Why Hasn't Anyone Made a Move Yet?

Mr. Zhang, who was standing to the side, nodded repeatedly. "Lian Niang is right. You should go back first thing tomorrow morning."

Zhang Xunye looked around. Their makeshift house was already built. He had just planned to go to the spirit field with his family tomorrow, but now that his family was urging him, he felt a little anxious.

After all, there were fifty of them who started together.

Does anyone know if there are that many tasks?

Zhang Xunye then picked up his bowl, took a sip of the soup on the table, and nodded emphatically, saying, "Alright, I'll go back tomorrow and get to work on the mission!"

Mr. Zhang then gave a few more words of advice. "Once you've taken on a task, you must put your heart into it and do it carefully. If you do that and gain the appreciation of the person in charge, you won't be lacking in tasks like others in the future."

"I understand."

While Zhang Xunye's family is not the only one facing such a situation, it represents the situation for most families.

Lower-level cultivators all experience resource shortages to varying degrees, some urgent and some less so. But today, these long-standing shortages seem to have suddenly found a way to be addressed.

This made the fifty households feel even more certain that they had made the right choice in coming here.

So this is what it feels like to have a sect.

This is different from hearsay and also different from what I've seen of other sect disciples on a daily basis.

This time, they experienced it firsthand.

Although the sect doesn't look very grand and there seem to be very few people, and the elders and managers don't look like the kind of otherworldly elders, the benefits they provide are exactly what each of them needs.

Not to mention, it can also bring blessings to one's family.

Other sects may have similar practices, but they certainly wouldn't treat people with their level of cultivation and talent as this.

Just as these newcomers and their families were immersed in the joy of the benefits of the new sect and the anticipation of a life under the sect's protection, outside the outermost defensive array of the Lingxian Sect Sect's pseudo-base, many figures were hiding in the night, spying on this new sect.

Many of these people were those who failed to pass the assessment and join the sect today. They pretended to leave, but in reality, they lingered and hesitated in the distance.

Perhaps they were unwilling to accept it, or perhaps they wanted to find some other opportunities.

Some people came from other factions to observe and investigate after hearing the news.

And some are harboring ulterior motives and plotting something wicked.

In short, all sorts of things.

"Why hasn't anyone made a move yet?"

At this moment, Mo Yuanjiao was sitting cross-legged on a Dashu on the mountaintop, resting his chin on one hand and watching the figures on the outside through the darkness.

Under the tree, there was Ling Hui, who was leaning against the trunk with his sword in his arms, resting with his eyes closed.

Hearing Mo Yuanjiao's words, Ling Hui didn't even open his eyes and casually replied, "Maybe they're waiting for someone to stand up for them."

Mo Yuanjiao listened and began to think seriously, "How long are they going to wait? Maybe we should create a scapegoat for them, and deal with them sooner so we can finish this sooner."

Xuanyuan Haoyue had mentioned before that once they officially opened for recruitment, even those without a reputation would attract a lot of attention, including those who would come to sign up.

They need to be more vigilant in these areas.

Fortunately, because he is not famous enough, he will not attract the attention of any major sects or great cultivators, so there is no need to be too nervous.

There have been people around me these past few days.

At that time, they were still recruiting, and because the fake base only occupied a mountain, it didn't attract many people.

The reason there are so many people today is because the assessment is over. Some of the people who came to take the assessment are still lingering because they are unwilling to give up, and others are because those who failed the assessment took back various messages, which attracted the attention of some people.

However, they had conducted risk assessments beforehand and discussed these matters with the Yuan Household.

The final conclusion was that, given their current size, having Golden Core cultivator in charge was basically enough to handle the situation.

High-level cultivators look down on this scale, and they also look down on the supplies needed to feed a few dozen low-level cultivators.

Who would go to great lengths to attack a sect for no reason?

Even the smallest sect is still far superior to a lone cultivator. First of all, sects all have their own defensive formations.

Even if the foundation is insufficient and the formation is not strong, it is not easy to break. If it were so easy for someone with only Foundation Establishment or Core Formation cultivation to break the formation with a wave of their hand, then what would be the point of raising a banner and establishing a sect?

Just bury him in the ground and let him play in the mud.

Hearing Mo Yuanjiao's words, Ling Hui opened his eyes in disbelief. He straightened up from leaning against the tree trunk and asked, "What do I do?"

Mo Yuanjiao gestured forward with his chin. "Let's disguise ourselves as low-level cultivators, then go down to a crowded place and shout 'Kill!' We'll lead them to charge our defensive array together, so we can legitimately suppress them. What do you think?"

"Not good." Ling Hui leaned back casually against the tree. "Sister Yue said we just need to observe from the sidelines. As long as those people don't make a move, we don't need to do anything."

"You can't just listen to her like that, or we'll have to keep watch here every night." Mo Yuanjiao used his Spiritual Power again to kill all the mosquitoes around him. "I'm so annoyed by these mosquitoes."

This was already the fifth, sixth, seventh, or eighth time he had killed mosquitoes tonight.

Ling Hui found it a bit strange. "We have Spiritual Power protecting us, so mosquitoes can't bite us at all. Why are you bothered by them?"

"They don't bite, but it's so annoying to hear them," Mo Yuanjiao, shaking the tree branch above his head listlessly. "I hate it when mosquitoes buzz around nearby; it makes me feel nauseous just hearing it."

"Will you do it or not?" he asked again.

"No way," Ling Hui replied decisively.

"Ling Hui, although you are young, you have already cultivated to become a Foundation Establishment cultivator. You should have your own opinions and not always listen to others." Mo Yuanjiao tried to persuade him patiently.

"Since Sister Yue arranged this, of course I'll do as she says." Ling Hui paused, then continued, "Of course I have my own opinions, but not everything requires my opinion. Sister Yue has already made her decision on this matter, and there are no problems so far, so I'll just follow her advice."

This argument made a lot of sense, Mo Yuanjiao was convinced.

Whether he intends to take it to heart and agree with it is unclear.

In the latter half of the night, many families at the foot of the mountain had finished their daily cultivation and other activities and gone to rest. However, the outermost defensive array was attacked after everyone had fallen asleep.

The explosions from the attack were loud up close, lasting only two or three times before ceasing, but from a distance they sounded like background noise in an ordinary person's dream.

But those who had spent years struggling at the bottom of the Immortal Cultivation Realm would not forget the days of caution they had lived just because they had joined a sect for only a day. This not-so-loud sound was enough to wake them from their sleep.