Chapter 1847 The Strength of the Indigenous Monks

Chapter 1847

"I see!"

Hearing Greyhound's boasting, Elder Fukang nodded, rubbed his hands, and showed an embarrassed expression: "I don't know if I, an old man, can enjoy the same treatment as fellow Taoist Greyhound in this narrow sky..."

"Haha! If Daoist Fellow Fukang is also interested in female slaves, don't worry, I will definitely take care of them."

Greyhound spoke generously, and then looked at Elder Fukang, both of them showing the sly smile unique to men.

"Of course, if other Taoist friends are also interested, I can also arrange various slaves for you, and you can enjoy them directly when the time comes."

Elder Greyhound did not forget Chu Jing and his group, and looked over to ask with a smile.

Elder Hantian and Elder Fengye remained silent, while Elder Jiangu, who was as upright as a sword, said directly: "I am not interested in this aspect."

Because his words were very blunt, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was in a bad mood. Greyhound's expression was awkward, and he didn't know what to say. The atmosphere inexplicably became a little stiff and cold.

At this time, Chu Jing changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about the slaves later. Elder Greyhound, please explain to us the specific situation of the natives of this world first."

Greyhound immediately said: "Please follow me!"

He strode towards a nearby ornate building and quickly entered it.

The slaves kowtowed frantically to his back.

After Elder Hantian and the others exchanged a few glances, they did not immediately follow up. Taking advantage of this gap, Elder Jian Gu said indignantly, "Fukang, why do you want to associate with such a person?"

As a man of great tact, Fu Kang had already seen the emotions of his companions and said immediately: "Jian Gu, Han Tian, ​​Feng Ye, don't forget that we are here to suppress Yi Xian Tian and serve the Holy Son!"

"You three are all so cold and don't want to get close to Greyhound, so naturally I have to do this job!"

He spoke confidently, and Elder Jian Gu was slightly annoyed and said, "Why do you have to get close to him for no reason?"

"Jian Gu, you are still as stubborn as you were back then. You can even say you are naive!"

Elder Fukang rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Think about it! Greyhound has been here for a long time and is considered the local emperor. How big is this secret realm? How many branches and types of indigenous tribes are there? How strong are the indigenous people? Where are the resources and treasures? Only Greyhound knows! How can we know these things when we first arrive?"

Elder Jian Gu narrowed his eyes and asked, "So you colluded with him in order to investigate this information?"

"What else? Greyhound is the Sect Master's man after all! How could he easily tell us these important intelligence except reporting it to the Sect Master? Can't he just keep it for himself?"

Elder Fukang spoke confidently. Jian Gu was silent for a moment, unable to find a reason to refute. He said angrily, "But you shouldn't be so flattering! Don't forget that our duty is to assist the Holy Son, not Greyhound!"

"Of course I know, it's just Jian Gu. Lord Saint Son is magnanimous and has never made a fuss about it. It's obvious that he has seen through my intentions. But how come you don't understand at all? We are old friends after all!"

Elder Fukang was not angry, but spoke carelessly.

"Who are you and your old friend?"

Elder Jian Gu turned away with disdain.

Chu Jing took this opportunity to say, "I have indeed seen Elder Fukang's intentions a long time ago. Elder Jian Gu, please don't be angry. Just keep a normal mind."

This is a true statement.

Before preparing to recruit Elder Fu Kang, Chu Jing asked Ah Fu for the former's specific information.

By reading his life experience, Chu Jing had a concrete grasp of Elder Fukang's character and knew what kind of person he was.

So Chu Jing did not feel offended or angry about Elder Fukang's attempt to please the greyhound just now.

It’s because he knows that in a team, not everyone can play the bad guy, there must be someone to play the good guy!

Fukang is the best candidate for the red face!

"Alright everyone, I'm very pleased that you are willing to speak up and resolve your differences. If you have any problems in the future, follow Elder Jian Gu's example and speak up. Only when there are no gaps in the team can the cooperation last long."

As the person in charge, Chu Jing simply said something and led the team into the golden building.

At this time, the Greyhound Elder was standing in the center of the building.

Next to him was a huge sandbox map.

What’s strange is that the sand in the map is actually golden, and each grain looks distinct.

“Is all this sand real gold?”

Elder Fukang came closer, took a look and exclaimed.

"Yes, it's all made of gold. To be honest, this line of heaven is not only rich in resources for cultivating immortals, but also has countless gold and silver veins that ordinary people like."

The Greyhound elder kept smiling and spoke briefly.

"Oh my god! No wonder the sect leader is so fond of the narrow gap. Generally speaking, a treasure land that can produce gold must also be accompanied by various immortal stone veins! So that's it! So that's it!"

Elder Fukang exclaimed in a fuss-like manner.

Elder Greyhound smiled and looked at Chu Jing: "Sir Saint, as you can see, this sand table map is the topography and pattern of the narrow sky..."

Chu Jing came closer and took a quick look. He understood the situation of the narrow strip of sky at a glance and said, "It seems that the area of ​​the narrow strip of sky should be equivalent to two or three regions of the fairyland?"

"Well, that's about it! If the Saint Son knew about the secret realms in the fairyland, he would know! The general secret realm, even if it is not even a realm of the fairyland, can be regarded as a medium-sized or larger secret realm!"

"And if the area of ​​the secret realm is comparable to that of a domain, it is already considered a large secret realm!"

"The total area of ​​Yixiantian is equivalent to the three realms of the outside world, and it has also reached the level of a super large secret realm!"

"The point is, in most other super-large secret realms, resources are often scarce and scarce, but this is not the case in the narrow sky. If you fly into the air, you can use your senses to detect that there must be a vein of fairy stone every hundred miles on the earth..."

Following Elder Greyhound's introduction, the four elders' eyes widened.

There must be a vein of fairy stone every hundred miles?

Is this true?

Greyhound is so confident?

Perhaps noticing the expressions of the four people, Elder Greyhound smiled and said, "At this time, I have no reason to lie to you. In fact, if we only calculate the amount of immortal stones in this secret realm, if they can all be mined, it can at least support the operation of the Wuya Immortal Sect for ten thousand years. The Sect Master and I have also estimated that all the resources within the narrow sky combined are equivalent to one-third of all the resources in the Tianshan Immortal Realm..."

Hearing this more accurate answer, the four were even more surprised.

Who would have thought.

Without his knowledge, the sect actually controlled such a secret realm with rich resources?

And if they can truly keep Yixiantian firmly under their control, Wuya Xianmen will not be short of resources.

As long as the resources are in place, a pig can take off a little.

If a genius-level cultivator could obtain these resources, he could naturally make a big start!

It can be said.

The existence of the Line of Sky is related to the honor, disgrace, rise and fall of the Wuya Immortal Sect in the next thousand or ten thousand years!

"Now everyone knows the importance of Yixiantian to the sect, right?"

Seeing that the pupils of the four elders were shaking, Greyhound smiled and said, secretly guessing in his heart that it was normal for the four to be so surprised, but how could the Son of the Beginningless who knew the truth be so calm?

This person has great determination and cunning!

No wonder the Sect Master couldn't completely trust him!

I would probably do the same if it were me!

"Okay everyone, next is the situation regarding the natives of this world..."

Afterwards, Elder Greyhound did not elaborate on the distribution of resources in the secret realm, which showed that he had something to keep. He began to talk about the situation of the indigenous people of this world.

Listening to his narration, Elder Fukang exclaimed, "Elder Greyhound, you are not kidding, are you? You mean, in this small secret realm, there are actually natives who have cultivated to the realm of spiritual immortals?"

Jiangu, Hantian and Fengye also had solemn expressions on their faces.

Even if there are natives in a general secret realm, the upper limit of cultivation in the entire world will not be too high.

There are many secret realms rich in resources, and sending a mysterious immortal there is enough to sweep the world.

The Taixian and the like can even reach a level comparable to the way of heaven.

As for the spiritual immortals?

That is an even more unsolvable existence.

Take the four elders for example. They had once been assigned missions by the sect to guard certain secret realms.

In those secret realms, they clearly dared not do anything, and they could even destroy all the natives with just a thought.

However, within this narrow strip of sky, there are indigenous cultivators who possess the strength of the spiritual fairyland?

This was truly beyond the imagination of the four elders.

Even Chu Jing was surprised and said, "There shouldn't be many spirit immortals in the narrow passage, right?"

If there were many native immortals, Wu Wangtian would not have sent only Greyhound to lead the team. Although Chu Jing could not see through Greyhound's strength, he felt that he should be about the same level as Ah Fu! Maybe his combat power in Wuya Immortal Sect could be considered above average?

But even if it is an upper-middle level spiritual fairy, it is impossible for him to suppress so many spiritual fairyland natives by himself.

“Sir Saint Son, as you expected, the highest level indigenous cultivators in the Line of Heaven are indeed equivalent to Spiritual Immortals, but there are not many such people, probably only about ten…”

Greyhound said seriously.

"Ten Spiritual Immortals is quite an exaggeration! After all, the area of ​​​​Yixiantian is only equivalent to the three realms of the outside world, and there are only a few billion creatures... Ten Spiritual Immortals can be born from billions of creatures? This ratio is too amazing! It is almost the same as the fairyland, right? It can only be said that there are too many resources in Yixiantian! So much so that these natives are raised so fat!"

Elder Fukang said in a fuss.

Greyhound smiled and nodded, and continued: "These ten spirit immortals are among the 'Top Ten Hidden Godly Powers' in the narrow line of heaven. Perhaps because the higher their realm, the more they fear death, these ten people are currently hiding in some secret places and no one dares to fight with me..."

Hearing this, Elder Fukang breathed a sigh of relief: "In other words, these ten Spiritual Immortal-level natives are all cowards and dare not resist us at all? Then things will be easy!"

He began to feel confident.

Elder Greyhound began to pour cold water on them, saying, "Elder Fukang, we cannot take the natives lightly, because the ten spirit fairies in this world are indeed surviving, but the other natives who are comparable to the Taixian Realm... are more brutal than the other..."

He began to tell the story again.

Chu Jing and the others realized that although there were only ten spiritual immortal-level natives in this world, the number of great immortal-level natives was extremely exaggerated. Even Elder Greyhound could not come up with a specific number yet.

In short.

These natives of Taixian Realm are different from Lingxian. They are brave and crazy and can do everything they can to protect their homes.

Take Greyhound’s previous defeat, for example. It was also because there were too many Taixian natives who counterattacked.

At that time, Greyhound and his men robbed an important city that originally belonged to the natives. There were astonishing reserves of high-grade fairy stone veins around the city. In order to regain their homes, hundreds of natives who were comparable to the peak of the Taixian were willing to fight Greyhound and his men desperately by forming formations and self-destructing.

Finally, Greyhound and his men had no choice but to abandon this important city and flee in disgrace with their men.

of course.

To save some face.

Greyhound did not describe this battle as too tragic, and euphemistically called it "the need to retain combat power to deal with the tactical retreat of the Bi Bo Xian Sect's talents." In fact, Fu Kang and others were not stupid, and they could guess what was going on, but they just did not expose Greyhound's lies.

"Strange! Really strange! There are only ten spiritual immortals, but there are so many great immortals? This doesn't make sense!"

Elder Fukang suddenly began to mutter again.

Elder Maple Leaf nodded in agreement. "Under normal circumstances, it is logical for one out of every ten thousand Great Immortals to break through to Spiritual Immortal. According to what Fellow Daoist Greyhound said, there are at least hundreds of thousands of Great Immortals in the narrow sky... maybe even more than a million. If the ratio is like this, there should be at least a hundred Spiritual Immortals in this realm, right?"

Greyhound said solemnly: "At first, I had the same idea as you all. I thought that the ratio of the native Taixian and Lingxian was too weird. Later, after investigation, I found that the imbalance in the number of Taixian and Lingxian was actually caused by the Heavenly Dao of Yixiantian..."

Everyone's faces suddenly understood: "So it was the suppression of Heaven? That makes sense."

No matter whether it is a secret realm or the way of the main world, they all have their own calculations.

They can allow powerful creatures to be born in the world under their control.

However, in order to avoid being "seized for power", they will strictly control the number of such creatures.

After all, there are only a few powerful creatures, so they can be easily suppressed or killed.

But there are so many powerful creatures that it is not easy for them to deal with them.

As everyone's thoughts wandered, Greyhound continued, "In addition to the fact that the Heavenly Dao suppressed the number of Spiritual Immortals, I have also come to a conclusion after investigation. In this world, if the Taixian natives want to break through to the Spiritual Immortal realm, there is a crucial test, that is, they must experience a crisis of 'living towards death'... Only in this way can they break the shackles of the realm and break through to the Spiritual Immortal realm! The ten native Spiritual Immortals also experienced similar life-and-death dangers before they succeeded when they broke through. The other natives at the level of the Taixian realm are so selfless in resisting us, and it is also for this reason..."