Reincarnated Into The Sacred Tree, I Create A Family Of Yin Soldiers

In a small market at the foot of Mass Burial Mountain, many people dressed in coarse linen or animal skins were shouting hard at the things on their stalls.

They are all villagers from small villages around Mass Burial Mountain. They come here every once in a while to sell their excess belongings in exchange for other needed things.

For sale there are various beast skins, dried meat and some homemade iron weapons.

It's just that these weapons are not exquisite and can only perform some basic functions.

Moreover, in the market here, no money is accepted, only things can be exchanged.

The market here gathers a total of more than ten small villages nearby. It has always been under the jurisdiction of the Chen family before. If you want to sell here, you must pay one-tenth of the value of the items sold to the Chen family.

Although it's not much, it adds up to a considerable amount of wealth.

Even though many people are dissatisfied, considering safety and convenience, many villagers can only swallow their anger.

Not to mention that the current Chen family has been in the limelight for a while after wiping out the Li family, and there are several blood coagulation realm warriors in the family, so they don't dare to complain.

However, the struggle between the two families in Mass Burial Mountain has now become a gossip among many villagers.

I thought that the market here would change its owner, but I didn't expect that the Chen family would win in the end.

Many people setting up stalls sighed, and they were inevitably curious about the process, but this was too far away from them, so they should think about how to spend this winter.

"Hey, have you heard? The Chen family is recruiting domestic slaves recently."

A street vendor said suddenly, which caused a stir in the crowd, and everyone asked whether it was true or false.

"of course it's true."

After hearing this, a group of vendors wanted to inquire more carefully. After all, they were just nearby villagers, and there was not a single warrior in the village. If a vicious beast accidentally entered the village, the village would very likely be destroyed.

Although the slave's status is low, the Chen family is now a big family in Burial Mountain. If he can become a slave of the Chen family, his life will be much easier.

At this time, a strong vendor said disdainfully:

"Hmph, after becoming a domestic slave and being governed by others for the rest of your life, how can you be as free as you are now?"

"I'm Tian Meng. You can hunt up the mountain and farm down the mountain. You have plenty of strength, so why do you need to be a slave? The Chen family is looking down on people."

The other vendors nodded slightly after hearing this. Indeed, they had some abilities. Since they could live a comfortable life, why would they become domestic slaves? They were simply inferior to others.

But some vendors looked envious at the many dried meats on the stall in front of Na Tian Meng.

This man was born with great strength, and he learned hunting skills from an old hunter in the village. Now he is also a well-known figure in the nearby villages. I heard that the last time he went into the mountains, he escaped from the mouth of a body-tempering beast.

With such strength, he is naturally disdainful of his status as a domestic slave.

On the other hand, they are weak, can only maintain basic food and clothing, and have no great abilities. The Chen family slaves may not be a good place to go.

"I also heard that the conditions given by the Chen family for recruiting domestic slaves this time are excellent. It is said that as a domestic slave, you can receive two kilograms of blood rice and one kilogram of fresh ferocious beast meat every month. If you make a great contribution to the family, You can also teach the slaves how to temper their bodies..."

After hearing these benefits, the eyes of everyone who had been complaining suddenly lit up.

Blood rice is precious. Even if you are not a warrior, eating it can strengthen your physique. However, there are not many fertile fields that can grow blood rice near the Mass Burial Mountain, and there are even fewer small villages like theirs.

Besides the blood rice, there was actually fresh ferocious beast meat.

Let’s not mention these two points for the moment, but the final body tempering method has made many people excited.

Although they are villagers, they also yearn for martial artists. Unfortunately, not all of them are qualified to practice martial arts.

Firstly, there is no way to temper the body, so it is impossible to get started. Secondly, the consumption of warriors is quite high, which they cannot afford.

If he can really become a warrior, then becoming a house slave doesn't seem to matter.

While everyone was still thinking about the pros and cons, Tian Meng on the side had already stood up and packed up the items for sale one by one.

The street vendor who knew him had a look of surprise in his eyes when he saw this, and asked:

"Tian Meng, don't you want to set up a stall?"

"Set up a stall? I, Tian Meng, can hunt up the mountain and farm down the mountain. I have a lot of strength. I, Tian Meng, will be the leader of this family! No one can compete with me!"

After saying that, Tian Meng packed up his things, stood up and left.

But everyone else who heard this was stunned.

But then everyone hurriedly reacted, closing their stalls and leaving.

Even people like Tian Meng are moved by it, so why are they still hesitating? This opportunity must not be missed.

What's more, becoming a domestic slave is not an easy task. I heard that the Chen family has corresponding assessments.

As the news spread, many villages around the Burial Mountain soon became aware of it.

...

The next day, Chen Tianjing led several clan members towards the outside of the family.

Not far from the Chen family, an open space has been cleared, which was prepared for the recruitment of domestic slaves this time.

And he is responsible for the recruitment of domestic slaves this time.

Although he already knew about it before Chen Xingzhen promulgated it, Chen Tianjing sighed in his heart and felt worried about the future of his family when he thought that there was not much food in the clan and that there were many clan members in the clan.

And when he walked out of the family, the oncoming flow of people made Chen Tianjing's eyes dull for a moment.

There were more than a hundred people in the dark area in front of me.

It is even similar to the number of Chen family today.

However, unlike the people in the family, most of the people in front of them were in ragged clothes, with sallow complexions and thin muscles, and looked malnourished.

But he has seen this kind of situation too many times and doesn't take it seriously.

Without a family as a harbor, it is not easy to survive in this mass burial mountain by one person, not to mention that there are no warriors present.

Facing the direct gazes of these many people, Chen Tianjing slowly walked towards the heights. Several family warriors on the side also raised their chests and raised their heads.

The sense of family honor instantly rose to its peak.

"I believe that everyone here is here for the Chen family's recruitment of domestic slaves. I believe that everyone already understands the specific situation, but I will reiterate it again..."

After Chen Tianjing finished describing the treatment of domestic slaves, many people looked excited.

This time it is not a rumor, but someone from the Chen family personally said it, which is extremely credible.

But then Chen Tianjing's words poured cold water on everyone.

"This time, our Chen family is only recruiting twenty domestic slaves. Anyone who does not meet the standard will leave on their own. I hope you can abide by the rules!"

"What, we only recruit twenty people? This is too few!"

"that is!"

...

In the crowd, some people expressed dissatisfaction.

Chen Tianjing snorted coldly, and the momentum of a blood coagulation realm warrior radiated out, and as Chen Tianjing punched to the side, a stone as big as a millstone instantly fell apart.