Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 18 Meng Family Building Foundation
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The measuring element beads flashed with silvery white rays of light.

Immediately afterwards, five fry-like patterns floated on the surface of the bead.

"Well, the fifth level of Qi training, congratulations to fellow Daoist Nie for passing the test, please step aside and wait for a while."

Meng Ping nodded slightly, motioning for Nie Qian to come behind him.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly. Although this measuring yuan bead is a rare treasure, it must be used close to the monk's dantian, and it will be ineffective if it is farther away.

This bead has another special feature.

If the person under investigation exceeds the foundation building level, the measuring element beads will be broken directly.

The reason why Meng Ping was so cautious was to prevent the hostile foundation-builder cultivators from deliberately hiding their cultivation and sneaking into the magic circle to start a killing spree.

"next."

Meng Ping looked at the team and said loudly.

Seeing that Nie Qian passed the test unharmed, the people behind all put down their guard and cooperated extremely.

After half an hour, it was Chen Ping's turn.

"Lu Yu, casual cultivator on Feiyue Island!"

Chen Ping said calmly, and reported the story that had been arranged long before landing on the island.

Feiyue Island, a second-level island under the jurisdiction of the Sanxiu Alliance, is more than two thousand miles away from Tengshan Island.

This island is a well-known gathering place for scattered cultivators.

The island is full of mixed fish and dragons, and there are so many forces, it is difficult for the Meng family to go to the root and judge the truth.

"Feiyue Island?"

Meng Ping showed a look of surprise, and said with a smile: "You Daoist Lu traveled thousands of miles here to make a living, but he is not afraid of hardships."

With that said, Meng Ping didn't doubt anything else anymore, and handed the measuring yuan pearl to Chen Ping.

There are many casual monks recruited by the mine vein of Fujishan Island, and there were monks from farther seas before.

Therefore, Meng Ping was just a little surprised, and didn't investigate further.

"Sixth level of Qi training, Fellow Daoist Lu passed."

Meng Ping nodded in satisfaction, and there were six fish fry patterns printed on the measuring element bead, which represented that Chen Ping was at the sixth level of Qi training.

The copper crystal ore is hard and buried deep in the rock wall, requiring monks to use their spiritual power to dig it out.

The deeper the miner's cultivation, the higher the mining efficiency.

They can also end the mission of the supervisor as soon as possible, and leave this ghostly place that is poor in aura.

Walking to a corner, Chen Ping leaned against a rock and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

After half a cup of tea time, all the monks who entered the island passed the interrogation, a total of 23 people.

During the period, Ye Mofan also arrived at the end.

He secretly looked at Chen Ping, and seeing the latter's indifferent expression, he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Everyone follow me into the formation, be careful not to release your spiritual consciousness, otherwise the moment you pass through the barrier, you will attract a large formation's autonomous attack."

Meng Ping took out a radiant jade tablet, and after silently reciting a complicated mantra, the light curtain that evolved from the seven-color rainbow array in front of him suddenly revealed a gap that could only be passed by one person.

Everyone walked on thin ice and filed in lightly.

This is a second-level formation that can rival the foundation cultivator.

Even if the seven-color rainbow formation is not good at attacking, it is not a Qi-training monk who can sharpen its edge.

Stronger than Chen Ping, he also tightly bound his soul to prevent fluctuations in his consciousness.

He is not accompanied by the Earth Flame Sword at this time, if he attracts a large attack, there is a high probability that he will be blasted into pieces.

With a gust of breeze, everyone's eyes blurred, and when they opened their eyes again after a moment, they had already entered the inside of the formation.

In front of you is a rolling basin.

The edge was steep, and the air was filled with an unspeakable humidity.

In the deepest part of the basin, there is a deep black hole ten feet wide and three feet high.

The dark wind in the cave gusts, howls and rushes, even if the spiritual power is gathered in the eyes, there is no end in sight.

At this moment, an old Taoist with a red face and a white beard was sitting in front of the cave entrance.

Looking at his face, he was actually a bit older than Meng Ping.

Seeing the old man with a red face, Meng Ping stepped forward and bowed first, then said respectfully: "Third Elder, these people are the new miners."

"What! Third Elder?"

"Foundation cultivator? Senior Meng Lingqiu of the Meng family?"

Everyone was shocked, and they became noisy for a while, and those who knew a little about the Meng family even opened their mouths and exclaimed.

Those who choose to come here to work as miners are basically the lowest-level casual cultivators, or they are from the lower ranks.

Most of them have never seen a Foundation Establishment cultivator with their own eyes.

And at this time, a living foundation-builder appeared in front of everyone, telling them how to be calm!
"Meng Lingqiu! The original owner killed his father and enemy!"

Chen Ping hid in the crowd, shrugging his head and screaming bad luck in his heart.

I don't know if the news of the family is wrong, or if this person has only recently settled in Fujiyama Island, there is no news at all.

A genuine foundation-building cultivator sitting here meant that all his plans were disrupted.

Although Meng Lingqiu had a deep-rooted hatred for Chen Ping, he would never do it rashly before the foundation was established, otherwise it would be no different from sending him to death.

The gap in the big realm cannot be overridden by a few top-grade magic tools or a mysterious skill.

"Bah!"

Meng Ping yelled with spiritual power in his mouth, and said with an unhappy face: "Please be quiet, everyone!"

The third elder was watching from the side, and this group of people were still chattering non-stop, wouldn't it make him lose face.

"Humph!"

Meng Lingqiu stood up slowly, staring at everyone, and then a fierce divine sense swept over, covering the sky and covering the earth, like an endless tide, wave after wave.

The highest level of cultivation on the field is only the seventh level of Qi training.

Except for the powerful Chen Ping, the consciousness of others gradually became blurred.

There seemed to be water splashing in the ear, and the sound became louder and louder, almost shattering everyone's auricles.

That divine consciousness was overbearing and absolutely domineering, wandering around on everyone's body, even the hidden body parts were not spared.

Several female nuns were red-faced, angry and anxious, but they dared not attack.

Chen Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The strength of Meng Lingqiu's spiritual consciousness is twice as strong as his, which just reached the lowest level of a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment, and he was still unable to detect the disguise of the real and illusory mask.

"My seat, Meng Lingqiu, now everyone opens the storage bags, and this old man has to check them one by one!"

Meng Lingqiu ordered indifferently as the turbulent wave of spiritual consciousness receded.

Seeing the supernatural powers of Master Zhu Ji, how dare the people violate his decree, they took out their storage bags one after another, opened them on the ground.

Chen Ping pretended to be panicked, untied the storage bag, and poured out the contents.

After more than ten breaths, Meng Lingqiu finally withdrew his consciousness, sat back in front of the cave entrance, closed his eyes and remained still.

"Everyone, don't take offense. In order to prevent outside thieves from entering the mine, relying on large-scale killing treasures such as thunderbolts and second-level talismans to destroy the mine veins, my Meng family takes strict precautions. Please forgive me if I offend you."

Meng Ping cupped his fists and said apologetically.

After finishing his words, a pile of spirit stones flew out from his storage bag and spread them out in front of everyone.

Then, he said sincerely: "Ten low-grade spirit stones per person should be compensation from my Meng family."

"This...thank you, Brother Dao!"

Everyone expressed their gratitude one after another, and the previous grievances and unhappiness disappeared immediately.

Most of the field are impoverished casual cultivators, and ten spirit stones are considered a fortune that can be entered.

Chen Ping suddenly found it strange that the Meng family had a big stick and a carrot, saying that it was to buy people's hearts, but it seemed that there was no need for this.

"From now on, you will be the official miners hired by my Meng family."

"The monthly basic salary is seven low-grade spirit stones."

"You need to hand in five hundred catties of copper crystals every 30 days, and we will settle the excess as one spirit stone per hundred catties."

"As for those who dug less than [-] catties, all salary for that month will be directly deducted."

Meng Ping looked at the crowd, and then talked about it.

Naturally, all the cultivators had no objection. Digging five hundred catties of copper crystals a month was not a very harsh requirement.

Even a low-strength third-level Qi training monk can barely do it.

From this point of view, the Meng family's recruitment this time is still very sincere.

"In the future, everyone will stay in the mine for three years, and Meng will regularly distribute a bottle of free Bigu Dan to everyone."

Meng Ping's words were like a stone stirring up thousands of waves, causing everyone who had finally calmed down to start to feel anxious again.

"Three years? What does Fellow Daoist Meng mean?"

Nie Qian boldly asked.

Meng Ping smiled coldly, and said sharply, "Don't you understand? You have to work for my Meng family for three years before you can be free!"

"what!"

Ye Mofan, who had always been well-behaved, changed his face and said in a panic, "Is this going to put us under house arrest? I can't leave for three years, and the elders in my family can't think that I have fallen outside!"

"That's right, it's been too long, I won't do it!"

A tall and fat casual cultivator yelled and stepped back a few steps.

"Do you still want to go?"

Meng Lingqiu, who was watching coldly, suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he strangled the tall and strong monk by the throat.

With a crisp sound of "crack", the neck of this big man who had practiced Qi at the fourth level went limp, and he died instantly.

Meng Lingqiu shook off the corpse, and said solemnly: "Those who quit halfway, die!"

Quiet, unusually quiet!
The heartbeats of each other were clearly audible, and it was not until Meng Lingqiu killed a person like crushing an ant that everyone was completely awake.

In front of the Foundation Establishment monks, they have no power to resist, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are ants.

Ye Mofan, who was the first to raise an objection, was so frightened that his face paled, and he stood there motionless like a log.

Only several monks like Chen Ping remained unchanged.

It's just the law of the jungle, which has always been the case in the cultivation world.

What puzzled him was why the Meng family restricted them for three years?

Judging from the recent sharp increase in the number of workers recruited, could it be that they want to hollow out the mines in one go?

However, such a hasty recruitment of workers and the deployment of the elders who established the foundation to sit in this desolate land undoubtedly greatly increased the cost of mining, which was of no benefit to the family.

There must be something hidden in this!

Chen Ping's thoughts turned sharply. No matter what the Meng family wanted, he couldn't sit still and be trapped in this ghostly place for three years.

Missing the continuation of the family's direct line qualification, Xue Yun's body's cobweb bloodstains erupted, these are trivial things.

The key is that the cultivation environment on Fujishan Island is abnormally harsh, and the elixir he carries is only enough for him to cultivate to the seventh level of Qi training.

Therefore, Chen Ping must find a way to leave Fujiyama Island as soon as possible.

"As long as you wait in peace, Meng promises that every fellow Taoist will make a lot of money in three years' time."

Meng Ping comforted her with a smile, but she complained about Meng Lingqiu in her heart.

Although this kind of killing chickens and monkeys has immediate results, if it is spread, it will severely damage the family's reputation. How can there be Sanxiu willing to work for their Meng family in the future?

You can't kill all the foreign monks present afterwards.

The third elder is narrow-minded and has a violent temper, relying on his high cultivation base to despise the lives of low-ranking monks like nothing.

Over the years, if he hadn't had the support of his family, he would have been killed by people working together.

Even their descendants of the same clan complained a lot about Meng Lingqiu.

Of course, he was just thinking about it in his heart, and he never dared to say it out loud.

The importance of a foundation cultivator to the family is self-evident.

Without the support of the elders who established the foundation, the Meng family would not have the prestige it has today.

(End of this chapter)