Everyone was startled.
It was indeed the case!
Zhang Wei also revealed a strange look, "I was indeed careless, but I have nothing else worthwhile to offer besides these."
Young Ying, this child, is quite clever.
After pondering for a long time, Zhang Wei continued, "Since that's the case, I won't bring the delicacies home. I'll prepare some spirit stones or similar items as payment."
"In addition, I will have Zhuo Bufan prepare some Immortal Ascension Tokens, as well as methods to detect spiritual roots. If any of your descendants or disciples have the aptitude for cultivation, they can present this token and join the Tianmen Sect."
"What do you think?"
The idea of Immortal Ascension Tokens was a sudden inspiration for Zhang Wei. From Shaofeng's perspective, these martial artists had a deep desire to join immortal sects.
It was like how cultivators yearned for ascension.
As expected, the moment Zhang Wei spoke, excitement reappeared on everyone's faces. The temptation was immense!
Just then, the sect's bronze bell rang, and the sound of fighting echoed from the mountain gate.
Zhang Wei frowned and said, "What's going on?"
A young Taoist boy hurried over, "Please excuse us, honored guests. It seems some rogue cultivators, coveting the wealth of the Tianmen Sect, have organized a raid. The Sect Master, Young Sect Master, and all the Martial Ancestors have gone to quell it, and it should be resolved soon."
Zhang Wei nodded.
Since that was the case, he might as well go and watch the excitement. With a wave of his hand, he brought everyone along.
Standing on the courtyard wall, sword lights crisscrossed in the distant sky, various dazzling colors resembling the sunset, and the rainbow after rain!
Everyone watched, mesmerized. So, there were such ways of fighting in this world!
These individuals were all masters of their respective domains, with extraordinary talent and powerful comprehension. This battle was deeply imprinted in their minds. Each person was captivated, yet deep in thought.
"Bufan, what's the situation?"
At this moment, Zhuo Bufan was like a drawn sword, radiating a formidable aura, completely shedding his usual refined and scholarly demeanor.
Seeing Zhang Wei's inquiry, Zhuo Bufan immediately replied, "There are as many as eight Foundation Establishment stage cultivators who have come to attack, and their techniques are quite formidable. They were likely drawn here by the sale of Rock Rice, coveting the treasures of the Tianmen Sect."
"Are you under pressure? Last time, three Foundation Establishment cultivators attacked..."
"There is indeed some pressure, but last time our Tianmen Sect was unarmed. Now, the Tianmen Sect is well-stocked with spirit stones, various talismans, spirit artifacts, and spirit beasts, so there's no problem!"
The martial arts grandmasters understood.
As expected, it was caused by those immortal delicacies. Even the immortal sect was coveted, let alone...
Zhang Wei nodded, "Let a few of them come over. I happen to want to test the strength of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators."
"Alright!"
Zhuo Bufan waved his hand, and the Tianmen Sect's bronze bell chimed. The disciples of the Tianmen Sect, hearing this, realized it was a signal to retreat and defend. Though puzzled, they followed suit.
Orders were strictly obeyed.
This was also a pillar of the Tianmen Sect's strength.
Zhang Wei summoned a few people with a wave of his hand: Gang Tu and Jia Quan from the hunter faction.
Qing Cheng and Haru from the assassin faction.
Xi Feng and Wu Yong from the Great Glacier faction.
And countless subordinates from various factions.
As soon as they appeared, Haru stretched lazily, breathing deeply.
"After squatting in the Mental Time Room for three or four years, I can finally come out for some fresh air!"
"Indeed, I miss the outside scenery."
"The outsiders here are dressed quite handsomely, very stylish!"
"Look, they seem to be fighting over there, with dazzling lights filling the sky, very watchable!"
While the crowd was chattering and chatting idly, the eight invading Foundation Establishment cultivators had already arrived!
Each of them summoned flying swords, magical treasures, banners, spirit beasts, and various peculiar equipment, exuding killing intent!
One cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and seven in the early stage...
Zhang Wei asked, "What are the Gourmet Cells levels of the general laborers in the Mental Time Room now?"
Xi Feng replied, "The latest batch of refugees absorbed, entering the Time Room for about two years, their strength is roughly between 20 and 25."
"Find a few dozen of them and bring them with combat equipment."
"Okay!"
A minute later, Zhang Wei summoned dozens of people and instructed them, "Bring me the heads of those eight individuals."
These were all muscular men, strong and burly. They were usually responsible for hauling stones in the Treasure Room and worked on the construction of the floating city.
If nothing else, their robust muscles were filled with immense power, resembling giants who could carry mountains.
Even though they were only level 20, they could easily lift thousands of tons of stone with one hand, and carry over ten thousand tons with ease, working tirelessly all day.
Upon hearing Zhang Wei's orders, the dozens of laborers felt a surge of excitement. They never imagined they would have the opportunity to fight for their City Lord!
The dozens of men charged forward with their cleavers, as if they had been injected with chicken blood!
Their immense strength brought explosive speed. The cultivators had never seen such humanoid monsters, and they all dodged. Some, however, rashly attacked to test them, only to have their magical treasures cleaved in two with a single strike!
Floating with a sword...
Poisonous insects and weeds...
Binding with soft weapons...
Freezing and burning with fire...
The cultivators immediately brought out their countermeasures. Although they couldn't confront them directly, the cultivators' fighting styles were indeed too flashy. Just flying with a sword gave them a crushing advantage in maneuverability.
The laborers could only resort to throwing stones, fighting like they were hunting birds.
For a time, the laborers were spun around helplessly, with no ability to resist. If not for their large numbers, casualties would have occurred by now.
"Level 20-25 can contend with Foundation Establishment cultivators, but they lack effective means."
Fetch some stronger laborers.
Levels 26-30.
Levels 31-35.
When these two tiers entered the fray, the situation completely reversed. With every movement, they hurled stones the size of pavilions, and their attacks were incredibly dense. A slight leap could cover dozens of meters, forcing the cultivators to ascend rapidly!
Foundation Establishment cultivators could barely cope, while the Qi Refining stage raiders were directly captured, and countless were beaten to death with random blows.
Xi Feng said, "Boss, why not bring out some assassins and hunters? The laborers have the levels, but lack combat experience, so they are not the best choices."
"I'm just comparing the power levels. If I bring out hunters, the effect won't be clear."
Zhang Wei had arrived in the cultivation world for fifteen days, which translated to over two years in the Treasure Room, plus previous training time, meaning many had spent three to five years.
In the side hall, chefs were still practicing, constantly creating delicious food, and their rate of strength improvement was terrifying. It was normal to gain over ten levels in a year.
Individuals like Toronto were deliberately kept as experimental subjects by Zhang Wei, with a portion at each level.
Levels 36-40!
These were no longer beings that Foundation Establishment cultivators could overcome with skill. There was an absolute gap in power between them.
The palm lightning that Foundation Establishment cultivators spent a long time accumulating power for couldn't even penetrate their defenses.