Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

"Mu De" (木德).

Li Xiaoyao looked into his cousin's eyes, his voice clear and forceful:

"I've come back this time to take those who are willing to leave to our newly opened territory."

"My brother said that although it's tough and dangerous over there, the spiritual veins are real. We'll set the rules ourselves and earn our own future!"

Li Mude's breathing quickened suddenly:

"Second brother, you mean...?"

"Gather all the Li family members who are still in town, regardless of whether they are distant relatives or collateral branches, as long as they still bear the surname Li."

Li Xiaoyao said:

"And also those old neighbors and tenants who used to rely on our family and whom we knew well, we quietly asked them too."

"Tell them that as long as they're willing to move their whole family there, the Li family of Luoxia will give them a chance to change their fate!"

He leaned forward slightly, and each word he uttered resounded as it hit the ground:

"Children in the family with spiritual roots, regardless of their aptitude, as long as they are willing to work hard, we will guide them and provide them with basic cultivation resources!"

"Even without spiritual roots, as long as you are hardworking and have a skill, there's a vast world out there, plenty of opportunities for you to showcase your abilities!"

"If any of their descendants possess spiritual roots in the future, the Li family will acknowledge and raise them just the same!"

Li Mude's mouth dropped open as he listened, his heart pounding.

Giving someone the opportunity to cultivate? In Yunzhou, this is something that most ordinary people, and even the collateral branches of small families, would never even dare to dream of!

He knew all too well how high and how heavy the threshold for immortality was!

"Second brother...is this true? Do they really have such spare capacity over there?"

Li Mude's voice trembled, a mixture of elation and fear that it would all be for nothing.

"Absolutely true."

Li Xiaoyao nodded, "We've established a solid foundation, and we're short of manpower to build, defend, and expand it. People are the most crucial resource."

"This isn't a freebie; it's about lending a hand to each other and giving everyone who's willing to take a gamble and fight for their future a level playing field."

He stood up: "Time is of the essence, I cannot linger. Mude, go and do it immediately, gather them discreetly, and do not let the news leak out."

"Those who wish to leave, pack your valuables and belongings within three days and gather at the mountain hollow behind this place."

"Remember this, it is a secret. It must not attract the attention of outsiders, especially the deacons of the Immortal Sect."

Li Mude took several deep breaths, forcefully suppressing his turbulent emotions, and nodded emphatically:

"I understand, Second Brother! I'll go right away!"

For the next three days, the Li family settlement at the western end of Luoxia Town was like a pot of water being quietly boiled.

The message was kept strictly confidential, passed from one person to another.

At first came doubt and astonishment, but after Li Xiaoyao himself subtly revealed a trace of the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator in a secluded place, the doubt turned into shock and hope.

This is especially true for families with teenage children who have secretly been found to have weak spiritual roots but simply cannot afford to support them.

For those skilled artisans who are finding it increasingly difficult to make a living in town.

Li Xiaoyao brought more than just a way to survive.

Li Xiangping's wife, a woman who was usually gentle and quiet, hardly hesitated after hearing Li Mude convey his meaning and Li Xiangping's message.

She silently returned to her room, neatly packed her belongings, and carefully wrapped up the few old clothes her husband had left behind.

She touched her slightly protruding belly again, her eyes calm and firm.

For her, home is where her husband and family are.

Three days later, at the deepest time of night.

In the desolate valley behind Luoxia Mountain, a dark mass of people had gathered.

There were far more people than Li Xiaoyao had expected; a huge crowd, numbering around eight hundred!

Among them, almost all of Li's collateral relatives, men, women, and children, came, totaling more than 300 people. They brought their families, and their eyes were filled with trepidation about leaving home and anticipation for the future.

Li Xiangping's wife was also among them, holding a small bundle, standing quietly in the crowd.

The remaining 500-plus people were all residents carefully selected from the town.

Most of them are skilled carpenters, stonemasons, blacksmiths, or those who know a little about herbs or farming, as well as their families.

Among the crowd, those dozens of bright-eyed, curious yet timid teenagers, like pearls mixed in with rough stones, are the "seeds" that warm the heart the most.

Li Xiaoyao stood on a protruding rock, without saying anything provocative.

He simply looked silently and slowly at the faces of those who were about to leave their homes and head to the unknown with him.

"The road ahead is a hundred times more difficult than this one."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly:

"There is danger, there is hardship, there may be bloodshed, and you may even lose your life there."

"If you regret it now, you can still turn back and go home. But once you step onto the airship, there's no turning back."

The crowd rippled slightly, like wind blowing through a wheat field. But no one moved or retreated.

On each face, etched with the deep marks of life, a similar resolve was on their side.

Staying behind would only mean watching the family decline day by day, with descendants repeating the hardships of their ancestors.

Leaving, even if it's a dangerous path, if you win the gamble, your descendants will be able to hold their heads high.

"it is good."

Li Xiaoyao said no more and waved his sleeve.

Above the clearing in the mountain valley, the air distorted and rippled silently, and the thirty-foot-long gray-black flying boat quietly appeared.

The ship's hull was ancient, and the runes on its surface lit up with a faint glow, carrying a silent yet immense sense of oppression.

A murmur of gasps rose from the crowd, but soon, at the signal of Li Mude and Li Xiaoyao, people began to line up in several rows.

Supporting the elderly and leading the young, carrying simple bags—mostly tools they couldn't bear to part with, carefully preserved seeds, patched clothes, and hard-to-find dry rations—

Silently and orderly, they walked toward the open, dark hatch.

The cold light of the flying boat reflected on everyone's face. Their steps were heavy or hurried, each step entrusting their own and their family's fate to this unknown creation.

Li Xiaoyao's divine sense stirred slightly, and the spatial expansion array inside the flying boat quietly began to operate.

The ship, which appears to be only thirty feet long from the outside, is surprisingly spacious inside, large enough to comfortably accommodate over eight hundred people, and even has simple accommodation areas.

Li Mude was the last to board the ship.

With one foot on the gangway, he turned back for one last look at the Sunset Mountain, which was now just a blurry outline in the night.

His eyes held a complex mix of longing and relief, which ultimately coalesced into a resolute determination, like stone. He turned and disappeared into the light and shadow within the cabin.

The hatch closed heavily and silently. The airship shuddered slightly, slowly lifted off the ground, and rose silently, creating a small gust of air in the mountain valley that caused the wild grass to bend low.

It adjusted its direction, aimed its bow at the clouds, trembled slightly, and shot into them like an arrow, disappearing from sight.

He came alone, and returned with a cabin full of smoke and fire.

Just as the Void Flying Boat had left the edge of the Yunzhou Plane and had not yet entered the void.

Li Xiaoyao stood in front of the main control array, about to lock the course completely onto the "Thick Earth Golden Cliff" landmark.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!