Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 281: Qingyuan Sect
In front of Tianying Mountain, a group of people returned to this place again. Among the crowd, Fang Qingyuan was not standing at the front. He came with him. There was also a man wearing a Confucian scholar's high crown and a lake-blue Confucian robe with only half of the sleeves exposed. The other half is lined with metal inner armor for a middle-aged man.

This man has sword-shaped eyebrows and a long beard, deep eyes and thin lips. He is serious in speech and has a killing temperament that is both civil and military.

This is Ji Xinlong, who was born in Dazhou Academy. He is a monk in the early stage of Jindan. He was previously responsible for leading the team to capture the demonic cultivators deep in the Baishan Mountain during the opening war. Now, after the war, he changed his identity and became the deacon who divided the spiritual land.

Fang Qingyuan has no status superiority in front of him, not to mention that now, Fang Qingyuan has left the Baishan Beast Control Sect.

"Master Fang, if there is no objection to the boundary, then set up a boundary monument and sign it."

Ji Xinlong had a business-like look on his face. Fang Qingyuan took the map and compared it carefully, confirming that the division of his sect's territory was not bad at all, and then said with a smile on his face:
"Thank you for your hard work, Deacon Ji. If you don't mind, please come to the door and have a cup of tea."

Facing Fang Qingyuan's invitation, Ji Xinlong said unceremoniously:
"You don't have a mountain gate now. I'm busy allocating land to other families. I don't have time to chat here. The boundary marker has been set up. Within three generations, as long as you don't seek death, I, the Dazhou Academy, will keep you safe."

After saying these words, Ji Xinlong hurriedly left. With him, there were more than a dozen monks from Dazhou Academy who were surveying the boundaries and demarcating the territory.

After these people left, the dozen or so Qi Refining monks who moved in with Fang Qingyuan had smiles on their faces.

These were originally disciples of the Baishan Beast Control Sect, but their status was relatively marginal, so they cruelly left the Baishan Beast Control Sect and chose to start a new business here with Fang Qingyuan.

Among the dozen or so people, all were male disciples, all bachelors, and they were quite young. If there was no special opportunity, Fang Qingyuan felt that if there was a Foundation Establishment monk among these people, it would be a big deal.

"Master, what should we do next?"

The leader of the Qi training cultivator looks to be between 50 and [-] years old. His cultivation is in the late stage of Qi training. His name is Mao Cheng. He is also mature and prudent. Although he is not good at cultivation, he is also a good hand at handling general affairs.

A dozen Qi Refining monks looked at Fang Qingyuan eagerly. In front of Tianying Mountain, Fang Qingyuan was their hope for the future.

Ji Xinlong took the people away. If there is no major event that endangers the life and death of the sect, Dazhou Academy will basically not appear.

After being enfeoffed for three generations, Dazhou Academy only ensures that no one can take advantage of your orthodoxy, but Dazhou Academy does not care about general competition matters.

But these Fang Qingyuan are enough. He has a long life, and as long as he lives, Dazhou Academy will protect him, so without the protection of Baishan Beast Control Sect, his safety is actually higher.

As long as we are careful about natural disasters and beasts, Fang Qingyuan, the Qingyuan Sect, will be able to enjoy peace in the next few hundred years.

"Let's clean up first and build various palaces and residences to prevent outsiders from coming as guests. There is not even a place to entertain people for tea."

After hearing Fang Qingyuan's order, Mao Cheng led a group of disciples, took out various building warrior talismans from the storage bag, summoned dozens of more than one foot tall building yellow scarf warriors, and began to build the house where the "Qingyuan Sect" would live in the future. Abandon.

After leaving the disciples busy, Fang Qingyuan came to Tianying Mountain alone. As the leader, he naturally did not have to worry about these mundane matters.

On the top of the mountain, in the entrance of a huge nest hole, were scattered various abandoned animal bones, which were all leftovers eaten by the original six-winged flying eagle.

Apart from these bones, no other valuable items were seen. It was probably divided up by the monks who originally captured the mountain.

There is a faint smell lingering in the cave, which is the smell of blood accumulated over the years. This smell soaks into the surrounding rock walls and will not dissipate easily.

Looking at the piles of skeletons that were left uncollected, Fang Qingyuan frowned slightly and used his spiritual consciousness to collect all the skeletons into the Immortal Mansion.

In the Immortal Mansion, Jinbao opened his mouth wide as he looked at the bones falling from the sky. Then Fang Qingyuan's signal came to his ears, so Jinbao looked depressed and started digging in the empty black soil on the border. He wanted to bury them all.

After cleaning up the remains, it would be much more pleasing to the eyes. Fang Qingyuan stood on the top of the cliff and looked into the distance.

If you use your eyesight enough, you can see a group of monks walking back and forth very far away. These people should be the future neighbors of your sect.

The Qingyuan Sect's sphere of influence is not large, less than two thousand square kilometers in total, that is, starting from Tianying Mountain, everything within a radius of a hundred miles belongs to the Qingyuan Sect.In the previous life, it was only the size of a county. Now it was completely deserted. Apart from some birds and beasts, there were no other living beings. Even the Qi-refining monsters and beasts that could practice cultivation had been completely wiped out.

But having said that, the sect with a radius of hundreds of miles is also at the forefront of the Jindan Sect. As far as Fang Qingyuan knows, the area of ​​many sects of his neighbors is only about one thousand square kilometers.

It's as much as one thousand and forty-five, and as little as less than one thousand. What's more, the territory is only a few hundred square kilometers and a radius of more than ten miles.

This kind of small territory is favored by some Qi Refining monk families. They are not qualified to establish a sect, so they can only move one family branch to avoid internal fighting in their hometown and compete for the few remaining resources.

At the foot of the mountain, Mao Cheng led everyone to work hard to build. On the top of the mountain, Fang Qingyuan found a place to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to appreciate the abundant aura here.

Half a month later, buildings were built one after another. The guest building, banquet hall, meeting hall, quiet hall, execution hall, dungeon, etc. were all built by Mao Cheng and others.

Immortal magic is the primary productive force. Looking at these buildings, Fang Qingyuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Of course, these buildings are just superficial, and the various formations to be deployed next are the most critical.

"Sect Master, where are you going to buy our mountain protection formation?"

Mao Cheng approached Fang Qingyuan and began to ask the most critical question. The mountain-protecting formation was the foundation of a sect, so it was natural that it could not be arbitrary.

Fang Qingyuan thought for a while and then said:

"I'm going to go to Jiuxingfang City to have a look. There will definitely be a lot of discounts on their new buildings, and maybe I can snag one too."

Mao Cheng apologized and was about to say some compliments when a disciple at the door came to report that a visitor was coming.

Fang Qingyuan was a little surprised. He had just established his own mountain gate and was not familiar with the people around him. Who would come to visit him?

But the visitor is a guest and cannot be seen behind closed doors, so Fang Qingyuan asked Mao Cheng to go out and welcome the visitor in.

The visitor was a middle-aged man with a sharp breath and a tall figure, like a sword unsheathed. He brought several Qi-training monks with their own gift boxes in their hands. Under the guidance of Mao Cheng, he arrived In front of Fang Qingyuan.

"Cui Yuangong of the Baishan Sword Sect has met the leader of the Qingyuan Sect."

Sensing the other party's perfect cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, Fang Qingyuan's face moved slightly and he quickly returned the gift. The two exchanged a few words and then walked towards the mountain gate.

Arriving at the newly built welcome building, Fang Qingyuan asked his disciples to bring spiritual fruit tea to entertain Cui Yuangong's group.

And he was talking to Cui Yuangong for the first time. Fang Qingyuan couldn't figure out the purpose of this person's visit. His family and the Baishan Sword Sect were not at all close to each other.

After drinking a few cups of tea, Cui Yuangong took out a small stove from his storage bag, then took out a jar of rice wine and put it on the stove to cook.

"Sect Master Fang wants to try the green plum wine of our Baishan Sword Sect."

Fang Qingyuan smiled slightly, reached out to take one, and then savored it carefully.

"Fellow Daoist Cui came to visit, not just to have a drink with me. Is there something important?"

Cui Yuangong put down his wine cup, but first asked Fang Qingyuan a question:
"This opening war is over. Dazhou Academy will withdraw from this place soon. But when they leave, they will leave a lot of chicken feathers behind. I don't think this new world will be more stable in the next few decades. So I would like to ask Sect Master Fang, in your opinion, among the various sects in Baishan, who is the number one?"

(End of this chapter)