strictlysupreme 138. Chapter 138 Let Me Take The Blame, The Price Is Very High!
138. Chapter 138 Let Me Take The Blame, The Price Is Very High!
Chapter 138: Let me take the blame, the cost is quite high!
In order to recoup their investment, the Little Golden Light Temple has been extremely concerned. This time, they even brought out their entire fortune.
Not for anything else, but to ensure that more people can survive until the next spring, making it convenient to hold a Dharma assembly and accumulate merit.
The free distribution of talismans this time is for the same reason.
According to the monk from the Little Golden Light Temple, the coastal areas, which were originally rarely plagued by evil spirits, have recently been hit by a series of calamities caused by evil spirits.
Although the intensity is generally not high and the scope is small, it still reminded the Little Golden Light Temple to be more vigilant.
After all, with practitioners from various places gathering more and more people in the market or at certain spiritual veins, the population density has also increased.
Once evil cultivators infiltrate these bases and conduct sacrifices, the number of casualties caused by evil spirits will be shocking.
Evil cultivators are not good at anything else, but they love to add fuel to the chaos. This is their favorite reserve project.
For the merit plan of the Little Golden Light Temple, this is undoubtedly a major obstacle that cannot be ignored!
As the head of the Jiuye Mountain Market, Su Ping naturally wouldn't stop the Little Golden Light Temple, a force that maintains order, from showing goodwill.
After some deliberate bargaining, he agreed to their request to hold a Dharma assembly in the densely populated area at the foot of the mountain next year.
After seeing them off, Su Ping sat cross-legged in the room and summoned the spirit mice Xiao Bai and Xiao Hui to contact the group of mice.
This cold winter has also severely reduced the number of Su Ping's mouse group.
Most of the mice in the group are only spiritual and not extraordinary, and they have died from the cold wave.
Su Ping's ability to gather intelligence on Jinque City has been greatly reduced.
Now, reminded by the monk from the Little Golden Light Temple, Su Ping realizes that the current danger is not only natural disasters, but also man-made disasters. He begins to mobilize the surviving group of rats to gather at the gathering place for reinforcement.
At the same time, Su Ping is also preparing to bring in a batch of newly reinforced elite rats to fill the gap.
Next is the arrangement for the Jiuye Mountain Market.
In addition to the protective items from the Little Golden Light Temple.
For the sake of caution, Su Ping uses his skills as a formation master to set up multiple formations in the residential area for unexpected needs.
He specifically instructs the spirit rats, Xiao Bai and Xiao Hui, to monitor this area to prevent evil cultivators from infiltrating.
However, Su Ping didn't wait for the evil cultivators to come in.
Instead, he waited for the visit of the messenger claiming to be from the Cultivator Alliance.
Su Ping has no grudges against the Cultivator Alliance.
After all, it was the Demon Expelling Mage Yun Kong who killed their true disciples and disrupted their plans. What does it have to do with him, Baihe Zhenren of Jiuye Mountain Market?
But he doesn't quite like the attitude of the messengers who came this time.
It seems that they really see themselves as a lucky Foundation Building loner.
Relying on the alliance behind them, they ask Su Ping to join them.
They talk about mutual assistance, but in reality, they want to share the profits of Jiuye Mountain Market every month.
And in order to ensure that there is no cheating in the market, they even want to send someone to take charge of the position of the Grand Steward.
Upon seeing this, Su Ping, after watching their performance as if he were an idiot, secretly dismisses the maid who was originally prepared to serve tea.
Afterwards, the steward was directly instructed to send away the envoys from the Cultivator Alliance.
On the outskirts of the Jiuye Mountain market, a cold wind blew as the envoys from the Cultivator Alliance blushed with embarrassment and anger, one after another.
They felt that they had been mistreated, not only losing face for themselves but also for the alliance.
Bang!
A young cultivator, the grandson of an elder in the alliance who had become the leader of the envoy, kicked a small stone on the side of the road, causing it to hit a nearby tree trunk with a loud noise.
His followers quickly lowered their heads, knowing that their young master was truly angry.
"Good! Very good!"
"This Baihe True Immortal dares to underestimate our Cultivator Alliance. I will remember him!"
After cursing for a while, it seemed that he couldn't regain his lost face. He sneered and said, "Just because he's a Foundation Building cultivator, he thinks he can stand alone after going to the market a few times for exchanges in Yunshan?!"
"Doesn't he consider whether the stewards of Yunshan will come to help when something happens?"
"Yes, young master!"
Several followers beside him quickly agreed, saying, "This Baihe True Immortal is shortsighted, only caring about his own interests. He doesn't know how many cultivators without alliances die every day in the current environment!"
"We came to recruit these wandering cultivators out of pity, but we didn't expect to be taken advantage of! Foundation Building cultivators, so what? Even a Foundation Building cultivator without a background is just cannon fodder!"
After saying this, one of the followers paused, a cunning look flashing in his eyes, and whispered, "Young master, when we went up the mountain, we saw that the population in the Jiuye Mountain market is really large!"
"There are more people in Jiuye Mountain than in the several places we discussed before!"
"After the cold wave passes, we can spread the news and exaggerate it. I don't believe that other cultivation forces in different places won't be tempted!"
"Although these commoners reproduce quickly, leaving them alone for more than ten years will result in a large number of them... Other families also need people to farm, mine, and even sacrifice artifacts, right?"
The young master nodded slightly in agreement with this idea, but still felt unsatisfied. He snorted and said, "When I go back, I will personally report to the ancestor about the arrogance of this Foundation Building cultivator... If our Cultivator Alliance wants to establish a foothold in this area, we must establish our authority!"
"This wandering cultivator is a Foundation Building cultivator, but he happens to have no background. He has just broken through and hasn't had time to establish a strong network!"
"It's a perfect target to establish our authority!"
The young master had already thought of what to say when he returned, so he laughed heartily and continued on with his followers, preparing to go to another market.
He was indeed angry at Baihe True Immortal.
After all, relying on the banner of the Cultivator Alliance, which cultivation force didn't treat him well, offering good food and drink, and even giving him spiritual stones and magical artifacts?
Even if they didn't immediately agree to participate, they at least showed a positive attitude.
This young master was extremely satisfied with his vanity.
But in the end, he was kicked out by Baihe True Immortal shortly after experiencing this satisfaction.
It reminded him of the anxious and uneasy days he spent with his parents in the Southern Wilderness.
The Cultivator Alliance seemed to have come to the Central Domain to occupy territory and seek development.
In fact, isn't it just a small sect in the Southern Wilderness that couldn't survive on its own, so they formed an alliance and absorbed scattered cultivators and remnants of various families along the way, forming a league of losers?
This is mainly due to the recent outbreak of the Red Kite Immortal and the Evil Qi Tide in the Central Domain.
The major powers are too busy to pay attention, so the smaller powers are in chaos.
For various reasons, many cultivators have become scattered cultivators. Faced with this complex environment, they instinctively choose to join various forces for self-preservation.
This has given them the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and gradually grow.
As a result, many of them are quite sensitive and afraid of being exposed, causing them to once again become losers.
These people vent their dissatisfaction, but they don't know that the information control in the Jiuye Mountain Market is of utmost importance to Su Ping.
Their curses have long been recorded by the audio surveillance devices placed in the woods and by the stones.
After learning about this, Su Ping couldn't help but sneer and feel a flicker in his heart.
He knew that what the other party said was not without reason.
During this cold winter, the population collected by his Jiuye Mountain has indeed increased.
The cultivation world is indeed not lacking in population.
After all, in this world, for ordinary people to turn their lives around, in a sense, having children is the only way!
As long as they can give birth to a person with spiritual roots, even if it's just inferior spiritual roots, becoming a scattered cultivator can greatly improve the living environment of the entire family and even the clan.
So there's no need for encouragement from the men.
Regardless of status or gender, everyone is very aware of things that benefit themselves.
In addition, the cultivation world has spiritual energy, and the physical fitness of the lower-class people is much better than that of the Water Blue Star, even if they have to endure hunger and hardship.
The rates of difficult childbirth and infant mortality are much lower than in the ancient society of Water Blue Star during the same period.
Therefore, population recovery has never been a problem in the cultivation world.
As long as the food production is sufficient, with ten years of birth and ten years of nurturing, a large number of people can emerge.
But all of this takes time.
Unfortunately, merit does not wait for people.
In the face of merit and benefits, there may be someone who is tempted to borrow people from him...
Even the first one to speak up might be the Cultivator Alliance!
Thinking of this, Su Ping closed his eyes and confirmed the traces of the envoy team through the group of mice.
Immediately, Su Ping disappeared from Jiuye Mountain.
Several hours later.
Near the city of Jinque, a large city near Jinqiu City.
Because of the nearby ancient ruins, this place has gradually become a cultivator stronghold.
The envoy team of the Cultivator Alliance came here to rest and also to see the cultivation level of the fairy in the Dongli family's Xianmiao Tower, which is quite famous here.
But they didn't expect that as soon as they entered the city.
A middle-aged sword cultivator, who was the real leader and guardian, immediately changed his expression and drew his long sword to protect the young master in front of him.
"Be careful!"
"There's something wrong with this city!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Jinque City was enveloped in black gas in their eyes.
At the same time, under the sinister laughter.
Three black-robed old men flew slowly from three directions.
"We were planning to blood sacrifice the entire city, but unexpectedly a few blood food came in."
"This is fate!"
"You can all enter the formation together!"
One of the black-robed old men raised his staff and said loudly. Behind him, black mist surged, and hundreds of arms made up of black gas reached out towards the people at the city gate!
"Wait... wait!"
At this critical moment.
The young master, who had always been acting pitifully, suddenly ran out and raised a wooden sign.
A white light emanated from the wooden sign.
Causing the three black-robed old men to simultaneously exclaim in surprise.
Then, they seemed to be having a conversation.
Except for the middle-aged sword cultivator who was in a daze, the trembling followers were all dragged into the black mist again by the reappearance of the black hands, emitting screams.
"Young... young master!"
The sword cultivator's face turned pale as he looked at the young master who came back. He felt that he couldn't see the other party clearly.
The young master's mouth twitched and said:
"Uncle An, don't speak for now, otherwise, I won't be able to save you."
"When we go back, the ancestor will personally explain it to you."
The young master patted the other's shoulder and then pulled Uncle An to escape from Jinque City.
The three black-robed old men watched them leave without stopping, but turned around and returned to the black mist.
"Young master!"
After leaving the formation, the middle-aged sword cultivator spoke again, hesitated, and stopped.
The young master, panting, looked back at Jinque City from a distance, where everything seemed normal, and there were even guards at the city gate.
He said in a deep voice:
"No need to go anywhere else, let's go back now!"
"For the deaths of the others, just say they were killed by that White Crane Immortal... No, that scattered cultivator wouldn't have the ability to kill. It's too fake."
"Right, let's say we encountered that white-haired lunatic!"
"Uncle An, what do you think of this reason? After all, that white-haired lunatic has killed so many of us, he won't mind helping me out, right!"
"Huh?"
A light laughter suddenly interrupted the excited young master's thoughts.
Then, a chilling voice echoed in this snowy field.
"Let me take the blame, but the price is quite high!"
Su Ping, or rather, the Demon Hunter Yun Kong, slowly walked out of the small woods by the road.
Looking at the two people in front of him, it was like looking at two clowns!
(End of this chapter)