C96 Shi nationality

While the Yang brothers were still scheming about the few spiritual materials that Yang Junshan had collected, they didn't know that Yang Junshan didn't intend to find that "Master Fei" to refine magic tools. He would rather find someone who had never refined a magic tool, but could also become a Master Refiner in the future to refine magic tools for him, even if Ouyang Xuling had to waste all the spiritual materials he had prepared.

Yang Junshan was walking through this mortal residential area. Just as he was about to go inside, he suddenly stopped his steps and looked at a door in the distance. A cyan figure flashed past it, and Yang Junshan was deeply impressed by its huge bald head.

"The Shi Family? "It seems like it's about time!"

Yang Junshan frowned, he didn't know what was on his mind, but he took two steps back to a dark corner and stared at the door. If he was right, that person should be out soon.

As expected, in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the wooden door opened again. This time, Yang Junshan saw clearly, a middle-aged Shi Family cultivator with a merciful expression walked out from behind the door, turning around and clasping his hands together in salute.

A fifty year old mortal woman was standing on the stairs, holding something in both hands as she said a few extremely respectful words. Then, the Shi Clan cultivator seemed to want to refuse, but she saw the woman's expression suddenly become somewhat excited, and the cultivator bowed again and took out a bowl from the bag behind him. The woman carefully placed what she held in her hands into the bowl, and it was actually a bowl filled with Spirit Valley.

After that, the Shi Clan cultivator turned around and left. The woman bowed towards his back before returning to the courtyard and closing the wooden door.

Yang Junshan came out from the corner, looked at the direction the Shi Clan cultivator left in, and pondered for a moment before secretly following him.

Yang Junshan had already seen the changes in heaven and earth and the invasion of foreign forces. He never thought that the Shi Family would appear so soon, and that they would openly start fusing their teachings in a county city. Was he not afraid of alerting the Heaven Shaking Sect and the Wealthy Prominent Class in Chenyu County?

Every member of the Shi Clan, after stepping onto the road of cultivation, would search for and win over a disciple that belongs to them. These believers can be anyone, they can make mortals, and they can also be cultivators; as long as you have the ability, even if you manage to get past a Spiritual Master cultivator to become your believer, it was not necessarily impossible.

After reaching a certain level by relying on the support of these believers, they would choose talented, persistent and loyal believers. They would grant cultivation methods to the believers and convert them into Shi Clan members. Then, they would have them gather believers and absorb cultivation resources ?

With so many layers of accumulation, tight hierarchy, and tight organization, the Shi Clan was always able to form a tight and broad net with their formidable hidden powers. Every member of the Shi Clan was always able to easily store cultivation resources that would make one's heart palpitate.

In his previous life, after the great change of the world, the Shi Clan was the one that grew the fastest among the foreign clans that invaded the cultivation world. They were also the one that chose to merge with the local forces in the cultivation world.

According to Yang Junshan's knowledge from his past life, there were two possibilities. First, there were cultivators that had been directly transformed by the Great Abilities of the Shi Clan into the Shi Clan cultivators, and secondly, there were probably those that had been in existence for many years already. They had personally reincarnated into this world, and now, they were secretly spreading the teachings of their sect like a spirit child reincarnating into this world.

However, Yang Junshan believed that the leader of the Shi Clan cultivators was most likely from the first method. Moreover, the Shi Clan cultivator who was transformed by the dream was probably a rogue cultivator herself.

After all, it was too difficult to become a cultivator in the Mortal Realm, and it would be a waste to become a cultivator in the Martial Saint Realm. After all, it was too difficult to become a cultivator in the Mortal Realm, and it would be a waste to become a cultivator in the Martial Realm.

It was probably because of this that the low-level cultivator Yang Junshan was following had fallen to the point of accepting mortals as believers. Furthermore, he had even come to the Spirit Valley. Compared to the other Shi Clan cultivators from his previous life, he was extremely poor.

As for the matter of transmigration, it was something that only the great Abhijna of the Shi Family could use. As for those great Abhijina of the Shi Family, it was something that they could not use, and those great Abhijina of the Shi Family itself were very valuable. Unless it was absolutely necessary or they had great benefits, they would never risk their own cultivation to enter this foreign cultivation world.

Yang Junshan secretly followed this Shi Clan cultivator around the city, and discovered that she was mostly wandering between the mortal world and the mortal world. When these people saw this person, they were all extremely respectful, and sometimes, the things that came their way were just a handful or a bowl of Spirit Valley. Sometimes, it was just a few stone coins, and sometimes, it was just a bowl of leftover Spirit Valley Rice.

Moreover, this person was obviously concealing his tracks. When he walked to many places, he appeared to be an ordinary person. After seeing him go to a secluded place, the two sides would greet each other with the etiquette of the Shi Clan.

Yang Junshan followed this man around the county for around two to three hours. It was only when the sky started to darken that the man started to walk out of the city.

After leaving the county city, the person did not walk on the road but headed towards the wilderness. From afar, he saw a wooden house at the foot of the mountain, like a hunter's usually residence. With a flash, the person entered the house.

At this moment, Yang Junshan was like a bug approaching his prey in the dark. As he approached the wooden house quickly, he didn't hear any sound from his feet.

After that person entered the wooden house, he first carefully put down his saddlebag, then held up three joss sticks, respectfully standing in front of a shrine in the middle of the wooden house. With the brilliance of his hands, the three joss sticks suddenly lit up, and three inches of smoke rose from the incense before slowly drifting toward the shrine.

There are a total of 110 followers in Chenyu County. Aside from the daily expenses of the disciples, there are a total of five stones and seven fights in Spirit Valley, four jade coins, five hundred and nine stone coins, twenty-nine different types of spirit grasses, and a number of spirit materials and mines. In seven days, I will personally escort all the cultivation materials to Ox-Head Mountain.

Saying this, the person called Xing Chen clasped his hands together and bowed, then said: "It's not that I'm too lazy, it's just that in the past two years, Cheng Yu County has been suffering from continuous disasters. The mortals are poor, the cultivators are short, and all kinds of cultivation resources are scarce, this disciple is powerless, but does not dare to go out of his way.

After saying that, the three incense sticks in his hand had already burned half of them. He put the remaining incense sticks into the incense burner in front of the shrine, and then knelt down in front of the shrine, until the smoke from the incense sticks no longer drifted towards the shrine.

Seeing this, Xing Shen heaved a sigh of relief, but he still waited until the remaining three sticks of incense were completely extinguished before jumping up from the ground, carrying a trace of lingering fear as he said: "Fortunately, I'm not blaming you for this. It seems like I was not wrong, the harvest of the other disciples of the Protector is only so-so, so I can save a bit of resources for my cultivation. As long as I become a resident and get rid of my status as a monk, I would also have the qualification to become a disciple of the Protector."

He walked into the room and muttered to himself, "Sigh, if only I could convert some cultivators with status and status, then the rate of accumulation of cultivation resources would definitely be faster. It's a pity that my cultivation level is not high enough, so it's best to be cautious, hmm, no matter what, the rate of accumulation of cultivation resources is still a bit slow. It seems like I'll have to urge those believers to hand over two-thirds of their income every five days, and at the same time expand the scale of the trust."

At this moment, a sigh suddenly came in from outside the house, "Sigh, the Shi family is truly shameless!"

Xing Xuan was shocked as she punched the direction of the sound. At the same time, she shouted, "Who's playing tricks on us!"

A misty yellow light shot out from Xing Chen's fist. With a "Hua la" sound, a foot-long hole suddenly appeared in the wall of the wooden house. The night wind poured into the wooden house from the hole, but other than a "wu wu", there was no other sound coming from the outside.

Crash * The windows of the wooden house continuously opened, and the lights inside had already been extinguished. Xing Shen jumped out from the wooden house, two of his fingers brushing against his eyes, as a dim light began to shine in the darkness.

However, the instant he could clearly see the surrounding night, two small hidden weapons flew towards his eyes with a screeching sound.

With a cold snort, Xing Xuan suddenly opened his right palm. A "swan" character flashed with yellow misty light from the center of his palm, and the two concealed weapons exploded in midair before they could even reach her body.

However, before he could relax, the broken pieces of the two concealed weapons shot toward his face. Knowing that he had fallen for the trap, the man loudly shouted, and unknowingly, the monastic robe on his body was already in mid-air, wrapping the broken pieces of the concealed weapons inside his clothes.

But at that moment, a figure suddenly flashed out from behind the wooden house. With a leap, it was already seventy to eighty feet behind Xing Shen, and by the time he realized it, it was already too late. The figure suddenly pointed a finger at Xing Shen's back, and a voice exploded beside his ear, "Shatter!"

A dull thud was heard from Xing Sen's chest. His eyes bulged out as he spat out blood from his internal organs. Then, he fell to the ground like a jaded pillar.