There is no time limit for cultivation.
Two years later.
A group of people wearing armor, carrying muskets on their backs and weapons on their waists walked across the mountain path and headed towards a village with a large amount of farmland ahead.
"Captain, after we buy the food this time, we can have a holiday."
A teenager in the team, who was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, said with some anticipation: "I heard there is a Yuelai Tower in the city, and the folk art there is very good."
"Hahaha, you want to go? You're not even old enough." A middle-aged man touched the boy's head and laughed, "My son is only two years younger than you."
The young man slapped the middle-aged man's hand away and said unconvincedly: "I am a member of the Hundred Guards. It has nothing to do with whether I can reach the age of adulthood or not. Your son is not one of them."
"My son will be a little older. He will inherit his father's business. The same will be true for you when you get married. You can save some of your salary and save it for your wedding."
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "I heard that many people have come to your house, including some from wealthy families. You don't want those delicate women, but insist on listening to music."
The young man said disdainfully: "What do you know? Listening to music is freedom. I spend money to listen to music. No one owes anyone anything. As for getting married..."
He said with a bit of yearning, "I will consider this when I join the Golden Immortal Imperial Army."
The middle-aged man laughed: "Then you have to work hard. Think about me, you are on the same team, I have fought more than ten battles, followed the immortal to kill bandits and eliminate evil ways, and you haven't even entered the Imperial Army yet."
"You are old and have no courage, but I can do it!"
The young man tightened the musket on his back, full of confidence: "If I encounter the evildoer, I will take his head in exchange for a position in the Imperial Guard, so that I can better serve the Golden Immortal Sect!"
"Alright, alright, let's harvest the crops first. During the first and second harvest seasons, we are the busiest when we are stuck in the middle."
The captain waved his hand and said, "The guard posts in the city are easy to deal with. They just need to patrol every day. The imperial guards above are not easily dispatched. We have to do everything. After we finish our work, we can rest for a few days. Boy, I will take you to Yuelai Tower to listen to music!"
The young man said in disbelief: "Captain, don't lie to me. You said the same thing during the autumn harvest last year. Now it's the summer harvest, and you still say the same thing."
"Forehead"
The team was scratching their heads and looking at the others, "Do I have it?"
"Captain, you've said this many times, but you've never fulfilled your promise." Someone couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, Captain, a real man should speak with every word he spitted out. You talk like a woman."
Everyone in the team laughed.
The captain blushed, "I will do it this time, I will do it this time! Okay, let's go quickly, don't delay."
"Team is right, something is not right"
Suddenly, one of the team members frowned and said, "No one is harvesting this farmland."
In the past, when they came here, the nearby farmlands had already been harvested and replanted, and they would buy the extra grain at a fair price and send it to the city.
But this time it was different. The plants in the farmland were still growing tall, swaying in the wind like golden waves. It seemed that the harvest was very good.
But why is no one harvesting
"Maybe we're here too early. It's noon now, and people may be eating. After they finish eating, they will prepare for harvesting."
The captain was laughing, but he drew his sword and his eyes were a little alert.
The rest of the people also took the muskets on their backs in their hands, bent their bodies slightly, divided into three teams of three, formed a formation, and entered the village in a triangle.
It was clearly noon, but there was no smoke from cooking in the village, and no sound could be heard, as if there was no one there.
…
A streak of blood quickly flew from the sky, landed on the street, and turned into a handsome young man.
There are residential houses on both sides of this street. When people saw this man, their faces lit up with joy and they came out to greet him.
"Second Immortal!"
"Hello, Second Immortal, would you like to have a bowl of water? My water is very sweet."
"Tsk, your water is the only one that's sweet? Isn't it all thanks to the Immortal? Immortal, my food is fresh. This is the reward for my good work. Come and have a taste."
Around here, there are residential houses interspersed, as well as shops, stalls, coachmen and horses, making it very bustling.
Outside the residential areas, you can also see a large area of farmland, with plants of various colors dancing in the wind, which is very beautiful.
Who would have thought that two years ago, this place was still a wasteland.
Since the arrival of nearly one million refugees two years ago, they have been engaged in large-scale construction, exchanging labor for wages. In two years, several outer cities have been built outside the city, with buildings in the east, south, west and north, causing the original Hundred Guard City to become an inner city.
When there are more people, it will naturally become prosperous.
If it were normal times, Zhang Feixuan would definitely smile and nod to everyone as much as possible.
He really liked this feeling. He was a handsome man and was the most popular man in the city. There was no other way, being handsome was also an advantage.
But now, he just walked quickly through the street. Zhang Feixuan quickly reached the mountain gate, and under the salute of the imperial guards, he quickly went up the mountain.
The outer gate square, as the residence of the outer gate disciples, has not seen a change in the number of people. Among the nearly one million refugees, the number of perfect people was originally scarce, unlike the hundred defenders of the city, which originally had a large number of perfect people. Almost all the refugees who came were absorbed by the Soundless Gate.
However, none of these rare perfect people passed the Golden Immortal Gate assessment and had to continue to be mortals.
Zhang Feixuan felt that they were either not as sincere as Xu Chengzhu, or not as wicked as Xiahou Chi and the others.
Otherwise, why couldn’t you enter the Golden Immortal Gate
"Second Brother."
"Second Brother, how are you?"
There were still some people gathered in the square. When they saw Zhang Feixuan coming, a look of awe appeared in their eyes and they bowed.
"Um."
He nodded, ignored it and continued walking up.
Ever since the eldest senior brother decided to practice in the mountains, even the outer disciples were called back and practiced hard every day in the outer gate square.
As for food, there were naturally people who provided it, and it felt like I was back in the Xumi Meridian.
The results are naturally gratifying. Under Song Yin's supervision, no one dared to slack off. In addition to refining Qi every day, they also followed Song Yin's instructions to improve their combat effectiveness.
Now, the outer disciples are at least at the third level.
boom!
Suddenly, there was a loud bang in a residence, and a dusty outer sect disciple rushed out of the door, holding a hoe in his hand, and shouted:
"I did it! I did it!"
As soon as these words were spoken, people in the square gathered around immediately.
"What did you refine?" asked a disciple.
"This is a sharp weapon!"
The man raised his head and said, "This hoe can split mountains and rocks, and it is light as air. It is not afraid of any hard objects when used to plow the land. It can dig very deep without any effort."
"Sure, this can be exchanged for a lot of money!" said a disciple enviously.
Seeing this, Zhang Feixuan shook his head and smiled, then went up the stairs.
Outer disciples are now also responsible for refining pills. Although they are not at the fifth level, they are still capable of refining pills.
Moreover, what they are refining now is not ordinary fire, but the first-level "fire-starting technique". This fire is still ordinary fire, not elixir fire, but it is somewhat effective compared to ordinary fire.
This spell was not created by his senior brother, but by Zhang Feixuan.
The things these people refine are very diverse.
The number of mortals under the protection of their Golden Immortal Sect has now reached more than 1.5 million, and is still increasing year by year.
In addition to refining elixirs that can alleviate mortal illnesses and disabilities, outer disciples are also responsible for making elixirs that increase fertility and strength so that the army can increase its strength. They even have to refine weapons.
In the words of my senior brother, herbs can be used to make elixirs, and so can gold and stone. Elixirs made from herbs are for internal use, while elixirs made from gold and stone are for external use. Members of the Golden Immortal Sect must give full play to their subjective initiative, create their own recipes for elixirs and instruments, and thus walk their own path.
As soon as these words were spoken, all kinds of strange "pill recipes" naturally came into being, and the tools that were of no use to them after they were refined were also handed over to mortals.
There are indestructible and lightweight plows, hoes that can even crush stones, and some people have even made iron cans that are rust-proof and can keep food fresh.
Even elixirs that can increase the fertility of the land, turning one harvest a year into two, or two harvests a year into three, can be refined.
These things were passed down and were praised by many mortals, some of whom even paid high prices for them.
They, the members of the Golden Immortal Sect, also need money. Although they also receive salaries, who would complain about having too much money? Things are different now than before. In the past, everything was in ruins and most of the time it was the eldest brother who took care of the project and bought all kinds of houses and appliances.
It’s not like that now. Everything is on track and the eldest senior brother doesn’t take any action.
Besides, although the thing made by the eldest brother is durable, it is not exquisite. They are also human beings and have needs.
Like that hoe, in exchange for some money to buy some things you like, this eldest brother is not responsible for doing that.
Zhang Feixuan went up to the inner gate square. This place was not as lively as the outer gate, but the residences there were more exquisite and each one was different. It was obvious that they had obtained a lot of good things from the human world.
And in that residence, green smoke was coming out from everywhere. It seemed that someone was not cooking but refining medicine.
Now, all the inner disciples have reached the fifth level, and some have even reached the sixth level.
If the outer disciples are responsible for alleviating the symptoms of mortals, then the inner disciples are responsible for refining pills to cure mortals.
There are more than one million people here, all of whom have been absorbed by various sects. If they need to be cured by alchemy, how could they be made? Otherwise, the outer disciples would not be responsible for refining the elixir to relieve the symptoms.
The elixirs to cure mortals are naturally not all made by the senior brothers alone. The eldest senior brother doesn't have so much time, he also needs to practice.
The eldest senior brother only got the household registration at that time, and found out which sect these people had been absorbed by. He prescribed the right remedy, created a pill formula, refined one furnace first, and then gave the rest of the formula to his junior brothers.
There are three grades of elixirs, and naturally, the elixirs refined by the junior brothers are not as effective as Song Yin's.
And Su Yougen solved this problem for him.
Not all the people living down the mountain have to work for the Golden Immortal Sect. Some of them just live in this place without causing trouble and act like ordinary people.
Su Yougen originally thought that since he had saved the mortal, the mortal belonged to the Golden Immortal Sect, and naturally he had to be loyal to the Golden Immortal Sect and give his life for the Golden Immortal Sect.
But things went against our wishes. There were so many mortals, how could they ask the Golden Immortal Sect to sacrifice their lives? There were also many people who just wanted to live a stable life. They could pay taxes and be good citizens, but they had to sacrifice their lives.
Who doesn’t want to live
Song Yin didn't care. His goal was just to let ordinary people live a good and stable life. He didn't ask them to do anything or cause any trouble.
It's not like they don't do anything.
Since the master had spoken, Su Yougen naturally wouldn't say anything, but he didn't treat everyone indiscriminately either.
The majority of the pills refined were of inferior quality. These pills could only relieve pain and had no other magical properties. They were given to those who wanted stability or were not loyal to the Golden Immortal Sect to ensure that they would no longer suffer from the side effects of being absorbed.
Among these people, those who are strong and somewhat loyal can join the garrisons, patrol public security, and be responsible for mundane affairs.
The refined middle-grade pills have fewer ingredients and a very low success rate, but they have some magical powers. Su Yougen left these to those who are willing to be loyal to the Golden Immortal Sect.
These people basically occupy important positions or have joined the Hundred Guards Army as an armed force to protect the peace of this area. They have a role to play in clearing out bandits and dealing with evil forces.
These people should not be underestimated. Ever since Yao Ningqing took office as the chief clerk, the method of using fire guns has been very good and has been improved a lot. If these fire guns are used in large numbers and fight each other, even a third-level Qi-refining practitioner can be killed on the spot.
As the number of people increased, the power also grew stronger, and there was no need for them, the Golden Immortal Sect members, to ensure peace in the area.
The top-grade pill
The great immortals of the Golden Immortal Sect cannot produce top-grade pills, so only the great master can refine them.
The pill production rate is naturally extremely high. Every furnace can produce pills, and they are all top-grade pills. These pills are the most precious.
The elixir refined by my senior brother can not only cure people, but also make people become supernatural.
He has great strength, is not easily deceived, and is tough and resistant to hunger. Although he is a mortal, he is the elite among mortals.
Su Yougen takes this very seriously. The person he chooses must be like them, willing to sacrifice his life for the Golden Immortal Sect and willing to give everything for the master!
The people selected are either the heads of each department or people in the imperial guards.
In the Golden Immortal Sect, the Imperial Guards are the most powerful among mortals.
As he went up, the strong wind on the heavenly steps became stronger and stronger, but at this moment it could not shake Zhang Feixuan's body at all. Until he reached the top, Zhang Feixuan saw a large hall in front of him.
At the door of the hall, an old man stood with his hands behind his back, smiling, and the other hand stretched out, ready to greet him.
"only"
Zhang Feixuan completely ignored him and walked straight to a palace on the side, leaving Jin Guang with a stiff face.
This Zhenchuan Square is now divided. It is no longer one palace, but several.
Ever since the master came back to life, it was unexpected that they all didn't want to be with the master, so they split up into several groups, each in his own place.
And the eldest brother is located diagonally above.
Zhang Feixuan arrived at the door of the side hall, straightened his clothes, and was about to push the door open.
Suddenly, a figure quickly appeared and glanced at him, "What?"
"See the eldest brother, fourth brother, what are you doing?" Zhang Feixuan looked at Gao Sishu.
Gao Sishu shook his head: "Brother is about to complete his meditation and is in seclusion. You cannot go in."
The eldest senior brother has been in seclusion for half a year. Since everything was back on track and he was no longer needed, he entered this hall and has never come out.
Boom!
Just as Gao Sishu finished speaking, there was a loud noise and the whole square shook.
"Enter."
In the dark, the voice of the eldest brother was heard in the hall, and the tightly closed door was automatically pushed open without wind.
Zhang Feixuan and Gao Sishu straightened their expressions and stepped in. They saw a man in a cloak standing in the hall with his back to them.
"Greetings, senior brother. Congratulations on completing your meditation and entering the ninth level. You are only one step away from becoming a land immortal!" Zhang Feixuan bowed.
The person with his back to her nodded slightly and sighed, "It took me half a year to complete the meditation. I have achieved the unity of body and soul. I will tell you the key points later."
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Zhang Feixuan pursed his lips and said, "Something happened."