Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 543 High-Paying Civil Engineering Jobs, Future Careers in Civil Engineering

For some people, going home is a painful experience, especially when their mother doesn't recognize them.

As soon as the group landed, before Dizhuomala, who was visiting the area for the first time, could even appreciate the scenery, a fragrant breeze wafted over, followed by a loud, captivating voice.

"Baby! I've missed you so much."

Li Yueqi's biological mother, Ms. Qin Ruyue, dressed in a frost-colored dress, rushed over with a gait that was quite out of place for her.

After calling out, she pursed her lips, her eyes sparkling with affection, giving off the expression of a loving mother seeing her son return home.

If you take a picture of that face and put it in a textbook, you can use it as a fill-in-the-blank question; the correct answer is "my mother."

However, Li Yueqi, who remained expressionless, had a different opinion. She felt that the correct answer would be more appropriate as "Even the mentally challenged can have a bright future."

Just as she expected, Ms. Qin Ruyue rushed behind her without pausing, then picked up Chen Qin, gave her face a hard rub, and then turned and ran.

Watching her own mother carry someone else's child and run away, Li Yueqi sighed, feeling that her family was truly doomed.

A father who never comes home, a mother who doesn't recognize anyone, a gambling brother, and she's so tired.

However, Li Yueqi quickly cheered up again, after all, life always has to move forward.

At worst, we can just say one thing in public and another in private, and each person can say their own thing.

Tell others this is her mother, and when you meet her, call her Sister Yue.

"Ignore that woman, just come with me, I know this place well."

Composing herself, Li Yueqi turned to Di Zhuoma and said.

Lao Di merely responded, but his eyes remained fixed on the scenery in front of the Medicine King Valley gate.

For him, who hadn't traveled much, this place was quite novel. Compared to his hometown, where everything was golden, the greenery here was incredibly soothing, unlike anything he'd seen before, such as the mountains and sea or the grasslands outside Fucheng.

I can’t get enough of it.

Li Yueqi probably didn't feel anything because she was used to seeing it.

Without disturbing the dazed Lao Di, she beckoned back the spirit snake Qinghe, who had climbed up the tree and was swinging around.

Then, with a flick of his finger, Qinghe spat out a jade-colored spirit pearl.

Amidst the misty haze within the Spirit Pearl, a miniature Medicine King Valley lies hidden within the fog.

In this miniature valley, you can see tiny figures moving about, people coming and going, but it's like seeing a leopard through a tube; they come and go in a hurry.

As Li Yueqi infused her spiritual energy, the clouds and mist within the spiritual pearl dispersed, and the illusory Medicine King Valley was immediately magnified, instantly pinpointing the location of a sub-valley.

"open."

Li Yueqi gave a soft shout, and the spirit pearl was thrown into the air. A vortex appeared centered on the spirit pearl, sucking her and Dizhuomala into it.

In the blink of an eye, the Spirit Pearl suddenly appeared in the valley in reality. Then, as if the image was being played in reverse, the vortex reappeared, and Li Yueqi and Di Zhuoma were spat out of the Spirit Pearl again.

Dijonmara, "What...what is this?"

Li Yueqi's sudden spellcasting startled her.

Li Yueqi: "Just two minor spells imprinted on this jade orb. Marauder's Map and Apparition Technique."

After tossing the spirit pearl into Lao Di's hand, she continued, "Back then, my father used this to steal this thing to come here and meet my mother."

"Oh right, there's also an Invisible Cloak, which allows you to become invisible and stealthy. Although it's not as effective as Zhang Ze's bodysuit, it's not bad either."

"What are you going to do with this?" Dizhuomala asked, puzzled.

Li Yueqi: "Flying within the sect requires a yearly pass, and I don't have any money right now."

Dizhuomala, "..."

"Oh, alright, alright, stop asking. Let's go. The Mother Tree is in the valley."

After retrieving the spirit pearl, Li Yueqi took the lead and entered the valley.

As the two were walking deeper into the valley, before they had gone far, several beams of light suddenly descended from the sky, blocking their path.

The light curtain closed, sealing off the surrounding space, as if it were sealed inside a small box.

Immediately afterwards, a large hand descended from the sky and picked up the two of them along with the starlight box.

Looking at Lu Yuzhou's large face, Li Yueqi finally realized that it wasn't his hand that had grown bigger, but rather that she herself had shrunk.

After seeing who they had captured, Sect Leader Lu was also taken aback for a moment, but she quickly released the two people from the spell.

"Why are you here?"

It's unclear how Zhang Ze notified them, but it's obvious that Sect Master Lu is unaware of the tree planting.

After explaining the situation, Lu Yuzhou frowned slightly.

"This... is quite a coincidence. This matter is a bit troublesome now... Sigh, come with me first."

As she spoke, Sect Leader Lu took a step forward, leading the two through the layers of magic arrays she had set up, and arrived near the thatched hut deep in the valley.

Li Yueqi only needed to look up to see her mother, Shuhe Township.

They then revealed their true forms: a dragon and a snake, two enormous, verdant beasts coiling and intertwining, their eyes closed, floating above the thatched hut.

The Medicine King Cauldron, containing the life-giving Gu, floated between the village and the Mother Tree, and under their supernatural powers, specks of light fell into the thatched hut below.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Yuzhou sighed, "We need to save Qin Lang."

After their trip to the Holy Land, Zhang Ze was unharmed, but the old men were seriously injured.

Zhu Luo lost half his life in half a day, Wei Zhuang lost an arm, Lu Yuzhou almost fell from his cultivation level, and Qin Lang still hasn't woken up.

It was a cruel twist of fate that Qin Lang was the most resilient among them, but that's why he was the most seriously injured.

To protect Zhang Ze and the others, he took the brunt of the damage during his first encounter with Xiao Jing.

After the matter in the sacred land was settled, he was immediately sent back to Medicine King Valley, where his life was kept afloat by a secret method. With the help of his mother, Shuhe Xiang, although his body had recovered most of its health, he was unable to wake up for some reason.

The village and the mother tree have remained in this state for some time now, unable to leave.

There's not much anyone can do about it.

Although Commander Chen could remove the influence of the Earth Sea power on Qin Lang, he did not know how to wake him up.

After searching through all the classic texts of the Sword Sect, the most I could find was a tutorial on brainstem removal.

Even the senior members of Medicine King Valley who were in the form of soul cultivators were powerless to help.

Qin Lang is the best doctor in the world, but at this moment he is unable to heal himself.

"Please keep this a secret. Xiaoxue and the others are unaware of this matter."

After he finished speaking, Lu Yuzhou added.

"...But don't worry, I'll try my best to find a solution."

Li Yueqi was also at a loss after hearing this, feeling that she couldn't advance or retreat.

We can't just agree to the donation and immediately pull the plug.

Even if it's done under the guise of saving the world.

"Never mind." Li Yueqi shook her head. "The tree planting method can be done just as well as Xiao Qin's. As for Valley Master Qin, let him rest and recuperate properly."

However, just as Li Yueqi was about to leave, she heard Di Zhuoma suddenly speak.

"I...I don't know, but if you trust me, you can let me try..."

"you?"

Lu Yuzhou, who had already headed towards the thatched cottage, stopped and turned around in surprise.

It's not that I don't trust Dijon Mara, but I don't think she has any solutions.

The gap in understanding is stark, and while the analogy may be somewhat inappropriate, it's certainly not logical for a paramecium to perform brain surgery on a human.

Dizhuomala quickly waved her hand and said, "It wasn't me, it was actually my mother-in-law. She already knew about it."

After a pause, she pulled a long face, narrowed her eyes, and drew out two deep lines on her face, like a beggar trying to summon a deity. Di Zhuomala repeated the words in the same tone as Grandma Anya.

"Qin Lang is a petty thief and extremely arrogant. He'll be disgraced sooner or later. You can keep this for now. If he's ever on the verge of death, send this to him to save his life and make him owe you a huge favor."

After speaking, Di Zhuoma rubbed her face, indicating that this was the situation. "Then please follow me." Lu Yuzhou gestured for her to come.

Upon entering the thatched hut, Li Yueqi and Di Zhuomala saw Qin Lang.

He lay supine on the bed, half a meter above his head, with a point of green light flowing around him, splitting into countless shimmering fragments. These fragments drifted down like snowflakes, seeping into his internal organs.

At first glance, Li Yueqi did not sense any death. The entire room, including Qin Lang himself, was full of vitality, with everything thriving. If she stayed any longer, grass would grow on her head.

Upon closer inspection, however, it was discovered that these signs of life were like water without roots, unable to be retained or preserved. Once the magic array above the valley stopped, everything would vanish into nothingness.

Dizhuomala also noticed this, and she looked at Lu Yuzhou with a questioning look in her eyes.

Lu Yuzhou nodded, indicating that he could simply do whatever he wanted.

Taking a deep breath, Dizhuomala placed one hand on her chest, where golden light flowed, and she took out an ancient mirror.

Although the shape of this ancient mirror is ancient, its appearance is indeed brand new, just like when it was unearthed last week.

No one should be reflected in the mirror, for whoever looks at it will see a sacred tree of the Western Continent in the wilderness.

However, this sacred tree was not a solid object, but rather a semi-transparent one, as if it were formed from condensed golden spiritual energy.

The ancient mirror slipped from his hand and floated to Qin Lang's bedside.

then
Then, Mr. Qin, on his deathbed, suddenly sat up, springing back from his lying-flat position to a cross-legged meditation position, staring straight at the sacred tree in the ancient mirror, eyes closed and knees crossed.

The entire set of movements was so fluid and fast that Lu Yuzhou didn't even have time to react.

"It's alive?" she exclaimed in surprise.

"It's probably not Valley Master Qin who's sitting up yet; it might just be a conditioned reflex," Di Zhuomala wasn't sure either.

Perhaps seeing a glimmer of hope for Mr. Qin's recovery, Lu Yuzhou, a nurse, security guard, and deputy attending physician, couldn't resist touching him.

She stepped forward and gently touched the ancient mirror, causing it to change direction. Sure enough, as the ancient mirror and the sacred tree within it turned, Qin Lang spun around halfway like a top.

Theoretically speaking, if this ancient mirror can spin incredibly fast, then Qin Lang can spin incredibly fast too, just like having a nail in his butt.

Looking at Qin Lang moving with the mirror, Lu Yuzhou suddenly thought of something.

However, she quickly abandoned this strange idea. Lu Yuzhou coughed lightly, pretending that nothing had happened, as if she wasn't the one fiddling with the mirror just now.

"What is this ancient tree in the mirror?" she asked casually.

“This is the past form and future meaning of the sacred tree,” Dijomara explained.

As soon as she finished speaking, a golden thought left the mirror, flew into the air, and finally merged into the living Gu that was immersed in the Medicine King Cauldron.

After the fusion, the illusory roots spread out, extending downwards and disappearing into Qin Lang's spiritual platform.

The life force that had been stagnant in the room now had a foothold and began to converge into Qin Lang's body.

Although he did not wake up immediately, recovery was only a matter of time, and the subsequent treatment would no longer require the full accompaniment of Xiang and Mother Tree, relying solely on the Medicine King Cauldron and the Living Gu.

But just when everyone thought nothing was wrong, there were two loud thuds outside the thatched hut, heavy objects fell to the ground, and the earth shook.

Li Yueqi rushed out and found that Xianghe and her mother's tree had fallen from the sky.

One is hung on the left side of the valley, and another on the right side, making it look like a couplet.

Exhausted and completely worn out.

Fortunately, these two were just overexerted and are fine; drinking more hot water will help them regain their energy.

While the two were resting, Li Yueqi explained the current situation to them and handed over the memory seed that Xiaoxue had condensed to the Mother Tree.

I thought I would have to give a long explanation, but to my surprise, Mother Tree agreed to Li Yueqi's plan without even thinking about it.

"It's just root grafting, nothing difficult at all," the mother tree said.

Li Yueqi wanted to say something, but in the end she kept quiet.

Although she was the one who came up with the idea, it seems rather strange now. If they are connected, would she be considered the sacred tree or the mother tree?
One can only say that plants have truly unique thought processes that defy common sense.

After the plan was finalized, Zhang Ze's communication was also completed.

They planned to plant trees and experiment at the same time, first connecting the two sacred trees of Middle-earth and West-earth in a straight line.

Once this method is confirmed to be correct, just like making jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes), start from the center of Zhongzhou and circle around to cover the entire four continents.

In early winter, snow falls on the green thorns, and the tree planting plan is underway.

Chu Yang, a newly recruited junior disciple of the Seventh Sword Pavilion of the Sword Sect, braved the wind and snow, following behind his senior brother as they flew through the air.

Although he had been learning for more than half a month, he still felt that the world was somewhat strange.

It was as if everything had changed in the blink of an eye.

He remembered that when he was a child, an old monk from the mountains came to his hometown village.

He used only a talisman to draw water, which amazed the villagers, who knelt on the ground, unable to get up.

Afterwards, for some unknown reason, the old cultivator stayed in the village and lived there permanently. He even took Chu Yang as his disciple and told him many stories about cultivating immortality.

It speaks of the strict rules of prestigious sects and the difficulty and rarity of the path to immortality.

As his lifespan drew to a close, Chu Yang's master kept muttering to himself about the bitterness of cultivation and instructed his youngest disciple to bury him in the dry well in Chu Yang's family home.

After burying his master, Chu Yang left the deserted village and embarked on his own path of cultivation.

When he first set out, everything was fine; the world was indeed as his master had described. But before he knew it, after just past Shili Slope, he felt that nothing was right.

It's said that immortal techniques are hard to find, but the old man selling soy milk on the street is chatting with you, saying that his soy milk pouring technique is called "Wushan Hanging Clouds Falling into the Azure Abyss," which is a registered immortal technique. It costs five yuan a copy in the city's bookstore, and he has already mastered it to the highest level.

Over there, the lame old man, driving a thing called a Jeep, was chasing after his apprentice, saying he was training him in invincible flying kicks and iron-headed strength.

Immortals are not hidden, masters are everywhere, opportunities are available for five yuan a book, or ten yuan for three books.

This scene immediately left the inexperienced Chu Yang somewhat at a loss.

This was completely different from what his master had said. He suspected that this was an illusion created by some invincible powerhouse, and that he might have mistakenly entered the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Just as he was about to run away, Chu Yang was stopped by someone. A senior brother with squinted eyes looked at him with a smile and said to Chu Yang.

Have you ever heard of the Sword Sect?

Do you want to learn swordsmanship?
"Young man, do you want to save the world?"

"If you want, come with me. I see you have extraordinary talent; you're practically a born sword cultivator."

“Our Sword Sect is a prestigious sect, and we are in dire need of talents like you.”

"Our Sword Sect's Earth and Wood Department is invincible; everyone who comes here praises us."

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Wu Gangqiang. If you agree, I'll take you to the Xiaoxikou office in the east of the city to register right now."

Chu Yang was quite confused by what he was being told. He thought to himself that cultivating both earth and wood-based sword techniques seemed pretty good.

And so, Chu Yang was unwittingly dragged onto this pirate ship by this senior brother with the strange name.

"What are you thinking about, little brother?" Fifth Senior Brother Gangqiang's voice rang in Chu Yang's ears.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about my childhood," Chu Yang replied casually.

The fifth senior brother, Gangqiang, didn't take it to heart. He patted Chu Yang on the shoulder and said, "If you want to think about it, wait until we go to get your feet washed tonight. Let's get back to work now."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and planted a sign at the entrance of the remote mountain village at his feet.

The sign reads:
[Sword Sect Civil Engineering Department is conducting construction here; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter.]

Then, Fifth Strong drew his shovel-like sword and slashed downwards.

Chu Yang was holding the box containing the Little Sacred Tree, standing to the side in a daze, waiting for his senior brother's instructions, but the scenery around him seemed somewhat familiar.

It wasn't until he saw the dry well in a dilapidated courtyard that he suddenly realized what was going on.

This is his home, and that well is his family's dry well. His previous master is buried at the bottom of the well.

"Wait! Senior brother, wait!"

However, it was too late.

On the path of civil engineering, who can rival me? The Thirty-Six Styles of the Ashes-Slaying Sword Technique have already been unleashed, and there is no reason for me to stop.

(End of this chapter)