Eternal Life: I'm a Farm Owner in the Cultivation World

"Sui'an girl! Xue Xuanzi..."

Zhou Zhen shook his hands with a hint of hope in his eyes, "Is he still alive?"

Now, the decisive battle between the two sects is over. Although the Qingyang Sect has won a complete victory, everyone knows whether this battle is over or not depends on Li Sui'an's words.

At this moment, the four of them were staring at her, all looking a little nervous.

"Alive."

Li Sui'an lowered his eyes slightly and paused, "But he won't be able to come back within a hundred years, or in other words, he won't be able to come back after a hundred years."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then thought, in a hundred years, Li Sui'an has now reached the perfection of the Golden Elixir, and is only one step away from the Nascent Soul.

At the worst possible outcome, the entire sect would devote all its efforts to cultivating a Nascent Soul!

"That's good, that's good."

Zhou Zhen lowered his eyes, his whole body instantly aged by dozens of years, and murmured: "The ancestor will surely rest in peace when he sees that the Qingyang Sect has survived."

Everyone knows that there is no future life for monks. This sentence is actually to comfort everyone.

"The Pure Land Temple and the Flying Snake Palace are also fighting a war now."

Li Sui'an nodded and continued: "Now the other two sects are like time bombs. Our sect must now develop comprehensively and quickly!"

"Otherwise, victory will be just a smoke and mirrors."

The rest of the people nodded solemnly, but none of them noticed that in their hearts they regarded Li Sui'an as the backbone of the sect, waiting for her arrangements.

"Junior sister, what are your plans?"

Xia Yuhao thought for a while, patted his chest and said, "As long as you speak, I, Xia Yuhao, will be the first to rush to the front!"

"Sui'an! Me too!"

Lu Haiming obviously hadn't rested well in the past few days, and his eyes were still green.

"No more fighting now!"

Li Sui'an smiled, then suddenly his eyes glazed over, and then said: "We have to cultivate our health and make war fortune by the way!"

"Hai Ming! You organize some clever Qi-training and foundation-building disciples within the sects to support the two sects. Make sure to prolong the war between them!"

"Uncle Wanmu, I will summarize all the spiritual fields of the sect and teach you how to breed monsters and animals to produce a large amount of resources!"

"Uncle Zhou, you are the leader. Now that there is no war, military achievements may not be able to stimulate the disciples. Therefore, the sect continues to reform. All the resources handed over to the sect will be purchased by the sect at 90% of the market price and exchanged for spiritual stones and contribution points. It will be all right."

"Both the inner and outer sects and the handymen will only collect 10% of the tax! Encourage the sect disciples to produce as much as possible!"

Yingzheng relied on war to support war, and if there was no war to fight, the economy would definitely decline significantly. The Qingyang Sect had been in ruins for fifty years and was waiting to be revitalized.

In this case, then we should improve the sect's economy. These finished products are all war resources to be sold to the other two sects!

Everyone was not a fool. They understood Li Sui'an's thoughts after just a little thinking and nodded in agreement.

"what about me?"

Xia Yuhao was stunned for a moment, then said: "They all have something to do, so what should I do?"

"Of course I won't forget you!"

Li Sui'an saw Xia Yuhao looking like he had been abandoned by the organization, and said with a smile: "From tomorrow on, you will lead all the disciples who are majoring in combat training to hone their martial arts, and also recruit the prisoners of war from the Iron Blood Sect."

"By the way, let me go through the three cities of cultivating immortals and the scattered markets. I must find all the ghosts!"

Having said that, Xia Yuhao happily accepted this task.

It was obvious that Li Sui'an assigned tasks based on the strengths of the remaining people, Master Wanmu had studied the art, and Master Zhou Zhen had studied the management.

Xia Yuhao has a flexible mind and mainly uses martial arts, which is best suited for running around.

As for Lu Haiming, he must be a "little expert" in the battle between the two sects.

After giving all the instructions, everyone immediately started to get busy.

Only Master Wanmu and Li Fusheng stayed.

"Girl Sui'an, Lingzhi's disciples suffered heavy losses this time!"

Master Wanmu sighed, "Our Si Nong Palace has never been very outstanding in combat. In the fifty years of war, two-thirds of our disciples died in the war."

As soon as these words came out, Li Sui'an understood.

To put it bluntly, there are many spiritual fields in the Qingyang Sect, but not so many people are planting them.

"Uncle, don't worry."

Li Sui'an thought for a while and then said: "Uncle Master, first register how many spiritual plants are needed for all the disciples of the sect. The disciples who make the talisman peaks and make the talisman paper, as well as the disciples of the Alchemy Pavilion and those who practice cooking, they should be the most in need of spiritual plants. , just plant what they need.”

"Aren't you still here with me? I'll guarantee a thousand acres of spiritual land!"

Master Wanmu was stunned for a moment, then stuttered: "How many, how many?!"

"A thousand acres!"

"A thousand acres?!"

"yes!"

Li Sui'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry. That's right. Most spiritual planters can plant one or two hundred acres of spiritual fields, which is good.

While first-level spiritual cultivators and second-level spiritual planters are usually busy with just a few dozen acres, whoever is like her can have a thousand acres of spiritual land with just a wave of his hand...

After confirming that Li Sui'an was not joking, Master Wanmu left.

"Let's go, Fusheng."

Li Sui'an waved, "Go and see your master. The sect should have built a tomb for him! Take me to see it."

"Master..."

Li Fusheng choked up, "Although the war is over, the new crisis is not over yet. Even the disciples of the sect are unable to express condolences to their master!"

Indeed, Li Sui'an nodded and smiled bitterly. Condolences are only for living people. Monks have no reincarnation, and condolences have no effect.

Having said that, I still can't help but think about people when I see things.

Shen Yuan's tomb is in the valley where Linghai Lake is located. A small tomb and a jade tombstone shocked Li Sui'an.

"Master!"

Li Sui'an knelt down on his knees and wiped some dirt residue on the jade tablet with his expressionless hands, murmuring: "Xue Xuanzi is worse than dead now. I regret it a little. I should have introduced Xue Xuanzi into the spirit world immediately."

"Master, there is no reincarnation for monks, and I don't know if your soul is still left. If you are still there, remember to come to me. My disciple still has a place to go in the ghost cultivation country, and I will take you there to practice. "

Li Fusheng on the side was already sobbing. Li Sui'an said expressionlessly, and then a spell was swung, covering the entire tomb and jade stele with a wall covering.

"Floating life, there is no resurrection after death."

Li Sui'an stood up, as if all his strength had been drained, "Remember, some people kill all living things in the world for their own sake, but some people are willing to die for the sake of the sect to survive!"

"There are thousands of Tao methods. Whichever Tao you understand is your lifelong luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Fusheng looked at Li Sui'an with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, Li Fusheng's whole body emitted a white light, and spiritual energy surged out.

"Enlightenment of life and death..." (End of this chapter)