change their fate was, in a sense, to have children!
As long as someone could give birth to a child with a Spirit Root, even if it was an inferior Spirit Root, becoming a loose cultivator could greatly improve the living conditions of their entire family and even their clan.
Thus, there was no need for the masters to encourage this.
Regardless of social status or gender, people were very conscious about doing things that benefited themselves.
Moreover, with the Spiritual Energy in the Immortal Cultivation World, even the people at the bottom rungs, despite enduring hunger, had a better physical condition than those on Water Blue Star.
The rates of difficult childbirth and infant mortality were far lower compared to the ancient society of Water Blue Star at the same time.
Therefore, population recovery was never an issue in the Immortal Cultivation World.
As long as food production was sufficient, ten years of birth and ten years of nurture could produce a large population.
But all of this required time.
And time waited for no one, especially not for Merit.
In the face of benefits from Merit, someone might genuinely be tempted to borrow manpower from him…
The first one to speak up might even be the Cultivator Alliance!
Thinking of this, Su Ping closed his eyes and confirmed through Spiritual Rat that the envoy team had left traces.
Immediately afterward, Su Ping disappeared from Nine Leaf Mountain.
A few hours later.
In Golden Spring City, a major city near Golden Sparrow City.
Due to an Ancient Relic found nearby, this place had gradually become a stronghold for cultivators.
The envoy team from the Cultivator Alliance arrived here to rest for a while and to see how powerful the immortal trained by the Dongli Family at Immortal Miao Building was.
But as soon as they entered the city,
a middle-aged sword cultivator, the real leader and protector, immediately changed his expression and drew his long sword to guard the young master:
“Be careful!”
“There’s something wrong with this city!”
No sooner had he spoken than the entire Golden Spring City appeared to be enveloped in a black fog in their eyes.
Simultaneously, amidst cackling laughter,
three robed elders slowly flew over from three directions.
“We were just planning to perform a Blood Sacrifice on the entire city; we didn’t expect a few more pieces of Blood Food to walk in.”
“It must be fate!”
“Join the formation with us!”
One of the robed elders raised his cane and shouted, the black fog behind him swirling and unleashing hundreds of arms made of black qi reaching toward the people at the city gate!
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“Wait… wait a minute!”
At the critical moment,
the young master, who had appeared incompetent until then, suddenly ran forward and held up a wooden tablet.
The tablet emitted a white light,
causing all three robed elders to exclaim in surprise.
Then, after some undisclosed discussion,
other than the bewildered middle-aged sword cultivator,
the trembling attendants were grabbed by the reappeared large black hands into the midst of the black fog, screaming eerily!
“Young… young master!”
The sword cultivator looked pale as he watched the young master return, feeling somewhat unable to see through him.
The young master twitched his mouth and said:
“Uncle An, don’t speak yet, or I won’t be able to save you either.”
“When we get back, Old Ancestor himself will explain it to you.”
The young master patted him on the shoulder and then swiftly pulled Uncle An, fleeing from Golden Spring City.
The three robed elders watched them leave without stopping, but turned and returned into the black fog.
“Young master!”
Once they had escaped the formation, the middle-aged sword cultivator spoke again, hesitating.
The young master, gasping for air, looked back fearfully at the distant Golden Spring City, which seemed normal even with its guarded gates.
He said gravely:
“There’s no need to go anywhere else, we’re heading back now!”
“As for the deaths of the others, saying it was White Crane True Man… no, that loose cultivator doesn’t have the nerve to carry out such actions, it’s too implausible.”
“Yes, let’s say we encountered that white-haired madman!”
“Uncle An, how do you think this reason sounds? After all, that white-haired madman has killed so many of us, he probably won’t mind doing me this favor, right!”
“Huh?”
A chuckle suddenly interrupted the excited young master’s thoughts.
Immediately, a chilling voice rose in the snowy wilderness:
“There’s a hefty price for making me take the blame!”
Su Ping, or rather, Exorcism Mage Yun Kong, slowly walked over from a nearby small grove.
He looked at the two before him as if he was watching two clowns!
