Enter the Immortal Cultivation

It was probably because of the earth-shattering battle four days ago that temporarily affected the weather here. It had been raining heavily on Linghuang Island a few days ago, and then it suddenly turned sunny today.

Feeling the sunshine that she hadn't seen for a long time, Lian Xinling felt it was extremely dazzling. She couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hands. Lian Xinjie pulled her to continue flying forward so as to clear the exit of the dungeon behind her and avoid conflicts with others.

The requirement of the Huangji Litiandao is that each sect sends two or three Jindan stage to participate in this disaster relief. There is only one requirement, don't let those disaster victims die.

The Jindan stage that Wang Qi really trusts are Lian Xinjie and Lian Xinling, who have been educated by the Immortal Alliance. If other cultivators are released, it is hard to guarantee that they will not say something like "There is a problem with Luochen Sword Palace". Moreover, due to Mi's protection, these two people have not been infected with the Heart Demon Curse, so they are not afraid of harming others. Therefore, the disaster relief this time fell on the shoulders of these two people.

After flying to the ground, the cultivators who came to "rescue" had no intention of landing on the ground. This ground was really too ugly. Due to the heavy rain for several days, the entire Linghuang Island was muddy. In addition to the feces and urine of the disaster victims, it was extremely disgusting.

Lian Xinjie looked around. There were about a hundred Jindan cultivators who came this time. Apart from him and Lian Xinling, there were few sect elites, most of whom were the kind of guys with bleak futures and no hope of becoming infants. It seems that most sects regarded this order as a simple burden. A Yuanying cultivator from the Tianshu Building flew over and began to count the number of people. And assigned tasks.

Most people were sent out to hunt. For two thousand years, the surrounding sea monsters have assumed that this is the territory of a Mahayana monster, and high-level monsters will not come here easily. A battle four days ago scared away some creatures with a little intelligence. Now the creatures that appear within a thousand miles must be some low-level monsters who are ignorant and have not yet developed their intelligence. These Jindan disciples will not encounter any major danger.

Another task is to extract salt and alkali from the soil of Linghuang Island so that plants can grow. This also accounts for more than half of the number of people.

As for the remaining tasks such as distributing food and eliminating diseases for disaster victims, no one is willing to take it.

At this time, Wang Qi's voice sounded in Lian Xinjie's consciousness: "Take this task. I hope to go to the mortals on the island to take a look."

Lian Xinjie's heart pounded a few times and almost stopped. He carefully answered in his consciousness: "Why..."

"Go when I tell you to go."

Wang Qi's voice came from a jade pendant. This jade pendant was naturally specially made.

Lian Xinjie gritted his teeth. Pretending to be calm. He raised his hand and said, "It's interesting to look at mortals. It's just right to temper my Dao heart. Uncle, let me go to distribute the food."

The Yuanying cultivator from the Tianshu Tower looked at Lian Xinjie deeply and threw a small bottle: "There is a Yangyuan Pill in it. Dissolve it in clear water and share it. One pill can guarantee the daily needs of 3,000 people. You are responsible for the east."

"East?" Lian Xinjie was a little confused: "There are at least 10 million people on the island of Linghuang..."

"Less than 10 million." The cultivator corrected coldly: "Four days ago, Linghuang Island lost 50% of its population, less than 10 million."

——Huh?

Wang Qi was confused.

"50%? Are you kidding? Senior Sister Mi only took away 10% to 20% of the population..."

"What about the millions of people? Where did they go?"

All the victims who fell into the water were saved by Mi. Mi can guarantee this. The sea is her body. Four days ago, she was filled with every bit of sea water. So, this perception is definitely not wrong.

That is to say, before the last blow of the Holy Emperor, less than 10% of the victims on Linghuang Island fell into the water.

"The huge tsunami and rainfall caused by the last blow of the Holy Emperor. Did hundreds of thousands of people drown in the sea? Are you kidding? If that's the case, there should be countless corpses here... So many corpses, even if they float away, it will take a long time..."

"What the hell is the Holy Emperor doing? Where did the millions of mortals who disappeared go?"

These words were sent back to Wang Qi through secret methods. The Yuanying stage cultivator naturally didn't know what information he might have leaked, and continued: "Since there are fewer people, it will be much simpler to do things. I will choose eight people... and seven more people, each responsible for an area... You just need to find a container to dissolve the pills. Then let those mortals line up to get food and eat. If there are people who line up to make trouble, just kill them immediately."

The porcelain bottle looks small, but it is also a magic weapon, which can shrink things. There are hundreds of pills in each container. Eight bottles of pills are enough for the people on the entire island.

The spiritual awareness of a Jindan-stage cultivator can cover several miles, and nothing can be hidden from him within these miles. And above that, their eyes can see things dozens of miles away. A Jindan-stage cultivator can supervise a large area. This is why such a heavy task is only done by eight Jindan-stage cultivators.

Lian Xinling also understood Wang Qi's meaning through the magic weapon at this time, and raised his hand and said: "I'll be with my senior brother."

One after another, several people either voluntarily or forced to raise their hands to do the food distribution. The Yuanying-stage cultivator of the Tianshu Building was a little impatient, so he directly named the two people: "Zhu Leyuan, Ke Wuxu, you two will do this!"

One person was dissatisfied and shouted: "Hey! My father is the integrated monk Xu Tianjun of Xuanjian Tower! You actually..."

"Jun Xu Tian has two hundred sons, and ninety-nine percent of them are useless, and none of them please him. You don't need to use Lord Xu Tian to pressure others. Whatever I ask you to do, you will do it for me." That Yuan The young monk had a cold face and gave the young man no room to resist. Then, he said: "Everyone else, let me cast spells for those mortals to heal their wounds and drive away their diseases!"

Everyone responded, and those who were sent to hunt immediately set up their escape lights and flew away from Linghuang Island. Others were still a little hesitant, but they dispersed one after another. After everyone had left, a person stepped out from the crowd and said, "Master, I don't quite understand."

"What?" Facing his disciple, the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was quite pleasant.

The Tianshulou disciple looked like a student asking: "You always taught me in the past that a practitioner's time is precious. Unless you practice and cultivate yourself, you must seize the time all the time. But now, why do you want me to work hard to do it? These...chores? And leave the most tiring part to me?"

He was one of the monks responsible for treating illnesses and injuries.

The Nascent Soul Stage monk nodded: "It's good to be able to ask this question. It shows that you have a little thought about practice and how to behave in the world. It is true that I told you on weekdays that the world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs. . The way of heaven is impartial and will not help anything. This is also the attitude that a monk should have. However, you also need to consider some special circumstances."

"This is Linghuang Island. Here, the Lord of Split Heaven, Holy Emperor, is heaven and the truth. This time, we are providing disaster relief because Emperor wants to relieve disaster. And if Emperor wants to kill people, we need these untouchables Kill them all. Our rescue is not to save people, not for mortals, but for the Emperor. If the Emperor thinks that you are good at disaster relief, you will have "merit", and if you please him, you can gain a lot of intangible benefits. The benefits will make your practice more smooth in the future.”

The young man thought for a moment: "But, can Emperor Zun be so willful?"

"Yes, the Emperor can kill whenever he wants, and save whenever he wants." The Nascent Soul Stage monk said: "The Emperor is only the last step away from becoming an immortal, and he can achieve long-term vision at any time... Some people even think that , he can live forever, but it is just to eliminate heretics and protect the righteousness, so he has stayed in this world for a long time. In order to practice, we have to make compromises, because if we don’t practice, we will gradually grow old and die. The Immortals are free to do whatever they want without any compromise.”

After the Nascent Soul Stage monk said this, he glanced at the monks who were still lingering. He evidently intended these words to be heard by the other monks. Even his disciple's questions may have come from his instructions. He said: "You also heard it. This disaster relief is not for these untouchables, but for yourselves. You can take care of yourself. Do it well and don't let me find any signs of cheating on you."

These words at least gave those people a little "morale". Everyone dispersed and went about their own business.

Just as Lian Xinjie flew out, he heard Wang Qi say: "This Nascent Soul Stage monk looks like a sensible person. Stay away from him and stay hidden when you do things later."

From what Wang Qi heard, this Yuanying stage monk understood this "disaster relief" very clearly.

They didn't want to provide disaster relief, but Saint Emperor Zun cared about his "cattle", so they came.

The reason why ancient Dharma cultivators can still form sects and societies and compromise with each other is, as he said, because of the threat of "death".

In the immortal way, if you don't grow, you will end up with nothing more than a handful of loess. Therefore, death forces the monks to collect resources and strengthen themselves in the most relative form.

However, immortals don’t have to do this. They have plenty of time. For them, "collection efficiency" doesn't matter at all. They have plenty of time to refine the resources needed for cultivation.

"If you don't live forever, you won't be able to live freely..." Lian Xinjie sighed in a low voice.

"Freedom? It's just jumping from one fish pond to another, walking from one dark forest to another dark forest."

In the secret room, Wang Qi shook his head and sighed in a low voice. (To be continued ~^~)

PS: First update!