Under the leadership of the surviving foundation-building monks, everyone cleaned up the battlefield and returned to Montenegro with a sad look on their faces.
Although this expedition captured a third-level high-grade spiritual vein and drove away the green dragon and seriously injured it, it also eliminated a major hidden danger for the Black Mountain monks.
He even harvested a large amount of Xuanyou grass and obtained a second-level high-grade elixir that was completely new to the Black Mountain monks.
Although the gains were not small, the losses were also huge. More than 300 monks went on the expedition, but less than 200 came back completely.
As soon as the news spread, it immediately caused great panic in Heishanfang City.
As the broken bodies were transported back one after another, white sails were hung out in almost every shop in the city.
Zhang Zhixuan followed the brigade and returned to Montenegro in a daze.
He was about to return to the cave when he saw a young girl grabbing his sleeve in panic and asking charmingly: "Brother Zhou, have you ever seen my father and grandfather?
You are all back, why haven’t they come back?”
The one who held him back was Wang Zixuan, the young master of Baibao Pavilion.
Wang Songhe, Wang Lianke and Zhang Zhixuan were in the same team. Their team suffered the greatest losses, with only a dozen people returning safely.
Zhang Zhixuan had already checked these dozen people, and found that there was no Wang family father and son at all.
What is even more tragic is that the two of them were almost burned to pieces by the true fire of Qingjiao, and not even a complete corpse was left.
Zhang Zhixuan wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say.
At this time, any words of comfort are redundant. Only time can slowly dilute everything.
Zhang Zhixuan wanted to break free from his sleeves, but felt that this was a bit cruel.
Just when he was in a dilemma, Qingchan suddenly saw him. She ran over with all her strength and hugged Zhang Zhixuan tightly.
In the past one or two years, Qingchan has grown into a big girl, and her stature has almost caught up with Zhang Zhixuan. He was suddenly hugged by her, which made Zhang Zhixuan feel awkward.
Seeing someone else coming, Wang Zixuan didn't know what to say. She let go of her hand haggardly, stumbled away from the monks who were greeting her family, and returned to Baibao Pavilion with tears in her eyes.
Zhang Zhixuan wanted to touch Qingchan's forehead, but found that she was already an older girl, so he said with emotion: "This time Baibao Pavilion has suffered a heavy loss!
Faced with this difficulty, it is estimated that this century-old store will also need to change its owner."
The practice of a monk is so cruel and difficult, and every high-level monk goes through it step by step.
As they grow up, their teachers, companions, friends, and Taoist companions are often unable to accompany them to the end. They may appear to be glorious, but how much pain is there in their hearts?"
Although Zhang Zhixuan was not injured during this expedition, he was very tired mentally. He rested for a few days and finally received the reward from Patriarch Liang.
In the process of monks' practice, high-level monks and low-level monks often depend on each other.
Low-level monks and even mortals need the protection of high-level monks, and high-level monks also need low-level monks to deal with various sundries for them and create various resources for cultivating immortals.
Sometimes, high-level monks may even directly need help or assistance from lower-level monks.
Ancestor Liang on Black Mountain is already the most powerful casual cultivator in the Yu Kingdom. His cultivation level is not too high. He is already at the top of the Zifu. In the entire world of Yu Kingdom's immortal cultivation, there are only one monk with a higher cultivation level than him.
His magical weapons are not unpowerful either. He even has a fifth-level magical weapon on his body, which is no less powerful than the ancestors of the Golden Pill of the four sects of the Yu Kingdom.
But one day he underestimated the enemy and was trapped by the green dragon.
What if he hadn't recruited many disciples? If he hadn't protected the Black Mountain monks?
Without the help of hundreds of black mountain cultivators, today would be his disaster.
Even a giant like Patriarch Liang in casual cultivation is like this.
Ordinary immortal cultivators would simply not be able to survive if they did not join the group.
Even if the lowest level of casual cultivators has no sect to rely on and no relatives to support them, they still need to make three or five close friends so that they can help each other and strengthen their momentum.
Some successful casual cultivators often establish sects and start families after building a foundation.
The same is true for Patriarch Liang, and the same is true for Zhang Tairen, the first generation ancestor of the Zhang family.
Zhang Tairen was originally a casual cultivator who obtained the Taoist lineage from his predecessors. After establishing his foundation, he left the Southern Wilderness and established a family on Lushan Mountain, creating the Zhang family's situation.
It is precisely because of this interdependent relationship that Patriarch Liang was particularly generous to the casual cultivator who rescued him this time.
He didn't keep any of the dragon essence and blood left by the green dragon, and gave a small bottle to each rescuer.
In addition, since thousands of Xuanyou grasses have been harvested, the Youhuan Dan can be refined on a large scale immediately, so after a while, each person will be given a bottle of Youhuan Dan.
Youhuandan is a second-level high-grade spiritual elixir, with a bottle costing at least 150 spiritual stones.
There are more than two hundred bottles of spiritual elixir worth thirty thousand spiritual stones. Fortunately, Patriarch Liang has a strong family and can reward them.
In addition, each person will also be given a hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
All rewards added up to about four hundred spirit stones, not counting the pensions for monks who died in battle.
According to rumors in the market, Patriarch Liang will choose the opportunity to give Foundation Establishment Pills to the families of the monks who died in the foundation-building period.
After taking revenge, Zhang Zhixuan was originally planning to leave Montenegro, but was delayed for a while because of the recruitment order.
He was preparing to leave in a few days, when suddenly a transmission note came from the cave.
Zhang Zhixuan opened it and opened the door of the cave with a look of surprise.
Outside the cave stood Wang Zixuan in plain clothes. Wang Zixuan said with a tired look: "I heard that Brother Zhou is going to leave Montenegro for a while. This is your offering for this month. Please accept it. Don't refuse."
Zhang Zhixuan was refining alchemy in Baibao Pavilion under the alias Zhou Boyong. At first, he offered two low-grade spiritual stones per month. Later, when his level of alchemy was improved, the number of offerings increased by more than five times, to ten low-grade spiritual stones per month.
Before the expedition, Zhang Zhixuan still had twenty-four days of salary in Baibao Pavilion that had not yet been settled, which was less than a month. He had no intention of asking for this spiritual stone anymore.
Unexpectedly, when Wang Zixuan heard that he was leaving, she sent him there in person.
Looking at Wang Zixuan with a sad face, Zhang Zhixuan said in a low voice: "Your family is also in trouble now. I have no shortage of spiritual stones here for the time being. I will give them to you when you are more generous in the future!"
Wang Zixuan took a deep look at Zhang Zhixuan and said: "Although my father and ancestors are gone, the sign of Baibao Pavilion cannot be destroyed. As long as I still have breath, I will continue to open this ancestral property."
Zhang Zhixuan received a little care from the Wang family in Heishan, so he persuaded him: "Since Senior Wang is no longer here, I advise you to concentrate on your cultivation and transfer the Baibao Pavilion!
This is how monks practice. Only by experiencing disasters can they go further on the road of greatness. When you build a foundation one day, can't you buy it back again?"
Wang Zixuan looked at Zhang Zhixuan's eyes and said disappointedly: "You may be right. But Baibao Pavilion is the hard work of my father's life. Even if I die, I will not let it fall into the hands of outsiders.
I heard that you are leaving, so you might as well take these spiritual stones.
I don’t know if we can see each other again after we say goodbye.”