658 one hundred thousand people

Although he had only recently entered the ranks, his aura was incredibly powerful. When he swung his sword, it was like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable. Wherever the sword tip pointed, the wind and clouds surged, and wherever the sword's edge reached, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

Such power is truly breathtaking, inspiring admiration and longing.

It seems that the Changchong Sect truly possesses unique strengths, capable of cultivating such outstanding disciples. These disciples must have practiced diligently day and night, comprehending the essence of swordsmanship, to achieve such astonishing progress in such a short time.

After these disciples descended the mountain, their strength increased dramatically. Like tigers descending the mountain, they became awe-inspiring to the surrounding area.

They began to reorganize their villages in a very purposeful and organized manner, as if bringing a breath of fresh air and righteousness to those places that had once been in chaos.

The tyrants had nowhere to hide under their fierce swordsmanship, and one by one they were brought to justice. The villagers were finally able to stand tall and live in peace. The landlords no longer dared to oppress the people wantonly, but instead became more restrained and obediently handed over their ill-gotten gains.

The disciples showed no mercy to those who disobeyed. They either executed them on the spot or sent them up the mountain to Elder Qiu of the Changchong Sect for disposal; in any case, they would never return.

Some of them did return, but they seemed like different people. They became more secluded, focused on rigorous training, and rarely cooked or ate, yet they always managed to participate in coordinated operations.

The villagers had food to eat, their lives were better than before, and they gradually came to believe in these disciples who had learned martial arts from the Changchong School.

Not long after, these disciples who had descended the mountain demolished the original ancestral halls in their respective villages and replaced them with new ancestral halls dedicated to a mysterious woman.

Although there were dissenters, most people fell silent in the face of basic needs, and the voices of one or two villagers could not make much of a ripple.

The woman's face was veiled, making it difficult to see clearly, but her aloof and otherworldly aura shone through the veil, inspiring awe in all who beheld her.

The villagers were filled with curiosity about this mysterious woman, but even more so with awe and faith.

The disciples of the Long Insect Sect unintentionally spread rumors that this woman was a fairy descended from heaven, possessing supreme divine power and wisdom, and able to protect the peace and prosperity of the village.

Those who worship for a long time can be exempted from 10% of miscellaneous taxes, so the incense burns brightly every day, and the villagers pray devoutly for the fairy's protection.

Although her face was lightly covered by a veil, this mysterious woman seemed to bear some resemblance to Elder Qiu's junior sister from the Changchong Sect.

Deep within the Changchong Sect, the junior sister sat upright on a large, soft cushion, her posture straight and elegant, like a fairy descending to earth.

Her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing was even and smooth, and her body seemed to be surrounded by a light layer of cloud, adding a touch of mystery and otherworldly beauty.

All around was silent, as if even the air had frozen. Only the soft breathing of the junior sister echoed in their ears. In the entire Changchong Sect, everyone seemed to be asleep at night, so quiet that not even an ant could be seen.

As time went by, the clouds seemed to grow thicker and thicker. The clouds were not simply white, but rather wisps of blue smoke, slowly rising from all directions, mixed with various colors, as if to completely envelop the junior sister.

The junior sister resembled a Buddha, smiling as she held up a flower. She was as holy as the Crystal Ancestor, yet her figure became even clearer amidst the clouds, as if she had merged with them, exuding an indescribable holy and blasphemous charm.

Elder Qiu, Miss Luo, and the head of the Luo family were also in the same pose.

As the clouds gradually dispersed, Junior Sister Xiao slowly opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were initially filled with a scarlet and cold indifference, but then slowly softened and warmed, like flowing water full of affection.

He whispered, "Shangtang County is just a few villages away from being fully under our control, but we can't rush things. Rushing will only lead to chaos. The current dynastic turmoil is the best opportunity for my rebirth. We mustn't rush!"

A hint of greed and longing flickered in his eyes as he murmured, 'The Tears of the Emperor Buddha, the Tears of the Emperor Buddha, a supreme treasure! It's not impossible to stabilize the soul, regenerate the body, and even forge unparalleled talent throughout the ages.'

Her expression changed slightly, her delicate face contorted, and her eyes turned bloodshot.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were imagining the mysterious and powerful force of the Emperor Buddha's Tears. If he could obtain this treasure, he could not only stabilize his soul, but also possibly be reborn in his physical body, and even create a talent that would be unparalleled throughout the ages.

A hint of malice crept into her whisper; she thought to herself, 'I suppose my senior brother won't stop me, right? After all, I'm your most beloved junior sister.'

Her lips parted slightly, and a voice, seemingly possessing a magical quality, echoed for miles: "Bring another five hundred disciples up the mountain." This voice seemed to traverse mountains and rivers, reaching directly to the Luo family.

The head of the Luo family seemed to be cultivating in his study when he suddenly heard these words. He paused for a moment, then looked up in the direction of the Changchong Sect with a respectful expression.

As if not daring to be negligent in the slightest, she immediately responded mechanically, "Yes, Holy Mother." Her voice was soft, yet full of reverence and obedience.

No one dared disobey her orders!

She sat quietly on the cushion, regaining her soft beauty, and whispered, 'One hundred thousand people... that should be about right.'

In the Xuanji Sect, Master Dongming has been indulging in a feast these past few days, his mouth greasy, his face glowing, and his eyes filled with boundless satisfaction. He is enjoying life to the fullest.

The dance senior next to her was dressed in a pink short-sleeved gauze dress and black boots, lightly applying rouge, like a lotus flower emerging from clear water, incomparably beautiful.

The tables in the hall were laden with all sorts of delicacies, from rare mountain delicacies to seafood and wild game, nothing was left out.

The servants were dismissed, leaving only the two of them.

With his beloved in his arms, he wrapped one arm around her waist.

One hand caresses it!

The beautiful woman held chopsticks in one hand and fed him mouthful by mouthful, while Elder Dongming occasionally let out satisfied exclamations, his face full of enjoyment.

His lips glistened with oil, and his ruddy face beamed with an undiminished smile. His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he were savoring the delicious taste of every bite of food.

Master Dongming seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his meal and was extremely satisfied.

The beautiful woman is gentle, charming, and obedient; every gesture she makes exudes charm.

Her eyes revealed a tenderness and shyness, as if she were doing something extremely sweet.

The beautiful woman lowered her head slightly, parted her red lips, and gently took the braised prawn into her mouth.

It was slowly fed into Dongming's mouth.

The beauty's tenderness,

The delicious flavor of the prawns melted and mingled in my mouth, and a more satisfied and happy smile appeared on my face. I couldn't help but exert all my strength.

After finishing their meal, Dongming quietly got up and straightened their clothes and robes.

The movements were so skillful, as if they had been practiced a thousand times, and each step seemed to contain profound Taoist principles.

She carefully adjusted her pink blouse, her fingers moving gently and meticulously, handling every detail with care and tenderness.