Chapter 2: Qinglin Town's Immortal Master

  "It's just that the methods of my family's immortal master are not something you can comprehend!"

  The Guardian leader slightly raised his chest, with a proud look, indeed the current Qinglin Town is absolutely the place where countless Yellow Turbans yearn for in their dreams.

  "Wu Zhong, don't be rude! Since General Guan Hai doesn't believe it, you can just take care of your body and it will be clear at a glance. Alright, you all take good care of General Guan Hai!"

  After finishing speaking, Zhang Xu waved his hand and although he was tempted by Guan Yu, this great general, he knew that now was not the time. Although he had saved his life before, his heart was slightly shaken, but he had to plan carefully.

  "Senior Xianshi, I bid you farewell!"

  With a wave of his hand, Wu Zhong led the guards coldly and said: "General Guan Hai, please!"

  "Alright, I'll just focus on recovering my health for now and see what tricks you have up your sleeve!"

  With a slight bow, Guan Hai didn't say much and followed Wu Zhong and the guards down.

  "Alas!"

  After everyone left, Zhang Xu smiled wryly to himself. He was originally a modern society cultivator who pursued the path of immortality. Perhaps due to his innate talent, despite having no teacher, he managed to cultivate essence and blood in that declining era of the modern world, reaching the initial stage of refining essence into energy.

  However, modern society is after all in the era of decline of the Dharma, so there is no progress. Zhang Xu naturally would not give up easily. He studied countless Taoist scriptures, Buddhist sutras and other schools of thought, and unexpectedly researched a more ingenious method that can gather the power of incense and faith. However, modern society lacks faith, and although he established a system in a small mountain village and experimented successfully, before he truly embarked on the path of rapid cultivation, he suffered an unexpected disaster, and his soul actually traversed to this era of great chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty.

  Fortunately, Zhang Xu didn't take it to heart. As an orphan, he had no attachments and was instead filled with the thick heavenly energy of this era, which made him ecstatic. However, Zhang Xu discovered that this era was more brutal than he had imagined. If not for his cultivation of pure blood, he would have barely had any means of self-defense and might have been dragged onto the battlefield to die by the countless Yellow Turbans.

  War, the true cruel war, Zhang Xu had experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, and also saw the strength of the great generals, as well as how deep the water was in this late Han world. The terrifying power of Zhang Jiao's Yellow Turban magic, the ferocity of Liu Guan Zhang and other great generals, all made Zhang Xu feel the danger of this world.

  Moreover, without the benefits of a traverser, Zhang Xu found that in this world, it was extremely difficult to survive. The lack of resources and the mere possession of heavenly energy made it hard to improve his cultivation. After much difficulty, he had managed to slowly build up his own forces in this world, deceiving a group of followers into becoming his disciples, establishing the Qing Lin Town, which could be considered a paradise on earth. However, two years had already passed, and the heroes' struggle for dominance had begun. The benefits before the great chaos had not arrived yet, and Yuan Shao and other powerful lords had become prominent figures. He had to develop carefully, without daring to reveal even a hint of his true intentions. If he were to attract the attention of these powerful lords, all that he had worked hard to establish would be destroyed in an instant.

  Although his strength has also been improved to the middle stage of refining and purifying Qi, the great war at the end of Han Dynasty has also begun. Starting from Huang Jin's siege of Kong Rong in Beihai, Zhang Xu knew that the territory he occupied was actually in Qingzhou. In this place, it will be a major battlefield in the future. Facing Cao Cao, the first great lord Yuan Shao at the beginning of the Three Kingdoms period, how can he stop him?

  After all the hard work he had put in to establish this foundation, he naturally couldn't easily give it up.

  "Who says it's easy for a time-traveler? Who says the people of the late Han Dynasty are easy to fool? This fooling around is really so difficult!"

  Zhang Xu's heart was filled with a mixture of frustration and despair. He had worked hard to establish his current foundation, and he was not willing to give it up easily. The world was already in chaos, and as someone who practiced cultivation, Zhang Xu felt that he was no longer tolerated by the nobles due to his association with Zhang Jiao's rebellion. Leaving this place would make it difficult for him to find a better location, and if he were to go to the desolate wilderness, the population there was sparse, which did not meet his expectations.

  After all, Zhang Xu found that although the heaven and earth's primordial energy was dense at the end of Han Dynasty, the speed of cultivation was far behind his own Xiang Huo Xin Yang system. Moreover, there was no place more suitable for his survival than Qingzhou here. The 12,000-strong Qinglin Town belonged to his subjects, but he couldn't bear to abandon it, as it was his reliance.

  However, the situation is getting worse and worse. Although this place is a remote wilderness, now all the Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou are fleeing in disarray. Moreover, there will be visits from two powerful men in the future. Without the presence of a great general, it would be difficult to protect oneself, let alone expand territory externally. It should be known that this unknown coastal land can barely accommodate so many people and has almost reached its limit.

  Perhaps due to the dense heavenly energy of the late Han Dynasty, Zhang Xu discovered that some records in historical books were true. The ability to lift tripods and defeat thousands of enemies was not a myth or legend, but an actual existence. Even people who were slightly better off and wealthier were physically strong and should not be underestimated.

  In modern society, it's hard to cultivate pure blood, but in this world, cultivating pure blood is only the first step to becoming a martial general. Just like Guan Yu, who was a top-notch martial general, he was the pinnacle of refining and purifying his energy, with strength that could move mountains, yet it wasn't empty or false.

  Moreover, in the late Han Dynasty, there were armies led by great generals and those without great generals. These two types of armies were on different levels. When a great general and his soldiers worked together, the effect was extraordinary. For example, he had personally seen Liu Guan Zhang lead 3,000 soldiers to defeat tens of thousands of Yellow Turban rebels. In Qinglin Town, there was a guard troop of 500 men. If they could have a great general as their commander, their combat effectiveness would be enough for him to feel secure in defending himself.

  Unfortunately, it was too difficult to recruit a great general. After spending a lot of thought and paying a considerable price, Noda spent a month's time refining 21 stealth symbols, rescued Guan Hai, but found that this easiest-to-recruit general was actually the hardest to recruit.

  However, after Zhang Jiao's death, the prestige of Guan Hai in this Qingzhou region was extremely high. He was a person who had led tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans to attack Beihai, and although he was rescued by him, it was not so easy for him to surrender.

  "Alas, it's really hard to capture a great general with this move!"

  He let out a soft sigh, and then Zhang Xu immediately gathered his thoughts and began to do today's homework. He sat cross-legged, with his five hearts facing upwards, and slowly his thoughts drifted away. Then he felt the existence of a virtual channel in the air that was almost imperceptible, dense and intricate, or strong and weak lines, which were slowly connected to his body. Immediately Zhang Xu felt that his spirit was refreshed, and then the rich heavenly energy entered his body...

  The Yellow Turbans besieged Beihai, and Taishi Ci charged out of the heavy siege alone to seek reinforcements. Liu, Guan, and Zhang led their troops to rescue Beihai. The Yellow Turban leader, Guan Hai, was seriously injured by General Guan Yu and disappeared in the chaos. The crisis in Beihai was lifted...

  On the compacted yellow earth path, a robust man was walking with twenty-one guards in armor, their faces tense.

  "A wooden bucket! A wooden bucket for carrying water and rice!"

  "Steamed buns, freshly baked steamed buns!"

  "Look at these fresh vegetables I just picked this morning!"

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  The two sides of the yellow earth path, from time to time, came the sound of peddlers calling out their wares. Although there weren't many peddlers, it gave this robust man a fresh feeling. "How long has it been since I've seen such a scene? The peddlers by the side of the road aren't afraid at all of these guards who are supposed to be protecting this place. This small town may not be big and is even somewhat simple, but this kind of peaceful life is what many Yellow Turbans strive for. Isn't following Great Teacher Liang about pursuing a life like this?"

  This burly man was thinking complicated thoughts in his heart.

  "General Guan Yu, how is Qingmu Town?"

  The leader of the guards, also a sturdy man, but compared to this burly fellow, he was much thinner. At this moment, his face was filled with confident radiance, and he said proudly.

  "May I go out and take a look?"

  This sturdy man was actually Guan Hai, who had already cultivated his body to a good state. Although he hadn't fully recovered yet, he could still move about without major hindrance. This was the terrifying aspect of a peak martial artist who had refined their essence and transformed it into energy - their physical recovery ability was incredibly powerful.

  "This..."

  Guard leader Wu Zhong's face turned somewhat difficult, walking in this small town. Although he said that Guan Hai had already recovered to about 70 or 80%, he was confident that Guan Hai could not escape, but once they reached the outskirts of the town, where it was open and spacious, if Guan Hai insisted on leaving, Wu Zhong would be powerless to stop him.

  "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. I won't leave until I prove that this place is really as you said it is, or maybe it's not like what you said at all?"

  Guan Hai said calmly.

  "This is how it's possible. I guarantee that Qingzhou, no, the entire Great Han, has no better place than this. This is our poor people's paradise!"

  Wu Zhong jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his forehead bulging with blue veins. The other guards also glared at Qinglintown, clearly suspecting that they were being insulted, and that their revered Master Zhang Xu was being disrespected.

  "Er Ma Zi, go ask the immortal master for instructions!"

  Wu Zhong also knew that Guan Hai was highly valued by the immortal master, although he clearly knew that he was a fierce general, but still hesitated for a moment and said.

  He didn't say much about it, nodded and continued walking in Qinglin Town. The more he walked, the calmer his face became, but deep down, he was moved. Indeed, everyone here had a smile on their face, although some of the townspeople looked pale, which was the state of being newly recovered from a long illness. However, the happiness on their faces couldn't be faked.

  In his heart, he had already quietly believed Wu Zhong's words, but he still needed to go out of the town to take a look at the village here, and only then could he make up his mind.

  Great Teacher Zhang Jue has been dead for a long time, he saw the great chaos of the world, saw the hardships and sufferings of the Yellow Turbans, led the Yellow Turbans to struggle for survival. In contrast, this Qinglin Town is like a fairy tale world, peaceful and harmonious, full of vitality, everyone's face is filled with hope...

  At this moment, in the huge thatched cottage leaning against the mountain in the small town, Zhang Xu, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes and felt an extra thread of line in the air, a smile appeared on his face...