245: Chapter 245 The Evil Waters Sweep Away All Tribes!

The situation returned to stability, everything as usual, progressing steadily.

After the Golden Crocodile submitted, it soon informed Shi Jian about the intelligence of the other three regions of the Evil Water Marsh. All three sides had Golden Core Yao Beasts presiding over them.

The Southern Region is home to the Dragon-Python Race.

It occupies three Rank 3 High Grade Spiritual Veins, as well as many other Rank 3 Spiritual Veins and various Spiritual Lands. Its water area is the most extensive, and its Spiritual Qi is the most abundant.

Within the clan, there are three Golden Core Dragon-Pythons. The Southern water system connects with the Boundless Sea, and it is rumored that they are of the Bloodline of the Dragon race in the sea.

The Dragon-Python Race alone possesses three Golden Cores.

Moreover, behind them, it may involve the Dragon tribes in the Boundless Sea. This was not unexpected; it shows that the various Yao Races and sea beasts in the Boundless Sea also have ideas about the Human Race's Xuanling Continent.

Otherwise, they would not have arranged for a lineage to inhabit this place.

Among the three dragons, the leader is called the Poison Dragon King. He has cultivated for over six hundred years and is a Rank 7 Yao Beast...

Comparable to a Human Race Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator!

This dragon is born with a poison body, its whole body is highly toxic, having tasted all the poisons in the world. Even its blood is purple-black; if you touch a drop of its flesh, you will turn into pus.

The other two are: the Red-Scaled Dragon, a Rank 5 Yao Beast proficient in melee combat, possessing infinite strength.

There is also one called the Azure Ripple Dragon, also a Rank 5 Yao Beast, proficient in water-type entanglement fighting.

Three Golden Core Dragon-Pythons, plus a large number of Foundation Establishment pythons and water dragons, form the most powerful Yao Beast force in the Evil Water Marsh.

This is the Southern Region, followed by the Western Region of the Evil Water Marsh.

The Western Region is ruled by the Canglan Turtle Race.

The Canglan Turtle: Wanxiang, is the most senior one in this Evil Water Marsh. He has cultivated for eight hundred years and is a Rank 6 Yao Beast. His cultivation is neither high nor low, but he holds a natural blessed land in his hands.

Among the turtle lineage's great yao, there are nearly a hundred at the Foundation Establishment stage.

However, having lived for eight hundred years only to advance to a Rank 6 Yao Beast, this clearly means either his Bloodline is insufficient or resources are scarce.

But conversely, being able to survive for eight hundred years in such a poor mountain and evil water environment itself shows that this old turtle is not simple.

Having lived for so many years, even if it were an old turtle, it would have become a spirit long ago.

And finally, there is the Eastern Region.

This place is the Dark Water Bee Race, ruling over various insect branches. The Clan Chief, the Dark Water Bee Queen: Ming Shui, is a Rank 5 Yao Beast who rose in the same generation as the Golden Crocodile...

The characteristic of the insect branch is not in individual combat power, but in quantity.

Under the Bee Queen, there are nearly two hundred bee soldiers above the Foundation Establishment stage alone, and the Rank 1 Qi Refining bee yao number in the thousands!

The entire Evil Water Marsh, four major forces, five Golden Core Yao Beasts.

If the Golden Crocodile is included, there are six.

The Dragon-Python side occupies three alone, and the remaining three sides have one each, presenting a pattern of three weak and one strong, thus forming a balance.

Shi Jian went over this game of chess in his mind.

The Dragon-Python is the strongest and must be left for last.

The turtle and insect branches are not difficult to deal with individually, but if the three families join forces, with five Golden Core beasts gathered together, it would be a bit troublesome.

However, fortunately, these races do not see eye to eye.

The Dragon-Python Race has always considered itself the hegemon of the Evil Water Marsh, and every few decades, it squeezes the territories of the Crocodile, Insect, and Turtle families.

The old turtle Wanxiang shrinks in the west, managing his own small acre of land, playing dumb for hundreds of years, always living his own life.

The Dark Water Bee Queen: Ming Shui, that female insect, is even harder to get along with. She has a heartless nature and will even eat her own larvae if she finds them unsightly.

Usually, they ignore each other, but if an external enemy comes, the various parties will show an intention to cooperate. As for how deep the cooperation is, it is hard to say.

Among Yao Beasts, after all, there is no such thing as fighting against a common enemy, but the old yao who have lived for hundreds of years still understand the four words "when the lips are gone, the teeth are cold."

The Northern Region has fallen into the hands of outsiders, and the remaining three families likely cannot ignore it.

The question is—

How will they react? Will they join forces to resist? Or will they harbor ulterior motives?

Sun Chengzhu also knew a thing or two about the overall situation of the Evil Water Marsh. He had been frowning for the past few days, thinking about how to break the deadlock.

"Five Golden Core Yao Beasts..."

He counted on his fingers: Shi Jian, the Golden Crocodile, and himself. Plus, Daoist Yun Du is far away in Ming Prefecture and cannot easily move, so there are only three Golden Cores here.

Three against five is not advantageous.

Moreover, the Poison Dragon King is a Rank 7 Yao Beast, which is the most troublesome.

A Rank 7 great yao, if it really fights for its life, Shi Jian may not be able to win quickly. Once dragged into a war of attrition, the direction of the remaining four Golden Core Yao Beasts will become a variable.

Sun Chengzhu knew that Shi Jian was very strong, but he always had a question mark in his heart about just how strong, and he did not dare to guarantee that Shi Jian would win.

"Forget it, there is no need to rush."

"First, digest the Northern Region completely, and take care of the rest slowly."

Sun Chengzhu felt settled in his heart. As a Sword Cultivator, he would never be indecisive or hesitant. Since he had already come.

Even in the face of all kinds of difficulties, he could still forge ahead!

The next few years.

White Cloud Temple put all its energy into the development and construction of the Northern Region. The changes over the years can only be described in four words: earth-shaking, changing the sun and moon!

Ever since the Northern Region of the Evil Water Marsh was pacified.

Once the news spread back to Ming Prefecture, the Foundation Establishment families under the rule of White Cloud Temple could not sit still, and various actions occurred frequently.

The Northern Region of the Evil Water Marsh opened up three Rank 3 Spiritual Veins, as well as a large area of ownerless land, waiting for various forces to occupy it.

When this news spread in the cultivation world, it was like throwing a piece of meat on the ground. Everyone or force that claimed to have some power wanted to come and take a bite.

The first batch to relocate were eight Foundation Establishment small families.

They brought their families, young and old, squeezed into the cargo hold of the flying boat, traveled for half a month, and arrived in the Northern Region.

Without time to settle their businesses, the top priority was to grab land first.

Whoever arrives first, occupies first.

The rules are that simple.

Of course, that was an organized occupation.

Sun Chengzhu had long ago divided the Northern Region into thirty-six territories according to the direction of the Spiritual Veins and the terrain, numbered them, and marked their grades.

The branches near the Rank 3 Spiritual Veins were Grade A, with abundant Spiritual Qi and the highest quality, but the area was the smallest, with only a few plots.

Grade B was slightly worse, but the advantage was that the territory was spacious. There were thirty-two plots, all of which were Spiritual Lands gathered by Rank 2 spiritual veins. The remaining Grade C was the wasteland on the periphery.

The Spiritual Qi was thin, but the area was large enough, and only Rank 1 Spiritual Veins existed.

If one wanted to restore production, one could only think of ways to divert water and improve the soil. After ten or eight years, it could be used.

"Grade A territory is preferentially allocated to families who have made contributions in the military expedition."

Sun Chengzhu's allocation plan was clean and efficient.

"Grade B territory will be exchanged according to Sect merits."

"Finally, for Grade C territory, it is first come, first served, but a rental fee of Spirit Stones must be paid."

After this set of rules was introduced, although the families complained, they were basically convinced.

You want good territory?

Fine, pay with your life. The families that suffered the heaviest casualties during the last development of the Northern Region directly received the best Grade A and Grade B plots.

Didn't contribute?

Honestly, go line up and grab Grade C. Being able to occupy a piece of land first is already not bad.

The first year was still a rough start.

The families circled their land, and the residences of all parties were extremely simple, or they just found a barren mountain to dig a hole, set up a defensive Formation, and that counted as taking root.

But by the second year, the appearance was completely different.

The first to change was the area around the largest Spiritual Lake.

Many Foundation Establishment families moved earth by the lake, started to build houses, build workshops, pave roads, and even one Family surnamed Fang directly drove piles into the lake and built a water pavilion.

They started the inn business.

As the place was continuously developed, there would only be more and more people, and there had to be a place to stay and rest.

The Clan Chief of this Fang Family was a shrewd person who knew how to do business. He smiled with a shrewd look, and his two eyeballs rolled around.

He looked at everything as if looking at Spirit Stones, and wanted to evaluate the value at any time.

In recent years, he has been constantly making friends with White Cloud Temple.

Perhaps others did not see any clues, but the people of the Sun and Zhao Families saw it very clearly. This Fang Family clearly wanted to merge into White Cloud Temple.

It was even faintly showing the intention of wanting to build a bridge with the Old Ancestor and seek refuge.

The following three years.

The number of Foundation Establishment families that moved in skyrocketed from eight to twenty-six. With more people, the prototype of the market town appeared.

The south bank of the Spiritual Lake was forcibly flattened by the Cultivators.

After filling and tamping the soil, rows of stone houses rose from the ground.

Saying they were stone houses, the materials were actually quite particular. The main body was special spiritual bricks made of Spirit Stone mining slag mixed with mud, which was sturdy and durable, and could also absorb a small amount of Spiritual Qi.

The front street of the market sold Medicinal Pills and Spiritual Materials, the back street did Talisman and Magical Artifact additions, and the main road in the middle was wide enough for three Spirit Beast carts to run side by side.

By the fourth year.

The skeleton of an Immortal City had already taken shape.

Of course, calling it an "Immortal City" was an overstatement. Compared with White Cloud Immortal City, this place was as shabby as a countryside market town.

The city walls were also gradually built, looking a bit crooked as a whole, extending for more than ten miles, and the height was uneven.

But some sections were built neatly and cleanly, obviously from the hands of an experienced Formation Master; some places, well...

It looked like a few small families had gathered people to build it randomly.

Although the overall appearance was simple, it had all the necessary facilities.

The city had a Law Enforcement Hall, a market management office, a branch of the Medicinal Pill Pavilion, and Spirit Beast pens, all kinds of facilities were complete.

Sun Chengzhu gave this new city a name.

It was named: Fengshui City!

It took the meaning of a bumper harvest and also secretly matched the Spiritual Lake at the core of the Northern Region.

The name was simple, but the meaning was good.

The Human Race Cultivators were busy building houses and circling land. When the sacrifice was completed, the Mortals followed. After all, no matter how extraordinary the cultivation world was, the operation of the bottom layer still had to rely on Mortals.

Cultivators could fly and escape, move mountains and fill seas with a flick of their fingers, but many trivial tasks still had to be done by Mortals.

Qi Refining Cultivators, although they were at the bottom, didn't the bottom layer also need to be served by those even lower?

Small Qi Refining Cultivators, don't look at them as nothing.

But a Cultivator is a Cultivator. In the eyes of Mortals, they are also Master Cultivators, and they are also the ones who dominate their fate.

The strong exploit the weak, and the weak wield swords at those who are even weaker.

By the fifth year.

Fengshui City had already taken shape. A large number of Loose Cultivators and small families arrived one after another, and the Human Race Cultivators soon numbered in the tens of thousands.

Mortals increased day by day, towns were constantly built, fertile fields were constantly opened up, and trade also flourished!