Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

The news of Greystone Town changing hands was like a drop of water falling into a frying pan.

Within three days, the "mayors" of the four surrounding towns all sent spies.

Three days later, the spies brought back remarkably consistent reports—

"Those people are strange. They don't dress like survivors of the apocalypse, and they speak with a strange accent. But they are strong. Very strong."

How strong is it?

The one asking the question was the city lord of Blackwater City, an SS-level superhuman nicknamed "Black Hand".

The scout swallowed hard. "Tie Hu was killed in a single exchange. Tanks... tanks are as fragile as paper."

The Black Hand was silent for a moment, then laughed.

"A tank made of paper? Do you think I'm some kind of country bumpkin who's never seen the world?"

He kicked the scout over, yelling, "Scout again! Find out how many of them there are, and where they come from!"

The scout scrambled away.

Black Hand sat in his genuine leather boss's chair, which he had dug out from the ruins of an old era, and squinted his eyes, thinking for a long time.

Graystone Town was the southernmost edge of his territory, not a very profitable place, so he wouldn't be too upset about losing it.

But the problem is—those people have an unclear background.

In the end times, things of unknown origin are often the most dangerous.

"Let's try it out in a few towns in the south first."

He muttered to himself, "It would be best if I could eat it, but if I can't... I'll see."

Greystone Town.

Li Xuanfeng has been extremely busy these past few days.

It's not a war, it's a meeting.

The house left behind by Tie Hu was converted into a "meeting hall," where people come every day to "make decisions" for them.

The east and west families are fighting over land boundaries, the Zhang and Li families are having a conflict, and the Wang family's daughter is being bullied by the Zhao family's son...

Xuanfeng listened patiently at first, but later he couldn't stand it anymore and dumped the matter on Xuanxuan.

"You're smart, you do it."

After Xuanxuan took over, he actually set up a set of rules for him: select a few respected elders to be "village elders". They would discuss small matters themselves, and only come to the "Li family" for important matters.

As Xuanfeng watched those people gradually gain a sense of purpose, he suddenly understood the meaning of his second grandfather's words—"Let the people at the bottom stand up on their own."

It's not about standing up for them, it's about teaching them how to stand up.

On the morning of the fourth day, Scarface hurriedly entered the council chamber.

"People are coming from the north."

Xuanfeng put down his bowl—he had tried eating the food here for the past few days, a kind of paste made from mutated plants. It didn't taste very good, but it was filling.

How many people?

"More than two hundred people, with tanks and planes. The leader is a B-level superhuman who calls himself 'Grey Wolf'."

"They must have been sent by Blackwater City to test us."

Li Xuanfeng stood up and stretched his limbs.

"Let's go take a look."

Three miles north of the town lies an open area.

More than two hundred soldiers lined up in skirmish lines, with five tanks in the middle and two wrecked planes circling overhead.

A lean man stood at the front, wearing an old military uniform and a necklace made of teeth around his neck—the teeth looked like human teeth.

"Grey Wolf?"

Li Xuanfeng walked over with his men, followed by Scarface, Aunt Liu, Han Mo, and the two younger ones, Xuanzhu and Xuanling.

The gray wolf squinted as it sized up the group of people.

Men and women, young and old, were dressed in strange robes, and it was impossible to tell where they came from.

But one thing he was certain of was that these people did not have the manic aura of superhumans.

The absence of breath means weakness.

Gray Wolf grinned: "So, you're the ones who killed Iron Tiger?"

Li Xuanfeng nodded: "Yes."

"Do you know who's protecting Tiehu?"

"Blackwater City? An SS-rank city?"

The gray wolf paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously: "You knew that, yet you still dared to move? Looks like you're truly fearless."

He raised his hand, and the tank's cannon behind him began to rotate.

Li Xuanfeng sighed.

He turned to Scarface and asked, "Uncle Scarface, are you here?"

Scarface shook his head: "A few Qi Refining stage grunts and a bunch of iron lumps, I don't need to lift a finger."

He looked at Aunt Liu and Han Mo, "Why don't you two stretch your muscles?"

Aunt Liu smiled slightly and took out a small mouse from her sleeve.

Han Mo remained mostly silent, simply nodding.

Xuanfeng then looked at Xuanzhu and Xuanling: "You two keep an eye on things. Learn how Foundation Establishment cultivators fight."

As Gray Wolf listened to these people talking amongst themselves, completely ignoring him, the sinister smile on his face gradually froze.

"court death!"

With a wave of his hand, all five tanks opened fire simultaneously.

The shells came whistling in—

And then, that was it.

In front of Aunt Liu, countless gray-haired mice huddled together, forming a "mouse wall".

The shells went in, but there wasn't even a sound.

The gray wolf's eyes widened.

What's even more terrifying is yet to come.

Han Mo raised his hand and waved it gently.

Countless tiny insects flew out of his sleeve and towards the two airplanes in the sky.

Insects crawled into the engine, into the cockpit, and into the pilot's ear—

Both planes went out of control at the same time, spun around and crashed down, exploding into two fireballs.

"What... what kind of superpower is this?"

The gray wolf's voice began to tremble.

No one cares about him.

Liu Gu's swarm of rats had already swarmed toward the soldiers.

They crawled in through the trouser legs, through the cuffs, and through the collar.

The soldiers screamed, threw down their guns, and rolled on the ground in agony.

Han Mo's insects, on the other hand, set their sights on the tank.

The insects crawled in through the gun barrels, through the observation windows, and through the gaps in the tracks—

All five tanks stopped working at the same time.

Terrified screams came from inside the car.

The gray wolf's legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

He was a Class B superhuman who had lived in the post-apocalyptic world for over a decade and had seen all sorts of superpowers—fire, water, lightning, speed, strength… but he had never seen anything like this before.

Rats? Insects?

What is this? A low-level ability that's not even as good as a D-level ability?

But how could those rats and insects...?

"Do you know what your biggest problem is?"

A voice sounded above his head.

Gray Wolf looked up and saw the young man in the lead squatting in the air above him, looking like he was watching a joke.

"You categorize superpowers by power, by destructive force, and by whether they can be used in combat."

"But what you don't know is that true spiritual practice is divided into different levels of attainment."

"Realm... realm?"

"Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Purple Mansion, Golden Core."

Li Xuanfeng counted them one by one, "Your 3S level is called the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment where we're from."

Your SS-level is called early Foundation Establishment stage.

Your B-rank level is probably around level five or six in Qi Refining.

The gray wolf couldn't understand.

What is Qi Refining? What is Foundation Building?

All he knew was that he was a Class B superhuman, and could do whatever he wanted in the apocalypse.

But in front of this young man, he didn't dare to move at all.

It's okay if you don't understand.

Li Xuanfeng stood up. "You only need to know one thing—"

He glanced back.

From the direction of Greystone Town, the locals stood at the town entrance, gazing in this direction.

They dared not come closer, but they were watching.

"This battle is not for your benefit."

"It was shown to them."

He pointed to the ordinary people.

"Let them know that you people are not invincible."

The gray wolf opened its mouth, as if to say something, but found that it couldn't say anything at all.

Li Xuanfeng turned around and walked back.