Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

Li Xiaoyao perked up and turned around to greet him.

"Xiang Ping, Scarface, gather twenty good men, bring their weapons! Tong Ya, you come with us, you'll be in charge of translation."

"The rest of you, five will stay behind to guard the airship, while the rest, led by Aunt Liu and Han Mo, will establish a temporary defensive line near the airship, ready to provide support at any time!"

"yes!"

The crowd responded with a resounding roar.

Soon, a team was formed, led by Li Mutian and Li Xiaoyao, both Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The team mainly consists of late-stage Qi Refining experts such as Li Xiangping, Scarface, Iron Bow, and Poisonous Old Man, plus Li Tongya as their "translator".

A small, elite squad of over twenty people sped toward the indigenous settlement on the outskirts of the sanctuary.

The closer one gets to the outer perimeter of the sanctuary, the more pronounced the atmosphere of fear, chaos, and bewilderment becomes in the air.

When they arrived at a relatively flat, scorched hilly area, the sight before them left even the well-informed Scarface and other rogue cultivators speechless with astonishment.

The crowd was dense and overwhelming, probably numbering in the tens of thousands!

They gathered in tribal units around a relatively open depression.

Most of these indigenous people were poorly clothed, had emaciated faces, and unhealthy dark gray skin.

Their faces and bodies were covered with various simple yet eerie white or dark red patterns.

They carried rudimentary weapons and tributes wrapped in animal hides, yet now they huddled together like a frightened herd of beasts.

They stared in terror at the still-lingering dark red sky in the direction of the sanctuary, uttering noisy and chaotic sobs and whispers.

"There are quite a lot of people."

Li Xiaoyao's divine sense swept across the entire area like invisible ripples, and then he curled his lip in disapproval.

"Unfortunately, most of them haven't even reached the first level of Qi Refining. They're just stronger than ordinary people, and they've developed a slight resistance due to the long-term exposure to the turbid and evil influences of this place."

"Valuable 'experience packs'... cough, I mean, those with cultivation levels are not many."

Li Mutian nodded slightly.

In his perception, among these tens of thousands of people, only about a hundred possessed fluctuations equivalent to the Qi Refining stage, and most of them were concentrated in the early stage of Qi Refining, with the middle stage being rare.

Those who can reach the late stage of Qi Refining are extremely rare.

"Go directly to the core area."

Li Mutian made a decisive decision.

"Ignore these peripheral fry."

The two no longer concealed their auras, and the pressure of their Foundation Establishment stage cultivation was released in a thunderous roar!

An invisible spiritual pressure swept towards the depression like a tidal wave!

Those natives who were already filled with fear and anxiety, especially those with little or no cultivation, felt as if they had been struck on the head with a heavy hammer.

Many people rolled their eyes back and fainted.

Those with even a little cultivation also trembled violently, as if they were sinking into a quagmire.

His movements became extremely slow, and his face showed an expression of extreme pain and fear. He could not even hold the bone staff and stone spear firmly, and they clattered to the ground.

Li Xiaoyao and Li Mutian led their team, moving through the area as if it were empty.

It flew over the collapsed and unconscious indigenous people, heading straight for the area in the center of the depression where simple stone platforms and animal skin tents were set up—

Those gathered there were clearly tribal chiefs, priests, or the most powerful warriors.

The number of indigenous people in the core area has decreased significantly, to only a few hundred, but their presence is noticeably stronger.

Upon seeing two Foundation Establishment cultivators leading a group of murderous "blasphemers" flying through the air, these people let out terrified and angry roars, attempting to organize a resistance.

However, faced with an absolute disparity in strength, any resistance would appear futile and laughable.

Li Xiaoyao didn't even bother to lift a finger. The "Four Seasons Mirror" hung beside him, its surface shimmering with a faint crimson light, radiating a heart-palpitating heat and oppressive aura.

Li Mutian went even further, the phantom of the Xuanhuang Prison Tower flashing past behind him.

The overwhelming aura that suppressed everything caused several indigenous warriors at the forefront, whose auras were around the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining, to cough up blood and collapse to the ground.

"what?"

Li Xiaoyao's gaze swept across the area and landed on several figures at the edge of the core area.

These people had a rather strange aura, although they were still essentially within the realm of Qi cultivation.

However, it contains a complex, violent power that originates from the same source as the surrounding malevolent energy.

This caused their aura to faintly touch the threshold of the Foundation Establishment level, although it was weak and far inferior to that of a true Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Hey bro, see those 'fake' guys?"

Li Xiaoyao nodded with his chin.

"His aura is intimidating, but I doubt he could even withstand a single move from us."

Li Mutian naturally noticed this as well, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes:

"It must be that the local indigenous people used some crude method to forcibly draw evil energy into their bodies to enhance their strength, but their foundation is completely destroyed and their path is cut off."

"However, it's a good opportunity to capture them and question them."

The two exchanged a glance, and then moved simultaneously!

There were no dazzling clashes of supernatural powers, no intense entanglement.

The new foundational method is a complete and utter crushing defeat of this messy and flawed pseudo-foundational method.

Li Xiaoyao's figure appeared like a ghost behind a giant man who was two zhang tall, with muscles bulging like rocks and dark gold skin.

The giant reacted quickly, roaring as he turned around and threw a punch. The wind from the punch was howling, accompanied by the sound of earth and rocks cracking!

However, Li Xiaoyao simply raised his hand casually, his five fingers spread, and seemingly slowly but with unparalleled precision, he gripped the other's wrist.

"Snap!"

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

The giant's fist, capable of splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks, was as fragile as a biscuit in Li Xiaoyao's palm, which was infused with Foundation Establishment True Essence.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Li Xiaoyao sent the giant's massive body crashing into the ground like a tattered sack, kicking up a cloud of dust. After struggling for a few moments, the giant was unable to get up.

On the other hand, Li Mutian was even more direct.

He pressed down with his palm in mid-air, the crimson-gold palm print pressing down like a mountain.

He slammed the two indigenous priests, who were attempting to unleash a combined attack, to their knees, causing their malevolent energy to dissipate and blood to gush from their mouths.

Others, such as Li Xiangping and Scarface, were not idle either. Like tigers entering a flock of sheep, they quickly subdued the other indigenous leaders who were in the later stages of Qi Refining.

Within ten breaths, no more resistance fighters remained standing in the entire core area.

In the end, including those "pseudo-Foundation Establishment" cultivators, there were a total of thirteen native prisoners with the strongest auras.

He was firmly bound by ropes formed by Li Xiaoyao's spiritual power and thrown onto the open ground in front of the central stone platform.

Most of them were injured, their eyes filled with anger, fear, and confusion.

Li Tongya took a deep breath and stepped forward.

I began to use the indigenous vocabulary I had studied over the past few months and learned piecemeal from the prisoners' minds to try to communicate with them.

His questions were nothing more than "Where is the gatekeeper priest?", "What is the cause of the sanctuary's transformation?", and "What is the purpose of your gathering?"

At first, the prisoners either kept silent or glared fiercely at Li Tongya.

He was muttering some incomprehensible local language, but judging from his ferocious expression, it was definitely not something nice.

One of the most violent reactions came from an old priest whose face was covered in white spiral patterns, who was thin and whose eyes gleamed with madness.

He struggled violently!

He let out a series of sharp, rapid, and vicious roars in the direction of Li Xiaoyao and Li Mutian, spitting out saliva.

Li Xiaoyao didn't even need Li Tongya to translate.

Just look at the old man's eyes, as if he wanted to devour me alive, and the way he was spitting as he spoke.

I knew this old guy's insults would be extremely vile; he probably cursed everyone's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Tsk, villains die from talking too much, but you, a nobody who can't even be considered a villain, talk this much too?"

Li Xiaoyao picked at his ear impatiently.

He didn't bother with words and simply waved his hand dismissively.

An invisible force instantly pulled the cursing old priest out of the pile of prisoners.

Suspended three zhang above the ground, his limbs were firmly locked by spiritual power, making him unable to move.

The old priest was taken aback at first, then struggled and cursed even more frantically.

Li Xiaoyao's eyes were cold as he flicked his finger at the "Four Seasons Mirror" at his waist.

A flash of crimson light appeared on the mirror, and a blazing white line of fire, only as thick as a finger and radiating terrifying heat, shot out!

It hit the old priest's foot precisely.