I'm not the underworld

Chapter 444 The Storm Caused by a Spiritual Land
At the same time, on an island with a permanent population of less than [-] people, which was named Golden Island because of the golden color of the island in autumn, a group of people were at war.

This is a cave located on an island. Walking down the cave, there is a hall of about [-] square meters. Several stone doors in the hall, as well as some living utensils left in the hall, indicate that this place is not formed naturally.

Above the hall, like a suspended ceiling, on the stalactite hanging down in the center of the hall, a drop of emulsion sticks to the stone. Although it has reached the tip, it is always about to fall.

Below the tip of the stalactite, there is a brown pottery bowl, in which there is accumulated spiritual milk about half a finger thick.

There are two more drops, I don't know if they were blown away by the evil wind and fell to the ground next to them.

What is amazing is that this water droplet, which is as white as emulsion, does not get wet or stained with dust when it lands, just like a small pearl lying there quietly.

"Sure enough, it's a spiritual land!" The first one to find this place was not Daohui, but a local sect, Miaoshan Sect, who followed suit.

This is just a small sect, and the sect's base is on a nearby, more hidden island.

There was a time when such sects left overseas were isolated from mainland sects.

They are all small sects that are not competitive enough and have to find another fairy mountain overseas.

But for a period of time, the Taoist schools in the mainland withered, and people often wanted to go overseas to find immortal mountains and immortal ways.

As for now, it doesn't matter so much, whether it is an overseas sect or a Zhongtu sect, everything speaks of strength.

The Miaoshan Sect is not considered powerful, but by virtue of their "locals" advantage, they found the spiritual land of the recent rumors first.

Next, it is natural to hide it from others so that others can't find it.

"Zhou Huan, hurry up and invite Elder Shu..." After being pleasantly surprised, an elder of the Miaoshan Sect who took the lead told the disciples behind him while walking towards the dripping liquid.

As the first person to find this place, before handing over the treasured land to the sect, he might as well seek benefits for himself first.

"Who are you inviting?" Just as the little disciple listened to the order and was about to run to invite someone, a voice full of air came out following the sound of footsteps.

Elder Miaoshan Zongzhuo, who led the team, was startled and hurriedly turned his head.

A five or sixty-year-old man in a green Taoist robe took the lead, and then walked in with a mighty team of nearly a hundred people.

"President Fang!" Elder Zhuo was shocked, looked at the crowd in disbelief, and asked in surprise, "You...how do you..."

"Elder Zhuo, you Miaoshan Sect are not cooperating with us at Hulong Villa! We have already found the spiritual land here, but you are still sending people to deal with it... No, delay us!"

"What do you want!"

President Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, and instead of answering Elder Zhuo's question, he waved his whisk and asked in a deep voice.

Elder Zhuo frowned, these sanctimonious guys.

"President Fang, as far as I know, Hulong Villa doesn't have any documented instructions. Your Daoist Association will represent Hulong Villa to find the location of the spiritual place?" Elder Zhuo asked in displeasure.

"No." President Fang was not angry, but nodded with a smile and admitted.

But then he laughed softly: "Why, if you dare not provoke Hulong Villa, do you dare to provoke Daohui?"

Elder Zhuo was speechless for a moment, his teeth itching with hatred, but he was not as powerful as others!
"Since our school is fortunate enough to find the spiritual land, in order to contribute to the Chinese cultivation world, we will submit the details of the spiritual land to Hulong Villa as soon as possible, and dedicate it to all the monks in China, so that it can become a place for the elite children of all sects and sects to improve. Place!"

Elder Zhuo didn't dare to resist, he sneered and brought the topic to Hulong Villa.

Even if it is dedicated to Hulong Mountain Villa, they, the first sect to find the spiritual land, will receive some rewards, which is better than giving it to the Daoist Association.

"Papa papa!" At this moment, there was a burst of applause, and another old man in his sixties, wearing a Tang suit, walked in with a group of family children in various modern costumes.

"Elder Zhuo is really high-minded, so hurry up and hand over the spiritual land to us at Hulong Villa!"

The old man said with a smile.

"Old Zhao!" President Fang was shocked and couldn't help saying.

Zhao Qinghai is the second generation fourth master of the Zhao family, who is also one of the current members of Hulong Villa!

Now, there are two members of Hulong Mountain Villa, and it is estimated that there will be a few more. I am afraid that they will be able to vote on the spot to divide the ownership of the spirit land.

Elder Zhuo could only look at the scene helplessly, and sighed, people speak lightly, the sect is small, and there is no human rights!

The two members of Hulong Mountain Villa must still agree on external issues.

"Choke!" Just as the president of Zhongnan Daohui, the fourth master of the Zhao family looked at Elder Zhuo with a smile, and when he was about to drive him out, a cold light flew from outside the cave.

The cold light came from behind, and almost missed Fourth Master Zhao, who was standing from the entrance of the cave to the hall.

Then he was furious, who sent Xiaoxiao to dare to make him look bad.

The cold light fell to the ground, and it stood upright in front of the stalactite, but it was a crystal clear ice sword.

Before everyone could ponder over it carefully, what kind of move was it, and another white shadow flew in.

"I'm sorry, everyone! It's rare to find a spiritual place these days. This Fangling's land is not small. We want it from Kunlun!"

Landing is a young man in white clothes with his own bgm, dressed in an ancient costume, even with long hair, a twist of hair flying, lips slightly raised, and a determined and domineering mouth.

"Beautiful idea! People from Kunlun dare to come to us overseas to snatch resources, don't they think we are in Penglai?"

Before the rest of the people in the hall could speak, they were preempted by another strange voice.

"This is a real cultivator! I didn't expect to..." President Fang couldn't help but muttered in disbelief, fascinated by the sight.

In this era, real cultivators lived in poverty, almost completely isolated from the world, and self-sufficient.

They would not be tempted by mundane things such as fame and wealth, but they did not expect that this piece of spiritual land would attract them.

Hulong Villa is not necessarily afraid of them, but the problem is that many of those fairy gates are old gods from other worlds.

There are even legendary elixirs and treasures.

The elders and elders of Hulong Mountain Villa, because their lifespan is approaching, in order to have a longer lifespan and break through the current realm, they will definitely sell everything in the world for these benefits.

The elders of Hulong Mountain Villa grew up with a cultivation method suitable for the new era. Although they have everything in the world, they don't understand the indifference and tenacity that practitioners should really pursue.

They also cannot live as long as the hermits who abandon the secular world and concentrate on cultivation.

In the end, they are willing to give up everything they have gained in the world for the sake of longevity.

(End of this chapter)