Natural fairy species

Feiyue Lake has a third-tier high-grade spiritual vein, rich spiritual grass, and a hundred acres of third-tier spiritual fields, but the strength of the dragon hidden in the lake is unknown.

Qingniu Valley, the third-level low-grade spiritual vein, lacks resources, the strength of the demon king is controllable, and the risk of land reclamation war is low.

So far, the advantages and disadvantages of the two locations are very clear.

The former is radical, the latter conservative.

"What do you think, Junior Brother Bai?"

Gu Xisheng turned slightly sideways, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I have little experience, and I haven't even been to the depths of the Black Mountain... What's your opinion, just listen to the insights of a few senior brothers."

Bai Zichen shook his head.

In his opinion, since the two patriarchs did not directly designate the targets of the land reclamation war, it means that they both knew well that the third-tier demon kings of Feiyue Lake and Qingniu Valley were within the scope of their response.

After all, no matter how lively the previous fight was, when the final decision was made, it was still necessary for Master Jiedan to make a move.

Let the foundation-building monks deal with the third-tier demon king, that would be a life-threatening heap.

Even if he can win miserably, the third-rank demon king will leave as soon as he wants, and there is no way to keep the demon at all.

Thinking about it this way, of course I chose Feiyue Lake.

Moreover, Liang Yu, who proposed Feiyue Lake, showed kindness to himself before the foundation was established, and Pei Dongyong, who had an inseparable relationship with him, even gave him a spiritual weapon.

The elders of the Alchemy Hall and the Talisman Hall, Bai Zichen has not even recognized them all.

Really let him choose, needless to say.

"In my opinion, it's better to come from Feiyue Lake... Qingniu Valley is more than six thousand miles away from the Zongmen. To establish such a long logistics supply line, Shuwutang is under too much pressure."

Gu Xisheng expressed his point of view, but the reason for his choice was extremely unpopular, and none of the elders mentioned it.

"Eliminate the monsters all the way. After the army reaches Qingniu Valley, it doesn't mean that the original spiritual lands will be vacant, and other monsters will come to occupy them soon."

"The third-tier monster king, plus dozens of second-tier one-horned kui oxen, it is normal for the final battle to last for several months. With such a huge team of monks, the daily consumption of spiritual rice, talismans, elixirs, and damaged magic weapons , array flag maintenance, treatment of injured monks...unless I arrange a few Foundation Establishment monks for me, and bring a large number of storage bags for supply work, otherwise logistics will become a big problem."

Gu Xisheng's face was serious, obviously he had considered this matter long ago.

"In the previous land reclamation war, it was not far from the Zongmen's main mountain. This problem was not prominent. Compared with Qingniu Valley, Feiyue Lake is at least a thousand miles closer, which can greatly reduce the logistical pressure."

"Senior brother Gu, have you reported this to the head?"

Bai Zichen's eyes were wide open. The elder of the common affairs looked tactful, but he didn't expect to have extraordinary insight.

"I mentioned it earlier, the head only said to deploy more forces when the time comes, and set up a station protection logistics team along the way..."

Gu Xisheng sighed, the disciples of Shuwutang are definitely not weaker than others in terms of ability to handle things, but if they are stronger than strength, they can't do anything.

"Okay, since everyone has their own reasons, let's vote with all the elders."

Seeing the elders on both sides fighting each other, Wei Dao already smelled of gunpowder, and rang the jade pan again.

There are two lines of words 'Feiyue Lake' and 'Green Niu Valley' appearing on each elder's token, as long as you tap one of them, you have voted.

Bai Zichen glanced at Gu Xisheng next to him, and the other party pressed hard on the 'Feiyue Lake', and the other line of writing disappeared directly.

Lan Hong followed Gu Xisheng to choose, and also pressed towards 'Feiyue Lake'.

"This method of voting is still anonymous. I don't know if the leader can see the choice of each elder..."

Bai Zichen no longer hesitated, and pressed his index finger on the 'Feiyue Lake', making his choice.

In an instant, all the elders had voted.

Wei Dao glanced at the results, his face remained normal, and he said, "All the twenty-nine people present have voted, sixteen votes to thirteen votes, Feiyue Lake wins."

Not to mention that the elders of the Hall of Law Enforcement showed joy, the elders of the Hall of Alchemy and the Hall of Fu were indignant, and Wei Dao had written the result to the ancestor of the alchemy.

"Old Ancestor Yang's hand orders to reclaim Feiyue Lake, yes!"

After a stick of incense, a flying script talisman carried Old Ancestor Yang's handwritten letter to the Patriarch Hall, on which was left the opinion of Master Jiedan on the result of the elders' collegial meeting.

The result of the elders' collegial vote was out, the ancestor Jiedan nodded in approval, and the head of the guard immediately dispatched troops.

"Issuing a wasteland reclamation order to all monks in Heishan County. The target of this land reclamation war is Feiyue Lake... along the way there are seven second-tier spiritual lands and fourteen first-tier spiritual lands. The Qingfengmen will not take any money, and will give them according to their contribution after the war."

"For all the listed cultivating families, in the first stage, each family will send out twenty people, and each family of cultivating immortals will send out ten people. The team will be led by a monk who established the foundation. The more the better... Loose cultivators are welcome to sign up. As long as they make contributions, they will not hesitate to reward them."

"The Hall of Law Enforcement formed the first batch of land reclamation war teams, with a period of three months, training disciples to cooperate in battle..."

"The Shuwutang will make a list of the resources needed for the land reclamation war within three years, and at the same time prepare the first batch of materials thoroughly..."

"Alchemy Hall, Artifact Hall, Talisman Hall, stop all the tasks in hand, and arrange the refining tasks according to the list given by the general affairs hall..."

"Brothers, since the goal has been set, let's put aside our past suspicions and go forward hand in hand... Take Feiyue Lake and add another third-order spiritual vein to my Qingfengmen!"

All the elders bowed in unison.

After all the tasks were assigned, and the battle was approaching, these elders were in a hurry.

The head of the sect, Wei Dao, specially kept Bai Zichen and Lan Hong for a while, and comforted them to cultivate with peace of mind.

Because of the newly promoted foundation establishment, they will not be recruited in the early stage of the war, so that they have enough time to familiarize themselves with the strength of the foundation establishment period and prepare spiritual weapons.

"I will go out in three months, but the monsters ahead are easy to deal with, but there are too many annoying... According to the brother of the head, when it is my turn to send the mission, it will be a year later."

Just now in the ancestral hall, Wei Dao joked that he had planned to take Bai Zichen as his apprentice, but before he could think about it, the two became brothers and sisters of the same generation.

Bai Zichen could only keep talking and dare not.

When he entered the Qingfeng sect, one of Bai Zichen's goals was to become a direct disciple of the sect's head, Wei Dao, which aroused Mo Changfeng's jealousy.

Who would have thought that a few years later, Bai Zichen would become the elder of the foundation building, and Mo Changfeng would become a wisp of dead soul in the black mountains.

"Senior Brother Peng left in a hurry, and was going to urgently refine a batch of low-level one-time magical artifacts... There is nothing left and right, let's go back to the family first, it has been out for so many years."

Bai Zichen rode on the white cloud cape with colorful patterns, and after leaving the mountain gate, he flew to the place where he grew up when he was young.

In addition to visiting his relatives, he also had to communicate with the patriarch Bai Xianzhong about the land reclamation war.

"It's exactly the same as when I left..."

With the flying speed of the white cloud cape with colorful patterns, Bai Zichen sat on it and thought about his future training plan, and arrived at the destination in a blink of an eye.

When Han Xiufeng appeared in his line of sight, a trace of complicated emotions appeared inexplicably.

"Which seniors come to visit, please also drop down the magic weapon. After the name is passed on, the younger generation will pass it on to the clan."

The two monks of the Bai family who were on duty saw a flying spiritual weapon appear. Even if they couldn't tell the difference between the spiritual weapon and the magical weapon, they could infer that the coming person had a good cultivation level just by looking at the flying speed.

Hastily stepped forward and shouted loudly, and at the same time reported the news to the clan with a talisman.

"This senior is visiting the Bai family, which elder can I make an appointment with..."

In recent years, the number of monks who have moved into Montenegro has increased greatly, and casual cultivators often appear nearby, and some people even occupy several hilltops.

The Bai family can only ensure that the few hills around Hanxiu Peak will not be taken by people, and they will be unable to control it if it is further away.

One of the monks of the Bai family was still talking there by himself, but he was pulled by his sleeve by the tribe next to him, and he realized that something was wrong.

How could the young man who got off the flying spirit weapon be so similar to the legendary figure in his family.

"Brother Chen?"

The older monk of the Bai family asked tentatively, although there are pictures in the family, but the appearance has changed a lot in a few years.

Bai Zichen nodded slightly, these people still have some impressions, there are not many people in the Bai family.

Even when he was in the family, he couldn't practice all year round, and he seldom interacted with the clansmen.

"Oh my god, Brother Chen is really back... I should call you the Patriarch of Foundation Establishment..."

Several monks of the Bai family were in a hurry, overwhelmed with excitement, and hurriedly gave way to the road up the mountain.

Bai Zichen walked on this familiar mountain path, and even the scenery on both sides was similar to that of the past: "We are all clansmen, so there is no need to be so formal."

Having said that, how could the Bai family members take this seriously.

After the news of Bai Zichen's success in building the foundation came back to the Bai family, the first reaction of the clansmen was whether the news was wrong?

He obviously only went to Qingfengmen for a few years, how could it be so easy to build a foundation.

Every patriarch has gone through untold hardships to become the ancestor of the foundation, and then guard the family for hundreds of years.

The deterrent power of the foundation-building monks has been firmly engraved in the deepest part of every clansman's heart.

It wasn't until the patriarch Bai Xianzhong personally came out to confirm that the Bai family believed it.

The incidents of the unicorn of the Bai family were revealed one after another, and they were discussed frantically, and their status in the hearts of the younger generation even surpassed that of the patriarch.

"Brother Chen, why didn't you notify us when you came back, and you didn't even go out to greet us."

Bai Xianzhong led several elders of the Bai family to arrive together, and they met in the middle of the mountain.

"Why should the patriarch be so polite, he is also a member of the Bai clan, so just go home and have a look."

Bai Zichen looked at the people behind Bai Xianzhong. After several years, there were new faces among the elders of Bai's family.

Aunt Hong is obviously old, she was still considered a middle-aged beauty back then, but now she has a fat body and wrinkles appear on her face.

Besides the uncle Bai Jiu'an, there are two new faces in the elder team, who vaguely remember that they were members of the clan in the late stage of Qi refining.

"Are there any guests here?"

Bai Zichen saw that behind the members of the Bai family, there was a group of monks in completely different clothes.

"Liu An has met Fellow Daoist Bai... Fellow Daoist's talent from the sky, and his achievements in building a foundation at a young age, has been passed down as a good story in Montenegro."

The leading black-faced Foundation Establishment cultivator came up to greet him, with a respectful expression and demeanor.

"It's a family that has just moved to Montenegro. The Liu family is famous for its weapon refining. Brother Liu An is a second-level weapon refining master."

Bai Xianzhong explained on the side.

The newly moved Immortal Cultivation Family has a bad relationship with the original Shangwu Families, and interacts with the rest of the Immortal Cultivation Families on an equal footing.

Among them, the Liu family has more contacts with the Mo Zhubai family. Today, Liu An happened to bring a few younger disciples to Hanxiu Peak to exchange and study.

"It turned out to be Daoyou Liu, who has long admired his name."

Bai Zichen had indeed admired his great name for a long time. On the 100th birthday of the head of Wei Dao, he even got him a water purification bottle magic weapon as a meeting gift.