I Built A Family Of Immortal Cultivators

Chapter 125: Demonic Cultivators in the World

After gathering ten people, Lin Xuzhe led them towards the Lin family's mountain. He had to make this trip back and forth seven or eight times every day.

To be honest, cultivators also have flying boats that can carry more people at once, but those boats require at least a mid-grade second-tier cultivation level. Lin Qing could afford it, but his current cultivation level restricted him from using it.

Upon arriving at the Lin family's mountain, Lin Xuzhe left the ten people there and then departed to recruit more.

Meanwhile, Qian San and the other few people who were left behind were called aside. First, their names were confirmed, and then each person was given a wooden plaque with their name engraved on it. After that, they were led to the front of a wooden house, where they were divided into groups of five and moved into the houses.

As Qian San settled into the wooden house, he looked at the oil lamp inside and couldn't quite figure out what it was for.

Why did this demonic cultivator bring him here and have them live in wooden houses? In his understanding, shouldn't they each be given a hoe and two pieces of hardtack that they couldn't bite through, and then go into the cave to mine? Or be suspended and wait to be used later? Why did they rest first? Could it be that the demonic cultivator wanted to take care of them first? But throughout the journey, Qian San didn't feel like that was the case.

At night, Qian San and the others were called out to eat. Qian San followed the others and took a bowl of rice. As he did so, he was once again surprised.

Never mind how much rice he could eat, the key was the dishes. They... they had meat!

Chunks of white pork were placed in the bowls as if they were free. Qian San's eyelids couldn't help but twitch at the sight.

After seeing that the ones who served the food had already eaten, Qian San concluded that there shouldn't be any poison. He crouched down and started eating. In one sitting, he finished three large bowls.

After eating, they went straight back to sleep.

Qian San couldn't sleep that night. It had been so long since he had eaten meat like this. He couldn't quite remember when the last time was. In the mortal cities, only wealthy families could afford to eat meat. For others, it was considered a luxury to have a little bit during festivals. As for him, he didn't have money on regular days, so even having white porridge was considered a luxury.

However, unlike others who would sleep after eating, Qian San felt a bit uneasy due to his ancestor's notes. He worried that after eating so well today, they would have to do some life-threatening work tomorrow.

Qian San couldn't sleep and looked outside through the cracks. He sighed as he saw the vast mountains. There was no way to escape.

He had a restless night. The next morning, they had steamed buns with meat slices for breakfast. Qian San ate five of them with rice porridge.

After finishing, Qian San straightened his chest and thought, "Whatever tricks they have, bring it on today." After a night of contemplation, he had come to terms with his situation. It was his bad luck to be caught up in this. Whether he lived or died, it didn't matter. Mortals only have one life, after all. He had tried cultivating in the past, but he had no spiritual roots at all.

After that, someone arrived and asked who had any skills. None of the ten people, including Qian San, answered.

Then, one person was given an axe and a saw. The person pointed to the vast forest and told them that they would be cutting down those trees in the future.

Qian San followed the others and went to work. In the morning, they felled five large trees. After that, it was time for lunch, and once again, they had rice with large chunks of meat.

As Qian San used his chopsticks to stir the rice in his bowl, his eyes rolled around. He looked at the people around him and felt that something was different. It seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

This routine continued for several days. Every day, new people joined, and the only task they had was to cut down trees. Looking at the endless forest around them, Qian San relaxed a bit. If all they had to do was cut down trees, these trees would last them for a long time.

Afterwards, it was heard that those with skills didn't need to chop trees. Qian Sanxin was intrigued and revealed that he used to be a carpenter. Although he only had some basic knowledge, he immediately went from being a tree chopper to a carpenter who builds houses.

He would only wake up at dawn every day, eat three meals that were always filling, and sleep when it got dark. He even received silver taels every month.

After a month passed, his initial thoughts had long disappeared.

One night, a month later, Qian San lay in his own standalone wooden house and once again thought about his previous belief that Lin Xuzhe was a demonic cultivator.

As he thought about it, he suddenly laughed. Who would dare say that Lin Xuzhe was a demonic cultivator? He would be the first to refute that.

He didn't have to work too hard every day, he had food to eat and silver to take. How could he possibly be a demonic cultivator? Has anyone ever seen such a good demonic cultivator?

Of course, if he really was a demonic cultivator, then to hell with it. He loved demonic cultivators like this. What's wrong with demonic cultivators? He even wanted the whole world to be filled with demonic cultivators.

After staying for more than a month, Qian San was starting to not want to leave. Originally, he had planned to stay for three years and then leave, but after learning that they were going to build a city, Qian San felt that there was nothing wrong with living here. Why should he go back? Just for a meager existence where he would go hungry after one meal?

What's the point of going back? It's not as comfortable there. If he had a family, he would have already brought them here. But he was still single, so he could eat his fill without worrying about his family going hungry.

Qian San had these thoughts entirely because the Lin family had lenient requirements and generous treatment towards these ordinary people. In Lin Qing's eyes, no matter how much these ordinary people ate, they couldn't exhaust his resources. He was not strict at all when it came to their treatment. After all, he was not lacking in spiritual stones now, and the expenses for these ordinary people were negligible. Even if there were five or six thousand ordinary people in the future, the highest cost for a year, including wages, would be just over a thousand spiritual stones.

He now possessed a second-grade superior spiritual vein, which he estimated would yield at least a million spiritual stones if he were to mine them.

Of course, that was impossible. If he were to mine all the spiritual stones, the quality of the spiritual vein would decrease, and he naturally wouldn't do that. But if he could maintain the quality and mine five or six thousand spiritual stones every year, it would be effortless. Such expenses were nothing.

However, Lin Qing didn't go mining for the sake of the future. He had sufficient spiritual stones in his storage bag, and he had high hopes for this second-grade superior spiritual vein. If it could be upgraded in the future, and even reach the third-grade spiritual vein, it would be much better than mining a few thousand spiritual stones every year.

Speaking of ordinary people, in Lin Qing's opinion, the initial expenses wouldn't last too long.

Currently, he needed to spend spiritual stones to have these ordinary people work for him, which could be considered an initial investment. But once the city was built, the surrounding fields were cultivated, and roads were connected to the outside, he wouldn't need to spend spiritual stones anymore, and there would be plenty of ordinary people willing to come.

In the past, a Qingmuji could gather so many ordinary people. Lin Qing didn't believe that his family would be less attractive in the future.

His family now had four Foundation Building cultivators and even possessed the skills of array formations and pill refining, making them much stronger than Qingmuji back then.

There was another issue, which was that these ordinary people didn't have the Lin surname.

In Lin Qing's opinion, this wasn't a problem. As long as there are benefits, whether they are family or not, as long as they don't cause trouble, these ordinary people would naturally side with the Lin family.

Moreover, in the future, when the family marries and has children, they will have to marry from outside. They can't all be from the Lin family.

As time goes on, as long as the family develops well, the number of Lin family members will soon reach a terrifying level.

(End of this chapter)