Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1867 - 1402: Pending Restoration_2
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Behind the counter, the shopkeeper remained silent, his gaze shimmering with concealed musings.
In the midst of the gathered folks, Li Zhirui stood as the lone figure untouched by the stir.
As a devoted cultivator of the Immortal Dao, the tangled matters of Human Dao held scant relevance for him; he served only as a detached spectator.
"Friends! Everyone, settle down for a moment! Let me speak!"
During the heated chatter filling the air, a stout fellow climbed atop a stool and bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Whether driven by intrigue, intimidated by his robust build, or respecting his standing in the group, the room fell into hush.
All eyes turned upward, keen to catch his forthcoming words.
"By now, all of you have heard of the Mo Family's plans to forge a fresh dynasty, and what's the vital essence of any dynasty? It's the populace! It's the territory!"
The stout man declared with fervor, "No doubt you're all familiar with the Mo Family's overwhelming power; I won't belabor the point. Thus, this venture of theirs is bound to seize a domain from the Devil Race!"
"Land they may claim, but what of the inhabitants? Lacking sufficient numbers, vast expanses mean nothing! Truly, this emerging Mo Family dynasty brims with perils and prospects alike!"
"Should fortune favor us, we'll seize the moment to cast off our mortal chains and forge brighter paths for ourselves and our kin!"
His speech stirred the assembly deeply.
Though their everyday existence offered basic security without hunger or want, it scraped by at best, nowhere near opulence or abundance.
Should they heed his call and align with this budding dynasty, as he suggested, endless chances awaited, hierarchies might shift, and they could rise to ranks of honor!
With keen curiosity, Li Zhirui observed the speaker, circulating his Mana internally to awaken his Dharma Eye. Through the Qi Observation Technique, he peered at the individual, noting how his luck—previously a reddish-white shade denoting solid prospects—now transformed wildly, as a subtle green gleam sparked from its core!
'He's rewritten his destiny!' A wave disturbed the tranquil pond of his mind, taken aback by the profound shift in the man's fate and fortune.
Yet he understood full well that such destinies and fortunes could shift and evolve.
"For those eager to secure a grander tomorrow for yourselves and your offspring, meet me at the southern city gate in three days to set forth in pursuit of the Mo Family!"
Having delivered his plea, the stout man leaped from the stool and marched boldly from the inn.
The onlookers felt the pull of his call, yet composure slowly returned. In truth, this choice weighed heavy; most had loved ones to consider, doubts inevitably surfacing.
Regardless of their ultimate choice, they departed the inn, seeking serene spots to confer with their households.
"Shopkeeper, that fellow's words ring true to me. Why not extend aid to the Mo Family in their current bind and stake a small investment?"
Turning to the sole other soul left in the chamber, Li Zhirui grinned, "After all, gilding the lily comes easy, but aiding in dire straits proves the true rarity."
"Then why do you remain so composed and detached?" the shopkeeper countered.
"Pursuing the Immortal Tao demands I avoid such worldly snares. Yet you, as shopkeeper, surely grasp the wisdom in grasping timely chances."
He traveled solely to roam and relax, so entangling in these intricate webs held no appeal.
The shopkeeper let out a light laugh, letting the topic drop.
Li Zhirui paid it no heed; his comments were offhand, unconcerned if they swayed the other.
Soon after, he exited the inn, wandering the avenue while overhearing chatter on diverse aspects of the Mo Family.
Still, none stepped forward like that stout man to muster the masses.
In the end, should fate-defiers abound, the Daqian dynasty would long since teeter in chaos.
All the same, numerous souls had latched onto the core idea, intending to pledge to the Mo Family's nascent realm in hopes of earning regard.
'Without question, in the days ahead, throngs throughout Daqian will depart, even as the Human Dao Hundred Schools dispatch agents covertly to the Mo Family's lands.'
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"Land they may claim, but what of the inhabitants? Lacking sufficient numbers, vast expanses mean nothing! Truly, this emerging Mo Family dynasty brims with perils and prospects alike!"
"Should fortune favor us, we'll seize the moment to cast off our mortal chains and forge brighter paths for ourselves and our kin!"
His speech stirred the assembly deeply.
Though their everyday existence offered basic security without hunger or want, it scraped by at best, nowhere near opulence or abundance.
Should they heed his call and align with this budding dynasty, as he suggested, endless chances awaited, hierarchies might shift, and they could rise to ranks of honor!
With keen curiosity, Li Zhirui observed the speaker, circulating his Mana internally to awaken his Dharma Eye. Through the Qi Observation Technique, he peered at the individual, noting how his luck—previously a reddish-white shade denoting solid prospects—now transformed wildly, as a subtle green gleam sparked from its core!
'He's rewritten his destiny!' A wave disturbed the tranquil pond of his mind, taken aback by the profound shift in the man's fate and fortune.
Yet he understood full well that such destinies and fortunes could shift and evolve.
"For those eager to secure a grander tomorrow for yourselves and your offspring, meet me at the southern city gate in three days to set forth in pursuit of the Mo Family!"
Having delivered his plea, the stout man leaped from the stool and marched boldly from the inn.
The onlookers felt the pull of his call, yet composure slowly returned. In truth, this choice weighed heavy; most had loved ones to consider, doubts inevitably surfacing.
Regardless of their ultimate choice, they departed the inn, seeking serene spots to confer with their households.
"Shopkeeper, that fellow's words ring true to me. Why not extend aid to the Mo Family in their current bind and stake a small investment?"
Turning to the sole other soul left in the chamber, Li Zhirui grinned, "After all, gilding the lily comes easy, but aiding in dire straits proves the true rarity."
"Then why do you remain so composed and detached?" the shopkeeper countered.
"Pursuing the Immortal Tao demands I avoid such worldly snares. Yet you, as shopkeeper, surely grasp the wisdom in grasping timely chances."
He traveled solely to roam and relax, so entangling in these intricate webs held no appeal.
The shopkeeper let out a light laugh, letting the topic drop.
Li Zhirui paid it no heed; his comments were offhand, unconcerned if they swayed the other.
Soon after, he exited the inn, wandering the avenue while overhearing chatter on diverse aspects of the Mo Family.
Still, none stepped forward like that stout man to muster the masses.
In the end, should fate-defiers abound, the Daqian dynasty would long since teeter in chaos.
All the same, numerous souls had latched onto the core idea, intending to pledge to the Mo Family's nascent realm in hopes of earning regard.
"'Without question, in the days ahead, throngs throughout Daqian will depart, even as the Human Dao Hundred Schools dispatch agents covertly to the Mo Family's lands."