At the stone path.
"Loose cultivators, aristocratic families, sects."
Pang Jian looked at the practitioners emerging from all directions and pondered.
Through Luo Hongyan's narration a while ago and his recent conversation with Gao Yuan, he roughly understood the practice situation in the third world.
In the third realm, the most powerful forces are naturally the five major sects: Lieyang Sect, Blood Moon, Hongshan, Galaxy Alliance, and Yinling Temple.
Then, there is the so-called aristocratic family.
Most of the aristocratic families in the third realm are rooted in the two continents of Qiantian and Xuanyou, building cities to control the common people.
The aristocratic family is attached to the sect!
Within major aristocratic families, all disciples with spiritual talents will be sent to major sects.
In addition to recruiting disciples through aristocratic families, the elders of the sect also select suitable talents from the cities controlled by aristocratic families.
After the disaster broke out in the lower realm, all the sectarian forces in the third realm just made arrangements in advance in many fragmented places.
If there are no surprises, practitioners from the seven major families in the lower world should be placed in the broken land.
——Rather than the two fertile continents of Qiantian and Xuanyou.
The reason for this is because the aristocratic families in the third realm do not allow the seven major families in the fourth realm to go to the two continents of Qiantian and Xuanyou to snatch resources from them.
Under the sects and aristocratic families, there are casual cultivators.
Practitioners who have not been able to enter the Dharma eyes of major sects and are not from aristocratic families are uniformly called casual cultivators.
The status of casual cultivators in the third world is not only lower than that of major sects, but also lower than that of cultivators from aristocratic families.
Of course, world-famous high-level cultivators like Cao Mang and Lei Kun are a different story.
"No wonder Yuan Fei ended up so miserably and Gao Yuan didn't feel safe at all..."
Pang Jian was thinking a lot as he watched the endless stream of participants climbing the mountain from different positions.
He soon discovered that the powerful figures from the Lieyang Sect, Galaxy Alliance, and Blood Moon who occupied other peaks were not in a hurry to come to the first peak.
He immediately guessed that the rallies held a few days ago would not be able to attract those people.
After some observation, Pang Jian, who was about to climb the mountain, suddenly realized that Han Ting, who had greeted him, had never said a word.
Turning his head in confusion, he noticed Han Ting's indignant eyes fixed on the group of five people.
That's four men and one woman.
They looked like they were also casual cultivators, starting from the valley next to the first peak, holding tokens and starting to climb from the first level.
The five of them seemed to be participating in the rally.
The leader had a short beard, wore a green robe, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked to be in his early thirties.
This person had a storage bag hanging on his waist and was talking to a petite woman next to him with a chuckle as he walked.
The petite woman is quite pretty, but her figure is a little shriveled, which is far from comparable to Han Ting's hotness.
She looked at Rourou and weakly, and when talking to the man in Tsing Yi, she covered her mouth and chuckled implicitly from time to time.
The other three people were behind, talking to each other and looking around at the casual cultivators nearby.
When you meet someone you know, you will nod and say hello with a smile from a distance.
Han Ting followed the five people with indignant eyes. Her attention was focused on this group, so she was not in a hurry to climb the mountain.
Pang Jian was thoughtful.
"Pang Jian, let me borrow your cave!"
Han Ting gritted her teeth.
Without waiting for Pang Jian to agree, she pushed open the stone door and entered, then locked it from the inside.
After a while.
Han Ting, who changed into a light blue dress, stepped out of the cave with a little makeup. She tied her narrow waist with a belt, which accentuated the curves of her upper body.
Her naturally long black hair was fastened with exquisite hairpins, fully presenting her seductive and beautiful face.
"Walk!"
She took Pang Jian's initiative and went to one of the nineteen floors, the stone steps extending from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.
And this stone staircase is not the one closest to Pang Jian Cave Mansion.
"Give me a moment."
Han Ting said in a pleading tone.
Pang Jian nodded sternly.
"Hey, Han Ting!"
"Isn't this Han Ting?"
"I heard that you stole Zhang Bin's harvest and escaped to the first peak after being injured. Didn't you know that Zhang Bin was here too?"
"..."
Han Ting, who was standing motionless on the stone steps, was seen by familiar casual cultivators who were hiking on the way, and people kept saying hello.
Pang Jian on the side noticed that most of the male casual cultivators were lingering on Han Ting's hot figure with lustful eyes.
There are some female nuns who, behind their seemingly polite words of greeting, are mostly full of malice.
Han Ting was calm and composed.
She has obviously been used to this for a long time, and she doesn't even bother to explain, letting others criticize her.
until……
The five people she kept a close eye on were climbing up the stone steps and saw Han Ting from a distance below.
Han Ting's breath became a little unstable at this time, and her calm mood was obviously disturbed.
"Sister Ting..."
The petite woman said hello timidly at the bottom of the stone steps.
She, who was walking in front, couldn't help but shrink back and let the man in green with a short beard step forward.
"Sister? I can't bear this!"
Han Ting pursed her lips and said angrily: "My serious injury is due to you, and I found the Firework Poison Palm for you. But I never imagined that you would be mixed with so many poisons. He slapped my body with the poisonous palm of the fireworks, just to take advantage of my unpreparedness!"
"Sister Ting, don't slander me. It's obvious that you want to monopolize all the harvest, so..."
Fang Xin shook his head and explained softly.
"You know what you have done!"
Han Ting said coldly.
Climbers climbing the stone steps, many stopped because of their disputes and looked at them curiously.
Many of the disciples from the aristocratic families above were not in a hurry to climb up, and were watching this little commotion among the casual cultivators with great interest.
"That woman... her figure is so attractive!"
"Well, although the appearance is not amazing, the figure can make people drool."
"It's a pity that he is just a casual cultivator, has no sect foundation, and has a poor background."
Many disciples from aristocratic families made comments.
"Do you recognize the young man in black next to Han Ting?"
Zhang Bin stopped and quietly said to Fang Xin behind him: "I have never heard you say that she has such a casual cultivator friend."
Fang Xin sighed secretly.
She knew that Zhang Bin still didn't give up on Han Ting. When she saw a man suddenly appeared next to Han Ting, Zhang Bin didn't ask anything but asked about the man's identity first.
"I don't know him, I've never seen him before."
Fang Xin glanced at the young man in black who was taller than Han Ting and taller than most casual cultivators on the 19th floor.
The tall and refined body, the cold and tough face, and the pair of calm eyes, looking at the young man in black who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, made Fang Xin subconsciously compare him to Zhang Bin.
After a comparison, she felt that Zhang Bin's appearance and temperament seemed inferior to that of the other party. Fortunately... Zhang Bin was in the late stage of the Xiantian realm and was about to break through to Dongxuan.
"Everything else is useless. Only superb realm cultivation is the real deal."
Fang Xin, who had been secretly competing with Han Ting, hummed in his heart, still acting weak and timid: "I'm a little afraid that she will climb up a high branch and seek revenge on us with the help of others."
Zhang Bin frowned.
After thinking for a moment, he immediately continued climbing the stone steps.
Soon, he arrived in front of Han Ting. His deep eyes wandered around Pang Jian first, and then he said to Han Ting: "Those things you took away, as long as you follow the agreed share, will belong to us." Hand it over and we won’t make it difficult for you.”
"I almost died. How can I say this is not embarrassing?"
Han Ting twitched her lips and sneered: "Don't do this! Zhang Bin, what are you thinking, do you think I can't see it? You plan to get the things and my people together, right?"
Zhang Bin shook his head and said, "I'm too lazy to tell you more."
He took the lead up the stone steps.
"Haha, I actually want both things and... people. It's no problem. The fights and killings between casual cultivators have always been so cruel and have no bottom line."
"If it were me, I might just want people, not things."
"Let's go, let's go, there's nothing good to see."
The children of the aristocratic families above did not care at all about the feelings of people like Han Ting and Zhang Bin. After making loud comments, they felt that it was no longer interesting and so they all went up the mountain.
Han Ting didn't move, she just stood there and looked at Fang Xin without saying a word.
She watched Fang Xin change the stone steps along the way, and together with three other casual cultivators who also coveted her body, gradually headed towards the height of the first peak.
"call!"
After taking a deep breath, Han Ting said to Pang Jian: "Sorry, I wasted your time and made you laugh."
Pang Jian shook his head but didn't say anything.
"Rogue cultivator..."
Through the conversation between the children of the aristocratic family, and the words and expressions of Zhang Bin and Fang Xin, he roughly knew what happened, and also had some understanding of the situation of the casual cultivators in the third world.
The two of them immediately climbed the mountain along the stone steps.
On the way, Han Ting, who didn't know what to think, didn't speak anymore, and Pang Jian, who was worried, was also silent all the way.
On the thirty-fifth floor, after the two of them showed their tokens, they arrived at the first peak of Yuan Mang.
As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Pang Jian heard the commotion and saw hundreds of people who had come first, scattered in various areas talking.
Before he could take a closer look...
"You both understand the rules, right?"
"Remember to keep the token on you at all times so that our people can listen to your conversation. Every time a transaction is completed, whether you are buying a house or selling a house, you must give one-tenth of the transaction amount."
"In addition, during the first three days, the internal trading floor is not open, you can only be outside."
"..."
A woman in white with a sweet voice was sitting in the wooden tower at the end of the stone steps and introduced to Pang Jian and Han Ting.
"I understand the rules. This is not my first time attending a meeting."
Han Ting said quickly.
"That's good."
The woman in white smiled and nodded.
Only then did Pang Jian notice that there were many wooden towers nearby, with women uniformly dressed in white sitting on them. They were telling the rules to the participants who climbed up from below.
Many participants nodded frequently and listened very carefully, for fear of missing something.
It was obviously the first time for these people to participate in such an event.
On the stone steps leading to the foot of the mountain, there are more practitioners in different clothes, coming towards the top of the mountain like a swarm of ants.
…
(End of chapter)
