Building a sect from scratch.

"Zhu Xian! Didn't you say you were short-handed at the plantation? I've brought you some workers!"

Even before Wang Ergou reached the garden, his voice could be heard from afar.

"Two dogs?"

From a sugarcane field, the voice of Zhu Xian could also be heard.

Wang Ergou scratched his head, staring helplessly at the clumps of sugarcane that looked identical: "Hey, Zhuxian, where are you? These are all the same sugarcane, I can't recognize you!"

"Here it is!"

Zhu Xian's voice came again, and then an exceptionally thick sugarcane stalk shook vigorously.

Wang Ergou slapped his forehead: "Oh dear! I'll have to put a name tag on you later, otherwise the new guy won't recognize you and might get fired!"

Zhu Xian scoffed, "Heh, if he could really cut me in half, then he'd have some skill!"

Then he asked, "You just said you were bringing me a worker, where is he?"

Bamboo Immortal has lived in Chang'an City for a long time. As a plant spirit, he has almost no worldly desires other than sunlight, spiritual energy, and water, except for... milk tea.

That's right, Zhu Xian also secretly transforms into human form every day to buy milk tea, one cup in the morning and one cup in the evening, without fail, rain or shine.

However, Bamboo Fairy seems to prefer his original form to his human appearance, so most of the time, he still quietly remains a sugarcane stalk in the forest—only now he is a sugarcane stalk in the sugarcane field, instead of being a sugarcane stalk in the bamboo forest of Xizhu Hill.

However, ever since Fang Xianyu asked Zhu Xian to start building a sugarcane plantation, his leisurely days were over. In addition to working hard every day to produce his own "offspring," he was also responsible for selecting sugarcane branches with higher sugar content in order to select varieties that could produce more sugar.

Furthermore, due to a shortage of manpower and a lack of expertise, Zhu Xian personally managed all the sugarcane in the entire plantation, keeping him extremely busy. After all, besides Zhu Xian, no one... no demon knew more about sugarcane and how to grow it than him! In fact, because the sugarcane cultivated by Zhu Xian was all spirit sugarcane, the plantation was simply named "Spirit Sugarcane Garden."

“They’ve all been sent to rest. Let them rest for a day before they start working again. Let me tell you, you don’t know, Zhuxian,” Wang Ergou frowned, grumbling as if he wanted to pour out his heart, “It’s so tragic, those people are just too tragic. They have nothing to eat, nothing to wear, they all look dazed and confused, smelly and filthy, even worse than the most miserable refugees I’ve ever seen! I even met a little girl who didn’t even have a pair of pants to wear! Me, sigh! I’m as skinny as a monkey, so small… no, even a dog is stronger than her!”
"The key thing is, everyone looks so silly! If they weren't crying and scared, I would have thought they were a bunch of idiots! How could they be so pathetic!"

"What's even more outrageous is that I also heard from my senior sister that the souls of these people are all damaged. Those who are younger and whose injuries are not so severe will need at least a year to recover! Those who are too old might not recover in their lifetime! Alas! It's so tragic!"

Listening to Wang Ergou's rambling, Zhu Xian was unexpectedly drawn into wanting to confide in him as well.

"Sigh, Er Gou, actually you are the ones who shock me the most!" He sighed softly and said, "In this world, there are actually people as naive as you, and cultivators as simple as you. What's even more unbelievable is that you actually tried to build such a naive and simple sect, and are dedicated to maintaining the naivety and simplicity of this sect! I have never seen anything like it!"

Wang Ergou was somewhat unconvinced. Pointing to himself, he emphasized, "Me? Naïve? Simple-minded?"

“Of course,” said Zhu Xian. “Although I have no feet and cannot travel thousands of miles, I can hear the sounds of other flowers, plants and trees. Er Gou, do you know what the world outside the Taiyin Sect is like?”

Wang Ergou hesitated, then shook his head.

He had expected Zhu Xian to give him a long, earnest, and fatherly lecture, but to his surprise, she simply said, "I don't know either!"

Wang Ergou was caught off guard by this sudden movement and almost lost his composure: "I'm so damn good, so you've learned to make fun of people too, huh!" "Well, the main thing is, no matter what it is, it definitely won't be like your Taiyin Sect!"

Zhu Xian said confidently, "Otherwise, why would everyone flock to the Taiyin Sect? On my side alone, many demon cultivators have been asking me if they can join the Taiyin Sect!"

"This……"

Wang Ergou wasn't stupid; he finally understood Zhu Xian's subtext.

He thought for a moment and replied, "Why don't you just say it directly? Why all the preamble and beating around the bush? But I can't make that decision either. You might as well ask Senior Sister or the Sect Master directly. Of course, I can also ask for help when I have the chance. Actually, it would be quite interesting to have a demon cultivator as a fellow disciple!"

"Then thank you, Er Gou. But... I wonder how long this paradise can last."

Zhu Xian sighed softly.

Wang Ergou was completely baffled: "Huh? Why are you so pessimistic? And suddenly acting all artsy? Trying to be profound?"

"Go away! I only heard from some 'flowers and grass' that you've offended several sects, but their strength is far superior to yours! Any sect they casually have Nascent Soul cultivators, Deity Transformation cultivators, and even quite a few Loose Immortals, and most of their ordinary disciples are at the Golden Core level or above! And what about you? Hmm?"

Zhu Xian said disdainfully, "It's one thing to have poor cultivation, but you're also always doing nothing productive! I've never seen many brats who are willing to calm down and cultivate seriously! Your lousy Taiyin Sect is doomed!"

Wang Ergou stared with dead fish eyes and said, "Sir! Times have changed!"

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"Perhaps you are aware of the power of the MG-42 Psionic Rocket Launcher and the Type 63 107mm Psionic Rocket Launcher?"

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"Or perhaps you've heard of controlled nuclear fusion technology and the application of the Sanger ballistic trajectory?"

"???"

“Look,” Wang Ergou spread his hands in a very smug way and said earnestly, “If you lack knowledge, you should read more books. Eight hundred years old is the prime age for adventure! Don’t always hide in the forest like a hermit demon. The world outside is vast! Otherwise, you’ll end up like me, knowing nothing. Our psionic aircraft carrier is about to be tested, and you’re still here worrying about being a weakling like a Nascent Soul or a Deity Transformation!”

"Snapped!"

A dark shadow flashed by, and Wang Ergou was instantly whipped away by a thick pole, his health bar dropping a large chunk.

Then, a gust of wind swept him up and threw him outside the sugarcane garden, causing Wang Ergou's health bar to drop again, bringing him to the brink of death, barely keeping him in a state where he was not dead but not in good health.

Subsequently, several large characters appeared on the stone at the entrance of Lingzhe Garden: "Wang Ergou and dogs are not allowed to enter."

At the same time, a line of smaller print appeared below: Except for cabbage. (End of Chapter)