Chapter 32: Immortal World Edition, Statistics Just listen to the words of this foundation-building senior from the Yanyue Sect. The mortal world is a world where strength is respected. The upper-level military force determines the way the sect acts. The chief elder of Yanyue Sect has always been a woman, and thus women are respected from top to bottom. When Li Xunhuan, a man, joined in, it was like spring water flowing into the sea, without causing any waves. If he really wants to have fun, he will probably be slapped to death, letting him experience the iron fist of a woman. For this reason alone, the Yanyue Sect cannot go. The key point is that this foundation-building cultivator gave nothing. Even if he was given one more foundation-building pill, he had to respect him. Prostitution for nothing? Think beautifully.
Huangfeng Valley is different. On the deck, Uncle Wu was explaining the personnel affairs of the Yellow Maple Valley to everyone. “Ancestor Linghu is the only supreme elder of the Yellow Maple Valley. He will not come out of seclusion unless the life and death of the sect is at stake. The sect has ten great Jindan cultivators, called elders. The elders focus on cultivation and do not interfere in specific matters. The head of the sect, Senior Brother Zhong Lingdao, is responsible for all matters of the sect, big or small. Many foundation-building monks assist the headmaster in daily management, and are called foundation-building managers, such as the sect's spiritual medicine garden, spiritual beast pavilion, and Hundred Machine Hall. " A casual cultivator asked in confusion, "Uncle Master, what about the disciples in the Qi training stage?" "Good question." Uncle Wu greeted them with a smile, but his words made them feel as if they were falling into an icy cave. "Only the foundation-building cultivators can focus on cultivation. The Qi training disciples have to take care of the chores in the valley while practicing on a daily basis." Chores? Isn't this just a chore? The nine wandering cultivators were shocked. They had fought to the death, but just to enter the sect, they were merely to do menial tasks? One of the nitpickers retorted, "Uncle Master, I heard that there are three major Jindan families in Huangfeng Valley. Are their Qi training cultivators also like this?" Even the good-natured Wu Feng was stunned. He nodded repeatedly after a pause. "In theory." Said it, but it seems like not said it. The scene was quiet for a while, and the wandering cultivators once again felt the disparity in the world. I thought entering the sect was the pinnacle, but I didn't expect it was just the beginning. Li Xunhuan had anticipated this, so it was not surprising.
He was interested in other topics. such as, "Uncle Master, how many Qi training cultivators are there in the sect, and how many foundation building cultivators are there?" "There are more than 10,000 Qi training disciples and about 300 foundation building disciples." Just so few people? Li Xunhuan has always been puzzled. The strength of Huangfeng Valley is only inferior to Yanyue Sect and Lingshou Mountain, and can be regarded as the second tier of Yue Kingdom. It can be inferred that there are about three thousand foundation-building cultivators in the seven sects, and less than seventy in the stage of forming the golden core. So, the open and secret struggles among the seven factions are just internal struggles among three thousand people? And how can this number compete with the evil ways? Wu Feng saw his confusion. "Confuse?" "Exactly." "In fact, Junior Brother Li Xunhuan, you don't know that what I just mentioned are the registered monks of the sect. You must know that in the Taiyue Mountains where the Yellow Maple Valley is located, there are hundreds of large and small immortal cultivation families, dozens of markets, from foundation builders to spiritual farmers, and these cultivators are independent cultivators. " Li Xunhuan understood. Immortal cultivation world version, statistics. This is normal. Taking the famous Jinguyuan Meat Grinder Battle among mortals as an example, the old demon Han killed more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators alone, plus Chen Qiaoqian and others, it can be seen that the foundation-building cultivators of the demon path suffered heavy casualties. The weak will become weaker, and it is obvious that the Yue side will suffer more deaths. If the Kingdom of Yue had only 3,000 people who could build the foundation, it would be destroyed in seven days. The reason is simple. There are also three stages in foundation building: middle age, beginner, and old age. Excluding the hidden talents of each family, Li Xunhuan overestimated that there were only 500 foundation-building warriors suitable for the war. The question was, how many days could 500 foundation-building warriors die? “Okay, everybody. You are all outstanding people among the independent cultivators. The first priority after entering the sect is to receive the foundation-building pill and build your foundation. If you are lucky enough to build your foundation, it is not a bad idea to call you a fellow Taoist. " As Wu Feng finished speaking, everyone's breathing involuntarily quickened. Yeah, what if? When your cultivation reaches the late stage of Qi training, that is, the 7th level, you can take the foundation-building pill to build your foundation. They are at the eleventh level of Qi training, so their chances are even greater. At this time, a figure who was practicing Qi at the tenth level retreated to the back of the crowd at some point and almost protected Li Xunhuan. Hearing this, he asked weakly, "Then can our foundation-building pills be traded?" Seeing the looks from others, he quickly explained, "My cultivation is still weak. Can I wait until I improve my cultivation before building my foundation?"
Li Xunhuan couldn't help but look at this steady monk. This fellow Taoist did not really want to trade, but was worried about being forced into a trade. Wow, there are quite a few people with personality like Han Lao Mo. Wu Feng also understood and responded solemnly, “This matter cannot be taken lightly. The Foundation Establishment Pill is so precious that the value of each pill is recorded in the sect. The foundation-building pills obtained from the Ascension Conference are your personal property and cannot be traded. They must be consumed within the sect within three years. If you trade them privately, the sect will kill you. " The tone was murderous and stern, making people dare not have any other evil thoughts. Li Xunhuan nodded seriously, very considerately, and continued doing what he was thinking. It has nothing to do with him. Wu Feng's expression eased slightly, and he spit out nine storage bags from his sleeves, landing in front of San Xiu. "These are the entry-level items for the sect, a ten-fold storage bag, a set of basic skills and formations, a Fiery Sun Sword and a Cold Moon Knife, a flying magic weapon, a Green Leaf magic weapon, and two sets of Yellow Silk Fir." The others were naturally overjoyed, as they would now have someone to back them up. Li Xunhuan was stunned. What about him? At that moment, Wu Feng's spiritual consciousness transmitted a message. "Nephew, follow me." Wu Feng used his unique foundation-building flying skills to fly to the third floor of the giant ship. Although Li Xunhuan did not have a foundation-building skill, he could also cover this distance. The nine independent cultivators seemed to be enjoying the sect's welfare so much that they did not notice the disappearance of the two people. In fact, there was a glimpse of envy in their eyes. People are more mad than people. He is twenty-one years old and has reached the twelfth level of Qi training. Who knows, I might have to call you uncle master next time we meet. The huge ship has three floors, with a small pavilion underneath. Wu Feng was gentle and courteous, and said intimately, "Nephew, the sect's benefits are just trifles. I don't think you take them seriously. We..." "Uncle Master, I'm actually quite curious." Wu Feng was startled, shook his head, handed him a storage bag, and said with a smile, "My nephew is so interesting." Li Xunhuan took the storage bag, which contained very familiar things, including Han Li's low-key leaves, the Huangfeng Valley school uniform, and a sword for splitting wood in the mountains. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Master, do I have to wear a yellow silk shirt on weekdays?" "No, the yellow fir only needs to be worn on important occasions to prove one's identity, and," Wu Feng paused and said jokingly, "My nephew will surely become my fellow Taoist soon. He may not even wear this yellow silk shirt yet, but he will have to change into the foundation-building period one." He also specifically reminded, "After reaching the foundation-building stage, as long as you are not traveling outside as a representative of the foundation-building disciples of the Yellow Maple Valley, you can wear whatever you like." Li Xunhuan was stunned, it seemed to be true.
He is about to build his foundation. Suddenly, Senior Brother Wang laughed heartily and interrupted, "That's right. We two call each other nephew now, but maybe we will call each other fellow Taoist or senior in the future." "I dare not," Li Xunhuan remained calm, but he actually understood the reason for the special treatment, his talent, or spiritual roots. Thinking about how Old Demon Han was bullied by the Foundation Establishment cultivators and how he was treated as a fellow cultivator by the Foundation Establishment cultivators, he felt quite comfortable. "Nephew, why don't you test your spiritual roots first?" "it is good." Next second, (End of this chapter)