Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 387 Five Years
"Lan He" had a warm smile on his face, like a spring breeze, and his eyes were indifferent. It was natural for him to say that Mo Ruyan was like a relative he had not seen for a long time.

For some reason, when Shen Tianri saw Yang Shan, Yun Yanke and Guan Changdao around him, he felt a little cold.

The Lan clan leader's fake smile made him look like he was not a relative of Mo Sanren, but rather an enemy.

Shen Tianri laughed dryly a few times.

"Brother Lan, you are the real warrior."

"Since you think you have a good rapport with Mo Sanren, then just follow her into battle when the time comes."

"I was thinking that if we could be in the same Jindan sect, we could take care of each other."

"It seems there is little hope."

Lu Ye smiled and said, “It’s okay. Even without me, Lan, there are other good neighbors who can trust each other.”

In the hall, these powerful foundation-building warriors smiled at each other and spoke politely, all for the sake of maintaining a close relationship now so that they could take care of each other in the future on the battlefield.

The officials in the hall were talking in a noisy manner.

More than twenty elders of the Jinsha Sect walked out from the corner doors on both sides of the hall, followed closely by old man Shayu and two wanderers Mozhu.

Everyone hurriedly saluted.

Old man Sha Yu smiled and waved in return, then asked everyone to sit down.

"Everyone, I have good news for you."

"There are disciples of Jinshamen guarding the mountain pass who are delivering letters by flying swords. The young cultivators sent out by various families and sects have encountered five daring foundation-building cultivators after they left the mountains."

"Fortunately, Yu San Ren came to the rescue and ensured that most people were safe. Of course, there were a few who unfortunately suffered."

"There are the Cui family, the Lu family, the Xu family, the Plum Blossom Sect..."

Every time old man Sha Yu mentioned a family or sect, the faces of the foundation-building cultivators below changed and their bodies trembled.

Not to mention the dead and wounded disciples, those who were sent out were carrying valuable public property.

I don’t know whether Jinshamen will be returned?

If it was lost in the chaos or destroyed in the battle, who can do anything?
Old man Sha Yu took in everyone's expressions and felt quite satisfied.

Although the patriarchs and heads of the families who had suffered the disaster were sad and shocked, at least there was no troublemaker like Elder Cen who would jump out to cause trouble.

Old man Sha Yu coughed.

"But the only thing to be thankful for is that although these family members encountered difficulties, their storage rings and storage bags are still intact."

"Later, please ask these clan leaders to contact Deputy Sect Master Sha and send three or five immortal cultivators out of the mountain as a retreat, and return the storage rings of each family to their original owners."

Several foundation-building monks immediately stood up from the crowd, knelt down with tears of gratitude and thanked the sect leader.

They never expected that not only was there no loss of property, but Jinshamen also generously allowed them to send a second wave of people to evacuate the mountain.

These people expressed their gratitude, showing relief and docility on their faces, no longer having the rebellious look as before.

Lu Ye thought to himself that old man Sha Yu's method of winning people's hearts was very sophisticated.

I just don't know if this old man can suppress the three idiots of Mo Yuzhu, so that they won't work so hard only to end up making things difficult for others.

Old man Sha Yu pretended to be surprised and waved his sleeves lightly. A gentle aura of magic power flowed on the ground and helped up several kneeling family heads and young masters.

"Everyone, what are you doing? Please stand up quickly!"

"We are fighting against Shanbei together, so we should help each other. We are all family, so isn't it right for us to support each other?"

"Everyone, don't worry, Jinshamen will never owe you anything!"

The foundation-building monks felt uncomfortable after hearing this, but there were still a few clan leaders and young masters in the crowd who had just been helped up and were deeply moved, and they had already been tricked by old man Sha Yu.

These people kept expressing their loyalty, which made everyone feel sick.

Lu Ye shook his head in his heart.

The kneeling clan leaders and junior leaders might not have been sincere in doing so. It might be that if the things in the storage rings were lost, it would be a burden they could not bear.

They are all good actors and they put on a great show.

Several people play the role of good people who are grateful and repay favors; old man Sha Yu plays the role of a good leader who is righteous and protects everyone from wind and rain.

I just don't know, if they really go to the battlefield, will those monks in the north of the mountain cooperate with them?

In any case, after this little episode, the atmosphere in the hall did relax a lot, as if they had really become a family.

Old man Sha Yu smiled and said nothing more, looking like a lucky old man. Deputy sect leader Sha Haisheng came out.

Arrange several elders of Jinshamen to be responsible for handing over supplies to everyone, exchanging spirit stone points, and allocating cave dwellings, and let the clan leaders and small leaders consider which individual to form a team with.

By the time everything was arranged and implemented, it was already late at night.

There is a series of newly excavated caves in the back mountain, named Baiqiangfang, where more than forty powerful foundation-building masters are arranged to live.

Lu Ye was personally sent into a cave by Elder Ming.

“Brother Lan,” Elder Ming winked at him, “This cave is the core of the entire spiritual vein. It is the best cave in this area.”

“It took me a lot of effort to get it.”

Lu Ye smiled and said, "Elder Ming is very thoughtful. We brothers must have a drink together someday."

Wait until you return to the cave.

There was a soft buzzing sound.

Lu Ye felt a sinking feeling on his head; Achou had returned to his position.

He twisted his neck and almost dislocated it - hiss, this Ah Chou is getting heavier and heavier now.

Thanks to the fact that all the monks coming and going on the mountain today were those who had relocated there, the Jinshamen’s mountain protection formation had not been activated, and Ah Chou was able to find his way back smoothly by following his senses.

Of course, there won’t be any blind people who would take this opportunity to attack the mountain. After all, there isn’t much else on the mountain now, but there are really many cultivators. Except for the lack of a Nascent Soul boss, it is really not inferior to the big Nascent Soul sects.

In this world, the Yuanying sect is already the top sect in all continents.

Even the Tianlun Sect wouldn't be crazy enough to attack us today.

"Chirp chirp..."

Ah Chou made an unknown sound above Lu Ye's head and twisted his body, crushing his scalp.

Fortunately, after the third transformation of this spiritual pet, its telepathy has become more acute and it can transmit some images at the same time.

Lu Ye saw a scene flash before his eyes of a Taoist priest holding a banner being shot in the head.

"Well, you did a good job, little guy. Come on, drink, drink."

He first fully affirmed Achou's contribution.

Then he reached out his backhand, pinched Ah Chou's neck with two fingers, and lifted the little guy off my head - you are so heavy, no matter how great your contribution is, don't even think about tossing the little guy over my head!
Ah Chou came

Lu Ye took out a jar of wine from his storage bag as a gift from Elder Ming. When he opened it, the aroma of wine filled the air.

Ah Chou was cheered up and broke free from the fingers of his unscrupulous master and flew into the sky.

I watched as the wine in the jar splashed with small waves, and then with a sizzling sound, the water line flowed down along the jar.

At this time, Lan Wutong's voice came from outside the cave.

"Chief, Wu Tong and the elders request to see you."

Lu Ye waved his hand, the cave door opened, and Lan Wutong and three elders walked into the cave.

"Are you all settled?" Lu Ye asked with a smile.

Lan Wutong looked at the cave where Lu Ye was and said enviously.

"It's settled, but it's not as spacious as your place, Chief."

"We are considered elders in the family, and coming here is actually equivalent to inner disciples."

"Fortunately, Jinsha Mountain is large enough, so we can guarantee a cave for each person."

"But it's only about a dozen steps long and wide, like a pigeon cage."

"But this is considered good. I heard that those of us below the middle level of Qi training don't even have a room for each person."

Lu Ye nodded and smiled.

"It's okay to live in a bad place."

"If they live too well, they may not remember they are members of the Lan family ten years later."

He coughed and changed the subject.

"How many Spiritual Stone Points were converted from the resources brought by the family?"

"Also, what is the exchange price in Shanbei Pavilion? Is it a good deal?"

Lan Wutong presented a jade slip.

"Please look, Chief Patriarch. According to your instructions, one-fifth of the family's treasures were given to Lan Jili and the other three."

“The other four-fifths were all brought up the mountain.”

"According to your instructions, first distribute storage bags, magic tools, etc. to each member of the tribe as much as possible, and also provide each person with enough elixirs, talismans, etc. to last for a year."

"There is about half of the treasury left. After we went up the mountain today, we have already put all of it into the North Mountain Pavilion. We can convert it into about 30,000 first-grade primary spirit stones."

"These 30,000 spirit stone points are all contained in this jade slip. Shanbei Pavilion has another matching jade slip."

"Each time a transaction is made, the two jade slips must be combined to form a single one with the correct numbers before the transaction can proceed."

"Jinshamen took my Lan family's supplies and converted them according to the market price. The price is fair. However, the exchange price for resources is slightly higher than the market price. The exploitation is not serious."

Another elder snorted coldly.

"Earning a small profit from one company, the combined power of so many companies."

"It's like Jinshamen is fighting, and we pay for it."

"If any power was unfortunately wiped out in the past few years, no... they don't even have to be wiped out, as long as all the elders and above are killed."

"Who dares to use these useless spirit stones to exchange for supplies from Jinshamen?"

"It has a good plan!"

Everyone was silent. Jinshamen was playing an open card based on its strength. It was an open conspiracy and its intention was to annex another city.

But what can those weak forces do to others?
Lu Ye slapped his storage bag, and two foundation-building artifacts flew out of it, one was a mace, and the other was a set of Pisces swords, which were the famous treasures of "Lan He".

Let’s talk about this mace first. It originally belonged to He Qigeng, and then was snatched away by Lu Ye. He took it out during the heavenly tribulation of Master Sanhei to ward off the tribulation, and it was baptized by the thunder and lightning of the heavenly tribulation.

The wolf's thorns on it were electrocuted and turned into straight thorns, and the appearance was greatly changed.

Fortunately, the mace was only bathed in thunder for a short time, so its appearance changed but the magic array inside was not damaged and it could still function normally.

Now it doesn't look like a mace, but more like a thick stick with a thin handle.

Lu Ye waved his hand, and the two foundation-building artifacts fell in front of the four elders.

"Wu Tong, these two treasures are given to you."

"You two take one, and discuss among yourselves how to distribute and combine them to achieve the greatest power." "In addition, I will give you a few bottles of elixirs. You can't control the treasures for long."

"Take this blood crystal pill to extend your control time. Remember, extending the time does not mean you can fight hard, but it is better to escape. You will become weak and powerless after taking this pill for half an hour."

"Alright, you two will form a group with one foundation-building artifact, and go to Jade Wanderer and Bamboo Wanderer respectively."

Lan Wutong and several elders were shocked and even said that they dared not covet the clan leader's personal treasures.

Lu Ye shook his head and laughed, saying that he had encountered shackles in the way of the sword, so the Pisces Sword was of little significance to him.

He had to persuade the four people with all his might before they accepted the two foundation-building artifacts.

By doing this, they have completely settled the cause and effect with the Lan family. Whether they can survive the chaos depends on their luck.

The reason why they were asked to split up and attack two individual players was because we were afraid that if they gathered together, their luck would be too bad and they would be caught in one fell swoop.

However, separation will weaken the power, so both options have their pros and cons. In the final analysis, it all depends on fate.

Lan Wutong put away the Pisces Sword and looked up cautiously.

"Chief, Wu Tong doesn't want to follow any random person. I only want to follow you. I dare to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire if I follow you!"

The other three elders were also busy showing their loyalty.

Lu Ye laughed and shook his head.

"Wrong, wrong!"

"You follow me. If we die together, won't we be the sinners of the Lan family?"

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket. I'm going to go to Mo San Ren."

“I hope we can drink together again in five years!”

Lan Wutong's eyes lit up and he nodded heavily.

"Patriarch, don't worry, I will definitely gather here in five years, and no one will be left behind!"

-

Five years later.

The back hill of Jinsha Mountain.

The horn sounded, and there were also long and distant sounds of bells and drums, mixed with faint cries.

There was another cenotaph on the hill, and in front of it stood a large stone tablet with the three words "Lan Jiying" inscribed on it.

The white paper spirit stones in the sky scattered all over the ground.

Around this grave mound, several new graves were built, and several other families were also holding funerals.

Just in front of Lan Jiying's grave, several young boys in mourning clothes were kneeling in front of the grave mound and crying. A bamboo tent was set up outside the grave mound.

In the bamboo tent, Lu Yean sat in the armchair with a sad look on his face.

Beside the throne, Lan Wutong stood solemnly, serving and welcoming guests.

There was a new scar on Lan Wutong's face, which ran diagonally from his forehead, rubbing against the corner of his eye, splitting his tall nose, and leaving two hideous gaps on his upper and lower lips.

He was originally a monk with outstanding appearance, but now his face has been disfigured and turned into an evil ghost.

As his appearance changed, his temperament also changed drastically. In the past, Lan Wutong was like a smaller version of Lan He, gentle and elegant.

Now he was used to frowning, and even the scar on his face was distorted, as if a living centipede was dancing on his face, tearing his expression into pieces and making it hideous, with an uncontrollable murderous aura on his body.

Lan Wutong tied a white cloth around his waist and greeted and saw off people. If a foundation-building master came, he would lead him to Luye.

Soon, several foundation-building monks came together. They were Yang Shan, Guan Changdao and Yun Yanke.

Seeing that it was an old acquaintance, Lu Ye stood up and bowed.

"I have disturbed several brothers. I am really sorry for disturbing them."

"Let me think, this is the second time my Lan family has held a funeral this year, right?"

Yang Shan smiled bitterly.

"Brother Lan, you're welcome. I'm here to attend your funeral today."

"Don't you have to come to my Yang family's funeral some other day?"

"In the past few years, nearly half of the clan leaders and junior leaders have died. For example, didn't fellow Daoist Shen Tianri die at the hands of the powerful ape king?"

"Not to mention the elders in our family who are in the late stage of Qi training."

Guan Changdao told a cold joke in a deep voice.

"Fortunately, you don't have to attend my Guan family's funeral. All the elders of my Guan family are dead."

Yun Yanke snorted coldly.

"That may not be the case. If you die, we will also have to offer condolence money."

Guan Changdao was so angry that he glared, exhaled, and blew his beard.

"Yun Yanke, I will definitely die behind you!"

Yun Yanke and Guan Changdao cursed at each other for a few words, and it can be seen that they have a very good relationship and are not really angry.

In between the curses.

The four of them went to where Lan Wu was, and each used a jade token to offer silk and gold - those who practiced Taoism naturally used spiritual stones.

However, apart from some spirit stones that everyone kept privately, everyone else used spirit stone points.

Therefore, Lan Wutong took out the Lan family treasury jade token and touched it, collecting a bunch of spirit stone points.

Yang Shan bowed to Lu Ye.

"Brother Lan, goodbye, we have a few other families to visit."

Lu Ye simply stood up.

"Why are you saying goodbye? Let's go together!"

"I have to give them some money as well!"

Yun Yanke's eye was swollen after being beaten by Guan Changdao, but he did not change his poisonous nature.

He pointed at the members of the Lan family who were busy in front of Lan Jiying's grave.

"Look, look, they are all members of the Lan clan, but they are all wearing the standard robes of the Jinsha Clan."

"The same is true for several other families."

"If you don't know, you might think that a genuine Jinsha Sect disciple has died."

"Humph, nowadays, even silk gold needs to be paid with spirit stones."

"If one day Jinshamen announces that spiritual consciousness points can only be exchanged for Jinshamen members."

"I'm afraid those bastards in our clan and sect can't wait to join the Jinsha Sect."

Everyone sighed after hearing this, and Lu Ye sighed especially loudly - because he was pretending.

The past five years have indeed been tough.

The year before, both sides were relatively restrained and kept their footing, and the previous battles were just contact battles.

Even though the mortal soldiers were fighting fiercely, the monks on both sides of the mountain did not really fight hard.

An elder of the Lan family had bad luck and died in the first year. He was also one of the several unfortunate monks who died that year.

In the following years, the confrontation gradually intensified, and the demon kings behind the Tianlun Sect in the north of the mountain arrived and launched waves of attacks.

The Jinsha Sect relied on the Four Golden Pills, a group of foundation-building masters, and Qi-cultivating cannon fodder to survive the first few rounds of attacks.

This year marks the fifth year, and the two sides have gradually reached a state of balance, with Shannan Jinshamen repeatedly launching counterattacks.

The situation was tense and the fighting intensified. The cultivators on both sides had already started to fight with true anger. Those who practiced Qi were killed in pieces, and even the masters of foundation building were occasionally killed.

Of the four patriarchs of the Lan family, only Lu Ye and Lan Wutong are left. Even the Guan family is unlucky, as all the elders have died. Of course, the most unlucky one is Shen Tianri, as he is the only one in the Shen family who has established a foundation. Once he dies, the Shen family’s sky will collapse.

Unfortunately, almost all the elders of the Shen family have died, leaving only a bunch of disciples below the middle stage of Qi training. No matter how many there are, there is no one to support them.

There are seven or eight families and small sects in the same situation as the Shen family, which is more than one-third of the total. The Jinsha Sect has annexed these people and is becoming more and more powerful.

Yang Shan touched Lu Ye’s arm.

"Brother Lan, have you heard?"

"It seems that the people in Shanbei also want to make changes like Jinshamen."

"It's just that the Tianlun Sect can't control the demon tribe. I think they will end up being a weird beast."

Lu Ye nodded. The north of the mountain has two cores, the Tianlun Sect and the demon clan; here, the Jinsha Sect is the only dominant one, so the situation is different.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Jinsha clan should have the last laugh in this battle of Huangsha Mountain.

A few people had just finished visiting several other families who were holding funerals, paid condolences, and were planning to get together and have a few drinks.

Just listen to the jingle bells ringing.

The faces of several people changed, especially Yang Shan, who looked at Lu Ye with a sad face.

"Brother Lan, why is it Mo Sanren who is summoning?"

"Doesn't that mean you and I have to follow suit?"

"Why do I feel like I just came back from Shanbei yesterday?"

Yun Yanke said mercilessly.

"Friend Yang, have you become insane during your seclusion?"

"It has been twenty days since you and Fellow Daoist Lan returned from your last outing with Mo Sanren."

"It's your turn to go out again."

Guan Changdao patted Lu Ye on the shoulder.

"You must come back safely!"

"Brother Lan, you are the famous Little Thunder God, you must not bring shame to our family's reputation!"

Lu Ye nodded, grabbed Yang Shan, took a step forward, lightning wrapped around his body, and he was a few feet away in an instant.

His body flashed repeatedly, leaving crackling streaks of lightning in the air, and he soon reached the place on the top of the mountain where the bell was ringing.

At this time, Mo Ruyan was wearing a black robe and her appearance remained unchanged from five years ago.

There were also three foundation-building monks standing there.

As soon as Lu Ye and Yang Shan arrived, everyone was present - and five years ago, Mo Ruyan had ten foundation-building warriors under his command.

"Are all the people here?" Mo Ruyan chuckled and waved her hand, "Okay, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)