Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 567 - 567 566 The Restlessness Begins Double Monthly Ticket Request

567: Chapter 566: The Restlessness Begins [Double Monthly Ticket Request] 567: Chapter 566: The Restlessness Begins [Double Monthly Ticket Request] Hou Niao’s stance immediately became a weathervane, and no one expected that the initiator of the Money Obsessed Alliance would turn traitor first.

Yu Zhengxing nodded, pleased.

The reason he named this person first was not due to a close relationship.

Among the younger generation of disciples he knew, there were many promising figures who had followed him and had countless interactions over many years.

This person, apart from limited contact during the Yinling event, had no dealings with him in decades.

But this person was the most unique among the juniors he knew, like a weed in the desert that, without irrigation or cultivation, grew into a towering tree all the same.

This man possessed a very special temperament, always able to grasp the core essence of things and daring to wager everything, a true gambler of the Great Dao.

“Why bet?”

“What I’m betting on is not being left behind in obscurity when the winds of heaven and earth change,” he said.

“You’re quite wealthy, any regrets?”

“Why would I have regrets?

Just seize more if I want it!”

The previous statements, guided deliberately by Yu Zhengxing, were quite inspiring and persuasive, but later they seemed to lose their flavor…

Yu Zhengxing clearly knew this was intentional.

With Hou Niao leading the way, other cultivators followed suit, particularly the Shan Sect sword cultivators; regardless of some notions being ephemeral, there were things that couldn’t be measured with a price tag, which might be worthless or invaluable, depending on each cultivator’s goals.

Nan Xiangye donated over ten of his Treasure Gourds with a bitter face, thinking himself rich but feeling trivial compared to his senior brother.

No one was forced, nor could they be, they could only follow what their hearts dictated.

Of a hundred cultivators, only thirty percent were willing to offer resources for such a venture, and merely ten percent gave everything.

Most chose to contribute within their means, after all, each had different aims.

Yet on one point they all agreed, willing to exert themselves for this venture, to push Loulan New City to the Dark River Basin.

The somewhat crazy afforestation plan was still worth a try; the only controversy lay in footing the bill oneself, which contradicted some cultivators’ philosophies.

Since consensus was reached, the plan commenced, and the cultivators’ ability to act was beyond that of mortals.

The contributions of dozens of cultivators amounted to a significant figure and were managed by a dedicated team.

Another Golden Core Cultivator led a group to Qin and Yue countries to purchase supplies for array construction;

Given that the Water System array didn’t need to sustain for too long, three to five years would suffice, quality wasn’t a high priority, but the quantity required was immense.

Covering a subterranean Dark River spanning three thousand li in length and tens of li in width was akin to a mid-sized Sect’s Mountain Gate, not something a mere few dozens of cultivators could support.

Several cultivators were assigned to handle the collection and transportation of saplings, necessitating large flying boats, because for certain special reasons, saplings couldn’t be kept in Spatial Bags for extended periods, and besides, there were no Spatial Bags large enough for the length of the saplings.

The remaining cultivators began preparing for relocation, setting their sights on Longxu Gully, also around the middle of the three-thousand-li cross section of Ancient Lop.

When news spread, what surprised the cultivators was that the mortal residents of Loulan City showed even greater enthusiasm than the cultivators, with over a thousand residents willing to follow.

For them, supporting this initiative came with personal hopes, aspirations for a better life.

In a place like Loulan City in the Northwest, there were no cowards.

However, while their sentiment was understandable and their courage commendable, one can’t simply act on passion alone.

Conditions were not yet right for mortals to head to Longxu Gully.

Drinking water, food, a habitable environment, facing indestructible creatures head-on…

Unlike cultivators who could shed the need for worldly attachments and survive without food or drink, sustained solely by the Heaven and Earth Spirit Mechanism.

Thus, the suitable time for mortals to live there would come in decades, perhaps centuries, not now.

If one day the Snow River loop is re-established, with lush water and grasses and a sizable population increase alongside a large foundational cultivator population, that would be the real opportunity for humanity to gain a foothold here.

The so-called Loulan New City is currently no more than a camp for cultivators, and this will not change for decades, maybe centuries.

Yet the feelings of the mortal residents represented something significant.

Equally unexpected to the cultivators was the response from adventurers who had come to Loulan, many of whom heeded Yu Zhengxing’s call to guard Loulan Town and joined willingly, for the Northwest lands and for themselves.

Being cultivators, they had an intuition that perhaps they could truly change something and, in the process, gain something for themselves.

This was not about gain; it was something more important than gain.

About thirty to fifty independent cultivators gathered, even after turning down many minor cultivators who had not reached the Tongxuan level.

More than a hundred cultivators took to the sky, stretching a line across the three-thousand-li expanse, plowing forward once again, ensuring not to leave too many indestructible creatures behind.

Once they began constructing the Protective Forest, their limited numbers would be insufficient for clearing up behind them; they could only rely on Zhongshan Country to take over, accepting the potential harm to ordinary mortals as the price of change.

If unsuccessful, only a few Golden Core Cultivators would bear the responsibility, with Yu Zhengxing at the forefront.

But to Hou Niao, it looked like the old guy probably didn’t care much.

There were no sorrowful, blustery winds of tragic grandeur, but as mature cultivators, everyone understood the implications of their actions.

Resources might prove insufficient, but that wasn’t decisive; forest band planting might face challenges, yet they could be overcome; results could take time, but that was anticipated.

The only thing that caused them anxiety was the response of the indestructible creatures on the other side.

The forest band’s primary function was to halt desertification, not to stop the indestructible creatures.

They might struggle to burrow through the tough roots of the plants below, but they aren’t averse to light.

If they can’t burrow, they might just fly over.

This was a challenge to the indestructible creatures of Kneecap Desert, risky and with the potential to exacerbate the conflict between the two species, with no one knowing the final outcome.

Hou Niao was not far from Yu Zhengxing, close enough for Divine Sense contact: “Uncle-Master, my decades of savings have been swindled by you, at the very least you should inform me, is there really no support?

If the indestructible creatures launch a large-scale invasion, you’re very aware our power is insufficient to withstand it.

I’m willing to do something for the humans of the Northwest, but that doesn’t mean I’ll sacrifice my life to awaken something amidst the assault of hundreds of indestructible creatures.”

Yu Zhengxing continued looking straight ahead.

He was hesitant to speak of support, but for this proudest junior disciple of his, the first to stand by him, and someone he would rely on heavily in the coming times,

“There is support, but I’m not sure to what extent it can reach?”