Although Little Xiu Peak was a small peak in Dragon Tail Mountain, it was no less than a small town. When Zhu Minglang entered Little Xiu Peak Town, he saw many women wearing silk and satin, elegantly and peacefully weaving something.
As expected, there were no men here.
Of course, because of the damage to their internal organs and bodies, there was basically no fertility here. It was not to say that all the believers were dedicated to Fu Chen God. Without Fu Chen God, they would be widows. But as a group of people who gave up their lives, they didn't care about anything other than their faith. Naturally, they were willing to give everything to their faith.
It was not an exaggeration to call this a female temple. They had already seen through the world of mortals and even gave up their lives. What else couldn't they hold onto?
God Empress Xuan Ren didn't expose Zhu Minglang's identity.
She only brought Zhu Minglang to stroll around Little Xiufeng Town. There were about two to three thousand women living here. There were very few old women, and most of them were in their prime. It was exactly the same as what Zhu Minglang had seen in his dream.
Zhu Minglang felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart, but there was also a very righteous voice in his heart that was restraining himself. Three thousand fallen into the water, three thousand fallen into the water …
Was this the benefit of a high risk god position?
It was too unbelievable.
And this was under the condition that Dragon Tail Mountain was in decline. There were already two to three thousand women for him to choose from. If this place was prosperous, wouldn't it be …
Zhu Minglang was now completely convinced by Saint Sovereign Zhi's prediction. This was not just a prosperous future, it was going to explode!
There were very few men in Little Xiu Peak Town, so Zhu Minglang's appearance attracted the curiosity of the women. They looked at the man brought here by the god empress and discussed softly.
"This is my friend, Zhu …"
"Zhu Qing Zhuo." Zhu Minglang added.
"Yes, Zhu Qing Zhuo. He is here to recover from his injuries and also to help us take back the cliff. Sisters, please treat him as a guest." God Empress Xuan Ren said.
Qin Xiang was among them as well. She lowered her head and didn't say a word, probably because she felt ashamed of fighting for his favor.
Judging from her appearance, she was very afraid of Xuan Feng, but she was a little unwilling in her heart. She wanted to take advantage of her closeness to God to climb up one more step.
Considering that there was a traitor among the Old Worshippers and that they had colluded with the outside world, Xuan Ke and Qin Xiang would not reveal Zhu Minglang's identity to any of the Zhong Ling maidens. They treated them as guests, and all the maidens maintained their manners. At the same time, they rarely disturbed them.
Zhu Minglang was recuperating in the Fragrant Town of Little Xiu Fengxiang. Even the most ordinary vegetarian food here contained the aura of Spirit Origin. Although it was not as powerful as the Spirit Rice in the Dragon Gate, it felt somewhat close.
If ordinary people ate this kind of food for three meals a day, it would be hard for them not to become immortals!
It seemed that Dragon Tail Mountain was indeed a special cliff with a higher cultivation civilization.
In such a place, Kang Yang's cultivation could advance further.
…
There were fewer birds and beasts here, and most of them were small spiritual beasts raised by humans. Zhu Minglang couldn't help but feel troubled. The Smelting Black Dragon and the Thunder God Purple Dragon were carnivorous creatures. He couldn't let them eat the rabbits raised by the Zhong Ling maidens. The rabbits were so plump … they were not enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
Bai Qi and the Yama Dragon's injuries hadn't completely healed. They couldn't recover just by eating the fixed amount of Colored Glass Fragments every day. They needed some divine items that contained large amounts of Spirit Origin.
As a dragon herder, Zhu Minglang didn't have much to take care of himself. His main concern was the baby dragons.
Fortunately, Dragon Tail Mountain was far more spacious than it looked. It also contained many unexpected Spirit Roots and divine seeds. Zhu Minglang had a rough idea of where the fertile land was and where he could go to pick them after wandering around for a few days.
This place, on the whole, was a peach garden.
There were peaches and fairies.
In fact, he might even be able to improve greatly here.
…
"Ying, are you sure it's inside?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Pop pop ~ ~ ~" The Fairy Drake was simply too good at searching for spiritual beasts. In just a few days, it had helped Zhu Minglang find some important places. Next, it was time to come up with a plan to plagiarize … No, the entire Dragon Tail Mountain belonged to it. How could it be plagiarizing? It was taking back what belonged to it!
"Can't you bring out the Mist Ginseng Fruits?" Zhu Minglang hid outside the garden and asked in a low voice.
The Fairy Drake shook its head, indicating that it couldn't bring out a single one.
"Go in and eat as much as you can. Then, you can give the Spirit Origin to the other brothers and sisters," Zhu Minglang said.
The Mist Ginseng Fruit Garden was a specialty of Dragon Tail Mountain.
Now that the fruit garden was occupied by the nomadic bandits of the Hidden Fog Sect, they didn't allow the original owner of Little Xiu Peak to come close. They had truly taken it for themselves!
The Fairy Drake snuck in and ate like a whirlwind. It looked like a blue piglet. Its belly was already round, but it still managed to eat a few more Mist Ginseng Fruits with its strong gluttony.
Zhu Minglang was worried that it would eat too much and not be able to escape through the gap in the garden, so he quickly called it back.
"There are footsteps, let's retreat!" Zhu Minglang's Divine Sense had already detected the people of the Hidden Fog Sect approaching. He immediately grabbed the round Fairy Drake and ran away.
Not long after, a few men and women with fluttering clothes appeared where Zhu Minglang was. They frowned as they inspected the outside of the garden. Soon, they found some claw marks.
"It's those Immortal Puppets again. If this continues, our many years of hard work will be ruined by them!" the tall man said angrily.
"Strange, the Immortal Puppets moved so quickly this time. We didn't even see their shadows."
"This won't do. No matter what, we have to ask the sect to send people to the Ancient Mountain to eliminate the Immortal Puppets' nest," the tall man said.
"The Ancient Mountain isn't a place you can just barge into. If you're not careful, you might get lost inside."
"If they don't want to go, I'll go!" the tall man said.
"Hu Hua, with your strength, you can naturally do it, but it's better to be careful."
"We must make those damned Immortal Puppets pay the price!" Hu Hua said.
… …
After stealing the Mist Ginseng Fruits in the morning, he went to the Misty Seaside to pick up Star Shells in the afternoon.
Dragon Tail Mountain was really full of treasures. Zhu Minglang finally understood why the people of the Hidden Fog Sect wanted to occupy this place. If they cultivated here for a few years, even a pig could become Marshal Xian Peng.
There was a sea near Dragon Tail Mountain.
Although this sea was the Sea of Nothingness, the seawater had been purified. It was as gentle as a spring, and there was a hint of holiness in the dark green color.
The waves crashed into the Forest Bay. The extremely clean sand was soft and soft. If one laid on it, they could sleep for a whole day. Occasionally, some star fragments would drift here, like those shiny little shells by the sea. The people here called them Star Shells, but outside, they were small pieces of colored glass worth tens of millions of gold. They were also the rations of Bai Qi and Yama Dragon.
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