Chapter 36 Identity
The starry sky appeared again at night, shedding its light equally on the entire world of cultivation.

Fang Chen lay on a wooden chair, staring at the sky in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Qingshan brought a bowl of spiritual rice porridge and handed it to Fang Chen, asking curiously.

"I wonder what's on the stars in the sky, and even on the moon?"

After taking the spiritual rice porridge and taking a sip, Fang Chen said with some longing.

"Why think about these things? Moreover, the strong wind in the sky is difficult to resist even for a combined cultivator. In the past, there was a senior who didn't believe in evil and insisted on trying it. In the end, he died without even ashes left."

Lin Qingshan also looked up and then spoke casually.

"Oh? Tell me in detail."

Fang Chen was very interested in these, so he asked Lin Qingshan to explain them in detail.

"I also read about it in an ancient book. A senior in the fusion stage didn't believe that the strong wind in the sky was really that strong. He relied on the five or six magic weapons he had to protect himself and kept flying high into the sky. According to several other fusion cultivators who were at the scene, in the end he was swallowed by the strong wind and nothing was left."

Since he had nothing to do during dinner time, Lin Qingshan just started chatting.

"Is that so? If we design a magic weapon specifically for high altitude exploration, with a structural design that specifically strengthens the resistance to the strong wind, and has a special energy supply device, will there be a chance to break through the strong wind?"

Fang Chen drank a mouthful of porridge thoughtfully, and then came up with a new idea.

"I don't know much about refining weapons, but I know it's not easy to refine such a magical weapon. It may involve the cooperation between the weapon refining master and the formation master. Even those top forces may not be able to complete it."

After listening to Fang Chen's thoughts, Lin Qingshan was very glad that he added an insurance in his oath, and then he also expressed his own comments.

"Of course. To refine such a magic weapon, I need people who specialize in researching materials to resist the strong wind, people who analyze the flow patterns of the strong wind, and people who design the physical structure..."

Fang Chen nodded as a matter of course and listed the conditions required to refine such a magic weapon.

"Where are you going to find such personnel?"

Lin Qingshan was overwhelmed by what he said, but he also felt that what he said made sense, so he asked again.

"Looking for? We can't find these people. We have to train them ourselves."

Fang Chen glanced at the refugees nearby who were drinking porridge like them, then spoke to Lin Qingshan.

No one in the cultivation world would study the things he talked about, because they are of little use to cultivation, and finding someone with relevant knowledge is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

"Train them?" Lin Qingshan showed an incredible expression. Seeing that Fang Chen didn't seem to be joking, he advised: "These people have been dealing with farmland almost all their lives. Can they learn the fantastic knowledge you mentioned?"

"Don't underestimate people's ability to learn. We certainly don't just rely on them, but also on future members who will join us, as well as their next generation. Anyway, we have enough time, and it's only a matter of time before we can cultivate the corresponding talents."

Fang Chen is very optimistic. Although many aspects are equivalent to establishing new disciplines from scratch, most of them belong to the field of natural sciences. As long as he is good at observation and summarizing, he will get results.

Compared with ordinary humans, monks have a huge advantage in observation.

"I still don't understand. What's the point of going to such great lengths just to take a look at what's on the stars? Why not focus all your energy on cultivation?"

Lin Qingshan still didn't quite understand Fang Chen's thinking. In his opinion, Fang Chen had the ability to bring spiritual energy to the Jueling Swamp. He only needed to gather people to develop it into a large spiritual field. The spiritual stones earned would be enough to cultivate all the way to a very high level.

Originally, he thought Fang Chen had the same plan, using very few resources to help mortals get started with Qi training, letting them take care of the spiritual fields, and then all they had to do was collect rent.

"It's much better than just fighting when you have nothing to do, which will cause the concentration of spiritual energy in the cultivation world to become lower and lower."

Fang Chen smiled faintly, and after saying this, he drank the bowl of spiritual rice porridge.

"I didn't expect your ambitions to be so high..."

Lin Qingshan understood the elegant meaning of Fang Chen's words.

This is talking about the internal friction in the entire cultivation world.

It is not uncommon in the world of cultivation for various sects to fight for resources, resulting in damage to spiritual veins.

Lin Qingshan had experienced this several times. So the result of the fight was often a lose-lose situation for both sides.

Fang Chen not only pointed out their problems, but also put himself in a higher position than them.

This is indeed a bit arrogant.

But for some reason, Lin Qingshan felt that he could really do it.

"I'm crazy too."

Realizing his own thoughts, Lin Qingshan shook his head, raised his head and finished drinking his spiritual rice porridge, then said: "Since you are so ambitious, you need an identity now."

"What do you mean?"

This sentence without a beginning or an end successfully aroused Fang Chen's curiosity, so he asked curiously.

"If you just want a group of tenant farmers who can work, you just need to be an immortal who is kind enough to take them in. Out of fear and gratitude, they will do a good job of taking care of the spiritual fields as long as they have something to eat."

Lin Qingshan paused, and then continued, "But if you want a group of people who are willing to learn and make progress, this identity won't work because it's too far away from them. The same goes for the rulers and leaders you mentioned before. There is no difference to them. What you need is an identity that is the same as theirs."

When saying this, Lin Qingshan used his magical power to transmit his voice to prevent others from hearing him.

After hearing this, Fang Chen gradually understood what Lin Qingshan meant.

He must have an identity that can bring him closer to those refugees, and those refugees must also have the same identity, just like ethnic construction or national construction, finding common ground through blood or region and refining it to become a common symbol for them.

"Thanks for the advice."

Fang Chen bowed to Lin Qingshan, already having a plan in mind.

"It seems you understand."

Lin Qingshan smiled and nodded, expressing his approval of Fang Chen.

"Do me a favor……"

Fang Chen also used his magic power to transmit his voice so that his words would not be heard by anyone else.

"You kid, no, the Emperor's son has compiled a complete identity so quickly, it's amazing."

After listening to Fang Chen's plan, Lin Qingshan gave him an admiring look and transmitted his voice.

The Jueling Swamp was damp and cold at night. Although the refugees were lightly dressed, they did not feel cold.

While cooking, the kind-hearted immortal summoned ten suns with a wave of his hand and asked them to gather around and wait for dinner.

They hadn't heard of the concept of dinner for a long time since they only had one meal a day, so they were naturally grateful again.

As the group worked together, no one was lazy. Everyone had rice porridge with meat. However, looking at the first three groups eating meat, many people swallowed their saliva and made up their minds secretly.

At this time, everyone had finished dinner, but no one knew what to do next. They just looked around blankly.

More people looked at the immortal who brought them here, hoping that he would give orders. They didn’t have to wait too long before they saw the immortal summon out the magical little bag.

"Everyone, it's getting late and the house hasn't been built yet, so let's go back to the Immortal Mansion and spend the night."

No one resisted, and everyone returned to the second generation immortal palace.

There were actually a hundred more wooden beds inside, with mattresses, quilts and pillows on them, and the little sun above was only emitting a faint light.

"Everyone choose a bed and get some rest."

Fang Chen's voice came from high in the sky, and the stunned crowd followed suit.

Lying on the chosen bed, Lin Qingshan turned sideways and said to the refugees on the side: "I will tell you a secret, you must not tell anyone else..."

　Today is the second update, thank you all for your support.

　　
　
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