The Rusong Taoist School was located on the ridge of the spear. It had its own gate and courtyard and was very imposing. As an educator, one had to put on airs. If one built a shabby house with broken tiles, people would doubt one's strength and would not send their children here.
It was already past the time for evening classes. Now, the Daoist children were free to do whatever they wanted. Those who were more diligent were studying, while those who were lazy had already fallen asleep. Of course, children at this age were the most sleepy, so there were more people in their dreams.
Cultivators had their own safety zone. The higher the cultivation level, the bigger the safety zone. Therefore, it was impossible to see two Upper Cultivators with their arms around each other's shoulders. This was against the basic knowledge of cultivation.
Of course, Foundation Establishment cultivators also had their own safety distance. In open areas, they would be further away, and in busy cities, they would be closer. Basically, the distance was determined by the attack range of cultivators of the same level. For example, for ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, several thousand feet was the limit of their flying swords. Therefore, if they were strangers to each other, they would have to maintain this distance. This was the most basic etiquette of cultivators, and also the most basic precaution.
This distance would be greatly reduced in places where mortals gathered, because you could not only consider your own safety zone. Everyone had the right to move freely. Since you were in a busy city, you had to agree to this change.
In a busy city, the fluctuation of strange spiritual vigor should not be closer than hundreds of feet, depending on the situation.
Taoist Nan was in the Rusong Taoist School, and hundreds of feet was his limit. This also meant that if Lou Xiaoyi wanted to talk to him, there would be a difference between a civil conversation and a martial one …
In the Rusong Taoist School, Taoist Nan was in a quiet room, but he was not meditating.
In front of him were some spirit stones and tools, which were obtained from this trip of transporting Taoist children. He was already one hundred and seventy years old. For a Foundation Establishment cultivator at this age, this was a very important juncture.
Once a cultivator was over two hundred years old, their body functions would begin to decline, and it was basically impossible for them to form their Gold Essence. Therefore, before they were two hundred years old was their last chance. If they were slightly ahead of time, he was basically at the end of his life now.
It was precisely because of this kind of pressure that in recent years, his mentality of earning resources had become more urgent. Originally, he had been well-behaved, but now, he had begun to act out of line. It was all because he was forced to. He couldn't just walk step by step towards death, right?
There were many resources needed to form one's Gold Core, such as great medicines, tools, and some special supplements. They were all very valuable and sought-after goods. The group of cultivators with the highest number of Fifth Ring cultivators were at the Foundation Establishment realm. After a hundred years of accumulation, they had all accumulated some wealth. Therefore, the amount of resources needed to form one's Gold Core had increased exponentially. Over the past ten thousand years, the amount of resources needed to form one's Gold Core had never decreased. Instead, it had steadily increased every year, causing people to panic.
He could be considered to have a fixed income. He had obtained a certain amount of wealth from the Daoist children of Xuanyuan Sword School and the surrounding sects, large and small. He didn't need to do the hard work of crossing the Wolf Ridge. Over the past several decades, he had accumulated about seventy to eighty percent of what he needed to form his Gold Core. In a few more years, he would be ready. At that time, it would be time to decide his future!
However, it was also because of this that he was very biased in his cultivation. Basically, he focused on the cultivation method as his main cultivation direction. As for other aspects, such as fighting, he rarely dabbled in them because he didn't have the time!
Not everyone could open a Taoist school, and not everyone could establish a relationship with the Xuanyuan Sword School. At the very least, you had to have an advantage — a higher success rate than other schools!
Only with a higher success rate could parents send their children to the school. Only then could there be more students. Only then could more Daoist children be cultivated. Only then could the school be recognized by the Taoist Palace of the major sects. Only then could the school be rewarded handsomely based on the number of Daoist children sent to the school. This was a virtuous cycle, and also the key to his accumulation of Spirit Stones.
In Mao Jian Town, he had a higher success rate than other Taoist schools. This wasn't luck, but it required a lot of time and effort. He needed to understand each child's aptitude, mentality, temperament, and so on. Then, according to each child's difference, he could formulate a different Qi sensing and channeling plan. Without effort, how could there be gains?
His talent in fighting was limited, but he had a lot of experience in helping others to sense Qi. It was also like a chicken peeing, everyone had their own way.
This was the sorrow of a Rogue Cultivator. He was already too old when he built his foundation, and wasn't accepted by the major sects. Otherwise, his current situation would undoubtedly be much better.
Quietly looking at the Spirit Stones on the table in front of him, he constantly pondered in his heart how much he still lacked, which market to buy from in order to save a few precious Spirit Stones, and how many Daoist children he still needed to send to make up for this last hole …
Also, all these years, would he attract the attention of the Xuanyuan Sect? Slowly, the pile of Spirit Stones in front of him seemed to turn into a flying sword, showing off its sharpness and threatening coldness …
This wasn't right! A Foundation Establishment Cultivator shouldn't have this kind of hallucination occasionally in his reverie. Someone was taking advantage of his mental state when he was unprepared, and was invading his mind!
His mana surged, and his spirit shook. In an instant, he woke up from his absent-mindedness. How could he make another move in time?
A flying sword was quietly fixed in front of his chest, the tip of the sword faintly touching his robes. A sharp aura faintly seeped out, and he could clearly feel it on his skin. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart.
He couldn't move, so he could only open his mouth. "Fellow Daoist Yan, why are you doing this? Which rule of Xuanyuan have I broken? "
A figure floated in from outside, but it didn't have the slightest bit of the sharp aura of a Swordsman who wielded a sword. Instead, it was very natural and unrestrained, without a trace of anger. If it wasn't for the flying sword against his chest, the Southern Daoist would have thought that it was a famous Dharma Cultivator.
Gradually, the figure became clear. It was indeed the new Xuanyuan Guard who kept a low profile! What he didn't expect was that this Swordsman who looked so young, and in fact was very young, would make a move. He, an old Foundation Establishment Cultivator who was almost two hundred years old, couldn't even struggle in his hands.
For a moment, all his thoughts were put to rest!
"I came here to investigate the disappearance of Senior Brother Guang Gu, and also to investigate the recent illegal transportation of Dao children in Mao Zian Town. Therefore, I have some questions to ask Fellow Daoist Nan. I have no other choice, so please don't blame me for being rude!"
The Southern Daoist was just about to cry out for injustice, but who knew that the flying sword would gently push forward, as if it would pierce through his body in the next moment. He quickly shut his mouth.
"It's not a big matter, it happens in the Western Regions every day! But to me, if I don't handle it well, it will affect the sect's evaluation. Therefore, it's a big matter to me! "
Lou Xiaoyi didn't have the slightest hesitation in using Xuanyuan as a banner.
"The simplest and most convenient way is to find a scapegoat! You Southern Daoist Nan are unruly and have no background. In my eyes, you're the best scapegoat. As for the truth, who cares? "
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