The many coveted paradise of Jie Sect are all located in the East Sea, which were all taken from the Long Clan, the Dragon Clan, and the Dragon Clan. The Lord definitely can hold it down. As Jie Sect declines, the Dragon Clan also declines. However, many times, it is not afraid of thieves stealing but afraid that thieves will covet it.
Now, most of the immortals who want to practice quietly belong to Jie Sect. They do not want to cause trouble.
We are not short of spiritual materials, so why would we want to travel far from our own Jintao Island and Penglai Island to practice in some paradise of seclusion and happiness?
These places have become redundant.
If left in the hands of Jie Sect, the value of these holy lands is one, as the holy lands are already there and cannot be moved. If one day the Dragon Clan becomes impassioned and comes to dispute over them, Jie Sect will still have to send disciples to defend them. What if some were killed in the process?
In Deng ChanYu's hands, the value is ten. Her mastery of spatial arts allows her to move the holy lands, whether to merge them with the Omei Mountain's own [Supernatural Hollow], or to place them elsewhere, it's all up to her.
Deng ChanYu never expected JingLing Saint-Mother to use the tactic of selling the land.
She still has some interest.
She definitely isn't afraid of the Dragon Clan. If she doesn't go to the Ancestral Dragon Hall, let the Dragon Clan secretly light incense secretly.
You dare come to my place and cause trouble, I dare bury you here as fertilizer! One for one! Ancestral Dragon? She doesn't fear it even when it restores to its zenith.
She went through the three sacred places and two paradises with a casual attitude.
Seeing the countless spiritual fields being left half-abandoned like that, with nothing growing in the soil, she couldn't help but feel a strong desire to farm. Her innate farming gene was fully awakened.
Returning to the Taiyuan Cave, she tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, constantly mulling over what kind of spiritual materials to cultivate. So irritated that the Ji seductress directly went to the study for a sleep.
Early the next morning, Deng ChanYu arrived at the [Rong Cheng Da Yu Tian] with her daughter, disciples, maids, a few beasts that ate iron for free, and some dreamy mongs.
As if possessed by ShenNong, she wandered among numerous spiritual fields and locations.
"Write it down. The place is rich in Yang Qi, unsuitable for cultivating Yin attribute spiritual plants. Just plant some Yuling Fruit instead."
"This river is quite interesting, winding and curving, naturally formed by the Creator, marvelous, marvelous! This is a great place for planting the Five-Color Divine Flower. The dark sand in the river can also be extracted and taken back to be refined into a defensive treasure."
"Ha ha ha--- Some Dragon Whisker Grass can be planted here. And look, there's even natural gold dew? I've hit the jackpot!"
"Families! Your blessings are here! Let's get to work! We are going to fully cultivate this holy land today. No one is allowed to eat until the job is done!"
She waved her hand, and the Five-Color Divine Bull obediently put on the plowshare by itself. The Bear was very humanistic and sighed, imitating others, and went to another piece of spiritual land to farm. Whereazhu had a wooden expression, carrying a hoe, he was barefoot as usual, and now he didn't have to take off his shoes when working in the spiritual land. Xiao Qingluan and others also held various tools, moving smoothly, and began to sort out the land according to Deng ChanYu's allocation.
Little Five was responsible for logistics, bringing back some spiritual sand and water that were harmful to the land but could be used to refine treasures to Mount Emei, and then taking some spiritual seeds from Mount Emei and planting them in the world of holy lands.
Deng ChanYu was in charge of directing, watching the barren land being planted with a large amount of spiritual materials. Thinking about the abundant harvest next year, she couldn't help but break into a contented smile.
BiXiao arrived at the northern ice plains, where the number of demons was extremely small. The climate was too cold, causing sparse qi. Unless it was a special ancient world creature, cultivating in such a place would be twice as much work for half as much return.
BiXiao is like a child who never grows up in front of YunXiao, but in the outside world, she is definitely a figure of a fairy.
She has some experience traveling in the Primordial World.
Recovering the Murdersword, which was knocked away, was a task so simple that it couldn't get any simpler for her.
BiXiao spent seven days before finally pinpointing the landing spot of the Murdersword amidst the vast ice plains. She formed a water-proof spell and then leaped into the eternal ice lake.
"Damn it! Why are you hovering around my cave, are you here to steal things? Be careful, my majesty will take your heart and liver as a snack! Quickly retreat!" A young man stepped onto the water, addressing BiXiao loudly.
The young man's face was pale, his eyes full of exhaustion, and he appeared to be recovering from severe injuries.
If this happened in a different location, someone who dared speak to BiXiao like that would be in for a rough time. Golden Dragon Clips would be the norm, both from the front and the back, until they were left with less than twenty pieces. This was considered good behavior on BiXiao's part.
For now, she's still reasonable. The Murdersword is not only a treasure of a sage but also related to the fortune of Jie Sect, and it's of utmost importance. Finding the Murdersword is the top priority right now, and other matters can be dealt with later.
She could tell at a glance that the young man was from the demon race, but she couldn't determine his specific origins.
She wasn't surprised. The types of demons were simply too numerous, and they often couldn't even tell the difference among themselves. BiXiao not knowing was normal.
She asked back, "I'm asking you, seven days ago, there was a green light that fell from the sky. Do you know where that light landed? Tell me, and the fairy will reward you generously."
A trace of excitement appeared on the young man's face, but it was so faint that it was almost imperceptible. After a while, he put on the arrogant expression again.
"Rewarding you handsomely? I see you as a thief, definitely intending to plot against the king's treasure! Where do you think you're going!"
BiXiao was somewhat anxious. The Murdersword had been picked up by an unknown demon race. If its malevolent nature took hold, all the demons in this cold spring would become enemies. Relying on the reputation of Li Mountain Mother wouldn't be enough to intimidate a group of demons possessed by the sword's malice. It seemed that in the end, a great massacre would have to take place.
She asked, "Where is your demon king? Quickly bring me to see him. It's too late otherwise."
"The demon king is in the Big Black Pavilion! Hurry and take me there! Or it will be too late!" the young man shouted.
"After watching Deng ChanYu and the Immortal Tianzun's incredible battle, looking back at this kind of battle between a lesser demon, BiXiao had absolutely no interest."
She flicked her wrist, flinging the crescent-shaped shovel and the young man off to the side. The latter fell face-first into the mud at the bottom of the ice lake.
BiXiao turned her head to glance at the young man, whose neck to shoulder and back were a mass of torn flesh. It seemed that something had been growing there before being brutally destroyed, leaving two buds in the blood hole, which should be some kind of self-healing mechanism for the body. The only problem was that the healing process was extremely slow.
BiXiao was indifferent to things that were unrelated to her, using the demonic aura on the young man as a reference, her divine sense quickly scanned over and finally found the demon's nest. She rode the water-journey, with her robe fluttering in the wind like a fairy, and flew quickly towards it.
The young man staggered to his feet from the mud, his movements a bit over-the-top but his voice loud. He shouted, "Your Majesty! Pobo King! A thief has come! A thief is here to steal your treasures!"
