Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 931 - 467: 200,000 Years of Lifespan, Soaring Snake Technique Breakthrough

In a flash, three months had flown by.

Lu Zhicheng along with the ex-residents of Ice Lotus Village had grown entirely accustomed to their existence in this spot.

Countless caverns had been dug out within the mountainside.

Essentially, every cavern was spacious enough for an entire household.

Meanwhile, the group's numbers had swelled dramatically from three months prior, now totaling five hundred souls.

Such a surge in inhabitants stemmed, of course, from steadily welcoming refugees who had escaped their ruined homes.

The ferocious beast tide had ravaged far too many settlements this round.

Yet not every resident perished; a number succeeded in fleeing to safety.

Naturally, lacking a secure haven, those escapees would sooner or later succumb to the Ice Prison's perils.

This is precisely why the wandering survivors were taken in and integrated into their ranks.

"Why did this beast tide turn out so horrifying? Just how many villages got wiped out?"

"Based on what I've heard, at least over a hundred settlements fell to ruin."

"What on earth occurred to make these exotic beasts lose control like that?"

"Nobody has a clue about the cause; perhaps cultivators past Refining Void hold the answers, but we common folk are utterly in the dark on such secrets."

"Sigh, even knowing the truth wouldn't change a thing—we'd still face our doom."

"Thank the heavens we're shielded by Lord Jiang, or we'd all be goners without question this time."

The group chatted animatedly, their sighs echoing with deep regret.

Life in their old village had been peaceful and prosperous, yet the beast tide forced them into exile.

Countless lives were lost in the chaos.

These days, mere endurance was their harsh reality in this new refuge.

Such is the dread woven into the Ice Prison's fabric.

A lone catastrophe can claim lives beyond counting.

All who dwell in the Ice Prison fight daily for mere survival.

"Uncle Chen Yang, the numbers in our camp keep growing."

"Keep taking in folks at this rate, and we'll run out of room to house them all."

"Master insists we scout for a fresh base."

"Somewhere fit for a massive crowd."

Lu Zhicheng broke the conversation at that moment.

Jiang Fan had formally taken him on as a disciple of the Primordial Talisman Sect, given his rare Immortal Destiny and sharp perception known as A Thousand Thoughts, One Gain.

No sect in their right mind would pass up talent like his; Jiang Fan proved no different.

On top of that, Jiang Fan passed down the Mixed Element Talisman Scripture to Lu Zhicheng.

Indeed, the art demanded keen comprehension, suiting him ideally.

An successor was essential to carry forward the Primordial Talisman Sect's legacy.

Jiang Fan couldn't hope to ascend someday without grooming someone capable of mastering the Mixed Element Talisman Scripture.

"Does Lord Jiang intend to safeguard even more lives?"

Xu Chenyang's face lit up with delight at the news.

He too yearned to shelter additional refugees, since without a mighty faction's guard, doom awaited them all in the Ice Prison. Regrettably, he lacked the power to do so alone.

Yet should this enigmatic Divinity Transformation Cultivator lend his aid, erecting a grand village—or even a thriving city down the line—would pose no real challenge.

Three months of close association had revealed to him the vast array of techniques at the other's command.

Every one brimmed with marvel, capable of nourishing hordes of people indefinitely.

He'd fretted that the task might burden the expert unduly.

Evidently, his concerns were unfounded; this powerhouse exceeded his wildest expectations.

"Master claims it's merely a simple gesture on his part."

"Still, we mustn't lean on him completely."

"Should some inescapable peril strike, not even Master could save us then."

Lu Zhicheng uttered gravely.

"Rest easy, we grasp that well enough."

Xu Chenyang and his companions nodded in agreement, aware that mortal might has boundaries—even with this enigmatic lord's arsenal of skills, he remained just a Divinity Transformation Cultivator, and unchecked dominance in the Ice Prison lay beyond reach.

Truth be told, Divinity Transformation Cultivators weren't alone in that; likely even Void Refining Cultivators and Integration Cultivators couldn't wander the Ice Prison at will.

That said, his prowess alone sufficed to shield a sprawling village with ease.

"Lord Jiang wields a technique against the frost, opening up plenty of options for us."

"Exactly, plus Lord Jiang grows harvests in the harshest chills, freeing the outpost from needing proximity to Ice Crystal Fruit Trees."

"Thus, exotic beasts remain our sole true threat; secure a spot that thwarts their assaults, and a village rises."

"In that light, I've got an ideal location in mind—a mountain-encircled valley where sealing off key passes would repel exotic beast incursions, spacious enough for ten thousand dwellers, though it lacks nearby Ice Crystal Fruit Trees as its lone flaw."

"Haha, that's no flaw at all—it's the ultimate haven!"

"Hold on, we should survey the valley thoroughly first; lurking horrors among the beasts could spell disaster for all."

The assembly buzzed with eager talk.

Jiang Fan's choice filled them with unrestrained joy.

Backed by a guardian of his caliber, restoring their village seemed inevitable.

"I wonder when Lord Jiang's seclusion will conclude?"

Xu Chenyang asked curiously.

"Hard to say, though it shouldn't be long before he emerges."

Lu Zhicheng replied with a shake of his head.

For a figure of that stature, retreats spanning months or years were utterly commonplace.