Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

"This guy is called Bald Chen. He's a low-level leader in the Black Snake Gang, responsible for collecting protection money in this area."

Xuanfeng said, "This entire region is divided into dozens of city-states, each ruled by several leaders of superpowered individuals."

Ordinary people lived like livestock, farming, working, and paying taxes; any act of resistance was met with execution.

Those heads outside are from people who couldn't pay their grain taxes a few days ago.

Xuanzhu gritted her teeth: "You bastard."

"besides."

Xuanfeng looked at the gray town in the distance. "That town is called Graystone Town, and it is under the jurisdiction of an ability user named Iron Tiger."

Tie Hu is an A-level ability user—according to our calculations, he's probably in the late stage of Qi Refining.

There were over two hundred soldiers, a dozen tanks, and two dilapidated airplanes in the town.

"Grade A..."

Xuanxuan pondered, "Not particularly strong. But those tanks and planes pose a threat to those in the Qi Refining stage."

Xuanfeng nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

"Aunt Liu, tell me... what is the attitude of those common people towards Tie Hu?"

Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, then understood: "She hates him to the bone, but dares not resist."

"That's right."

Xuanfeng laughed, "They don't dare, but we do."

"Let's help them take down Tie Hu first, then open his granary and distribute it to the people—which side do you think the people will side with?"

Xuanzhu's eyes lit up: "Stand on our side!"

"right."

Xuanfeng stood up. "But before that, we need to make sure everyone learns the language of this godforsaken place."

He looked at Han Mo: "How many words did you learn from Soul Search?"

Han Mo nodded: "I've mastered the basics. I can create language jade slips."

"Okay. You do it, and then distribute it."

Xuanfeng then looked at Bald Chen and his group, "What should we do with these guys?"

Xuanzhu raised her knife: "Kill them then."

"Don't rush," Xuanfeng waved his hand, "We'll keep it for later."

He crouched down, looked at the still conscious bald Chen, and began to speak, word by word, in the local dialect he had just learned:

"Take us to Greystone Town."

Bald Chen nodded frantically.

three days later.

Greystone Town.

Tiehu is in a good mood today.

I received news this morning that there was infighting in Blackwater City to the north, with two A-level ability users fighting each other, and no one was paying attention to the south.

This means he can pay 20% less in tribute this month.

He lay on his homemade leather sofa, drinking the stolen wine, while two women served him.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside.

"Boss! Something terrible has happened!"

Tie Hu frowned, pushed the woman aside, and stood up: "What's the matter? Why are you in such a panic?"

His subordinate rushed in, his face filled with terror: "W-outside...there are so many people!"

How many people?

"Several hundred! They appeared out of nowhere! They've already entered the town!"

Tie Hu was taken aback, then sneered, "You're courting death."

He grabbed the iron bar from the corner of the wall and strode out the door.

Outside the door, his more than two hundred soldiers had already assembled, tanks were starting up, and planes were being loaded with ammunition.

"Let's go see who this blind fool came from!"

When he arrived in the town center, this was the scene he saw—

Hundreds of people dressed in strange costumes were standing in the town square.

The group was led by several young people, both men and women, who didn't look like people with superpowers—because they didn't have that manic aura.

But Tiehu's intuition told him that these people were dangerous.

very dangerous.

"Who are you people?"

He stepped forward, carrying an iron bar. "Do you know whose territory this is?"

A young man across from me smiled and said in fluent local dialect:

"I know. Tie Hu, he's an A-level ability user, late-stage Qi Refining—oh no, according to your terms, A-level."

Tie Hu's pupils contracted.

"Who are you?"

"I?"

The young man scratched his head. "My name is Li Xuanfeng. I'm from the Li family."

"The Li family? Which Li family? I've never heard of a city-state with the surname Li around here!"

"I've never heard of it."

Li Xuanfeng nodded. "Because we're new here."

We just decided today to make this place part of the Li family.

Tie Hu laughed angrily: "With just a few hundred of you?"

With a wave of his hand, the tanks roared over, their cannons aimed at the square.

The locals screamed and scattered in all directions. But the outsiders remained motionless.

Li Xuanfeng sighed.

"Second Grandfather is right, the people here really haven't seen the world."

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

A beam of golden light shot out from his fingertips, instantly striking the nearest tank.

boom!

The tank was like it had been hit by a giant hammer, flipping over completely. The tracks broke, the gun barrel bent, and the people inside crawled out, their faces covered in blood.

Tie Hu was stunned.

"Grade A?"

He muttered to himself, his face instantly turning deathly pale, "No... even an A-rank wouldn't be this strong..."

Li Xuanfeng ignored him and looked at Li Xuanxuan beside him: "These iron lumps are yours. As for the talisman array plates, let everyone practice."

Li Xuanxuan nodded, turned around and said to the people behind him: "The collateral descendants are in one group, deal with the soldiers on the left."

The second group of non-hereditary worshippers is on the right. The third group of indigenous monks is at the back.

Remember, capture as many alive as possible, keep a few as translators. Give the iron lumps to a few Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"yes!"

The seven hundred people scattered instantly.

Li Xuanzhu was the first to rush out, drawing his short sword and slashing it at the barrel of a tank—severing the barrel clean off at the base.

Li Xuanling followed behind without saying a word. Three talismans flew out, and all three tanks stopped at the same time.

Liu Gu's rats swarmed towards the soldiers, while Han Mo's insects crawled out from the ground, specifically targeting their ankles.

The soldiers fell with screams, not knowing where they were firing their guns.

Tie Hu turned and ran.

Li Xuanfeng stepped forward and blocked his way.

"Don't run away. I haven't finished talking yet."

Tiehu raised his iron rod and brought it down hard—Xuanfeng reached out and grabbed it, and the iron rod shattered inch by inch in his hand.

"What...what exactly do you want to do?"

Xuanfeng thought for a moment and said seriously, "My second grandfather said that we should let the people at the bottom stand up."

So how exactly was it done? The first step was to seize land from the wealthy and distribute it to the rich.

"You—you're a tycoon."

He pointed at Tie Hu, "So let's start with you."

One hour later.

A simple platform was erected in the square of Greystone Town.

On the high platform, Tie Hu and his dozen or so leaders were bound hand and foot and kneeling in a row.

The entire town's residents were called out and stood there trembling, not knowing what was happening.

Li Xuanfeng stood on the high platform and cleared his throat:

"Fellow villagers of Greystone Town! My name is Li Xuanfeng, and I come from a very far place."

The common people looked at each other, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Xuanfeng pointed at the kneeling Tiehu: "Is this your town mayor? Is he your ruler?"

He takes your grain, robs your things, and kills your people—isn't that right?

silence.

Li Xuanfeng wasn't in a hurry; he turned and nodded to Scarface.

Scarface stepped forward and chopped off Iron Tiger's head with a single stroke.

Blood splattered three feet deep.

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

Li Xuanfeng lifted the head up, making sure everyone could see it clearly:

"He's dead. From this day forward, there is no Iron Tiger in Graystone Town."

The crowd remained silent, but some people began to tremble.

Li Xuanfeng continued, "Does anyone know where Tiehu's granary is?"

Still, silence.

After a long while, an old man shakily raised his hand: "I...I know."

"Take us there."

The granary was opened. It was filled with grain, clothing, and various supplies.

Li Xuanfeng had his men move the items out and pile them up in the square.

"Everyone will receive food according to their headcount. The elderly will be given priority, followed by children and women."

Nobody moved.

Li Xuanfeng didn't urge him, he just stood there and waited.

Finally, a petite woman, holding a child, tentatively stepped forward.

Seeing that no one stopped her, she quickly grabbed a handful of grain and then quickly retreated.

Then came the second, the third...

Half an hour later, the grain in the square was all distributed.

Those who received their share of grain stood in the crowd, clutching their sacks, and their eyes changed.

Li Xuanfeng saw it all and knew what was going on.

He spoke again: "Tomorrow, we will continue to open positions. Whatever amount Tiehu robbed from you, we will return to you double."

From then on, Graystone Town had no lords, no taxes, and no bullying.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Then... then who will take care of us?"

"You manage it yourselves," Xuanfeng said. "Choose people you trust and discuss how to handle it. If you encounter any trouble, come to us."

The crowd finally stirred.

Several elderly people huddled together and whispered for a while, then the old man who had raised his hand first was pushed forward and stammered:

"Um... thank you so much, benefactor..."

Li Xuanfeng waved his hand: "No need to thank me. Remember, it wasn't us who saved you."

The old man was taken aback.

Li Xuanfeng looked at the people who had received their share of grain, at those whose eyes were beginning to light up, and smiled:

"You yourselves saved yourselves."

That night.

Li Xuanfeng sat in Tie Hu's old house, with a communication jade slip in front of him.

From the other end of the jade slip came Li Xiaoyao's lazy voice:

"How's it going? No one died on the first day, right?"

"no."

Li Xuanfeng said, "Second Grandfather, your policy of 'redistributing land to the rich' really worked."

"nonsense."

Li Xiaoyao chuckled, "This trick has been used on Earth for many years."

Remember, the key is to let the people at the bottom stand up for themselves, not for us to stand up for them.

If they can't hold on after we leave, then all our work will have been for nothing.

"clear."

"Alright, keep going. I'll be watching from outside. Call me if you need anything."

The jade slip went dark.

Li Xuanfeng put away the jade slip and looked out the window.

Under the moonlight, figures moved about on the streets of Graystone Town—not soldiers, but ordinary people.

They were talking to each other, pointing, and looking towards Tiehu's house.

Li Xuanfeng suddenly remembered the last words his second grandfather had said:

Long live the people!

He didn't quite understand the meaning of those four words.

But he felt that he could open another granary tomorrow.