Linggen Civil Engineering only wants to build roads

Among ordinary people, it is said that the poor study literature, while the rich practice martial arts.

Aside from innate talent and comprehension, ordinary people must diligently cultivate their vital energy and blood every day in order to do so.

Most importantly, there must be a sufficient supply of meat. We don't need to eat meat every day, but at least we need to have meat every now and then.

Therefore, for ordinary martial artists, their cultivation level is built upon worldly wealth.

Martial artists are divided into those who have acquired their skills, those who have acquired them, and those who are masters.

The Hao family, the number one family in Qingyun City, has several innate martial artists in charge, which is why they are able to maintain their position as the number one family.

For the laborers conscripted by Fang Chen, it was already a blessing to have a meal while working. As for wages, they shouldn't even think about it. Originally, Fang Chen planned to test the spiritual roots of their children after the family had finished testing their spiritual roots.

If the flesh of demonic beasts could help them become martial artists, that would be excellent.

Then, they set up a large pot by the roadside.

Fang Chen put a small piece of monster meat into the pot to cook.

Before long, a rich and flavorful broth was freshly made.

"It smells so good!" one of the laborers said with a laugh, since they might only have the chance to eat meat once a year during the Lunar New Year.

The first to try was Chen Er, the leader of the many laborers.

He was also promoted by Fang Chen, who trusted him greatly, so he became the first to try the soup.

Without hesitation, Chen Er picked up the bowl, blew on it, and took the first sip of soup. Fang Chen asked from the side, "How does it feel?"

"It's alright, I didn't feel much."

"That's good," Fang Chen said, relieved. At least for now, it wouldn't pose much of a threat to mortals. They would have to wait and see how it would actually work.

Finally, after Chen Er finished drinking all the monster meat soup in the bowl, he felt his body getting warm.

Afterwards, he learned a few moves of Five-Step Fist from the Third Master who practiced martial arts in the city.

For some reason, Chen Er's last punch landed on a small tree about the size of a bowl by the roadside, and the result surprised everyone.

The sapling was snapped in half, truly demonstrating the power of a martial artist.

"I've become a martial artist! I've become a martial artist!" Chen Er shouted happily.

Fang Chen nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that the meat of the demon beast was really important to martial artists. Although he could use the martial power of a cultivator to force mortals to do things, if he wanted a better result, he should still entice them with benefits.

In the days that followed, Fang Chen continued to repair roads during the day.

With the addition of three apprentices, the time it used to take him fifty days to travel ten miles has now been reduced by half.

As the cultivators unleashed their magic, the mortals on the other side also needed to speed up their efforts to level the road.

This time, Fang Chen didn't need any mortal family organizations; the news that the Demon Beast Soup could turn mortals into martial artists spread like wildfire.

Countless ordinary people wanted to join the road construction team, and they even brought their own dry rations. After careful selection, about seventy more people were added, bringing the total number of people in the road construction team to one hundred and fifty.

As time went by, the road gradually extended forward.

"This must be Zhangjiaji," Fang Chen said, looking at the town in front of him.

"That's right, this is the second big town we've passed through," Chen Er immediately replied.

Now Chen Er has transformed into a martial artist. To repay him for daring to be the first to taste the soup, Fang Chen would occasionally give him some monster meat as a treat. And he himself lived up to expectations, obtaining a fist technique from a martial artist in the city.

They practiced in a very professional manner.

At the same time, they were also actively organizing other laborers to drink the monster soup.

Just as Fang Chen was about to discuss the road construction route with Chen Er, they saw a strange young man carrying a shoulder pole but wearing a Taoist robe walking towards them.

Seeing that they were coming towards him, Fang Chen told Chen Er to step back.

He then had his three young apprentices stand behind him.

"Fellow Daoist, do not be afraid. I am Fuyunzi, a mountain-carrying man," the young man said, not getting too close, but putting down his carrying pole from a distance.

"The mountain-carrying man? Could he be a cultivator who carries and sells goods here?" Fang Chen asked.

"It's good that you've heard from us, fellow Daoist," Fu Yunzi said with a smile. "I see you're using magic to repair the road here; may I ask why?"

The fact that Fang Chen personally built the road aroused curiosity not only among mortals but also among cultivators.

So Fang Chen used the same excuse again.

"It's just a method of cultivating merit; there's no special reason behind it."

"I see. I apologize for bothering you," Fu Yunzi bowed and then asked, "I see that you have disciples, so you must have a master. Do you wish to purchase some spiritual materials and treasures?"

"I have all kinds of elixirs, talismans, magical artifacts, and cultivation techniques here, as well as blank talisman paper and ink, common minerals and spiritual herbs..."

Before he could finish his sentence, this man named Fuyunzi rattled off a long list of his main businesses, much like reciting a menu.

It can be said that he was extremely skilled.

Fang Chen, on the other hand, heard about the blank talisman paper and was somewhat tempted.

After Fang Chen killed the three Gale Wolves, the traces of demon wolves around Qiyun Temple suddenly disappeared.

He had some guesses about this. Either the other party had given up on this place, or they were brewing an even bigger disaster. If it was the former, that would be fine, and Fang Chen could build the road in peace. But if it was the latter, then it would be inappropriate.

Fang Chen had already reached his limit when he was able to kill three Gale Wolves with the help of talismans.

Now, whether the attacking Gale Wolves are more numerous or stronger, they are difficult for him to deal with.

All they can rely on is their constantly refined talisman-making skills. But without the arrival of the demon wolves, their accumulated blank talisman paper will eventually run out, given their talisman-making speed.

Just when Fang Chen was having a headache over this matter, he unexpectedly ran into this mountain-carrying man.

Seeing the expectant look in Fuyunzi's eyes, Fang Chen smiled and said, "I am indeed somewhat interested."

He gave the laborers a holiday and took his three young apprentices and Fuyunzi back to the villa in Qingshan City.

As soon as he sat down, Fu Yunzi laughed and said, "I thought you were like other cultivators, living in seclusion in the mountains and forests. I didn't expect you to live in the city."

"To do good deeds, one naturally needs to interact with the mortal world," Fang Chen naturally changed the subject. "I only heard a general outline of what you said, fellow Daoist. I wonder if you have any pills here that can enhance cultivation?"

Fang Chen needed talisman paper, but he didn't ask directly.

Instead, he asked a question that every cultivator cares about.

"How could we, the people of the mountains, possibly possess such elixirs? If you wish to purchase them, you will have to make a trip to the market yourself."

"The market is thousands of miles away. How can we, mere rogue cultivators, possibly travel such a long distance?" Fang Chen couldn't help but sigh.

Fu Yunzi, sitting opposite him, also took a sip of his tea.

"Yes, the market is situated high above the spiritual veins, protected by numerous grand formations, and overseen by Foundation Establishment cultivators. It is indeed difficult for us mortals to go there. However, this is precisely what gives us mountain bearers a chance to make a living. If you have any requests, we can make a special trip for you."

"Shall we make a trip to the market?"

"How could that be? A trip to the market caravan is possible. There are caravans in the market that frequently travel to trade, but they are trading with powerful forces that have spiritual lands under their control. For us rogue cultivators, we don't have that opportunity."