You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 875: New Situation in the Southeast Region

Zhong Baixuan walked out, his expression unclear and his voice a little hoarse: "Junior Brother Changqing is back, it's a rare occasion for us all to get together, it's a cause for celebration. I'm going to buy some wine. Although the people in the nearby cities and counties have already moved away, I know a winery that tastes good and has a habit of storing wine. Who knows if there will be any left. Junior Brother Changqing, don't sleep yet, let's have a drink first." He rushed towards the mountain gate like an arrow, looking quite anxious.

Yun Qinghan joked, "It's rare to see this guy being so diligent."

Little did they know that Zhong Baixuan was afraid. He didn't know when Changqing would fall asleep, and he didn't even know if he would have the chance to see Changqing again after this time, so he acted like this.

The moon was above the branches, and silver light spread across the earth, penetrated the bamboo forest, and fell on the five people who were chatting at the wine table. They talked about past experiences and interesting things in the past, especially when they heard about the interesting things that Changqing and Lingyu had done in the arena, and the many deeds that had caused trouble to the sect. The two little kids who were holding chopsticks beside them listened attentively and laughed from time to time.

The two little guys never thought that this resourceful senior brother actually had such an interesting side. He could be said to be a disaster, and the title of shame of Yu Ling was well deserved.

Beside Zhong Baixuan, there was no Changqing's figure, only a pendant soaked in wine. According to Zhong Baixuan, this was a daughter's red wine that he had treasured for ten years. He thought it was a waste for a Dharma body to drink it, so he soaked the pendant in the wine. As a result, he drank until midnight, and there was still half a glass of wine left, which made Zhong Baixuan and Yun Qinghan sneer at him: "Xiaocai likes to raise fish."

Only Changqing was left spitting bubbles in the wine glass. He felt looked down upon and had no way to explain himself. He drank all the wine in one breath, feeling very spicy.

At dawn, the two little guys woke up from their practice, their faces turned black, and there were piles of wine jars and four people buried in the wine jars. The difference was that there was a pendant soaked in half a glass of wine, spitting out bubbles crazily.

The four of them were drunk for a whole day. When they came to their senses, Changqing had already collapsed and fell asleep in his body.

The four of them were originally in a state of dejection and were preaching and teaching in the sect. In order to let the sect recover as soon as possible, they made it difficult for the disciples who were captured by the Luosu Sect. Not long after entering the sect, they were faced with a hellish life.

In a blink of an eye, the end of the year has passed and spring snow has begun to fall again, adding a long-lasting solemnity to the southern region, a land with little snow. Half a year has passed since the spiritual power and Dharma body fell into slumber.

The weather is freezing cold, but it cannot cover up the thriving vitality of this place. Blessings are frequent on the spot where the venerable fell. Spiritual herbs that were rarely seen in the past continue to struggle out of the thick snow to emit vitality. Suddenly, a tiger's roar comes with a strong demonic aura. There is also a lake that cannot be covered by heavy snow, but spiritual charm is condensed. From time to time, koi with a few strands of dragon energy jump out of the water, swallowing the moonlight. The blessed land thousands of miles away has been set up with a formation by Shangguan Qiuying early on. The rich spiritual energy rises, and spiritual rains are frequent. In a few years, many spiritual veins will emerge again, and I am afraid that the quality is not low.

Among them, the hundreds of third-grade factions that survived the human-demon war in the northern region benefited greatly. And the closest one, the Yuling Sect, reaped the greatest rewards.

In just half a year, the Yuling Sect had changed its appearance. The spiritual energy inside condensed into substance and turned into clouds. The grass, bamboo and stones in the mountains were washed by the spiritual rain and gained some intelligence. The order in the sect gradually returned to normal. The sect with thousands of disciples had breakthroughs every day. And not just one or two, but dozens of breakthroughs every day, which had already made the disciples numb.

After the baptism of battle, the eyes of these disciples are even more determined, and with their cultivation, their quality is completely comparable to that of the top second-grade sects.

Among the servants and registered disciples at the foot of the mountain, many newborns were miraculously endowed with spiritual roots, either due to increased spiritual energy, the influence of good fortune, or sudden changes. This probability was not small, and even the handsome uncle was delighted. He set conditions to encourage more children, and regardless of whether they had spiritual roots, all newborns were rewarded with a life-extending elixir. Tens of thousands of servants and disciples were in an uproar. They had never expected to see such generosity from the sect.

Uncle Shuai had no choice. There were less than 4,000 disciples in the sect, including the newly recruited ones. If they wanted to develop in the Central Region in the future, their foundation was too shallow, so they had no choice but to resort to this last resort.

This situation occurred in every force here, but since there was a fragrance, it would naturally attract many cats to steal food.

Such a commotion attracted the forces that had been coveting this place to scramble to seize it. They were a first-class force. Although they arrived at the end of the war, they were used to being arrogant. They thought they had the right to speak after participating in two days of painless battles. They used various means to intimidate these sects at will. The Yuling Sect also encountered threats from such forces that did not understand the situation.

This infuriated Bing Zun. He had finally managed to smooth things over with his disciples, only to be bullied. It was like lighting a light in the toilet—seeking death! A clone arrived, unsheathed the Ice Mace from the Yuling Sect, and struck the offending sect leader to death.

Those coveting forces finally withered and left in disgrace. If they couldn't succeed here within a thousand miles, there were still hundreds of forces to try. There would always be a spineless one that would suit them.

Unfortunately, this time they provoked a behemoth - the Yuhai League. Those first-class sects that had formed the Yuhai League early on would not watch the hard-earned benefits go to waste, and they became extremely united. Hundreds of powerful men were constantly wandering around the area like street urchins. When they saw injustice, they would take action together and beat those sects who wanted to take advantage of them into hiding.

Later, the little fat man stepped forward and distributed the uninhabited land south of the Yuling Sect to the many sects of the Yuhai League. The little fat man spent a lot of money and bought up all of these hundreds of sects' land in just a few months. He declared to the public: Not for sale! Only for rent!

This was the strategy formulated with Changqing before the destruction of Luosu Sect. Unexpectedly, the death of the Venerable made this piece of land even more sought-after. Although the price was also much higher, fortunately it went smoothly. The revenue in the next hundred years would probably far exceed the price. It's just sad that the treasures that the fat guy got from renting the address were all taken away by Shangguan Qiuying to buy wine. The fat guy was just a pure worker!

Another two years passed, and in the cold winter, Uncle Shuai received the jade slip. The Central Region Sect had already made arrangements, and the number of disciples in the sect had exceeded five thousand.

All the mortals have evacuated, and the extra disciples are basically attributed to the contributions of the menial disciples at the foot of the mountain. Investigation shows that these newborns are indeed affected by the welfare and have developed spiritual roots. The probability of this is close to 40%.

But no matter how much he was reluctant to leave this place, such a blessed place, the handsome uncle still had to go. He knew that all this was just a woven colorful bubble, which would eventually burst. In the end, the end point of everything would still be the Central Region, a place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery, and blessed by nature.

Looking out at the mountain, the handsome uncle was a little reluctant to leave. He had slept here for hundreds of years, and had lived here for hundreds of years. He was used to the scenery and seemed a little conservative. "I am only at the shortcut level, but I am already considered an old guy? ~"