Chapter 30: Standing Firmly in the Deserted Mountains!
More than ten airships are parked on the circular rooftop plaza.
Just as Mo Bei and the others reached the rooftop, several white-robed Temple Guardians approached them. One of the elderly men, holding a storage bag, said coldly: "Fellow disciples, please hand over your spirit stones and magical tools. If any private stashing is discovered, it will be immediately reported to the Temple and you will be expelled from the mountain."
"What?" Long Hao Tian's eyebrows furrowed instantly.
"This is the rule of Penglai Peninsula, except for the sword we received when we entered the sect and our original spiritual pets."
"Everything else is forbidden from being brought into Penglai Peninsula, wait until we become official disciples of the sect five years later, and our belongings will be returned to us."
"So that's how it is. Since it's a rule, I'll have to follow it." Mo Bei rummaged through his entire body, taking out everything and handing them over to the white-robed guardian of the Holy Temple.
Only Long Hao Tian had a gloomy face, full of reluctance, and it took half a ring to hand over a large bag of spiritual stones, which was at least fifty.
"How did you get so many?" Tian Zichang exclaimed in surprise.
Long Haitian smiled awkwardly, scratching his head and said: "Before coming, I had heard about the cultivation method of this Penglai Peninsula, so, I asked my family to collect a lot for me... Hehe..."
Everyone will hand over their respective spirit stones and magical instruments to the temple guardian one by one, after reporting their names.
Then Tianzi often brought them to a certain place under the flying boat and jumped down, landing on the flying boat.
"The place where we will live in the future is far from here, more than 600 miles away. If you walk there, it's extremely dangerous all the way. Even if you don't encounter any danger, you'll have to go without sleep or rest for three to five days."
"The temple is also the central location of the entire Penglai Peninsula. No matter where you want to go, you can take a flying boat from the temple, which is much more convenient."
"These airships will only land within the formation. Each major stronghold has an airship, one every hundred miles."
"Come on up."
Tian Zicheng finished speaking in one breath, and everyone nodded continuously, jumping up.
Tianzi Chang said respectfully to the White Robed Guardian of the Law: "The Great Desert Mountain."
The white-robed guardian nodded, pinched his fingers together, and moved his heart. The flying boat automatically rose into the air without wind, slowly rising into the sky, transforming into a flowing shadow, and swiftly flew out towards its destination.
The flying boat sped along, darting through the clouds, and the turbulent winds it stirred up dispersed the dense fog.
More than 600 miles, flying boats traversed spring and summer, leaping over the scorching heat and lush flowers, entering the region shrouded in autumn.
Two hours later, the flying boat slowly descended onto the formation.
It's settled.
Mo Bei and others jumped off the airship and looked around.
"Wow, so many people!" Long Hao Tian exclaimed, his mouth agape: "What a prosperous place."
As far as the eye can see, outside the landing airship's formation, people are swarming, and roads stretch out in all directions. The surrounding houses and shops, some high and some low, form a continuous piece, surging into a cross-shaped dragon that extends to infinity.
The streets were filled with people of different ethnicities, or perhaps outer sect disciples of the Tai Xu religion, all leading their own spirit companions. Street stalls lined the roads, a jumbled mess of beast hides, demon crystals, and dazzling trinkets.
The sound of hawkers is endless, and the gate is like a market.
Tian Zi Chang bowed his fists and made a courtesy to the white-robed guardian, and upon hearing Long Hao Tian's words, a rare smile finally appeared on his face: "The Banyue Peninsula is self-sufficient and has its own market."
"Many disciples, after completing their tasks, have leftover materials that they can't use, so they come here to sell and exchange them for spirit stones to improve their cultivation."
"What's the use of a Spirit Stone?" Mo Bei had just seen the Spirit Stone, but he didn't know its specific purpose, and now he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
Long Hao Tian listened and was shocked, looking at Mo Bei with a strange expression: "You don't know what spirit stones are used for, do you?"
Fang Luo Yu smiled warmly and explained, "Mo Bei, my junior brother, don't underestimate the spiritual stone. On this Penglai Peninsula, we are short of spiritual stones. We can't move an inch without them!"
"This is a Spirit Stone." Fang Luo You pondered for a moment, then said: "Not only can you buy the materials and artifacts you need, but it can also increase your cultivation speed. Using a Spirit Stone to absorb spiritual energy for cultivation is like getting twice the result with half the effort, equivalent to thirty times without using a Spirit Stone!"
Thirty times?
Mo's eyebrows arched high, revealing a hint of incredulity.
Fang Luoyou was a member of the Qiniu aristocracy, knowledgeable and well-informed, naturally more so than Mo Bei, a commoner from a humble background.
"Brother Mo Bei, perhaps you've seen some food that contains spiritual energy and essence before? Like the Hundred-Year Snow Ginseng or the Thousand-Year Lingzhi?"
"I only know a little about it." Mo Bei nodded: "This kind of rare treasure in the world is what people in the martial arts world, Dog King, Jing An Wang and others have been pursuing their whole lives. After taking it, one's power will greatly increase! However, such a rare treasure in the world can be encountered but not sought after."
"Treasures? That's just a worldly name." Fang Luoyou shook his head and smiled:
"These are just foods that contain spiritual energy. Eating these foods, or taking elixirs, is one of the auxiliary methods to improve cultivation. Taking this type of food can be several times more effective than using spirit stones for cultivation. However... it's said that they're hard to come by and some people exaggerate."
"If you have enough spirit stones, you can buy not only 100-year-old ginseng, but also 300-year-old, 500-year-old, and even 1,000-year-old ginseng here."
"And there's even more rare food!"
Mo Beixing was shocked and only then did he truly understand that this world of cultivating immortals was different from the mundane world.
At this moment, Long Hao Tian's face was filled with regret, and he let out a long sigh: "What a pity that I lost those fifty spiritual stones! If I still had them on me now, I wonder how carefree my days would be, ah!"
As the captain, Tian Zichang gave Long Haotian a cold glance and rebuked him in a low voice: "You came here not to enjoy yourself, but to cultivate. Everything must be obtained by yourself."
The latter stuck out his tongue and immediately didn't dare speak again.
"Alright, let's go to our quarters first. Change into your inner sect robes and then I'll take you to the dining hall for a meal." Tian Zichang said seriously: "You have the spring, summer, autumn and winter disciple uniforms in your hands, they are already placed in your quarters."
"Huh? There's a cafeteria here?" Long Hao Tian couldn't help but whisper again.
Tianzi nodded and replied to him: "That's right. The Tai Xu Sect will guarantee the most basic living conditions for our outer door disciples, but if you want to eat food with spiritual energy, you need to pay extra spirit stones."
Ten young men followed Tian Zichang through the crowded streets, gradually leaving the market and arriving in front of a row of stone houses outside the market.
As far as the eye can see, these stone houses stand in rows, neatly arranged, all exactly alike. At first glance, there are over a thousand of them.
Surrounded by mountains and rivers, lush greenery everywhere, small bridges and flowing water, like a fairyland. Thousands of houses are tightly wrapped around.
Thousands of houses, all over the mountains and fields, in the woods, by small bridges and streams, can be seen everywhere.
Like a Peach Garden in a world outside.
It's strange that these houses don't have doors. They are all built with stones piled up.
"This is where our outer sect disciples reside." Tian Zichang's wrist shook, and the black ring on his little finger emitted a burst of light.
His palms suddenly floated out of thin air with ten tokens, and he distributed the tokens one by one according to the names on the waist cards:
"This is your disciple's waist card, each of you only has one, used for entering and exiting your respective houses, as well as receiving tasks, it must be kept on your person at all times!"
Mo Bei took it over and looked at the black jade waist token in his palm, which was crystal clear and emitted a warm and cool feeling. At a glance, he knew that it had been refined through special methods and could not be imitated or replicated.
"Alright, I'll give you a time limit of one incense stick. Tian Zichang grasped his sword with both hands and held it to his chest, his voice leaving no room for doubt: "After one incense stick, gather here."
The crowd dispersed, each looking for their own homes.
Mo Beixin's mind stirred, and a thread of spiritual energy flowed through his meridians into the waist card.
The waist card suddenly emitted a soft glow and floated towards one of the houses, disappearing into the wall.
The next moment, a ripple emerged from the hard wall made of boulders, gradually transforming, distorting, and floating out a stone gate.
"How amazing." Mo Bei couldn't help but praise, walking into it. Afterwards, the hard walls gradually recovered, condensing into substance, but the stone gate remained.
After a faint scent of incense wafted away, the stone gate opened and Mo Bei walked out wearing a brand new monk's robe.
His whole person was spirited and refreshed, his eyes were bright and piercing, and he seemed to have changed into a new man, having shed the worldly air and added a touch of elegance.
After a stick of incense, everyone came out one after another, each with a changed expression.
Long Hao Tian lowered his head, constantly sizing himself up, his spirit was refreshed and the corners of his mouth were curled up in a smile that couldn't be closed: "I'm finally a disciple of Tai Xuan Sect! Haha! I'm starving to death, hurry up and go eat!"
Among the ten young men, there was a handsome young man named Sun Zhongyan, who also said with great excitement:
"After eating the mortal's food for so many years, today we can finally taste the fairy's delicacies."
The cafeteria is just a short distance west of the residence, where everyone has finished eating, with big faces, bulging bellies, and swollen waistlines, walking out one by one.
"I, I... damn it... this lifetime, never had a taste like the recent one." Standing under the tree shade, Long Hao Tian casually broke off a thin branch, picked his teeth, and had a satisfied expression: "Before, what we ate was all shit!"
"Haha," Fang Luo You laughed brightly: "This is just ordinary food, if there's spiritual food, it would be even better."
"With a full wine and a full meal," Long Hao Tian let out a satisfied burp, his face flushed with pleasure: "If there were also fairy maidens to accompany us, that would be the life of an immortal. What joy! What delight! Haha!"
Seeing the satisfied expressions of the crowd, Tian Zichang's mouth also involuntarily curled up into a smile. He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun had already set:
"Alright, it's getting late. Today's main task is not yet complete, now take you to the Transmission Hall, choose the swordsmanship you will cultivate in the future. Tomorrow, officially start cultivating!"
Tianzi Chang led the crowd westward, passing through thousands of houses and climbing up to the Great Desert Mountain. Along the winding path, they shuttled back and forth among the mountains and forests.

