Am I the old man who's always by my apprentices' side?

Chapter 83 Accident
On the other side, after returning to Baishi Mountain, Zhang Chengdao greeted Xu Ying and then went back into the peach orchard to play Snake and Bubble Dragon... cough, no, he went to cultivate diligently.

The breakthrough requires 57 hours, which would take three days even without sleep. Besides, he can't stay up all night—who in their right mind can play Snake and Bubble Dragon for that long?!

In short, in order to avoid any problems with his identity as "master", Zhang Chengdao has been working diligently from dawn till dusk, and has not slept for two days!

If he had put in this much effort during his college entrance exams, he probably could have easily gotten into Tsinghua or Peking University!

Zhang Chengdao, who was cultivating desperately, didn't even eat dinner and cultivated all night. Just as dawn was breaking, he rubbed his somewhat hungry stomach and walked towards the courtyard of the thatched hut.

While cultivators could simply toss a ball of spiritual energy into their stomach to deceive themselves and solve the problem of feeling hungry even though they didn't need to eat, but...

If you don't even crave delicious food in this life, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?
And if I remember correctly, today should be the time to harvest corn. He bought the corn seeds from the mall at a huge cost, several times more expensive than wheat!

If my two apprentices pick all the corn in the morning, we'll have corn to eat at noon!
Thinking of this, Zhang Chengdao's steps became even lighter and quicker as he used the Shrinking Earth to an Inch Divine Skill.

Of course, the reason it wasn't flown...

At this time of year, flying in the sky above Baishi Mountain can make your nose run from the cold!
Even if the cultivators don't catch a cold or fever from this, it's still not a pleasant feeling to have their eyes blown shut by the wind!

Therefore, when there's no need to show off, Zhang Chengdao prefers to use the "shrinking the earth to an inch" technique to travel faster.

When I returned to the thatched cottage, a large crowd had gathered again in front of the distant mountain gate, even larger than before.

As usual, Zhang Chengdao flipped through the character list and looked at it. It was all gray, with very few green ones. There was really no need to keep them.

So he waved to Xu Ying from afar.

Xu Ying nodded and began to responsibly "dissuade" the group of people seeking immortality.

Unexpectedly, something that was normal on ordinary days suddenly went wrong today.

"Damn it! Who do you think you are! What gives you the right to stop us from paying homage to the immortals!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

"I recognize him! He was just a handyman at the Sword Forging Manor! How come he's changed his clothes and is now working as a servant at the White Stone Immortal Sect!"

These words were quite shocking; the previously somewhat awkward atmosphere instantly exploded.

"Damn it! Could it be that the Sword Forging Manor is deliberately blocking our way?"

"I'm afraid even the immortals have been deceived by them!"

Speculation abounded among the crowd, and some even shouted out loud—

"Immortal! Immortal! Please see us!"

"Immortal, please don't be fooled! We are wholeheartedly devoted to the Dao!"

"Yes, yes! I traveled fifty miles specifically to seek immortality! How could I have nothing here!"

In the heat of the moment, some people even pushed and shoved, trying to break through the mountain gate!
No matter how capable Xu Ying was, this was the first time he had ever seen such a scene. He was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. He wanted to take action and suppress the crowd with overwhelming force, but he was afraid that his sect leader would object. So he was hesitant and used his spiritual power to push everyone away, shouting at them repeatedly.

Although Zhang Chengdao was far from the mountain gate, his hearing was exceptional, and he naturally heard what the group was saying. His face immediately darkened. He only wanted to find some laborers and hopefully get a few gold cards, so why were these gray card holders getting so arrogant?

Moreover, I always feel that someone in this group is stirring things up. Otherwise, how could a normal person seeking immortality dare to be so unreasonable?
Indeed, I had been thinking about quickly "drawing cards" before, hoping to accumulate "quantity" first and then seek "quality" from it, which resulted in a worrying overall quality, which was really outrageous.

For example, in a certain game, the cultivation sects have multiple levels to enter. In the old game Legend of Sword and Fairy, to ascend Mount Shu, one has to navigate several mazes, filled with numerous demons and monsters—this is the true test of a seeker's sincerity and character!
But with Zhang Chengdao's current abilities, he can't design any challenges. He can't exactly create a few sets of exams for those seeking immortality, can he? Don't be ridiculous. In this era, even among martial artists, the number of literate people is extremely limited!
I had a bunch of random thoughts running through my mind, but it didn't actually take me very long.

Just as Xu Ying was hesitating and unsure of what to do, Zhang Chengdao once again took to the air.

This time, he didn't need to show off. He didn't go above the clouds; he just stood on the ground, a few dozen feet above the ground—clouds are just a cloud of mist, you can't stand on them at all!
Then, a simple iron sword appeared in Zhang Chengdao's hand.

Then, he manipulated the gale to lift up everyone in front of the mountain gate, controlled the force, and threw them down the mountain.

This sudden fall stunned many people, and several others landed awkwardly and suffered fractures—it was definitely not Zhang Chengdao's intentional act of holding a grudge!

Such miraculous methods did indeed frighten away many people. Many ordinary people who had just come to join the fun left in fear. On the contrary, many martial artists, though looking at each other in bewilderment, were unwilling to leave. Some even stood up, brushed the dust off their bodies, and planned to head back to the mountain gate.

Meanwhile, Zhang Chengdao was gathering most of his spiritual power and, gritting his teeth, swung his sword down on the dirt road in front of the mountain gate.

It can be considered a second time that the dirt road has been split open again, and with a tremor of the earth, it gradually opened up, like a ferocious giant mouth.

However, after swinging his sword, Zhang Chengdao did not stop there. Instead, he landed in front of the crack and used his spiritual power to prop it open, trying to make it even wider.

It's a bit difficult, but not entirely impossible.

After repeatedly adjusting his breathing, Zhang Chengdao finally managed to widen the crack, which was only five or six feet wide, to more than ten feet.

He measured the distance and sighed inwardly.

This distance is something any martial artist, even a ninth-rank cultivator, could leap over. Even an ordinary person might be able to do it with a little effort.

But Zhang Chengdao really had no other choice at the moment, so he could only leave it at that for now. At worst, he could come over every day and push the crack to make it bigger.

Moreover, although it is still somewhat inadequate, it is still better than before when any Tom, Dick, or Harry could rush into the mountain gate. At least when martial artists want to leap over the crack, a gust of wind can blow them down—those who are not afraid of death can just rush in!
Although the crack was less than two zhang wide, it was very long, stretching for hundreds of meters, all the way to the cliffs on both sides, making it seem as if the area behind the mountain gate had been cut into an isolated island.

This is exactly the effect Zhang Chengdao wanted!

In this way, when Xu Ying went to "interview" people seeking immortality in the future, he would only need to go to the other side of the rift.

Once my cultivation level improves further, I can completely "cut" the area of ​​the White Stone Immortal Sect into a true "isolated island" to serve as the sect's base, which would greatly enhance its security!
Just as Zhang Chengdao was immersed in his masterpiece and his plans for the future, he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from afar.

He looked down the mountain and saw a beautifully crafted golden carriage slowly making its way up the mountain.

The carriage was painted entirely in gold, and it shone like the sun in the morning light.

The two horses in front of the carriage were pure white steeds without a single blemish. Even Zhang Chengdao, who knew nothing about judging horses, had to praise them as fine horses.

Zhang Chengdao frowned slightly.

This is unlike the style of Sword Forging Manor.

Sorry, I missed it again today _(:з」∠)_
I'm a vegetable gourd _(:з」∠)_
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(End of this chapter)