Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

Chapter 132: Man Xiu

"It's a long story. Why is Yuan Xiao not here?" Luo Shan glanced around and was surprised to see that Yuan Xiao was not among them.

"My former brother's corpse puppet disappeared in the Donglin Secret Realm. He is currently refining a new corpse puppet to improve its cultivation level, so he cannot come to the Wuwang Sea."

Yu Feng came out and explained the reason.

"By the way, do you know about the Absolute Spirit Realm in the Wuwang Sea?"

"I only know one thing. If you want to get information, you can go out to sea or go to the guest house."

"Luo Shan, good! In just two or three years, you have advanced from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage." A gratified voice came, and the cultivators following the corpse puppet made way for him.

Elder Gu came out, checked Luo Shan's body with his consciousness, nodded, and the smile on his face gradually widened.

"Hahahaha, your Corpse Puppet Tribe has produced a genius." The elder of the Gu Tribe who walked out of the Teleportation Hall laughed.

"The Saintess of your Gu Clan is not bad either. I heard that she has a good relationship with the female cultivator with ice spiritual roots from the Wuji Sect." Gu Yue smiled faintly.

"Young man, it's time to make some like-minded friends." The elder of the Gu tribe stroked his long beard that was half black and half white. Although he was hunched over, his eyes were extremely sharp.

“I won’t say any more. I’m going to go to Wuwang Sea first to take a look at the Absolute Spirit Realm that has been silent for ten thousand years. Fellow Daoist Gu, do you want to go with me?” The elder of the Gu Clan said as his figure disappeared on the spot.

Luo Shan felt that in the blink of an eye, the old man in black robe and hunched over had disappeared.

Gu Yue snorted coldly, turned around and told everyone: "I will go and take a look first, you wait in the city for me to send a message."

He didn't know what the old man from the Gu tribe was planning!

"Yes, Elder." The cultivator of the Corpse Puppet Clan responded.

After the two elders left, Luo Shan led hundreds of corpse puppet monks to the Louke Building, saying as he walked:

“Yu Feng, I don’t know much about the Absolute Spirit Realm, but it is said to be very dangerous there.”

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the Absolute Soul Realm was a subsidiary realm of the Four Directions Realm. Those who cultivated there to the Golden Core would ascend to this realm. Later, for some unknown reason, the spiritual power of that realm slowly dissipated. Later, it had no spiritual power, so it was renamed the Absolute Soul Realm."

Luo Shan told Bai Yue some things he heard from him about the Realm of Absolute Spirits.

The group of corpse puppet monks behind him looked at the stalls on both sides curiously. The costumes of the Southern Xinjiang corpse puppets attracted the attention of all the monks in the city.

As luck would have it, when Luo Shan and his companions were heading towards the Shuoke Tower, they ran into Li Shu from the Qingyun Sect.

There were several Qingyun Sect cultivators around Li Shu. When they saw Luo Shan and his gang, their faces all became interesting.

The female cultivator who was "blackmailed" of spiritual stones by Luo San before shuddered and sent a message to Li Shu:

"Brother Li, there are so many corpse puppet monks here. I don't think I can help you with the matter you proposed before. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, he walked away quickly without looking back, for fear of being stopped by Li Shu.

Li Shu looked at Luo Shan, who was walking in the front, and the hundreds of Foundation Establishment Corpse Puppet Monks behind him. He swallowed and sent a message to several fellow disciples around him:

"Everyone, I just had some minor conflicts with Luo San before, so I will be magnanimous and not make a fuss about it. Otherwise, if I tell others, people who don't know will think that I, a monk from Dongyue, bully people from Southern Xinjiang on my own territory."

Several Qingyun Sect disciples around him: "..."

A few people looked at Luo San's group, nodded, and turned and left.

Yu Feng and other Southern Xinjiang monks frowned when they saw the dozen or so monks in front of them who were wearing sect uniforms and looked at them. Then they ran away as if their butts were on fire.

"Why did they run away? Are our Southern Xinjiang cultivators so scary?" A female cultivator with corpse puppets behind him said unhappily.

"I don't know. Maybe."

Luo Shan raised his eyebrows, and then continued to lead his people towards the Louke Building.

The Persuaders' Building was filled with cultivators from the city. After all, in the past six months, countless cultivators had rushed to Wuwang City from other places. Some of the impatient ones had already gone to Wuwang Sea. The cultivators in the city who wanted to know about the situation on Wuwang Sea naturally had to come to the Persuaders' Building.

Although some of the information the lobbyist said was ambiguous, in order to sell the news, he would also reveal some of the recent events in Wuwang Sea to stimulate the listeners below.

"When you enter the building, just listen. If you hear some news about the Wuwang Sea that can be purchased with spirit stones, ignore it." Luo Shan reminded.

"Why?" Yu Feng was puzzled.

“Because you probably can’t afford it.”

Luo Shan admitted that resources in southern Xinjiang were scarce, and the spiritual stones on the bodies of the foundation-building cultivators might not be as many as those on the bodies of the late-stage Qi-refining cultivators like Dong Yue.

"It's just some information. How many spirit stones can it cost?" someone frowned.

"I will go and buy information about the Absolute Spirit Realm first. The lobbyist will offer one hundred thousand spirit stones." Luo Shan said lightly, glancing at the man who had just spoken.

The man's originally disdainful face suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and he looked as if he had heard it wrongly:

"How much... how much?"

Did he hear it wrong? One hundred thousand spirit stones? Why not go and rob them?

"One hundred thousand spirit stones." Luo Shan repeated.

"So expensive?" Is this information so worth spirit stones? Can he also do this business?

Thinking that there was only a little over a thousand spirit stones in his storage bag, the male cultivator fell silent.

"Luo Shan, how do you know it costs 100,000 spirit stones? Have you asked?" Yu Feng asked curiously.

Luo Shan paused for a moment and changed the subject: "You just arrived in Wuwang City. You are leaving the city tonight to open up a cave. There are no vacant courtyards or restaurant rooms in the city."

"We have anticipated this. We can sleep in coffins at night, right on the main street in the city. It won't take up much space."

As he said this, one leg had already stepped into the lobbyist's building. The shopkeeper, who was standing opposite the stairs, happened to hear these words. He was stunned and looked at the corpse puppet monks from Southern Xinjiang who were rushing in, and his mouth twitched.

He could already anticipate what a strange scene the city streets would be like tonight.

Luo Shan didn't know what to say for a moment, but when she thought about how the Dongyue monks had always called them barbarians, she began to understand a little.

"My fellow Taoists, the seats on the first floor are full. How about I open three private rooms on the second floor for you?" The shopkeeper collected his thoughts and immediately put on a smile.

"Is it full?" Yu Feng turned his head and took a look, and saw that there were indeed quite a few people sitting at each table.

"How much is the box?"

"One hundred spirit stones per room." The shopkeeper still spoke with a smile.

"One hundred spirit stones?" Yu Feng's voice suddenly rose. His hand touching the storage bag paused, his eyes rolled, and he said:

"No, although there are no seats, we brought our own stools so we can squeeze in."

As he said this, he took off the black iron coffin from his waist, released his spiritual power directly, and made a mark, which fell on the aisle.

"Yu Feng, let me squeeze in with you. Your black iron coffin can hold ten people."