A month passed quickly.
A small valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.
Han Changming walked out of the basement with a big smile on his face.
This time, he refined a total of seventy-three Foundation Building Pills, including thirty-two mid-grade Foundation Building Pills. In the short term, the Han family will not need to worry about Foundation Building Pills. With seventy-three Foundation Building Pills, the Han family can cultivate more Foundation Building cultivators.
The key point now is that there are too few immortal cultivators in the Han family, and the Han family has been living off their past capital. The Han family is now in urgent need of spirit stones to purchase various immortal cultivation resources. The most abundant things in the outer sea are monsters, and the profit from hunting monsters is relatively high.
The outer sea is too vast, and there are many high-level monsters. It is impossible for Han Changming and Han Zhangxiang to leave Ziyue Island at the same time and send people to look for third-level monsters. If they send too few people, they may not be able to find third-level monsters. If they send too many people, if there are too many casualties, the development of the Han family will be frustrated. The best way is to let the third-level monsters come to them automatically and hunt them near Ziyue Island.
Han Changming remembered that Han Zhangxiang had a 600-year-old monster-luring grass that could lure third-level monsters.
He planned to hunt a few more third-level monsters with Han Zhangxiang in exchange for resources for cultivation and reduce the family's logistical pressure.
After leaving his residence, Han Changming did not see his wife and children. He jumped high into the sky and looked around.
Han Changxin was looking after the spiritual herbs in the spiritual herb garden, Ye Xin was setting up the formation, and the other tribesmen were nowhere to be seen, probably because they were practicing.
Han Changming leaped and flew towards the clan leader's residence. Not long after, he landed at the gate of a vast manor. As soon as he landed, the door of the manor opened and Han Zhangxiang walked out. He had a depressed look on his face and his hands were behind his back.
He consumed a large amount of materials and spent more than a month, intending to refine a flying magic weapon, but unfortunately failed. There was still one material left, so he did not dare to try it easily.
If he failed once, the scrapped materials would be worth tens of thousands of spirit stones. The Han family was short of money and could not afford his extravagant refining.
"Hey, Changming, I was just about to go find you!"
Han Zhangxiang was a little surprised when he saw Han Changming.
"Chief, what's wrong with you? You don't look very well."
Han Changming vaguely guessed something but did not say it explicitly. With the help of the Taiyi Hualing Gourd, he could refine low- and medium-grade elixirs with a high success rate. However, Han Zhangxiang did not have anything similar, so it was normal for him to fail in refining the weapon.
Most skills are acquired by using spirit stones. Killing people for treasures or hunting monsters requires one's life. If one is not careful, one will die.
"Nothing, I failed in refining the weapon. Oh, and how about you? How many foundation-building pills have you refined?"
Han Zhangxiang's eyes were full of anticipation. He had failed in refining the weapon, and if Han Changming could refine a few more foundation-building pills, he could reduce some of the losses.
"Sixty-three pills, twenty-two of which are mid-grade foundation-building pills. Unfortunately, there are no high-grade foundation-building pills."
Han Changming said with some regret that he withheld ten mid-grade foundation-building pills and planned to use the Taiyi Hualing Gourd to upgrade them to high-grade ones, which he could use as gifts or to exchange for things.
"Great, sixty-three foundation-building pills, we can train a few more foundation-building cultivators, but we are too short of manpower now, so let's put the foundation-building pills in the warehouse first!"
Han Zhangxiang was overjoyed. He naturally guessed that Han Changming had hidden some foundation-building pills. Everyone has selfish motives. After all, Han Changming has many descendants, so Han Zhangxiang can understand that.
Just then, Ye Xue flew over from a distance and landed in front of them with a serious expression.
"Patriarch, my husband, the people from the Righteous Alliance have transported the mortals here. Let us go and receive them."
Ye Xue said with a smile that the three small islands were currently empty. With more than 20,000 mortals, they could be settled on the islands to add some vitality.
Han Changming and Han Zhangxiang looked at each other and could see the joy in each other's eyes.
"Great, let's go and receive it."
Han Changming and Han Zhangxiang turned into two beams of light and flew away. Not long after, they flew out of Ziyue Island. A huge golden boat over a hundred feet long was floating in the sky. On the sails were embroidered three large silver characters "Righteous Way", which was particularly eye-catching.
A lifelike dragon is carved on the front of the giant boat, and a large number of mysterious runes are engraved on the body of the boat, emitting an astonishing spiritual fluctuation. This is a flying magic weapon.
Han Changming and Han Zhangxiang gasped at the same time, their faces full of envy. This flying magic weapon must be worth at least a million spirit stones!
An old man in a golden robe with a dove-like face and an eagle nose stood on the deck. The old man had an indifferent look on his face, and judging from his aura, he was obviously a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.
"I am Jin Tianxing. Who is Han Changming? I have been ordered to send more than 20,000 mortals to your Han family. I hope your Han family will treat these mortals well."
The old man in the golden robe looked at Han Changming and said in a deep voice.
"I am Han Changming. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Jin."
Han Changming clasped his hands and spoke politely.
Han Zhangxiang took out a yellow array plate and cast a spell. The yellow mist covering the Purple Moon Island rolled and shrank by one fifth, revealing a huge beach that could accommodate 20,000 people.
Jin Tianxing waved his sleeves, and dozens of foundation-building monks summoned flying magic weapons, carrying mortals and landing on the beach.
Less than half an hour later, more than 20,000 mortals landed on the beach. They looked terrified. Some were wearing silk and satin, and some were wearing tattered linen clothes.
Jin Tianxing shook his sleeves, and a thick blue account book flew out and went straight to Han Changming.
Han Changming reached out to take the blue account book and took a look. It was a roster of more than 20,000 mortals, recording their name, gender, age, skill, etc.
"This is their roster. They were attacked by monsters not long ago, and their relatives and friends died in the monsters' mouths. Fellow Daoist Han, I hope you can treat them well."
Jin Tianxing said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, Brother Jin, we will definitely take good care of them."
Han Zhangxiang agreed without hesitation, with a sincere tone.
"That's good. We have other things to do, so we'll take our leave first. By the way, things have been a bit unsettled lately, so be careful of that poisonous dragon. You'd better not run around everywhere, and go out in groups as much as possible. Three more fellow Taoists have been killed."
After Jin Tianxing finished speaking, the runes on the giant golden boat suddenly lit up and flew high into the sky.
In less than five breaths, the huge golden boat turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky, as if it had never appeared.
Han Zhangxiang looked at the more than 20,000 mortals below and said in a gentle voice: "My surname is Han. Don't worry, as long as you behave yourself, I will not harm you. I will give you a place to live and avoid being harassed by beasts."
"I, Qi Dazhi, will follow the orders of Master Han."
A fat, big-eared middle-aged man knelt down first and kowtowed three times.
More than 20,000 mortals knelt down in unison and said in unison: "We will obey the orders of Master Han."
For the mortals in the outer sea, immortal cultivators are their protectors. Without the protection of immortal cultivators, they are merely food for the monsters.