"So you don't know, brother. Those Rogue Cultivators are like vicious dogs, snatching food wherever they go. What they're after are blessed lands, Daoist Grounds, immortal herbs, and Spirit Medicine... With those fellows prowling around here, I'm afraid they've set their sights on this Daoist Grounds!"
As it turned out, besides its great and illustrious sects, this "Immortal Realm" had hundreds of small and midsized sects. Beyond them were even more Rogue Cultivators who traveled in groups of three or five.
These people were much like Tang Changsheng had once been. But in this world, wherever there were Spirit Veins, deities held sway, making it hard to find Daoist Grounds where they could settle and practice.
They often had no choice but to burrow into barren mountains and treacherous waters or brave the wind and waves overseas. What they wanted most was to seize Daoist Grounds of their own.
Tang Changsheng had the ability to transform objects and give them form, allowing him to perform Ritual Refinement on his own Dharma Money and Ritual Food. That was why he had found it so easy to befriend a local power like Fang Xin and take this Daoist Grounds.
Most Rogue Cultivators, however, had no such ability...
After all, the people of this world knew that money could make ghosts turn millstones. They also knew how important such arts were. Usually, only the great sects possessed them, and they kept a tight monopoly rather than letting them spread!
"So these two Hemp-Robed Daoists came with ill intentions? They've set their sights on this place?"
"Almost certainly!" Fang Xin considered himself and Tang Changsheng grasshoppers tied to the same rope. He had been burning with anxiety over the matter.
But when he saw Tang Changsheng's unruffled expression, he relaxed a little. Even so,