Reward and punishment envoy

At sunrise, the sky turned white. Du Yuan was led by the Fifth Elder and flew in the air, accompanied by the morning birds.

Facing the gentle breeze, listening to the chirping and singing of the birds made him very relaxed and comfortable.

But he didn't know that a rumor that would make him very depressed had spread all over the streets and alleys of Renai Town.

"Did you know? Master Yuan showed his power in the Banished Immortal Tower, and he ruled over a hundred girls at night, and knocked down all of them from the old bustard to the maids in the Banished Immortal Tower."

"I also heard that there was a woman who was overwhelmed by her own strength. She faced Master Yuan alone, and her soul flew into the sky."

"That's right! At that time, Young Master Yuan exploded completely and lost his mind. Think about how talented the Du family is, and Young Master Yuan also knows special skills, who can stand it."

"Who says no, I heard that the old bustard of the Immortal Tower, afraid of causing another life, watched by the bedside, and asked the girls to line up outside the door. After a while, a few walked in standing up, and carried them out while lying down. A few, have been fighting until dawn to end."

"This Young Master Yuan is too messy. Usually when I see him, he is very personable. How can he be so indulgent behind his back?"

"I heard that last night he was inviting his fellow apprentices to a gathering, but one of them didn't show up, which hurt his heart."

"It's not sad, it's hurt. I've seen that little white brother. He often walks in the street hand in hand with Young Master Yuan."

"It's probably a conflict. Master Yuan wants to straighten himself out and get back on track."

"Actually, that's fine too. The benefactor's son is a crooked rabbit. How can we go to the Nine Springs to meet our benefactor!"

The gossip on the street is not groundless.

That's because last night when the three ghost kings were trying to lure the female cultivator from the Immortal Tower into the room, Ah Xiong lost his patience and hanged himself to get rid of his body.

So, they kept doing nothing, and lied that Du Yuan was unparalleled in combat power and overbearing. He killed them to the point of disarming their armor, and even a stubborn girl collapsed to the point of dying.

In order to deal with the sunken Du Yuan, the girls could only go up one by one until there was no female cultivator who could stand up in the huge banishing tower.

Those outer disciples could only watch helplessly as the people around them walked into the room and were carried out again, apart from admiration and admiration, they had no complaints at all.

And the rumors on the street are started by their mouths, and will spread everywhere.

Just like that, Du Yuan became curvy due to a misunderstanding, and straightened out of nowhere. I don't know what he will think in the future?
But now he knows nothing about all this, and he is looking in amazement at the distant volcanic island that is billowing black smoke all year round.

Tianjuan Island is located in the northernmost part of Hanlanzong. It should be dry and cold, but the closer it gets to here, the surrounding temperature rises instead of falling, and the air is humid and smelly.

"Tianjuan Island is a volcanic island. The island is full of ground fire, which can be used by the disciples to hone their forging skills. The water mist rising from the quenching of the utensils can not only cool down the temperature, but also absorb the smoke and dust in the air."

Seeing Du Yuan covering his nose and frowning, the fifth elder explained.

"Why are there buns all around the island?"

The two gradually approached, and Du Yuan looked around Tianjuan Island, like a cemetery, and asked curiously.

"Those are the tombs of utensils, the resting places of the ancestors' utensils that were damaged beyond repair, and the utensils that are intact but lost their owners."

"All things have spirits, but the spiritual knowledge has not yet formed. Putting them here is to hope that God will favor them, so that these instruments that have worked hard for the sect can form spiritual knowledge and be reborn."

Du Yuan can understand the feelings described by the fifth elder, and believes that feelings can create miracles, unless God has no eyes.

"Over the years, have there been devices that produce gnosis?"

Heaven has eyes. After all, he is a person who has accepted the mission of Heavenly Dao, so he asked this question.

"Unfortunately, there is none of them. Maybe our descendants did not do well enough."

With a sigh from the fifth elder, the two landed on the island.

As soon as it touched the ground, the curious Du Yuan walked up to the buns and reached out to touch them.

Suddenly, countless name dialog boxes flashed in his mind.

Youlongji, luck 7777777.

Swing the magic sword, luck 9999999.

Half-moon wheel, luck 6666666.

Thousands of names filled Du Yuan's brain, and the luck was big and small. This is not a tomb, but a treasure house of luck.

But how could it be possible that these instruments that have reached the holy level of luck did not produce gnosis?

Du Yuan didn't dare to take these Luck, after all, if the items lost their Luck, they would be ruined quickly, and these are the relics of the predecessors, so they should not be desecrated at will.

"Let's go, I'll take you to Dad's former practice room."

The Fifth Elder woke up, and Du Yuan, who was standing there dumbfounded, led him up an artificially built uphill step.

The steps are quite spacious, but there are buns on both sides, which makes Du Yuan feel like going up the mountain to sweep the tomb.

Walking on the steps, there are often people going down the mountain head on, and some rushing up the mountain. Although they all respectfully bow to the fifth elder, but their cultivation base is not high, and they are not wearing Han Lanzong's costumes, they should all be outsiders .

"Fifth Grandfather, these people should not belong to our sect."

Occasionally, it's okay to meet a few times, but in just a short while, Du Yuan has already met several times, so he asked curiously.

"Well, Tianjuan Island is in charge of the entire area of ​​Han Lanzong and a large area nearby. The task of manufacturing and repairing appliances is normal. People come and go."

Unexpectedly, Han Lanzong is still a monopoly oligarch!

However, as the owner of the oligarchic island, the Fifth Elder, how can he save so little.

After thinking about it carefully, Du Yuan knew that Han Lanzong had technology and manpower, but no raw materials, and the supplier of raw materials nearby was Erxian Island.

It's strange that they can make money by cooperating with the outside world, raising the price of raw materials and selling the goods at a low price.

"It seems that the cancer in the sect must be eradicated as soon as possible, and if Erxian Island is destroyed, the sect will be able to develop vigorously." Du Yuan thought to himself.

The Fifth Elder led Du Yuan into a cave inner hall.

The overall architectural style of the inner hall is rough, grand, and practical. There is no lighting equipment here, because there are blacksmith shops everywhere, and the never-extinguishing furnace fire and ground fire are the best light sources.

Du Yuan originally thought that the Fifth Elder would take him down to a place closer to the lava. After all, the ground fire there is the most vigorous, and it is more suitable for a master craftsman at the level of the Fifth Elder.

But the fifth elder led him to continue walking up until he entered a stuffy room with a magma chamber in the middle.

I saw that the magma tank kept surging with bubbles, as if something was swimming at the bottom of the magma, and the room was surrounded by metal puppets and various instruments of torture, which reminded Du Yuan of Duanhunpo in the underworld.

"Don't look, this month, you can enjoy everything."

As soon as the fifth elder entered the room, he stretched out a hand, rubbed his fingers, and gave him a general posture.

"This is my father's practice room!"

Du Yuan is now so proud that he threw a bag of spirit stones to him, estimated to be several thousand.

"No, this is your father's nightmare, and it will be your nightmare as well."

The fifth elder had a smirk on his face, very creepy.