Starting My Cultivation With Time Management-Chapter 928 - 68 The Way of Hospitality

Chapter 928 -68 The Way of Hospitality

How strong is Long Long’s current power?

If having a First Grade Golden Core already set him apart from other Golden Core True Persons of the same realm, then forming a First Grade Immortal Infant further widened this gap.

Now, Long Long’s combat strength might not rival a true immortal, but it is already not far off.

The so-called Immortal Infant indeed possesses powers comparable to that of immortals. As for ordinary cultivators at the Nascent Soul Realm, no matter how many there are, they are incapable of restraining him.

As for the Jiaolong cultivators within the Beiming Fanyang, although they possess relatively complete cultivation technique inheritances, their lack of long-term interaction with the outside world and absence of a competitive dueling environment have resulted in most of their combat abilities being rather unimpressive.

When crushed by Long Long’s Dragon’s Might, instead of first attempting to break free from the control of their consciousness, they instinctively struggled with their physical bodies, leading naturally to a resounding defeat with no means to fight back.

Long Long gazed coldly across the scene, his eyes finally landing on the subdued elder, his mind already formulating a guess.

It seemed that the one who had contacted him through the teleportation array earlier must have been this very elder.

As for why he had been captured by that middle-aged cultivator, the reason wasn’t difficult to deduce:

Within the confines of the Beiming Fanyang, there had always been two opposing forces, namely the Conservative Faction and the Reformist Sect.

The former had made the Beiming Fanyang almost completely closed off to the outside world, thus forming the main body of the Jiaolong Clan’s authority. The latter, on the other hand, consisted of individuals like Shi Yao and those contacting Long Long, who could only conduct their activities in secrecy.

As for why Long Long and Long Hu were left stranded outside for over half a month, it was likely that this elder from the Reformist Sect was attempting to open a passageway for them, only to be discovered by the Conservative Faction.

At this thought, Long Long turned his gaze to the elder, slightly withdrawing the Dragon’s Might suppressing him.

The elder finally scrambled to his feet, pointing at Long Long, his face filled with hatred and remorse:

“You! You!”

“What’s wrong with me?” Long Long asked, bewildered.

Clearly, I saved you, and yet you’re throwing me such a dirty look—what’s the meaning of this?

“How are you at the Dong Yuan Realm?” the elder asked, his expression filled with unwillingness.

Long Long: ………

So, this was because I deliberately crafted a naïve and harmless persona through the Communication Jade Slip, making this Jiaolong elder think I was a small, inexperienced demon, wasn’t it?

Honestly, with intelligence as low as yours, it’s probably better for the Beiming Fanyang to remain isolated from the outside world.

“Why shouldn’t I be at the Dong Yuan Realm?” Long Long retorted.

The elder was at a loss for words. When he had received Long Long’s blood sample, he immediately subjected it to spell inspection, confirming that the other party was indeed a genuine member of the Dragon Clan—albeit with unimpressive cultivation realms.

Because of this, the elder lowered his guard toward Long Long: after all, the other party was just a kid.

He hadn’t anticipated that this “kid” would transform into a Dong Yuan Realm powerhouse upon arriving at the Beiming Fanyang, flattening over twenty strong cultivators in one fell swoop. If he harbored any ill intentions, how could the Beiming Fanyang even defend itself?

Well, he *is* a Jiaolong after all; surely he wouldn’t be so ruthless to his own kin… right?

Looking at the surrounding clansmen collapsed on the ground, the elder nervously swallowed, feeling cold sweat drip down his temples.

“Your Beiming Fanyang is truly outrageous.” Long Long declared righteously, “We heard that the Beiming Fanyang is the last refuge for the remnants of the Jiaolong Clan, so we traveled a great distance to seek asylum, only to be ambushed as soon as we entered. What kind of hospitality is this? Is this how the Beiming Fanyang treats its guests?”

The few Dong Yuan Realm Jiaolong cultivators struggling on the ground froze at his words, inwardly full of complaints they didn’t dare voice.

What kind of guest enters their host’s home only to immediately subdue everyone with Dragon’s Might?

“Long Long.” Long Hu stepped forward at an opportune moment, playing the conciliatory role. “I think there must be some kind of misunderstanding here. Why don’t we wait for everyone to get up before discussing further?”

The Jiaolong cultivators collectively fell silent: What do you mean, “wait for us to get up”? Clearly, it’s up to you to *let* us stand, isn’t it?

As soon as the thought crossed their minds, the Dragon’s Might burdening them suddenly lessened.

They clambered back to their feet in a disheveled state, casting their eyes toward the middle-aged cultivator as if asking what they should do now.

The middle-aged cultivator found himself in an awkward position. Moments ago, he had impulsively called them “enemies,” only to be immediately overwhelmed by their Dragon’s Might. Even an idiot could see that they were utterly outmatched. What else could they do?

Whatever the other party wanted! That’s what they would do!

“By the way,” Long Long asked again, his tone betrayed by dissatisfaction, “We’ve been standing here this long. Isn’t anyone going to offer us tea or something?”

“Yes, yes!” The elder finally reacted first, frantically gesturing to the middle-aged cultivator.

After a moment’s silence, the middle-aged cultivator waved his hand and said, “Then let us escort our esteemed guests to another location.”

A group of people silently began making their way toward the direction of the glacier. Along the way, neither the middle-aged cultivator nor the elder said a word. Of course, Long Long knew they were using secret transmissions to communicate and didn’t stop them, leisurely scanning his surroundings instead.

This Beiming Fanyang bore some similarities to the Golden Cicada Temple. Both were fundamentally enclosed Cave Heaven Secret Realms. Moreover, the Secret Realm here maintained a basic spiritual energy circulation system, allowing a large population of cultivators to reside within it for extended periods.

When Long Long’s gaze reached the foot of the glacier, he indeed spotted a small town, home to young Jiaolongs on the verge of reaching the Transformation Rank.

On the icy plains surrounding the town was a substantial lake, where even weaker juvenile dragons—who hadn’t yet grown legs—frolicked and played in the water.

“This feels a bit like the Azure Dragon Clan’s Jianmu Divine Island,” Long Hu remarked casually to Long Long.

The surrounding Jiaolong cultivators were collectively shocked: What?! So they’re from the Azure Dragon Clan, planning to invade our Beiming Fanyang?

“It’s far from that,” Long Long replied. “Just look at the sheer number of non-transformed Jiaolongs compared to the ratio of Transformation Rank cultivators. Their transformation rate can’t hold a candle to the Azure Dragon Clan.” freewёbnoνel.com

The cultivators: ………

“Actually,” the elder said cautiously, “many of our cultivators aren’t here. What our esteemed guests are seeing is only a portion of us.”

“Oh,” Long Long replied nonchalantly. “Even so, it still wouldn’t surpass the Demon Race cultivators outside.”

“Although the spiritual energy here within the Beiming Fanyang may sustain its own cycle, what about heavenly materials and earthly treasures? What about unique cultivation resources? Those are things that can only be born in specific conditions. The Demon Race within the Eastern Emperor Realm have countless ways to acquire them. But you, cut off from the world, have no means to access such resources, right?”

The Jiaolong cultivators fell silent once again.

Long Long’s analysis was spot on. While it was true that the cultivation of Demon Race cultivators mainly involved inhaling Sun Essence and Moon Splendor, mere subsistence on ethereal energy was far from sufficient. For example, crafting magical treasures, practicing unique cultivation techniques, and breaking through bottlenecks often required various kinds of cultivation resources.

When Beiming Fanyang was first constructed, it was stocked with an ample supply of cultivation resources.

However, after the Jiaolong Clan’s decline in Central State and its complete cut-off from external connections, they fell into a state of “sitting idly while eating away their mountain of surplus.”

Though their resources were still sufficient for the present, the dwindling stockpile was an undeniable reality the clan faced.

The Reformist Sect, where the elder belonged, advocated a cautious and covert approach to contacting the outside world, prioritizing access to resources. Conversely, the faction led by the middle-aged cultivator believed external contact was too dangerous given the powerful enemies of the Jiaolong remnant. Should the Beiming Fanyang entrance ever be discovered, it would spell their complete destruction.

And now, it seemed they weren’t entirely wrong… The elder’s first daring attempt to open the secret realm’s entrance had indeed welcomed in a colossal disaster star.