Chapter 383 Recruiting Cattle and Horses
The level of the Immortal Burial World is too high, and Yan Xu was given the important task of saving the world by the Heavenly Consciousness, so he was under a lot of pressure and was often so anxious that he couldn't sleep.

But just like getting Party A’s promise of double payment, although there is pressure, I am reluctant to give up. After all, what if it is true?

Saving the world is not an easy job. Not only does it require hard work, but it also involves huge risks. Therefore, Yan Xu plans to recruit some high-quality employees to work as slaves, and he only needs to draw pie in the sky and feed them grass, and then he can sleep peacefully.

However, in such a high-level world, the recruited system population is of no use at all. Although Uncle Jiu and Simu are the seeds of Taoism, just like the internal martial arts masters and old Chinese medicine practitioners he recruited, they can only help him perfect a certain aspect of the skills in the world of the late Qing Dynasty and cannot go to other worlds with him.

Right now, only the immortals can serve as Shikigami and follow him to explore and develop the new world, but such top-notch talents are hard to find.

Those with low cultivation level are looked down upon, and those who have taken the evil path are not wanted, so after hearing about this, Yan Xu did not idle for a moment and immediately set off, for fear of missing out on an outstanding future employee.

With Yan Xu's current power, it is not difficult for him to find out any information, but he did not expect that his subordinates would cause such a big scene.

The Demon City has a population of one million and a hundred thousand soldiers, of which there are only three thousand cavalry. Now these three thousand well-equipped and spirited cavalry are ready to serve as guards for this trip.

Yan Xu was speechless. This was not a trip, but an expedition. If they really went out like this, even the Qing Dynasty would be unable to sit still.

"I have been cultivating myself for a long time and am no longer used to such a big scene. Let them leave." Yan Xu waved his hand and said.

"General, the Qing Dynasty is determined to destroy us. Please allow my second and third brothers to lead 3,000 cavalrymen to protect you." Xiao Tianlang, who was dressed in military uniform, said firmly.

Yan Xu smiled meaningfully, released the Xinjin Sword, which turned into a ten-foot-long cold light that circled the training ground, and then flew away on the sword in front of everyone's stunned eyes.

The Seven Wolves and a group of officials who came to see them off were stunned on the spot, and it took them a long time to come to their senses.

Most of them expressed surprise and excitement, as well as yearning for the future. Only a few people had complicated expressions, but they quickly adjusted their mindsets and showed the same expressions of surprise.

Yan Xu, who was flying on a sword, found a deserted place to land after he was out of everyone's sight, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the late Qing Dynasty, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was too thin, and the consumed mana was difficult to replenish, but this outfit was worth it.

Yan Xu is not the type who shows off for no reason, nor does he really enjoy this feeling. He always feels a little ashamed, as if he is taking off his pants to show off his weapon that he is proud of. So this time he showed off this skill in public, and he naturally had his own plan.

Previously, he had used the death penalty as a carrot to make his subordinates feel that their wealth and power could be continued after death, and gave them a broader world and future. However, he was not naive enough to think that things would go exactly as he wanted, so necessary demonstrations and deterrence were necessary.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the legend of the sword immortal was circulated in the world. Killing people without being seen from a distance of hundreds of miles away was a plot that often appeared in vernacular novels and storytelling.

In the past, it was just something that people heard about, and no one took it seriously. But when Yan Xu flew away on his sword in front of everyone, the meaning was different.

No matter if there are other thoughts or not, anyone who sees it will feel their scalp tingling and countless associations will emerge in their mind.

It can be said that Yan Xu's flight was like hanging a sword over everyone's head. Before they could find a way to save their lives, everyone would only be loyal subjects.

That’s enough. Yan Xu doesn’t care who is truly loyal and who is just superficially loyal. As long as they obey orders, the goal is achieved.

Heading north, Yan Xu soon arrived at Gujing Town. After learning that Uncle Jiu and his family lived in a farm outside the town, he went there directly without stopping.

When Yan Xu was still quite some distance away from the village, he felt two powerful auras.

One side is very familiar, belonging to the Maoshan lineage, and the other side is also not unfamiliar, it is the evil spirit of the immortals mixed with incense.

"It seems that Shi Jian's incident has caused quite a stir. Not only has an elder from Maoshan come, but an immortal ancestor has also come from the other side." Yan Xu said with some emotion, and then quickened his pace, fearing that the two sides would start fighting, and then it would be inconvenient for him to recruit cattle and horses.

As soon as Yan Xu entered the manor, he saw Uncle Jiu and Simu, who looked like they had just had their hair permed. Not only was their hair fluffy, but their faces were also a little black, with lightning-shaped red marks on their exposed skin. Their bodies were shaking the whole time, and they couldn't help shaking even though their faces were flushed red. This was not because of fear, but the sequelae of being hit by the Lightning Thunder Fist. This showed how badly the two were beaten by Shi Jian. This Maoshan Big Brother was indeed worthy of his name.

Opposite the two stood a grandfather and grandson. The old man was in his fifties or sixties and looked unhappy. Next to him stood his granddaughter, who was tall and pretty. She was glaring at Uncle Jiu and Simu angrily, making the two men's faces turn red.

Even so, the two men did not retreat a single step, straightened their backs, and tried to save face.

There was no way out. Maoshan was in the wrong in this matter. If they couldn't hold their ground, Maoshan would lose all its face. So even if they felt guilty, they couldn't retreat.

At this moment, a low growl came from the main room, which immediately caught Yan Xu's attention.

"I don't eat beef!"

My goodness, what kind of arrogant person can say such words? Yan Xu was surprised, and then saw a burly man with bull horns on his head walking out angrily, his eyes red with anger, followed by an old Taoist with a guilty look on his face who was apologizing.

It seems normal, and similar situations are inevitable when entertaining guests. However, when Yan Xu saw the huge bull head placed on the table in the main hall, his expression suddenly became very strange. This old Taoist is a bit interesting.

"No wonder they don't eat beef. It turns out it's an old cow." Yan Xu's voice was not loud, but there were no ordinary people present, so they could hear it clearly.

"Another bull nose, huh!" The burly man with bull horns stopped, looked at Yan Xu, and then snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.

Although he was very unhappy, the horned strong man had no intention of teaching the other party a lesson. Judging from this, the other party had a pretty good temper, so Yan Xu was more satisfied and spoke.

"You, old cow, have a good temper. I am just in need of a mount. It depends on whether you can control it." Yan Xu's words were true, because if this old cow really followed him, it would be equivalent to escaping from the fate of being trapped in this world and dying in the future, and welcoming unlimited possibilities. Otherwise, how could Azhenpo and other immortals sell themselves to him directly.

Lao Niu had no idea of ​​all this at the moment. He was humiliated one after another and even though he had a good temper, he could not bear it anymore. He clenched his fists, and his muscles swelled up like the King Kong in the temple, and then he swung his fists.

(End of this chapter)