The night was getting darker and darker. When Zhang Zhixuan and others had just fallen asleep, in a valley more than a hundred miles away from Xihefang, dozens of men in black were scattered in the middle of the valley.
"Is everyone here?" A hoarse voice broke the silence. The speaker looked old and had extraordinary cultivation. He exuded a faint spiritual pressure and should be a monk who had accomplished foundation building.
The man in black went around and counted the people, and a capable middle-aged monk said: "Senior He, all the people I contacted have arrived, but the monks from Senior Hu's family should not have arrived yet."
He Laodao smiled coldly: "Don't worry about him. This old fox has always been greedy. As long as he smells a little fishy smell, he can't control his claws."
The middle-aged monk continued: "There are third-level spiritual veins in Xihefang, and there are also foundation-building monks stationed there. There are more than fifty shops inside, and there are more than a hundred monks stationed there.
This scale is no smaller than the lair of an ordinary foundation-building family. If we launch it rashly, we may not have much chance of winning.
Without Senior Hu's participation, our chances of winning are not great, and even if we succeed, we may not be able to safely leave Qingxuan Sect's territory."
He Laodao waved his hand, interrupted the middle-aged monk, and said impatiently: "Looking at the current situation, the old fox is already preparing to settle in the southeast. In this way, he will not be able to attack Xihefang City, which is protected by the five major families.
If he dared to do this, he would be slapping Qingxuanzong in the face and openly overturning the order established by Qingxuanzong, so there was no way the old fox and the others would come out in public.
If he can hide behind, cover us, and allow us to leave the three southeastern counties, then it will be worthwhile for us to cooperate with his family."
"But since the Hu family doesn't have any manpower, we have no chance of winning in attacking Fangshi." The middle-aged Taoist priest's face turned anxious and he said with some fear in his voice.
"Don't worry, the Hu family won't take action, but Wei Mazi will definitely take action." He Laodao said confidently.
"It would be better if Senior Wei could get involved, but I heard that Senior Wei's fight with Zhang Leqian thirty years ago hurt his roots and he has disappeared for thirty years. This news may not be accurate." A young monk looked at He.
The old man took a look and said.
"Wei Mazi is indeed seriously injured. He has been away from here for thirty years to avoid disaster. However, during these thirty years, his apprentice has built a foundation. This time, the two masters and apprentices sneaked back to the three southeastern counties, obviously hoping to make another profit.
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If they don't have the idea of Xihefang City, are they going to attack the home base of the five major families?" He Laodao explained patiently in order to dispel their doubts.
After hearing the inside story revealed by He Laodao, the middle-aged monk said excitedly: "Senior Wei was a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk thirty years ago. This time we come out, our chances of winning are tenfold."
He Laodao waved his hand and said, "Don't be careless. This time Wei Mazi came out of the mountain, his cultivation and magic power were far inferior to those thirty years ago.
Thirty years ago, Wei Mazi underestimated the enemy and insisted on attacking Jiuhua Mountain. He encountered Zhang Leqian, a tough opponent, and was injured by a fourth-level magic talisman. He has not recovered yet.
His current level is far inferior to that of thirty years ago. If he really wants to take action, he may not be able to defeat the monks in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.
The reason why he wanted to attack Xihefang was to collect a sum of resources to buy a good elixir and recover from the old illness he suffered thirty years ago."
Seeing that three foundation-building monks had joined, the middle-aged monk still said confidently: "Even so, with the two masters and apprentices of Senior Wei and Senior He, we have three foundation-building monks, which is far better than Xihefang.
I heard that there is only one foundation-building monk Wu Xiangyuan in Xihefang."
"But there is a third-level formation in Xihefang. With the help of the formation, Wu Xiangyuan alone can block three foundation-building monks for a long time.
If we attack rashly, we may still be disgraced." The young monk said hesitantly as if he was not optimistic about this action.
"Boy Guo, your father Guo Tongshan has also planned to settle here. Naturally, he will not eat grass from the sidelines to avoid being discovered by the local monks. But if you dare to tell the truth today, we will immediately destroy your entire Guo family." The middle-aged monk said with a look.
He said sharply and fiercely.
"Wang Xuanke, don't talk nonsense. If you weren't in front of Senior He, I would make you look good today.
We traveled thousands of miles from the Kingdom of Wu to the southeast of the Kingdom of Yu. We left our hometown and became casual monks to earn a living. It was not easy for us to gain a foothold.
Once you grab this vote, you will immediately become a lost dog.
Even with the help of Senior Hu, I am afraid that the greatest benefit will still fall into the hands of the old fox, and we have to leave the familiar place.
Even if you go to another country, it will take decades to integrate into it, which seems uneconomical.
Senior He, our family was defeated in the Wu Kingdom and supported each other through hardships to escape the enemy's pursuit. Why can't we settle down and accumulate wealth?
Instead, he wants to become a bandit among immortal cultivators?
In this kind of life, if we fail once, we will be wiped out in one fell swoop, and many years of hard work will be destroyed in one fell swoop."
The young man surnamed Guo has already settled down and does not want to leave here and wander around, so he begged.
After hearing these words, He Laodao said bitterly: "I also know that running around is not good, but where will the resources for cultivation come from?
Over the years, due to lack of resources for cultivation, we have had more than 40 qi-training monks whose cultivation levels have returned to the innate stage.
Spiritual stones, spiritual veins, spiritual herbs, and spiritual objects are all under the control of Qingxuan Sect. Even if some are occasionally missed, they will be occupied by the immortal cultivating families attached to Qingxuan Sect.
In order to seize resources, we can only rob and seize them, otherwise we can only risk going deep into the mountains of the Southern Wilderness to hunt monsters and beasts in exchange for resources.
This is how the world is, how can we practice without robbing or taking away?"
He Laodao's words were full of pathos and heroism.
Immortal cultivators may seem superior, but in fact they face fierce competition everywhere.
If these monks who have failed in the competition do not want to fight against the monsters to open up a living space, they can only become casual cultivators who rely on plunder. They do not compete or rob, and they have no resources for cultivating immortals.
And relying on looting will not last long. If one fails, the horse will stumble. As long as they fail once, these people will inevitably die.
He Laodao's words directly made everyone present speechless.
Unless monks give up the great path, as long as they compete for resources to cultivate immortals, there will be killing, death, and blood.
This group of monks are not casual cultivators from the mortal world. They are either from cultivating families or from cultivating sects.
The leisurely glory of the past is still vivid in my mind.
They don't want to live a day without spiritual stones and elixirs.
But entering the Southern Wilderness to hunt monster beasts, and fighting for spiritual veins and elixirs from monster beasts, the casualties were extremely heavy, which was far less satisfying than burning, killing, and looting.
In the decades after their defeat in Wu State, these people went to Yu State and committed three major crimes.
Relying on the looted spiritual stones and spiritual objects, these people have survived tenaciously for decades.
Over the years, they have repeatedly committed major crimes. In order to survive, the monks who fled back then have become more united.