Although things were not going well, Yang Jian did not retreat immediately. He knew that this was his fortuitous opportunity, so he could not let it go easily.
He turned around and cupped his hands at the crowd. Although he was a young man, he had some bearing.
Naturally, people mistook him as a disciple from a famous sect in the mystic realm, but they did not know why he was so down.
Down?
There were two signboards here, indicating that it was' employment '. In the eyes of others, Yang Jian, a young man with a good bearing, had actually fallen to the point of working for others. How was this not down?
Large sects hired itinerant cultivators to risk their lives for them, and they would pay them spirit pills and spirit stones after the job was done. This was also the main way for itinerant cultivators to obtain cultivation resources.
Yang Jian deliberately put on a confused expression and asked softly, "May I ask everyone, is there anything wrong?"
The itinerant cultivators behind him did not have any reservations. Seeing that Yang Jian had probably just started cultivating and could not even sense 'Qi' from his body, they advised him one after another.
Naturally, there were differences in the tasks hired by the sects. For example, the Purple Soul Valley was covered in miasma, and breathing in the miasma was life-threatening, but this danger could be avoided in advance.
However, the 'mystic realm exploration' was a real life and death ordeal. Those large sects did not hire itinerant cultivators with good intentions.
Most of them treated itinerant cultivators as cannon fodder, and after going there, they would most likely die if not die.
They risked their lives to obtain the fortuitous opportunity with great difficulty, but the immortal sect that organized the exploration this time would take it, and then give them some not very precious cultivation techniques and Dharmic arts …
At first glance, this seemed like a losing business, but after thinking about it carefully, it was just a business deal.
"I see." Yang Jian cupped his hands at the young and middle-aged Daoist priests who told him about this, and grinned, revealing his eerie white teeth. "Then, how is the reputation of the Shattering Heavens Immortal Sect? Has it ever killed people for their treasures? "
When he said this, the expressions of the surrounding itinerant cultivators changed, and none of them dared to answer casually.
The old man standing beside the signboard was also angered by Yang Jian's' honesty ', and he opened his eyes again.
"My Shattering Heavens Immortal Sect has always been open and aboveboard! Since this trip is hosted by our sect, the treasures obtained in the secret realm should be returned to our sect. Moreover, our sect will reward you with items that you need for cultivation. How is this unfair? "
"I see. Senior, please don't be angry." Yang Jian smiled and nodded. He had roughly understood this' trick '.
The Immortal Sects were after the real treasures in the mystic realm. Those treasures were mostly useless in the hands of the Itinerant Cultivators, so it was better to exchange them for some resources.
This was a business where one party was willing to take the hit and the other party was willing to take the hit. It wasn't exactly bullying the weak, but Yang Jian was going there for the treasure. Once he was there, he would have to use his brain to think of a way to escape and find his own fated chance.
Yang Jian sighed with emotion. "Life and death are up to the heavens, riches and honor are fought for by oneself!"
Then, he walked up to the old man, took the register, and wrote down his name with a stroke of his pen.
Yang Erlang.
Yang Jian did not want to use his real name, but he did not deceive others. He was the second eldest in his family, and he had the title of Perfected Lord Erlang in the Celestial Court in the future, so he could use this name.
He did not fill in the cultivation column. Instead, he threw the brush and walked away.
Fortunately, his master had made him learn calligraphy for a few years when he was on Jade Spring Mountain. Otherwise, he would really be a laughing stock if he held a brush and crawled.
Then, he walked into the town without looking back and went to the tavern by the street. He met the seven or eight Itinerant Cultivators who were already waiting inside, but he did not exchange pleasantries.
When Yang Jian sat down, another young scholar sighed and walked towards the signboard.
"Life and death are up to the heavens. I'll go and see if my life is tough!"
With that said, he jumped onto the stage and wrote down his name. Then, he turned around and waited in the tavern.
With Yang Jian's encouragement, two more people jumped out to participate. The number of Itinerant Cultivators in the tavern also exceeded ten.
The old man looked very satisfied and smiled while stroking his beard. This had already met his requirements for this trip. However, looking at the sky, he continued to wait there, wanting to recruit a few more scouts and laborers.
Yang Jian sat in the corner of the tavern. He did not look around, nor did he talk to anyone. He just sat there and rested with his eyes closed.
The middle-aged scholar who came later wanted to talk to Yang Jian and get to know him. However, he saw that Yang Jian was full of 'keeping people at arm's length'. Coincidentally, there was someone beside him who was also greeting him, so he walked over awkwardly.
In a daze, Yang Jian heard people talking about him.
"This young man doesn't agree either. It seems like he has no elders and came out to work for himself at such a young age."
"But he can't even feel 'qi' in his body. Isn't he just throwing his life away for nothing?"
"Speaking of which, where is the mystic realm that the Shattering Heavens Immortal Sect is going to this time?"
"I heard that it's a relic that was discovered not long ago. Maybe there's a longevity pill waiting for us there. Ascending to immortality in broad daylight is not a problem."
"Ascending to immortality in broad daylight? Dream on! "
Yang Jian did not continue listening to the whispers. He sat there and fell into deep thought.
Qi Gathering, Spirit Concentration, Tempered Soul, Unity. These were the four realms of Foundation Establishment. They were also the foundation of Primordial Spirit Daoist Techniques.
The people sitting here were mostly in the Qi Gathering and Spirit Concentration stages. The old man he saw earlier should be in one of the realms above Foundation Establishment but below Core Formation.
As for the evil woman Qing Lian who injured him that day, she should have already condensed a Golden Core. She could be considered a peak existence in this world.
Yang Jian's Eight Nine Arcane Art did not fall into these categories. Although his Arcane Art did not have a breakthrough in the past few months, Yang Jian had spent a lot of effort on fighting. His martial arts were improving day by day. If they really fought, he would not be afraid of the old man.
But he had already warned himself.
The first taboo was to be arrogant and domineering. The second taboo was to be rash. The third taboo was to put the cart before the horse. The fourth taboo was to be a mortal.
Putting the cart before the horse was referring to the skills and Xuan skills used in fights of magical powers. Naturally, cultivating Xuan skills was the main thing, and one could not neglect the essentials and pursue the trifles.
As for the Mortal Heart … it was probably because Yang Jian also felt that he was a man. This body of his had already matured, and there would always be times when his blood and Qi would surge and he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
However, he set up a restriction for himself. If he could not settle down in the Primordial World, he would never do anything like that, lest he delayed his cultivation.
Unfortunately, settling down was easier said than done.
Half a day later, near dusk.
The old man put away the plaque and entered the tavern. He cupped his hands towards the seventeen people inside and said in a warm voice, "Fellow Daoists, we're leaving today. Is there anything else that needs to be prepared?"
One of the rogue cultivators recognized the old man and shouted, "Elder Murong! How long are we going to be there this time? "
"At least three to five days, at most a month," Murong Yan said with a chuckle. "This time, our sect's three elders and twelve disciples who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage will hold the line for you. Everyone, you can rest assured about your safety."
Rest assured?
The group of people present sneered in their hearts. The Heaven Shattering Immortal Sect is going to train their disciples. Let us teach those disciples a lesson!
What lesson?
Let those disciples understand what it meant to be "cold" and "difficult to cultivate". If they did not have the protection of the sect, they would be in danger of dying at any moment!
"In that case, everyone, follow me."
The old man walked out of the door and took out a palm-sized shuttle from his bosom. He circulated his spiritual power and chanted an incantation. After a while, the shuttle slowly grew bigger and turned into a ten-feet-long wooden boat.
The seventeen people boarded the wooden boat one by one. The old man controlled the wooden boat and floated up. Then, he shouted, and the wooden boat soared into the sky with a whoosh. Its speed was not slow either.
Yang Jian was originally quite curious about this Dharma artifact that could fly and carry people. However, he saw that the surrounding rogue cultivators were sitting cross-legged in meditation as if they were facing a great enemy. They could not wait to increase their cultivation.
Scratching his head, Yang Jian also found a corner to sit cross-legged and meditate. He silently circulated the Eight Nine Arcane Art and comprehended the principles of the art.
If he did not gain anything from this trip and could not advance the first layer of the Eight Nine Arcane Art, he could only cultivate the second layer.
However, was the foundation really done?
Since this concerned his life's achievements, Yang Jian naturally did not dare to slack off. Unknowingly, he entered a shallow state of meditation. Four hours later, the wooden boat shook gently. Yang Jian looked outside and saw the two mountains facing each other. They had arrived at the entrance to the secret realm.
"Those three moves are useless to me. They've only caused trouble for me."
Yang Jian closed his eyes again and muttered two names in his heart. His heart was filled with fighting spirit.
The Heaven Quelling Sword, Green Ripple.
Elder Murong, who was driving the boat, smiled and said, "We'll wait here. The others will arrive shortly."
Obviously, for this experiential training, the three elders had split up to recruit rogue cultivators. The cannon fodder was not only Yang Jian and the rest of the seventeen people.
After another hour, two flying wooden boats of similar size landed. Three boats merged into one boat. The three white-haired elders took turns to steer the boat. This was to prevent them from running into danger on the way and not having the strength to deal with it due to the exhaustion of the journey.
The number of rogue cultivators on the boat had reached more than forty people. Suddenly, it seemed a little crowded. There were also twelve arrogant young disciples dressed in embroidered clothes in the boat's cabin.
Some elders went to the entrance of the secret realm to hand over some spirit stones and explained the reason for leaving the secret realm. Naturally, no one would make things difficult for them.
These sects called 'Heaven' were generally not small in scale. If the Heavenly Axiom of this place was still intact, it would be easy for them to be annihilated. They would not be able to survive for long.
After a while, the entrance of the secret realm opened wide. The wooden boat sailed across. The people who were meditating and cultivating on the boat opened their eyes at the same time.
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