Text_Chapter 1100 True disciples come to seek refuge
At this time, all the elixirs in the many medicinal fields on the mountain peaks were destroyed, large areas of ancient forests were leveled, and spiritual springs and pools dried up.
The monsters and ferocious beasts on the peak either died or fled.
Even many slaves on Chaotian Mountain were affected by the coercion and suffered heavy casualties!
Chaotian Peak, which was originally full of spiritual energy and full of vitality, became lifeless and miserable.
"Damn Jiangshan, if it weren't for him, my Chaotian Peak wouldn't be like this!"
Luo Zheng was extremely wealthy at this time, and he didn't care about the wealth of Chaotian Peak, but when he saw that the originally picturesque mountain peak had turned into a dead silence, he felt very angry in his heart.
He was observing the situation at Chaotian Peak, but after a while, more than a dozen people flew out from all over the mountain peak and rushed over.
"Uncle Junior, you are back!"
Among them were Mei Yuniang and Sun Xiuying, all of whom were dripping with sweat and looked tired.
"Master Peak Master, our Chaotian Peak suffered heavy losses this time. More than a hundred people died. If these people hadn't rescued them in time, I'm afraid even more people would have died."
A servant leader also rushed over and reported.
It turned out that after Luo Zheng left, other onlooking disciples also left one after another. Mei Yuniang and several other true disciples did not leave.
They stayed on Chaotian Peak to rescue some injured slaves, saved some medicinal fields that could still be salvaged, and helped some spiritual trees that had not yet been completely rooted out, thus reducing a lot of losses to Chaotian Peak.
"Thank you very much!"
Luo Zheng was moved in his heart. He looked at Mei Yuniang, Sun Xiuying, Gong Qingxia, Gulan Yu and Qu Ruyan, cupped their hands and said.
Then, his eyes moved and fell on the other people. He smiled and said: "Luo Zheng, thank you all for your help. I will be grateful after this. I wonder what you call me?"
"My name is Zhou Changguang, and these are my close friends in the sect. We admire Master Luo's personality and cultivation strength, so we volunteered to stay and help. Master Luo doesn't have to be angry with our family."
At this time, a tall young man walked out and saluted.
It turned out that the eight people who stayed behind were all true disciples of the sect.
"I didn't expect that although this time it would cause a lot of trouble, it would also have some unexpected benefits."
Luo Zheng nodded slightly, his eyes swept across these eight true disciples, and he already understood what these people meant, "Okay, everyone, thank you for your hard work. Come to my black jade cold palace building to rest!"
There are two categories of true disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect.
Some are extremely talented, or of noble birth, with the support of big families behind them, and some are even princes or crown princes of the empire.
These people have countless resources and can obtain all kinds of elixirs and elixirs without any effort. Their cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and they have a bright future.
Others are from small clans, or even poor families, and have limited resources. They have to fight for every bit of resources they get, and their progress in cultivation is much slower.
Such true disciples are naturally powerless in the sect and may even be bullied. They often choose to seek refuge with some powerful true disciples or elders.
Luo Zheng glanced at a few people and immediately knew that these people wanted to seek refuge with him.
Although these true disciples all have their own established peaks and treasure towers, among the tens of thousands of peaks in the Weapon Refining Sect, there are only a few dozen that are as high as ten thousand feet.
The other hills are several thousand feet tall, so their wealth is naturally limited.
Zhou Changguang and others were overjoyed when they heard that Luo Zheng asked them to rest in the treasure tower.
Although he didn't say it clearly, there is no fool who can become the true successor of the Weapon Refining Sect, so he naturally understood that Luo Zheng agreed to accept them.
"Thank you, Uncle Master, but now the peak is deserted. Many injured slaves need to be treated. Some extremely precious tree species also need to be planted and cultivated in places with abundant spiritual energy. Many things need to be done by us, so we won't do it for the time being.
rest."
Zhou Changguang and others shook their heads and spoke.
At this time, most of Chaotian Peak's slaves were injured, but everything was waiting to be done. There was indeed a shortage of manpower.
"Bring all the injured slaves to the Black Jade Cold Palace Tower, and I will treat them."
Luo Zheng thought for a moment and said.
Zhou Changguang and others looked puzzled, but they didn't ask any more questions. They immediately dispersed and sent over all the injured slaves from all over Chaotian Peak.
Chaotian Peak occupies a very large area and has more than a thousand slaves. Most of these slaves are warriors in the Gufu realm. However, due to limited talents and resources, they cannot enter the ninth level of Tianyuan, so they joined the Weapon Refining Sect as slaves.
This time, there were three to four hundred injured slaves alone. Among them, broken arms and legs were not considered serious injuries. Some even had their heads crushed by the pressure, and some had their bodies burst open, with their internal organs exposed and their intestines running away.
Got outside.
Just to heal these injured slaves, I don't know how many pills will be consumed.
Looking at some of the slaves who were implicated for no reason, Luo Zheng's face turned cold.
Chaotian Peak’s losses this time were too heavy!
Jiangshan and the eight demon kings really deserve to die!