Journey to the West Creation Technique

Chaos reigns in Middle-earth.

The Qingyun Sect was destroyed.

The sect leader was martyred.

These messages quickly spread throughout the entire Nanming Guard.

A discussion about the future of the Southern Underworld Guard quietly began to spread.

Lu Chengjun did not participate in the discussion, but he had heard about it.

After all, everyone was talking about this, even the ordinary people in Fence Village.

When he went to the school yesterday, he saw Master Zhou Xuanyang sitting alone at his desk, wiping away tears.

Everyone was plunged into grief.

Some people are saddened by the loss of their spiritual path and the destruction of their sect.

Some people, however, are so homesick that they cannot suppress their longing.

The situation is slightly better in the village. Many people in Liba Village have already started families, with men farming and women weaving, so at least they have a place to settle down.

The three thousand miners in the garrison were all young and strong men. They had already suffered from leaving their homes, and now they had no hope left.

When people's hearts are in turmoil, opinions become chaotic.

"We have been stranded in the desolate Southern Underworld, where there are far more men than women, and at least three thousand able-bodied men are unable to find a match."

"Lieutenant Zhao suggested abducting local women and forcing them into marriage to have children."

"That's definitely a solution!"

"Not only that! Cultivators need to have many children so that they can give birth to children with spiritual roots."

"We'll assign ten women to cultivators and four to ordinary able-bodied men. We need to capture at least ten thousand young women... Only in this way can our race rapidly multiply and thrive. Three thousand years from now, this place will once again be a Central Continent!"

"What are you talking about?! How is the reproduction of captives any different from that of beasts?"

"Beasts!? We must ensure the continuation of our race; this is a matter we must do!"

"That's still unacceptable, it's morally reprehensible!"

"In those barbaric times, even human sacrifice was commonplace, and the birth of a captive was considered a remarkable story!"

"We are not barbarians!"

"But this is a wild and untamed land!"

……

From the main hall of the garrison to the alleys and lanes of villages, and even the fields.

Grief and conflict are everywhere.

The sorrow lies in the intense longing for home, and the struggle is over where to go and what to do next.

Lu Chengjun did not participate in the dispute, adhering to the "Sha Wujing" principle of speaking little.

There's nothing to argue about...

The real problem for the Southern Underworld Guard is not that there are more men than women, but that they lack a strong protector.

Indigenous tribes often have the protection of demonic beasts whose strength is comparable to that of a Golden Core or even a Nascent Soul ancestor.

What does the Southern Underworld Guard have?

The total population is 15,000, with over 300 cultivators, including eight Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

Such strength...

Survival is difficult enough!

And they'll reproduce and expand?

Hmph! You're overthinking it...

He buried himself in his work.

That was a map of Nanmingwei and the surrounding villages.

A dark line is depicted on the map, which is the cave dug by the aardvark.

This is an abandoned underground cave system that runs through the Southern Underworld Guard...

"Master Lu." A man pushed open the door and entered.

This man was named Zhang Pan, who was Xiao Shitou's father and Yunniang's husband.

"Come in, all of you," Zhang Pan called out loudly as he turned around. Four or five strong young men filed in one after another.

These men were all young and vigorous, with strong physiques, and looked like they had been doing heavy work for many years. However, their faces were somewhat unfamiliar, and Lu Chengjun did not recognize any of them.

Zhang Pan took the initiative to introduce him: "This is Immortal Master Lu Chengjun, the resident immortal master of our village."

Then he pointed to several men and introduced them, saying, "These brothers just came out of the mine and will be assigned to our village from now on."

"Stone rammer".

"Chen Jiujin".

"Zhou Datong".

"Lu Duankun".

"Liu Baisui".

"...Greetings, Master Lu."

Lu Chengjun rose and returned the greeting: "Gentlemen, there's no need for such formalities. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhang Pan knew that this village-based cultivator was usually taciturn and didn't like to communicate with people. In the more than half a month he had been stationed in the village, he had only spoken to a few people in the village.

He had come here specifically for this purpose, and naturally, he wasn't here to chat. So he got straight to the point: "To be honest, Immortal Master, we're thinking of going into the mountains to cut some good timber. These brothers have now been assigned to our village, so naturally they need to build houses..."

"Oh...you want me to escort you out of the village to cut timber?" After saying that, Lu Chengjun frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "To cut good timber for building houses, we'll have to go at least a mile or two away from the village."

The stone rammer shook his head and said, "The logging and house building can be postponed; let's gather wild hemp first!"

"That's right! We can just make do for one night, there's no need to fix the house."

"We don't even have a wife, what's the point of building a house? Let's gather hemp first!"

"Yes! Harvest the hemp first!"

……

Seeing Lu Chengjun's puzzled expression, Zhang Pan quickly explained, "The garrison just issued an order for each village to collect hemp and make hemp clothing to commemorate the martyred leader. Our village doesn't have enough hemp clothing, so not everyone can wear hemp in mourning."

Lu Chengjun was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

He never expected that these five miners would care so much about something that happened thousands of miles away.

In order to worship their ancestral master, the people even postponed important matters such as settling down and building houses.

Such a sincere heart...

How can one remain unmoved!

"Alright! I'll take you out of the village to harvest hemp!" Lu Chengjun agreed decisively.

The group of seven left the village of Liba.

Lu Chengjun was carrying a hoe, with a tabby cat perched on his shoulder.

The hoe is his weapon, but if he encounters a demonic beast, this hoe, made of black iron, would probably be completely useless.

The real trump card is Amiya, who is perched on my shoulder.

After their previous encounter with the aardvark, Lu Chengjun knew that Amiya had not lost her priestly abilities.

She can use the aura of the Crocodile Demon King to intimidate lesser demons at the Qi Refining level.

Lesser demons such as the Feathered Dragon and the Aardvark could no longer pose any threat to Lu Chengjun.

This thigh that I brought from the indigenous tribe is very thick; I must hold on to it tightly.

As for the Foundation Establishment level monsters, they were likely hunted down and killed by the patrol teams long ago.

This is the source of Lu Chengjun's confidence in acting as a bodyguard.

Seeing Lu Chengjun's composure and calmness, Zhang Pan, Shi Hang, and others held him in high regard.

This resident cultivator is at least at the late stage of Qi Refining.

Extremely powerful!

Following him out of the village guarantees safety.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

An old yellow dog ran around happily; it was brought by Zhang Pan from the Central Plains and raised from a puppy.

"Was it this dog that found Little Stone when he got lost last time?" Lu Chengjun suddenly asked.

"A few years ago, a feathered dragon broke into the village. Luckily, Ah Huang barked wildly and lured it away, which saved the lives of everyone in the village," Zhang Pan said with a sigh.

"Indeed clever," Lu Chengjun praised, then fell silent.

The group walked silently for more than ten miles into the depths of the dense forest and finally found a patch of wild hemp.

The six men took out their sickles and began harvesting hemp. Except for Lu Chengjun, everyone carried a bamboo basket and tried to collect as many hemp leaves as possible.

As Lu Chengjun looked around, he suddenly noticed a small dot on the distant horizon that was constantly rotating.

That thing... seems to be flying this way.

"Meow!" Amiya jumped onto Lu Chengjun's shoulder. "It's a falcon! Quick, hide!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Chengjun jumped in surprise. He had also clearly seen that it was a giant eagle swooping down. He shouted, "Quick, quick, hide! Hide under the hemp tree!"

Just as everyone had taken cover, a fierce wind howled overhead, clearly indicating that a huge creature had swept overhead.

Everyone was so frightened that their faces turned pale, and no one dared to say a word.

Zhang Pan, holding the old yellow dog in his arms, made a shushing gesture.

This dog is very intelligent. It usually barks incessantly, but now it obediently shuts its mouth and doesn't dare to make a sound.

However, a sudden gust of wind arose.

The hemp leaves overhead were blown away, and everyone revealed their true forms.

"Woof, woof, woof!" The old yellow dog leaped out as if it had gone mad, darting out of the hemp field and quickly reaching an open area. It raised its head and barked wildly at the sky.