Cangxuan Continent, Yu Province, Qinghe City.
People go out into the streets and flowers bloom.
There is a tea house on the street.
As long as you drop the copper plate, you can drink a big bowl of herbal tea.
An ordinary young man was sitting here quietly drinking tea.
He became very emotional as he remembered that he had been hiding in Tibet for more than a year.
It's truly a shame to live like this as a time traveler.
His name is Chu Xuan. He went to the Cangxuan Continent twenty years ago and became an outer disciple of the Wuji Sect.
But there is neither a grandfather nor a golden finger.
Some are just his handsome looks and ordinary qualities.
Fortunately, the Wuji Sect is the strongest sect in the Yu Kingdom. There are nine provinces in the Yu Kingdom, and three of them belong to the Wuji Sect.
It took Chu Xuan ten years to finally purify the Qi in his body, enter the Qi refinement stage, and be promoted to an inner disciple.
He knew that his attributes were ordinary, so he had been heavily involved in Gu, poison, corpse refining, puppetry, disguise, etc. Therefore, although his level was not high, his strength was quite good.
The highest ranking so far was tenth place among internal students.
It is almost a stroke of luck that he was favored by the elders and accepted as their direct student.
Meanwhile, an unexpected development occurred.
The first ancestor of the Wuji Sect went mad while practicing and died unexpectedly.
The five righteous sects of the Yu Kingdom learned the news that the Wuji Sect was full of evil and murderous crimes and that anyone could kill them, so they joined forces to attack the Wuji Sect.
The Wuji Sect was outnumbered and steadily retreated.
One Yuan Ying ancestor and ten Jin Dan ancestors, most died in the battle, a few more surrendered, and only two managed to survive.
The sect master, deputy sect master, great elder, and the others all died, fled, and surrendered.
From the moment the sun rose to the moment the trees fell and the hozens dispersed it took only a short month.
Compared to these powerful golden elixirs, Chu Xuan was only a small shrimp, so he was able to escape.
But his identity forced him into hiding.
Now, a year has passed since the five sects destroyed the demons.
Many Wuji Sect disciples were captured and executed.
But he is still alive.
His initial heavy involvement with various magics has now become his survival skill.
Even though he was just sitting now, everything around him was within earshot.
Because he has a "listening error" in both ears.
This type of Gu can amplify the small sounds around it, allowing it to hear extremely small sounds.
At this time, another person came and, with some hesitation, sat in front of the young man in the cloth.
He lowered his voice and said, "Does the king of heaven outshine the tigers of the earth?"
Henry Chu said calmly: "You are two hundred and five years old."
The man asked again: "Does the pagoda suppress the river demon?"
Henry Chu: "You are the real Didao."
The man then breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Senior brother, you are so brave, did you really choose to meet here?"
Henry Chu drank tea calmly. "We are all serious ordinary practitioners who follow the rules. What are we afraid of?"
The man swallowed and nodded repeatedly.
The look she looked at Henry Chu was filled with admiration.
He, Senior Brother Chu Xuan, was ranked tenth among the Wuji Sect's inner disciples.
However, a year later, all the inner disciples who were in front of Chu Xuan were captured by the Orthodox sect.
Only Henry Chu is still at ease.
He even dared to arrogantly appear in the Zhengdao Sect's territory.
He had to admire Henry Chu's courage!
"He Liang, did you bring the things?" Henry Chu took a sip of his tea and said indifferently.
He Liang nodded, took out a low-quality storage bag, and handed it to her.
Henry Chu picked it up and looked inside to check.
Practicing blood skills on your own requires a lot of blood essence.
Mortals, monsters, and creatures with essence and blood are all acceptable.
Killing mortals to obtain blood essence is naturally the fastest.
But this would diminish merit, kill too many mortals, and become a target for heaven.
When the time comes, if you want to reach a higher realm, you will face thunder from the sky, fierce fire on the ground, and many disasters.
It's hard not to die.
Chu Xuan guessed that the unexpected death of the Wuji Sect's first ancestor was related to serious murder.
Now that the Wuji Sect has been destroyed, the five proper sects are strictly investigating the killing of mortals.
At this time, killing mortals is no different than seeking death.
Therefore, he commissioned He Liang to bring him beast blood beads.
This substance is purified blood, small in size and high in energy, making it suitable for cultivation.
"He's doing well."
Henry Chu nodded slightly and threw away the ten small spirit stones.
He Liang's eyes were greedy and he immediately agreed to it.
Henry Chu was about to leave when he suddenly realized that something was wrong around him.
Distant food stalls, vegetable stands, lipstick shops and butcher shops all seem to have changed people.
The speaking voice also changed.
He appeared to be under intense surveillance.
There is no lack of powerful aura from the foundation creation stage!
He couldn't help but look at He Liang.
His face is a human skin mask made today, no one except He Liang knows that he is Henry Chu.
"Looks like he's going to change his face again."
Henry Chu looked calm.
"Little brother, I need one more thing," he said suddenly.
He Liang nodded, "Senior brother, please give me your instructions."
Henry Chu, "Is there a spiritual blood pill?"
He Liang nodded seriously, "There are two of them, they were taken from the treasure house when I escaped from the sect."
Henry Chu lowered his voice, "I need spiritual blood pills, the more the better."
He Liang was stunned, "But only monks who were seriously injured during the foundation construction phase needed spiritual blood pills. Senior brother, you…"
He suddenly reacted, "I know! Senior brother, have you found Senior Uncle Liu?"
Master Uncle Liu, whose full name is Liu Zhenxiong, is one of the few Wuji Sect monks who were not caught by the proper monks during the founding period.
Henry Chu said coldly: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
He Liang quickly covered his mouth, "I know, I know."
"Give me the spiritual blood pill." Henry Chu stretched out his hand.
He Liang whispered, "The spiritual blood pill is too precious. Senior brother, you don't have enough spiritual stones, do you?"
Henry Chu was silent.
He Liang quickly said: "Otherwise, you can take me to see Senior Uncle Liu and I'll hang out with you. Right now, we should hug each other for warmth, Senior Brother."
Henry Chu said sternly: "No, the risk is too great!"
He Liang sighed, gritted his teeth, took out a piece of spiritual stone and put it in Henry Chu's hand.
"A single spiritual stone! No more!"
Henry Chu raised his eyebrows.
Small Lingshi is the leftover material from Lingshi vessels and is not of high purity and is generally only distributed among monks in the Qi refinement stage.
The middle spirit stone has very high purity and larger size, and is mostly circulated in the hands of monks during the foundation construction phase.
One medium spirit stone is enough to exchange one hundred small spirit stones.
Unexpectedly, He Liang actually had one.
"I feel relieved that you are so sincere." Henry Chu nodded slightly.
He Liang also breathed a sigh of relief, "Come on, Senior Brother. Only with the approval of a foundation-building monk like Uncle Liu can I feel at ease."
Henry Chu nodded, "The location is in an abandoned residence in the east of the city, follow me."
After saying this, he dropped a copper plate and immediately stood up.
He Liang quickly followed after him.
After they left, the six monks who were observing from afar immediately came to the teahouse.
The first middle-aged monk is an immortal monk, obviously a monk in the foundation-building stage.
"He Liang went with him, he must have caught a big fish!" The middle-aged monk looked happy.
"Follow me now and catch this big fish. We're all getting our share of this!" he shouted.
"Yes!"
A minute later, a residential building in the east of the city.
Middle-aged monks and others rushed over and surrounded the nearby houses.
"Uncle Master, when do we go in?" asked a young disciple.
"Wait for the signal!" the middle-aged monk whispered.
After a while, a cracking sound was heard.
The door of the house burst open.
He Liang's figure fell and blood sprayed into the air.
He shouted in pain, "Underground! Liu Zhenxiong is underground! They found me!"
The middle-aged monk's eyes lit up and he immediately shouted: "Charge! Try to catch him alive!"
oh oh oh oh.
The well-mannered monk passed by He Liang and ran home.
There was indeed a large, dark hole in the house that went straight down to the ground.
The middle-aged monk and the others entered and saw that there were many maze-like passages and traps inside.
After searching for a long time, a monk said, "Uncle Master, there is a mummy here, its skin has been peeled off!"
The middle-aged monk was stunned. After carefully identifying the corpse, he became angry and said: "That's He Liang! That's Henry Chu outside! Chase him away quickly, we've all been fooled by him!"
However, when they returned to the ground, there was no trace of "He Liang" anywhere.
"Damn Henry Chu! Let him run away again!"
The middle-aged monk was angry.