Half a month later, Zhang Qing had recruited eighty-nine casual cultivators in Juncheng, including twenty who were in the late stages of Qi training.
After handing over hundreds of thousands of spirit stones to Zhang Hua clan elder, Zhang Qing also roughly understood why he wanted to keep the spirit stones in Juncheng.
Because of safety, these spiritual stones are the salary of those he recruits, and they will not be consumed in a short time. Naturally, they cannot stay in the more dangerous Songhu.
"Zhang An will let the casual cultivators understand the family's rules in the past two days."
Zhang Qing nodded, "It seems I still have some time."
Zhang Hua looked over and said, "Do you have anything else?"
"The Songhu Mine is close to its limit. I want to find a casual cultivator who is proficient in formations to see if we can improve it."
"It's not easy. It's not that the family can't expand the formation, it's just that the gains outweigh the losses."
The clan elder looked at Zhang Qing and said, "The spirit stone mine in Songhu is just a small vein. Even if you mine them all, you won't get much spirit stone, and it can't compare with the consumption of the formation."
"I will think about it and give up the mine if nothing can be done."
The most prosperous place in the city is the area controlled by the four clans in the center, and around it are circles of shops surrounded by casual cultivators. Reading books
Juncheng is not big, but there is still a natural dividing line between monks and mortals, and mortals rarely cross this invisible gap.
The shops of these casual cultivators are not as lively as those of the four clans. Except for some spiritual items such as spiritual rice that are fixed to maintain the daily needs of the monks, the rest are uncertain. No one knows whether there will be any in the shops tomorrow. There are good things.
Naturally, the casual cultivators will be more willing to choose one of the four clans, because there will definitely be something they want there.
Apart from the regulars, there are also aimless people like Zhang Qing.
Stopping in front of a shop, Zhang Qing hesitated for a moment before walking in.
Jiang Baiyi looked particularly surprised when he saw Zhang Qing walking in, his eyes subconsciously becoming wary.
"I didn't expect that a dignified foundation-building monk would also be the shopkeeper of an idle person."
"A mere individual can't compare to the big business of a family of four clans. Of course, you have to do it yourself. You can't just fight for all the resources."
"That's true." Zhang Qing looked around as he spoke, "The spiritual bamboos and bamboo leaf flowers in Zhulinfang City are things that are not available in other places. Are you selling these things?"
"The training in the foundation building period is not a small number."
Jiang Baiyi shook his head, "This is just a tack, but you won't be interested in other things."
"oh?"
"The three major cities in Yunmengze are Fengyue, Lingxi, and Juncheng. Among them, Lingxi has ceased to exist in name only, leaving only two major cities."
"Fengyue is the largest market in Yunmengze, and everything is available there. Rumor has it that everything you need to cultivate to grow golden lotus can be found there, but the casual cultivators here still appear here, Juncheng."
"What I sell is something related to what they have in mind."
Zhang Qing responded, "What do you need to leave Yunmengze? But this is not easy. Can you let so many monks find you here?"
After saying this, Zhang Qing realized that he was wrong. When he was in Zhulinfang City, Jiang Baiyi was able to pull off a Bamboo Forest Society by himself. Now that he was building a foundation, if he could do it again, wouldn't it mean that even the foundation would be broken? Can you win over?
"This is my business."
"It seems that Lingyue Chamber of Commerce has given you a lot of confidence." Zhang Qing looked at Jiang Baiyi and then left the shop. Read a book
Zhang Qing didn't have much murderous intention in his heart. Logically speaking, Jiang Baiyi, who almost killed him, should definitely die in his case.
But maybe it's because he's not a murderous person at heart, or maybe it's because of his family's influence on him.
He still remembered the scene when he returned to Chihu not long ago. The Zhao family sent someone to deliver a piece of dead wood to the Zhang family, which was used to rekindle the Zhang family's fairy fire.
To this day, all four clans in Yunmengze have more or less guessed what Zhang Shenling used to break through the Golden Lotus.
But the Zhao family still sent the piece of dead wood to the Zhang family, giving the Zhang family's fairy fire a chance to rekindle from the ashes.
At this time point, it happened to be when the two families were at war, and neither side knew how much blood the other side had stained.
Even in this situation, the Zhao family still sent the things over and didn't care whether Zhang Shenling would break his promise.
There will be absolute enemies, but there are also many people who change the relationship between the two parties because of interests.
If Jiang Baiyi hadn't performed so well, Zhang Qing fully believed that he would have found a way to kill him, but the other party showed enough value.
This kind of value made the murderous intention in his heart gradually disappear.
And before that, how many things were the same? The official family of Yangshui Lake was not destroyed because of this, and the Huoyuan Villa left a batch of seeds for the same reason.
All those who survived the family's wrath did so because of profit, not kindness.
The next day, under a clear sky, Zhang Qing rushed towards Songhu with eighty-nine recruited monks.
What he didn't expect was that he and Jiang Baiyi would meet again at the city gate.
The latter's body tensed and he stared closely at Zhang Qing. The atmosphere among the ninety-one people suspended on the gradually falling stone was tense.
Those Qi-training monks could naturally sense that the relationship between the two Foundation-building monks was not good, and couldn't help but feel helpless.
They have just joined the Zhang family for a day or two, are they going to face such a threat?
The inverted cone-like stone platform fell to the ground below Juncheng, and the surrounding formation dispersed. At this moment, Jiang Baiyi flew into the sky and galloped away into the distance.
"I have no intention of taking action, haha." Zhang Qing smiled and led everyone towards Song Lake.
Jiang Baiyi's caution is not surprising, because Zhang Qing has the ability to kill him.
After returning to Songhu Villa, Zhang Qing no longer had to worry about the rest, and he continued to return to the process of quiet cultivation.
"At this rate, if I want to practice from the first level to the second level of foundation building, it will take at least... two years?"
Zhang Qing, who was in seclusion, was frightened, but soon felt relieved.
How many people can build a foundation is already an extravagant hope. The two monks who fought for the foundation building thing that Yunxia Land encountered at the beginning have not made any progress in their cultivation for decades. He can clearly sense when he can break through, and that's it. With this talent, he has already crushed countless people in Yun Mengze.
The lifespan of a foundation-building monk is three hundred years. If he can cultivate to the ninth level of foundation-building in more than a hundred years, he will have the opportunity to plant a golden lotus and continue his vitality for another two hundred years.
Two years from the first floor to the second floor of foundation building is already a joyful answer for ordinary foundation building.
Moreover, this still does not include the effects of certain precious spiritual objects.
"If you can spend two to three thousand spirit stones to buy elixirs every month, plus the resources provided by your family, this time can be shortened by twice or even shorter."
"But it's impossible for spirit stones to fall out of thin air. This is also a limitation and will waste some time."
"But this time cannot be counted after one year."
Every time he practices, when the extra mana in his body is filled, he cannot practice.
"So, I will break through the second level of the foundation within a year at the latest."
Zhang Qing opened his eyes and looked outside the room. At the same time, white smoke boiled from all directions, and more and thicker white smoke rushed from the ground to the sky until it connected with the sea of clouds.
"The spiritual energy fluctuations mentioned by the head of the family..."
