parentshiftbook Chapter 211: The Idea of Establishing a Sect
Chapter 211: The Idea of Establishing a Sect
That day, An Ruxue brought An Ran to the door.
"Brother Zhang, I am preparing to leave Luhua City and head towards Qingdan Immortal Sect, traversing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to hone my cultivation."
An Ran clasped her hands in a fist salute to Zhang Ping.
He felt grateful to Zhang Ping.
They first met on the mountain road, and out of caution, he had tried to stop his mother from bringing Zhang Ping along. Little did he expect that his mother's act of kindness would bring him so much convenience.
Thanks to Zhang Ping's intervention, the trial plan was spared a lot of trouble.
Zhang Ping waved his hand calmly: "It's nothing. But you, since you've decided to go alone, you need to be extra careful on the journey."
An Ruxue, her hands clasped behind her back, looked at Zhang Ping with a glint in her foxy eyes, seemingly wanting to beg him to protect An Ran as they went.
But he couldn't bring himself to speak.
After all, she knew Zhang Ping wouldn't agree to the time and effort required for this journey; moreover, as time went by, feelings would develop, and she might feel a pang of reluctance at Zhang Ping's departure.
Julian peeked out from the stairs furtively, giving the three of them a mischievous look.
In the six months since An Ran came to Luhua City, she has had a great time, but she has never been to this ordinary winery even once.
Zhang Ping glanced at it casually, not paying any attention.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned and went back to the storeroom. After a while, he returned with a six-foot-long spear.
"I acquired this spear last month, so I'll give it to you today."
After all, it was An Ruxue's child. He and An Ruxue had slept together at least ninety-nine times, if not a hundred. The other person had long since taken his form.
Upon learning that An Ran was preparing to leave, Zhang Ping suddenly had a strange sense of déjà vu, as if his own son had grown up.
An Ran noticed his strange expression and was somewhat puzzled.
But the moment he took the spear, his expression straightened slightly.
Semi-spiritual artifact!
Reaching the Divine Power Realm marks a complete departure from the Six Realms of Body Refinement. The methods and techniques employed are entirely different. The most significant change undoubtedly occurs in the weapon.
The weapons used at the third level of supernatural powers are all spiritual weapons, and spiritual weapons are further divided into low, medium, high and top grades.
The spear Zhang Ping gave him, though not a magical weapon but a surviving example of a failed forging attempt, was still far more powerful than ordinary weapons.
For Anran now, this represents a significant boost to her strength!
Anran expressed her sincere gratitude.
Afterwards, he took the several jars of spirit wine given to him by Zhang Ping and bid farewell at the city gate.
The speckled white clouds against the blue background are very beautiful.
The fruit trees along the path were laden with bright red fruit, their sweet aroma filling the air, and birds were pecking at them.
The withered, yellowed grass, trampled and bent low, had somehow straightened up again. The autumn wind blew by, saying it had returned.
The neighing horse, urged on by the whip, moved slowly forward.
The carriage gradually disappeared into the distance.
This is the West Gate. Because it has been closed for many years, the once wide official road has been reduced to a small strip, with the rest covered by weeds.
An Ruxue's eyes were filled with tears.
A child is thousands of miles away from home, yet knows not the depth of a mother's love.
Suddenly, she felt empty inside.
Zhang Ping withdrew his admiring gaze from Bai Yun, shook his head with a smile, and slapped her hard, creating a wave on her buttocks.
"Alright, it's not like it's a matter of life and death. You're just grieving. Why not just have another one?"
As he spoke, ignoring An Ruxue's shy and resisting hands, he pulled her into the bushes behind the weeds...
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Another half month passed, and Luhua City was completely at peace.
The weather is overcast and windy.
Zhang Ping is receiving a guest.
"Brother Zhang, the matter you inquired about has been settled." Luo Shang, a merchant with a large belly, picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
After finishing his drink, he gently tapped the table with his wine glass, prompting the waiting girl to refill his glass with spirit wine.
Zhang Ping couldn't help but twitch his lips.
"Brother Luo, please elaborate." He waved his hand, signaling the girl to bring over a larger wine glass.
Seeing this, Luo Shang's smile deepened. He then slowly said:
"Brother, in the past six months I've led my caravan all over the country, visiting over a hundred cities, big and small, but the land I'm asking you for is only a few."
His expression turned slightly serious.
Six months ago, Zhang Ping asked him to find a suitable place to establish a sect, as well as various books about monsters and strange creatures.
First of all, it's actually easy to find a place to establish a sect. As long as you're not picky, you can just find a piece of unclaimed land with abundant spiritual energy in the Taihu Lake region to cultivate. This great lake has little else, but it's the most open space.
Dealing with demonic beasts and establishing routes to major cities after founding a sect are somewhat troublesome, but those who can establish a sect must at least possess the strength of a Divine Realm cultivator. It's not too difficult.
The reason it's been delayed until now is entirely because Zhang Ping's demands are too bizarre.
The place should be blessed with outstanding people and abundant beautiful women; it should also have a variety of magical beasts, not too strong, and of many different kinds; the surrounding forces should be easy to get along with, and not too dangerous...
And so on and so forth, anyway, a whole bunch of conditions for him to handle as he sees fit.
After a good meal of wine and meat, Luo Shang was so intoxicated by the spirit wine that he agreed in a daze. Later, when he sobered up, he almost broke his thigh from slapping it.
"There are three in total. The first one is the Flying Cloud City region." Luo Shang took out a map from his storage ring.
He pointed it out to Zhang Ping in detail.
Zhang Ping put down his wine glass, his expression slightly serious.
"Feiyun City is only a thousand miles away from Qingdan City. On the surface, it is controlled by the Yun family in the city, but in reality, it is one of the subordinate cities of Qingdan City. It is located at the junction of three lakes and marshes, and is a bustling commercial center with countless ships coming and going."
With the support of the Qingdan Immortal Sect, the Yun family has been sitting comfortably here, collecting tolls from travelers and making a fortune!
A hint of longing flickered in Luo Shang's eyes.
"Feiyun City is developing rapidly, and in recent years it plans to open up some small satellite cities and is recruiting people extensively. If Brother Zhang goes there, there is a good chance that he will obtain the reclamation order. At that time, whether it is to open up a sect or to build a city, he will receive the support of the Yun family, which will make things twice as easy."
Zhang Ping nodded after listening.
However, no response was given.
Wilderness clearing is free, but outside some large cities, you must obtain a clearing order from the city lord to clear land; otherwise, it will be considered an invasion of territory.
While obtaining the land reclamation order would grant the support of the Yun family, ensuring ample resources and manpower, it would also make one a subordinate of the Yun family, subject to their every move.
Furthermore, one person cannot make decisions regarding the development of a sect or city.
This was clearly not what Zhang Ping wanted.
He has been in the Myriad Spirits Domain for almost a year now, and after cultivating his divine sense, he successfully cleared the demonic corpse power from his body.
Without any obstacles, his strength reached the Divine Integration level. However, Zhang Ping couldn't say exactly which level of Divine Integration he was at. The normal methods for testing the strength of martial artists didn't apply to him.
Zhang Ping initially came to Luhua City for two reasons: first, to recuperate from his injuries, and second, to integrate into this world.
Now that his injuries have healed, he has expanded his network through the spirit wine produced by the Pingfan Winery, maintaining regular contact with five or six caravans. His trade dealings are countless.
They have basically established a foothold.
Next, besides improving our strength, we also need to find Sister Rou and the others.
But the Luoxia Marshland is so vast that finding two or three people in this boundless marshland is extremely difficult.
However, Zhang Ping wasn't entirely without options.
The two are connected by the power of Yin-Yang Divine Union and Heavenly Capital Fate Crossing. As long as he can max out his proficiency with this beast pattern, he will be able to find the person through this connection.
Considering the unique nature of this animal pattern, Zhang Ping thought long and hard and realized that he couldn't possibly handle it one by one if he tried.
The term "Hehuan Sect" involuntarily popped into my mind...
"Furthermore, this place is different from the old one. Various forces are deeply entrenched and monopolize cultivation resources. It's too difficult to be a lone wolf again." Zhang Ping couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Building power, gathering resources, and improving one's cultivation are not mutually exclusive.