My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 19 Okay!Great! (Newbies please collect)
It was already the morning of the next day when we returned to Lingtian.

Looking from a distance, there were many people standing in front of Zhu Houcong and Lao Li Tou's cabin.

"You are back!"

Zhao Yaoyao, who was squatting on the ridge of the field and looking anxiously, saw Zhu Houcong's figure and wanted to step forward and pull Zhu Houcong to say something.

"Old Uncle Li's life tablet was discovered to be broken by the disciples of the Foreign Affairs Hall this morning. Deacon Zheng and Elder Zhou of the Foreign Affairs Hall are currently investigating."

Zhao Yaoyao whispered.

Seeing Zhu Houcong, his face showed a bit of worry.

"You can take the little lost formation with you."

Zhu Houcong nodded.

In front of her, Zhao Yaoyao hesitated to speak.

In the end, he didn't say much.

He led Zhu Houcong into the house.

There are two chairs in the center of Old Man Li's room.

Deacon Zheng, who had perfected his Qi training, sat on the left hand side, while an old man with a sharp expression sat in the main seat.

Behind him were his disciples, and naturally the one behind Deacon Zheng was Lin Yi, who was in the same class as Zhu Houcong.

Behind the old man were two disciples wearing law enforcement hall uniforms.

This must be the outer elder of the Law Enforcement Hall that Zhao Yaoyao mentioned.

Moreover, what surprised Zhu Houcong was that the old man in front of him had such strong energy and blood that he had only seen in his life.

Moreover, the divine light in his eyes flashed, and he was obviously successful in cultivation.

The spiritual consciousness takes form and the foundation is established as a monk.

Zhu Houcong thought as he felt the stinging pain on his forehead where the old man's gaze had glanced, like a needle pricking him.

After the elder saw Zhu Houcong, he looked up and down in surprise.

He raised his hand to silence the two disciples beside him who wanted to hold the elders accountable.

After looking Zhu Houcong up and down carefully, he said in a tone with no emotion at all.

"I am Xie Baoshu, the elder of the sect's law enforcement hall."

Zhu Houcong was silent, while the elder in front of him looked at Zhu Houcong quietly, with deep eyebrows, tapping the seat, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Zhu Houcong...right?"

he opened his mouth to speak.

"Li Bern, a farmer under the Qingshan Sect, has left you a letter. It says that if he cannot come back from this trip, he will use the land deeds he has temporarily acquired over the years to redeem himself."

His tone became much gentler for some reason.

Hearing his words, the two law enforcement hall disciples behind him opened their eyes wide.

Deacon Zheng sitting aside was a little surprised by this and couldn't help but look at Zhu Houcong in front of him again.

This elder Xie has always been known within the sect for being unreasonable and selfless.

In the past, when faced with servants who had lost their sect's treasures, they would directly confiscate their homes and imprison them to make up for the sect's losses. There was no reason to introduce one's identity to the other party in a friendly manner.

Besides, letter?What letter?Why didn't I know that Old Man Li still had letters left behind?

Deacon Zheng couldn't help but have questions on his head, but he had been in the Qingshan Sect for so many years, and he knew very well that a thousand words are worth a thousand words.

Just sit quietly and drink tea, watching the changes.

Seeing Zhu Houcong's silence, Lin Yi wanted to help him and leave a good impression in front of Elder Xie.

But when I saw Deacon Zheng's attitude that it had nothing to do with him, I felt bad and swallowed the words on my lips.

"Bo Li is so kind, I deserve it."

I heard that Zhu Houcong was not dazzled by the news of redemption.

Xie Baoshu in front of him couldn't help but feel a little more favorable to him in his heart.

After all, that was five acres of spiritual land and decades of savings from a farmer under the sect.

There can be a few handyman disciples who are not tempted.

"Love and justice, not bad..."

Xie Baoshu changed the subject.

"Where are the two arrays that the sect previously issued to guard the spiritual field?"

He finally got to the point.The death of a few tenant farmers is nothing to the sect.

Anyway, there are a lot of casual cultivators in the market, and some of them are willing to sell themselves to the sect to farm the land.

However, the sect's property is sacred and inviolable.

Losing the formation disk is a big deal.

"They are all here, disciple. Both array disks are worn out, but the foundation is not damaged. I have repaired them at my own expense, and please ask the elders to take a closer look."

With that said, Zhu Houcong presented the two array disks.

Although the Xiao Qingmu Sword Formation was damaged during the fighting, Guo Scarzi personally repaired it in order to sell it at a good price.

By the way, Zhu Houcong's small tracking array was also repaired as a discount.

After all, there are very few people who dare to buy the Xiaoqingmu Sword Array on the territory of Qingshan Sect. Guo Scarzi will naturally not care about the loss of repairs if he can sell this kind of costless business.

"Yes... you are loyal to the sect. Although you are quite young and started late, you are much better than those who have stayed in the sect for decades and eaten away at the worms..."

After the inspection was correct, Xie Baoshu couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes looking at Zhu Houcong became a little softer.

On the other hand, Deacon Zheng seemed to have heard nothing and continued drinking tea as if nothing had happened.

"I observe that you have practiced the calamity-resolving method created by the three generations of ancestors..."

"Exactly! The disciple's qualifications are low. There is really no other way but this method."

Zhu Houcong said in a low voice.

"how old are you……"

"I will be 14 years old in September..."

"You are at the late stage of Qi training at the age of 14. If you have the right resources, you can build a foundation before the age of 30!"

Hearing Elder Xie's answer, everyone present was shocked.

Deacon Zheng, who was sitting on a chair next to him and drinking tea, almost spit out his tea.

But when he realized that the elder of the outer sect was here, he held back forcefully, his face turned red, and he just stared at Zhu Houcong in front of him with his eyes.

Lin Yi behind him was unsteady and almost fell down, feeling that the world was absurd.

Compared to Lin Yi, the two disciples behind Xie Baoshu, a man and a woman, looked at Zhu Houcong with more complicated expressions.

As an official disciple of the sect, he is also a descendant of the Xie family, a powerful cultivator family.

They know better than Lin Yi what the concept of the late stage of Qi training is at the age of 14.

This represents the hope of breaking through the foundation building before the age of 30, when the vitality and blood are at their peak.

There is an extra [-]% chance of success out of thin air. If you can join the sect, you can get a foundation-building pill in exchange.

There is more than [-]% certainty of a breakthrough, plus the support of the sect's foundation-building secret method.

There is a full [-]% chance of success in foundation building.

Once successful, one's life will be extended by one period and one can immediately obtain the position of an elder in the sect.

It can protect the family's prosperity for hundreds of years.

At this time, thinking that as disciples of the sect, I and others were only in the middle stage of Qi training and were still unable to make progress. Looking at Zhu Houcong's slightly childish face, I couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

"Thanks to the mercy of the ancestor, I was lucky enough to succeed."

Zhu Houcong stood in front of Xie Baoshu and replied.

"What a fluke? It's just a narrow escape!"

Only those who have truly practiced the method of resolving calamities know how difficult it is to achieve such an achievement.

Xie Baoshu looked at Zhu Houcong with eyes full of regret.

Zhu Houcong also knew it in his heart.

After all, facing the siege of three people yesterday, Zhu Houcong's own cultivation level only increased by an imperceptible amount.

It is conceivable that if you want to make progress like the Ming Dynasty, you may have to build a foundation or even kill the old monster of the pill formation.

But... no one would have thought of it.

The versions we play are different.

The evaluation criteria for the difficulty of disasters are different in each world.

Only then did Zhu Houcong realize that the calamity-resolving method had benefited him much more than he had imagined.

(End of this chapter)