Sang Jin had another twenty mu of land cleared, and she used earth magic to build a series of solid walls. She planned to plant some spiritual herbs here.

She hired villagers to help her tend the herb garden. She also planted silver there to help protect it. Plants should stay where they belong.

So overnight, the wasteland that the Sang family had just reclaimed was planted with various spiritual herbs, including a huge ginkgo tree. Of course, these spiritual herbs were brought out by Sang Jin from the secret realm.

These were some seedlings she had previously cultivated in the secret realm. They would generally mature in one to five years.

The spiritual energy in Shengdan Village is just right for growing spiritual herbs. It's like a natural gathering place for spiritual energy. This place also attracts other demonic beasts. Fortunately, most fourth-tier and higher demonic beasts are blocked by the barrier in the Nanwei Mountains.

The monsters that occasionally entered Shengdan Village were usually of the first or second rank, equivalent to the third to seventh level of human Qi Refining Stage. The cultivators in the village could easily deal with them.

In order to prevent the monsters from harming innocent people, the village set up a hunting team, which was responsible for clearing out the monsters that broke into the vicinity and wanted to attack the village.

The biggest source of income for Shengdan Village right now is the demonic beasts hunted by the village's hunting teams. With luck, they'll receive demonic pills and intact demonic beast hides, which can be exchanged for spirit stones.

Sang Jin finally understood why the villagers who had previously lived here had moved away, or perhaps died under mysterious circumstances. With the increasing frequency of demonic beasts in Shengdan Village, ordinary villagers wouldn't dare settle in this haunted place.

If it weren't for the two hundred monks in Shengdan Village, they wouldn't be able to stay here.

Within the territory of Tianqi.

"I wonder why Junior Master Uncle doesn't stay here? I can just bring little Sang Jin over."

In a pavilion on a distant mountain peak, Li Jingyu, dressed in light blue brocade, was playing chess with a young man in pink.

"Qingcheng, it's your turn." Li Jingyu said lightly.

This was a hidden sect. He had been transported here inexplicably. He was helping a senior fulfill his long-cherished wish. He came to see if his sect was safe.

"Oh, Junior Master. Can't you let me win a chance? I've been losing for two days." Gu Qingcheng said aggrievedly with a pout.

Gu Qingcheng's age and cultivation level are unknown. He is the current leader of the Guangjing Sect. The Guangjing Sect also has five other elders, all of whom are Gu Qingcheng's fellow disciples.

The reason why Li Jingyu was called "Junior Master Uncle" was because he was a disciple of one of their sect's ancestors. This made him quite a senior figure. Anyway, now everyone in the sect called him "Junior Master Uncle."

Although this junior uncle's current cultivation level was not as high as his, he was a genius in formations. He mastered all the lost formations of their sect.

"You are older than me, are you ashamed to ask me to give way to you?"

"You are my junior uncle. According to seniority, you are still my elder." Gu Qingcheng said shamelessly. He risked everything. The junior uncle said that as long as he could beat him, he would stay.

"Qingcheng, I really have something else to do." Li Jingyu had been out for three or four days. If he stayed any longer, Xiaojin would be worried about him.

"I know, isn't it Miss Sang Jin? I'll send someone to Munan City to pick her up. She'll be training in the sect from now on, and she won't have to worry about resources. Our Guangjing Sect's wealth can't support a little girl." Li Jingyu explained the reason for the matter when he first arrived. Of course, he also mentioned Sang Jin.

What evil could this hidden sect have in mind? He simply wanted to learn the high-level formations left behind by the sect's ancestors. Their formation masters excelled at ranged attacks, not close combat. It would be nice to have more high-level formations as a means of survival.

Their Guangjing Sect was not completely closed off; they would send their disciples out for training every ten years. If they encountered an orphan with good spiritual roots outside, they would bring him back to the sect.

"That depends on what she wants. I can teach you the formation. Let me go back first. I know you have a way to get out." Although Li Jingyu knew several ancient formations, his cultivation was still not as good as Gu Qingcheng's.

Therefore, the power of the formation was far inferior to his. Without his consent, he could not leave here for the time being. Besides, he didn't know how to get out of here now.

"Hehe, wouldn't it have been better if it had been like this earlier? But I also have a request..." How could Gu Qingcheng let such a genius go elsewhere so easily? He must be made a member of his own sect.