Sovereign To Immortality Chapter 96 - Shi Nationality

Yang Junshan pa.s.sed through this residential area for mortals and just as he was about to walk in, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. From afar, he saw a green figure flash past a door, the huge bald man gave Yang Junshan a deep impression.

"Someone from the s.h.i.+ nationality? "It seems like it's about time!"

Yang Junshan frowned, he did not know what he was thinking about, but he took two steps back and reached a dark corner, quietly staring at the wooden door that the figure entered through, if he guessed correctly, the person should be out very quickly.

Sure enough, in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the wooden door opened again. This time, Yang Junshan saw clearly that a middle-aged s.h.i.+ nationality cultivator with a merciful expression walked out from behind the door, and turned around to clasp his hands together in salute.

A fifty year old mortal woman held something in her hands and said a few words in extreme respect. Then, the s.h.i.+ nationality cultivator seemed to want to reject her, but seeing her expression, he suddenly became excited, the cultivator bowed and thanked her, then took out a bowl from his backpack. The woman carefully put the things she was holding into the bowl, and found that it was actually a bowl full of spiritual valley s.

After that, the s.h.i.+ nationality cultivator turned and left. The woman bowed at his back before returning to the courtyard and closing the wooden door.

Yang Junshan appeared from the corner, looking at the direction the s.h.i.+ nationality cultivator left in, he muttered to himself for a moment, and then secretly followed.

Yang Junshan had already seen the changes in heaven and earth, the invasion of foreign clans, but he never thought that the s.h.i.+ nationality would appear so quickly, and even openly start fusing their teachings in a county city, wasn't he afraid of alerting the Heaven-Shaken Sect and the powerful families in the city?

The people of the s.h.i.+ nationality did not have much to do, they all believed in, and relied on the resources that the people of the s.h.i.+ nationality donate for free to cultivate, every single person of the s.h.i.+ nationality, after stepping onto the road of cultivation, would look for and win over their own followers, these believers could be anyone, could make mortals, or even cultivators, as long as you had the ability, even if you had the Adept Realm Cultivator as your followers, it was not necessarily impossible.

When he reached a certain realm in cultivation with the support of these believers, he would choose talented, persistent and loyal believers, bestowing the cultivation method to those who cultivate and turn them into the people of the s.h.i.+ nationality. Then, he would have them gather the believers and absorb the cultivation resources …

This level of acc.u.mulation, tight hierarchy, and strict organization allowed the s.h.i.+ nationality to form a tight and broad net, allowing them to posseserrifying hidden force. Furthermore, every single person of the s.h.i.+ nationality s could also easily store cultivation resources that would move one's heart.

In his previous life, after the great change of heaven and earth, s.h.i.+ nationality was the one who had the fastest growth amongst the outsiders who had invaded the cultivation world, and was also the one who had initially chosen to fuse with the native forces in the cultivation world.

Just like the cultivation world where originally there were no Spirit Demon beings, the s.h.i.+ nationality did not exist in the cultivation world either. However, it had actually appeared now, and according to Yang Junshan's understanding in his previous life, there were two possibilities: First, there were cultivators that were directly transformed by the Great Divine Cultivator's divine ability, which was used as a witness in his dreams, becoming s.h.i.+ nationality cultivators. Second, there were probably s.h.i.+ nationality s who had been planning to reincarnated into this world many years ago, and now, they were using the body of a reincarnated Spirit Child to secretly spread their teachings.

However, from Yang Junshan's perspective, the leader behind this s.h.i.+ nationality cultivator most likely came from the first method. Furthermore, this s.h.i.+ nationality cultivator who had been transformed in his dreams was most likely a rogue cultivator that came from Martial Realm Cultivator.

After all, it was too difficult to change the Adept Realm Cultivator into anything, and it would be too wasteful to change into a Mortal Realm cultivator. Only the Martial Realm Cultivator was the most suitable, but this Martial Realm Cultivator couldn't have too complicated of a background, otherwise, it would be very easy for others to discover some clues, so it was only those rogue cultivators with martial arts realm that were the most suitable.

It was probably because of this that the low levelled s.h.i.+ nationality cultivator that Yang Junshan was following had fallen to the point of becoming a believer in mortals. Furthermore, it was also because of this that he had obtained a handful of spiritual valley s.

Only s.h.i.+ nationality s could use this technique, and the s.h.i.+ nationality s themselves were extremely valuable. Unless it was absolutely necessary, or if there wauge benefit, they would definitely not give up their cultivation and risk entering this foreign cultivation world.

Yang Junshan secretly followed this s.h.i.+ nationality cultivator as they walked around the city. He noticed that most of them were wandering between the mortal world and the low-levelled Mortal Realm cultivators, and these people all seemed to be extremely respectful towards him as they saw him. The things that fate had brought over were sometimes only a handful or a bowl of spiritual valley s, and some were even worth a few stone coins.

Moreover, it was obvious that this person was concealing his tracks. When he walked to many different places, he appeared to be an ordinary person, and after seeing that he was a believer, most of the time, he went to a secluded place. Only then would the two parties pay their respects to each other with the etiquette of s.h.i.+ nationality.

Just like that, Yang Junshan followed the person and wandered around the city for 4 to 8 hours. When the sky started to darken, the person headed out of the city.

After leaving the county city, the person did not walk on the road but headed towards the wilderness. From afar, he saw a wooden house at the foot of the mountain, likunter's usually residence. With a flash, the person entered the house.

At this time, Yang Junshan was like a bug that was silently approaching its prey in the dark of the night. As he quickly approached the wooden house, at the same time, not a single sound came from his feet.

After that person entered the wooden house, he first carefully put down his saddlebag, then held up three joss sticks, respectfully standing in front of a shrine in the middle of the wooden house. With the brilliance of his hands, the three joss sticks suddenly lit up, and three inches of smoke rose from the incense before slowly drifting toward the shrine.

There arotal of seven followers in Chenyu County City. Aside from the amount of disciples we have, we have collected a total of five stones and seven fights, four Jade Coins s, five hundred and nine stone coins, twenty-nine different types of spirit gra.s.ses, and a number of spirit materials and mines. In seven days, I will personally send all the cultivation materials to Ox-Head Mountain.

As he spoke till here, the man called Xing Shen clasped his hands together and bowed, then continued: "It's not that I'm lazy, it's just that Chenyu County has been suffering from disasters for the past two years. Mortal beings are poor, cultivators are poor, and all kinds of cultivation resources are scarce, this disciple is powerless, but does not dare to fish without water, attracting the attention of the county's Heaven-Shaken Sect and two families.

After saying that, the three incense sticks in his hand had already burned half of them. He put the remaining incense sticks into the incense burner in front of the shrine, and then knelt down in front of the shrine, until the smoke from the incense sticks no longer drifted towards the shrine.

Seeing this, Xing Shen heaved a sigh of relief, but he still waited until the remaining three sticks of incense were completely extinguished before jumping up from the ground, carrying a trace of lingering fear as he said: "Fortunately, I'm not blaming you for this. It seems like I was not wrong, the harvest of the other disciples of the Protector is only so-so, so I can save a bit of resources for my cultivation. As long as I becomesident and get rid of my status as a monk, I would also have the qualification to become a disciple of the Protector."

He walked into the room and muttered to himself, "Sigh, if only I could convert some cultivators with status and status, then the rate of acc.u.mulation of cultivation resources would definitely be faster. It'ity that my cultivation level is not high enough, so it's best to be cautious, hmm, no matter what, the rate of acc.u.mulation of cultivation resources is still a bit slow. It seems like I'll have to urge those believers to hand over two-thirds of their income every five days, and at the same time expand the scale of the trust."

Just at this moment, a sigh came in from outside the house: "Sigh, s.h.i.+ nationality people are truly shameless!"

Xing Xuan was shocked as he punched the direction of the sound. At the same time, he shouted, "Who's playing tricks on us!"

A misty yellow light shot out from Xing Chen's fist. With a "Hua la" sound, a foot-long hole suddenly appeared in the wall of the wooden house. The night wind poured into the wooden house from the hole, but other than a "wu wu", there was no other sound coming from the outside.

Crash * The windows of the wooden house continuously opened, and the lights inside had already been extinguished. Xing Shen jumped out from the wooden house, two of his fingers brus.h.i.+ng against his eyes, as a dim light began to s.h.i.+ne in the darkness.

However, the instant he could clearly see the surrounding night, two small hidden weapons flew towards his eyes with a screeching sound.

With a cold snort, Xing Xuan suddenly opened his right palm. A "swan" character flashed with yellow misty light from the center of his palm, and the two concealed weapons exploded in midair before they could even reach his body.

However, before he could relax, the broken pieces of the two concealed weapons shot toward his face. Knowing that he had fallen for the trap, the man loudly shouted, and unknowingly, the monastic robe on his body was already in mid-air, wrapping the broken pieces of the concealed weapons inside his clothes.

But at that moment, a figure suddenly flashed out from behind the wooden house. With a leap, it was already seventy to eighty feet behind Xing Shen, and by the time he realized it, it was already too late. The figure suddenly pointed a finger at Xing Shen's back, and a voice exploded beside his ear, "Shatter!"

A dull thud was heard from Xing Sen's chest. His eyes bulged out as he spat out blood from his internal organs. Then, he fell to the ground like a jaded pillar.