Chapter 270: Jiang Yan

Linghai Prefecture.

Linghai Prefecture was originally the territory of the Yu family. After the Qingchi Sect recovered this place, the Yu family immediately changed their flags. With multiple ancestors serving in the Qingchi Sect, they kept most of their territory and continued to be the local snake of Linghai Prefecture.

Later, several ancestors died, and the Yu family became worse year by year, slowly declining. It was not easy to produce a genius, Yu Yuxie, but he died prematurely in the southern border. The main line of the Yu family declined since then, and several branches united with foreign surnames to set up their own mountains. The large territory was still the Yu family on the surface, but in reality, they were not of the same heart, each governing their own affairs.

Fortunately, Linghai Prefecture was located in the southeast, and there were no foreign enemies around. The Qingchi Sect did not allow families to cross states and counties, so the Linghai Yu family was deadlocked in this split state, maintaining the class that had been solidified for eighty or a hundred years.

There were still many people on the wide road, and small merchants and peddlers passed by on donkeys and horses from time to time. A boy in tattered robes squatted by the road, his face pale, his lips blood-red, and his frivolous eyes scanned the pedestrians on the side, suddenly opening his mouth:

"Master, what does the Early Zifu Golden Dandao cultivator practice?"

An old farmer sweating profusely drilled out from the pedestrians, smelling of stench, sat down beside the boy, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and replied:

"Early Zifu Golden Dandao... this path cultivates nature, likes to eat people, likes to play with magic, likes to refine pills and gather Qi, likes to play with the common people, there are not many good things."

The boy raised his eyebrows and asked back:

"This path cultivates golden nature? Seeking the longevity of self-nature, naturally it is to use all means."

"Hey!"

The old farmer only replied:

"If you cultivate fate, where is the Jinlian Mohe Dharma Image good? Slaves are slaves for generations, and those who make Jinlian Mohe are Jinlian Mohe for years and years. When you meet a cultivator of the Jinlian Mohe Dharma Image, you will know the despair and injustice, which is heavier than the Golden Dandao cultivator!"

The old farmer scolded with flying saliva. The boy covered his nose and replied:

"You old man can change a skin, this person is too smelly."

The old farmer was stunned, suddenly realized, raised his head, looked around in confusion, slapped his thigh and scolded:

He jumped up as if he didn't recognize the boy, went to the road, and after a while, a farm woman walked over, her appearance was still clean, and she scolded with a smile:

"After practicing magic for more than ten years, you still care about this skin!"

The boy curled his lips and only said:

"You old man is comfortable, escaped the person who controls Yin, and is rampant in the world, no one manages, how free!"

"Damn it."

The farm woman scolded, her nimble mouth flipped up and down, and replied:

"Fortunately, the number of days has changed. If there were still three disasters and nine difficulties now, I wouldn't be able to linger on even if I wanted to. It's ridiculous to fall to this point!"

The boy sneered, disapproving, and replied:

"You said that Duanmu Kui of Shanyue is so miraculous and talented, but he still turned into ashes, without even a chance to reincarnate. You can still ask for it once, what is ridiculous?"

The farm woman smiled, revealing a mouth full of yellowish teeth, put her hands on her hips, exposed her strong arms, and explained:

"He has a violent personality and insisted on seeking a Jin Dan nature position, thinking that if there is an immortal's promise, he must become a Jin Dan, so he naturally ended up in this situation. He is not unable to compromise, but unwilling. If they really want to fight, those two Yin messengers may not be his opponents."

"Even if he turned into a monster after death, he almost escaped from those two people. Duanmu Kui is a great witch who suppressed the world, not something I can compare to."

The boy nodded thoughtfully, and the farm woman said sternly:

"Yan'er, let's not talk about this. You and I, master and apprentice, join hands to kill the Qingchi Sect's prestige. You report your mother's murder, and I seek my good Dao foundation. After doing these things, we will hide and practice, and don't get involved in it anymore."

The boy nodded silently and only asked:

"What Dao foundation to seek?"

The farm woman paused and opened her mouth:

"Forget about 'Old Man on the Creek' and 'Vast Sea'. Xiao Chuting wants to practice the Jiazi Kan Water Qianna nature. This person is insidious. He will hang me to eat when the time comes. The Purple Mansions of Senior Chang Xiao Sect and Xuanyue Sect also have hope of breaking through, so we can't take those two paths... and that Shangyuan True Person, there are really not many paths to practice."

She thought for a moment and replied:

"There are still many thunder cultivators in this area of Yue State, but there is no Early Zifu, which is also a good path to walk. You should find me a 'Winter Thunder Sound' or 'Spring Awakening' Dao foundation!"

The boy nodded, stepped on his feet, and flew up lightly. The old farm woman on the ground hurriedly raised her wrinkled hands full of calluses, pinched her fingers and calculated, and shouted:

"Thirty-two miles to the north, there is a Qingchi Sect workshop!"

The boy heard it in his ears, and the short journey arrived in an instant. Just as he flew to the illusion array of the workshop, the Qingchi Sect workshop's great array had already collapsed with a bang, and the overlapping buildings and dense spiritual fields were revealed. Shouts and screams rose one after another, and someone exclaimed:

"Why close the great array! Senior Brother Chi! What are you doing, quickly open the great array! Are you not afraid of the sect's punishment!"

The person standing in the air was in green clothes, with a handsome face, but his expression was crazy, his robe was full of blood, and he shouted wildly:

"Hahahaha!"

That person flew forward to try to control him, but Senior Brother Chi turned his hand and pulled out a knife, slashing at that person. That cultivator hurriedly activated his magic tool to block.

"Block!"

That person was in pain and shocked. The arm that fell down stretched out like a piece of mud, jumping and flying, like a mule in heat, jumping and grabbing at his own face.

"What kind of magic is this!"

"Senior Brother! I'll help you!"

The remaining Qingchi Sect cultivators flew up one after another, but they couldn't rescue him at all. That person was slapped by his own palm, his head spun like a spinning top for four or five times, and he looked like he had no life.

"What!"

The rescuing cultivator looked stunned. Who knew that the corpse trembled for only one breath in the air, and the only remaining hand touched his own neck, and with a click, he pulled out a deep white spine with blood, and smashed it at the rescuing cultivator's face like a long sword.

That cultivator didn't understand, shot out more than a dozen talismans, his soul flew away, and he said sharply:

"Magic cultivator! Early Zifu magic cultivator..."

"Click."

Before he finished speaking, his head was heavily slapped, spinning like a spinning top for a few times, and there was no sound. His hands and feet couldn't stop separating from his body, pulling out his heart, spleen, stomach, and lungs, each governing their own affairs, looking for cultivators everywhere.

"Magic cultivator... it's a magic cultivator!"

The whole workshop was a bloody storm, and screams rose one after another. The boy stood quietly in the sky, a group of flesh and blood circled by his side, leaning against him obediently like a docile dog. He looked at the fleeing cultivators with a smile and said loudly to the fleeing figures:

"Tell the Qingchi Sect that Jiang Yan has come to avenge the slaughter of the prefecture!"

The voice echoed slowly in the air, and the group of Qingchi cultivators ran faster. Jiang Yan enjoyed it in the air for a while, and a man's head flew over from the side, disheveled, shouting, spraying blood and laughing:

"The Qingchi Sect is arrogant, the huge workshop doesn't even have a Foundation Establishment, leave quickly, the Yu family is already on the way!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 271 =====