Chapter 65 Dare to steal my mud?

The northern outskirts of Qingyun City.

Yellow dust filled the sky, and heat waves rolled across the land.

Xue Kuang, the Sect Leader of the Blood Sword Sect, was leading three thousand elite Sword Cultivators brimming with Killing Intent, grandly marching toward the north of the city.

"Sect Leader, the dilapidated courtyard emitting Immortal Qi is just ahead!" an Elder pointed at the distant dust, his eyes filled with greed. "As long as we seize this unclaimed Spiritual Vein, our Blood Sword Sect can leap to become a top-tier sect in the Eastern Desolation!"

Xue Kuang drew the crimson heavy sword from his back, which had tasted countless lives, and laughed wildly at the sky:

"Hahahaha! Destiny is with the Blood Sword Sect! By my command, whether they are Mortals or Loose Cultivators ahead, kill them all! Leave not even a single brick behind! This territory and the spiritual soil within it are all ours!"

Three thousand Sword Cultivators, like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, howled as they charged into the northern outskirts' wasteland.

However, when they cleared the dust and saw the scene before them, they all involuntarily stopped in their tracks, stunned.

There was no ethereal Spiritual Vein treasure land as imagined, nor any earth-shattering treasure arrays.

What met their eyes was a super Mortal construction site so massive that its end was nowhere in sight.

Tens of thousands of laborers, dressed in coarse cloth tunics and covered in mud, were pushing wheelbarrows and carrying heavy logs, sweating profusely under the scorching sun. Around them, rows of sturdy blue-brick high walls had already been erected.

"Sect Leader, this... this seems to be a Mortal mason's construction site?" The Elder was somewhat dumbfounded.

Xue Kuang's face turned cruel as he sneered, "Who cares what kind of site it is! A bunch of reckless Mortal laborers dare to break ground on our Spiritual Vein? Slaughter them all and take over this camp!"

"Yes!"

An impatient Blood Sword Sect Protector gripped his longsword and arrogantly charged toward the nearest mud pit.

Beside the mud pit, Lei Mingzi, the Mahayana Stage Grand Elder, was wearing a tattered straw hat, his expression incredibly focused.

Holding an iron trowel, he was extremely carefully mixing a basin of yellow mud that had just been proportioned.

"So perfect... this blending of water and earth, this Dao charm of Yin and Yang harmony..." Lei Mingzi looked at the thick sludge in the basin with a dazed gaze, as if he were looking at a peerless Immortal Artifact. He felt his stagnant Dao take another massive step forward.

Just then.

"Bang!"

The Blood Sword Sect Protector stepped forward and arrogantly kicked over the mud basin in front of Lei Mingzi!

The meticulously prepared "Great Dao Yellow Mud" instantly spilled all over the ground.

"Old dog! Are you blind? Didn't you see the Blood Sword Sect army arrive?!" The Protector pointed his sword at Lei Mingzi's nose and cursed loudly. "Get lost right now! This territory and this mud have all been requisitioned by my Blood Sword Sect!"

Silence.

The construction site, which had been bustling with activity, instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Tens of thousands of "masons" from the Zixiao Holy Land all stopped their work and slowly turned their heads, staring fixedly at these three thousand uninvited guests with extremely eerie, even somewhat crazed eyes.

Lei Mingzi stared blankly at the yellow mud spilled on the ground, his hands beginning to tremble violently.

He kicked over my mud.

He kicked over the supreme Dao that I have been painstakingly comprehending! And he wants to snatch away the Fortuitous Construction Site bestowed upon us by the Young Master!!

Lei Mingzi's cloudy old eyes instantly turned blood-red, and the veins on his forehead bulged like angry Dragons!

"You... you dare steal my mud?! You dare sever the Zixiao Holy Land's Opportunity for cultivation?!"

Lei Mingzi suddenly grabbed the iron trowel from the ground and let out a shrill and violent roar toward the sky:

"Brothers of the Zixiao Holy Land! Someone wants to smash our rice bowls! Someone wants to steal our Great Dao Bricks! Grab your tools and kill these sons of bitches!!!"

"Boom—!"

Tens of thousands of former Central Continent elites, Soul Transformation old monsters, and Void Returning powerhouses—their eyes turned completely red!

To them, this construction site was now the most sacred Holy Land for cultivation in the myriad worlds. Every brick contained a Peak trial, and every handful of mud hid a chance for Immortal Ascension.

And now, this bunch of Sword Cultivators who appeared out of nowhere actually said they were going to requisition their mud?!

How the hell could they endure this?!

"You dare steal my bricks! I'll fight you to the death!"

A True Disciple at the Peak of the Void Returning Stage, although his Spiritual Qi was sealed, still possessed his terrifying Physical Body strength tempered through a thousand refinements. He directly grabbed a roof beam weighing several thousand catties with one hand and swung it like a windmill, smashing it fiercely toward the Blood Sword Sect crowd!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Over a dozen Blood Sword Sect Disciples didn't even let out a scream before they were smashed by the beam, their bones shattered and tendons snapped as they were sent flying, vomiting blood.

"My Great Dao Yellow Mud! Give me your life!"

Lei Mingzi was like a crazed hen protecting its chicks. Though he had no Spiritual Qi, his Mahayana Stage physical speed was as fast as lightning. He lunged in front of the Protector who had kicked the mud basin, and the iron trowel in his hand struck the opponent's face with a sonic boom that tore through the air!

"Slap!"

The Protector's teeth sprayed out along with blood. He spun seventy or eighty times in mid-air before crashing heavily into a nearby manure pit, passing out on the spot.

Xue Kuang, the Sect Leader of the Blood Sword Sect, was completely bewildered.

These are fucking Mortal laborers?! What kind of Mortal swings a several-thousand-catty beam with one hand?! What kind of old man can shatter a Foundation Establishment Stage Protector's Protective Aura with a rusty trowel?!

"Form an array! Unsheathe your Flying Swords! Kill them!" Xue Kuang was terrified and frantically circulated the Golden Core Spiritual Qi within his body.

Three thousand blood swords emitting Evil Qi soared into the sky.

However, what greeted them was an even more frenzied "rain of construction tools."

"Take a shovel from me!"

"Witness my Mighty Heavenly Dragon Mud-Mixing Shovel!"

Tens of thousands of red-eyed Body Cultivator powerhouses brandished shovels, trowels, and bricks, instantly submerging the three thousand Blood Sword Sect Disciples like a black tsunami.

Those so-called blood swords that could cut through iron like mud were directly smashed into scrap metal by the hard shovels. Those proud sword techniques didn't even make a splash in the face of absolute physical suppression and numerical advantage.

In less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn.

The battle was over.

...

Half an hour later.

Lin Yuan led Xiao Yuer by the hand, carrying two bags of freshly bought Osmanthus Cakes, and slowly walked back to the north of the city along the main street.

Just as he reached the edge of the construction site, Lin Yuan was stunned.

On the outer wall scaffolding that had been somewhat short-staffed, three thousand bruised and swollen Cultivators in black sword uniforms were now densely tied up.

They were hung upside down from the wooden frames in an extremely humiliating manner, each with a rag stuffed in their mouth. Beneath them, tens of thousands of old monsters from the Zixiao Holy Land were using them as "human pulley blocks," pulling ropes to transport blue bricks onto the city wall with extreme efficiency.

Xue Kuang, the Sect Leader of the Blood Sword Sect, had it the worst. With a rope tied around his neck by Lei Mingzi, he was pulling a cart full of yellow mud like a hardworking old ox, tears streaming down his face.

"Foreman Lei, what's going on?" Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, looking at Lei Mingzi, who ran over drenched in sweat to claim credit.

Lei Mingzi took off his tattered straw hat and bowed with extreme respect and pride:

"Reporting to Lord Overseer! Just now, a group of blind, wicked forces tried to forcibly seize our site's construction Materials and sabotage your great expansion plan, my Lord!"

"But please rest assured, my Lord! These scoundrels have all been suppressed by us! Seeing that they are quite robust, this old man incorporated them into the Suicide Transport Team to let them pull carts and move bricks—recycling waste, so to speak!"

Lin Yuan looked at Xue Kuang being used as a beast of burden, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

In the time it took him to take his Disciple out for a candied hawthorn, this local bully of Qingyun City had been forcibly conscripted by these old monsters from the Central Continent?

"You did well."

Lin Yuan nodded in satisfaction and casually tossed a bag of Osmanthus Cakes to Lei Mingzi. "Keep it up. If the construction is completed ahead of schedule, I'll give you two extra buns at the end of the year."

"Thank you for the reward, my Lord! Long live the Lord!"

Lei Mingzi held that bag of Mortal Osmanthus Cakes, moved to tears as if he were holding a supreme Immortal Pill. He turned and roared toward the construction site:

"Brothers, did you hear that?! The Lord praised us! Work harder and use these Blood Sword Sect brats like oxen! Let's strive to eat two more buns by the end of the year!"

"Roar!"

A burst of fanatical cheering erupted from the construction site. Would the two buns mentioned by this big shot be ordinary buns? It was impossible even to think so!

Lin Yuan led Xiao Yuer by the hand, shook his head helplessly, and walked back to his own quiet courtyard.

This life of seclusion in the Mortal World seemed even more lively than in the Immortal Palace.