Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 505: Traitor (22)

The young man at the side screamed, walked up to the old man and said, "Master, your eyes!"

In just a few breaths, the old man's eyes were completely burned, leaving only two dark holes.

Black blood continued to roll out of his eyes, but the old man's breath became longer.

He stretched out his dry hand, grasped the boy's arm, and cursed: "I'm in this state, you'd better kill me quickly!"

"Master, please don't get sick at this time! Get some rest! I'll find a doctor for you."

"Why look for a doctor? How many doctors in the exile area can be trusted? Let me rest for a while."

"Okay, Master. Wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

He quickly stepped into the cave and shouted to his fellow apprentices inside: "Master is in trouble. Is there anyone willing to donate blood to heal Master? If not, I will do it myself!"

"Brother, let me go first!"

"No, Senior Brother, I'll go first!"

"Brothers, please don't fight over it. I'm young and strong. I'll go first!"

"I'd better do it first!"

In less than a dozen breaths, a bowl of blood was taken out and turned into blood energy into the young man's hands.

Holding the blood and qi to the old man, the young man said respectfully: "Master, this is the blood and qi donated by our disciples. Master, please take it quickly."

"You guys are a bunch of idiots..."

With a sigh, the old man reluctantly took the blood and energy offered by his disciples. The blood dripping from his eyes finally eased a little, but it still did not stop.

But even so, the old man's complexion has eased a lot, and he said weakly: "I saw it, the catastrophe is coming, and the way of heaven has changed. The cultivators on the other side are more experienced, and the first batch of scouts have arrived."

"The other party has already sneaked into Kyushu, investigated the local culture, and then made corresponding plans."

"The other party's leader is... terribly strong. He is probably already in the late Nascent Soul stage. He can refine ordinary Star Lords at will and tear apart space barriers easily. Just seeing the other party's future image cost me a pair of eyes. Daoxuan is not his opponent."

When he said this, more blood immediately flowed from the old man's eyes.

If it was a small stream before, this time it was a big river. The surging blood frightened the young man, and he cried, "Master, hold on, I will bleed you to save you!"

"I've always said you're idiots, but now... never mind, you won't listen anyway. My time is coming to an end, so I'll help you one more time before I die. Take me to Jiuzhou, and then to the Weapon Refining Pavilion. There are all kinds of people there, and it's the first stop for scouts. When the time comes, we can make some contact with them and see if we can get some benefits."

"Master, you absolutely cannot do that." The young man said immediately, "We are cultivators of this world. We should serve the heavenly way of this world. We cannot do such acts of deceiving the heaven and destroying our ancestors."

"...Are you stupid? If you don't want to betray the Heavenly Dao of this world, you can sell them out! The righteous faction is in urgent need of relevant information, and you can sell them for a good price."

"Oh, Master is right!"

Looking at his disciple who had suddenly realized something, the old man discovered that his disciple was good in every way except for one fatal flaw.

The moral bottom line is too high!

You are cultivators of Xuantian Sect, why do you have such high moral standards?

Can't you be like the ordinary Xuantian Sect practitioners, killing and setting fires as freely as breathing, and betraying your teachers and ancestors as smoothly as flowing water?
At this moment, the old man felt that he was really not suitable to teach disciples, and he had led all the good seedlings astray.

Just as the old man was thinking about where the mistake had occurred, the five disciples hiding in the cave had already filed out.

They were between sixteen and twenty years old, and their cultivation ranged from Qi Refining to Foundation Building. Knowing that they were about to go to Jiuzhou Refining Pavilion, they immediately came out of their hiding places and said to the old man respectfully, "Master, are we going to Jiuzhou?"

"I heard that the upright monks in Jiuzhou are all big and strong and eat raw livestock every day. I wonder if it's true?"

"I also heard that the people there have not yet gotten rid of vulgar tastes and even have to eat every day. As a monk, it is shameful to indulge in carnal desires."

"It is said that there are many couples in the Weapon Refining Pavilion, and some of them are cultivators in love with mortals. I really don't know what kind of cultivation they are doing and what kind of heart they are determined to have. Aren't you afraid of going to the reincarnation stage?"

"There are also people who are addicted to those decadent music and immature books. I never thought that we were defeated by this kind of stuff in the first place. It's really sad."

After evaluating the Weapon Refining Pavilion, the group looked at the young man and said, "Brother Qiu, when are we going to leave? I can't wait to criticize the upright faction!"

"Let's go now. Master's injury is serious and he must go to a decent sect to seek treatment. Over the years, I have saved up ten spirit stones, which should be enough to pay for the medicine and live in the Weapon Refining Pavilion for a long time."

"Brother, you are amazing. I only have three spirit stones."

"Both of me."

"I have three and a half."

The scattered spirit stones were gathered together, and the twenty spirit stones were carefully kept by the eldest disciple Qiu Shaoyuan.

Qiu Shaoyuan bit his fingertips and turned them into blood energy, which he used to wrap his master and his fellow junior brothers and sisters in blood.

I saw a red wind rising up. The blood-red gale not only did not have the peculiar smell of blood, but instead carried a faint moral aura, and flew towards the Equipment Refining Pavilion with several people.

Along the way, they were very careful. When someone got tired, they would be replaced immediately. The six people took turns to fly to Kyushu with their master and arrived at a small town ten days later.

As soon as they stepped into the town, they were shocked by the scene here.

There is no endless white snow, no bone-chilling cold wind, but only endless green melon fields, growing freely in the sunshine.

Looking at the green watermelons, the group swallowed hard.

The fruits and vegetables in the exile area were ridiculously expensive, and they were an insignificant branch of the Xuantian Sect, so they had almost no chance to enjoy good things like watermelon.

Moreover, the watermelons here are juicy and thin-skinned, which makes people salivate just by looking at them. The spiritual energy contained in them is even more heart-beating, making people can't help but imagine what they taste like.

After days of running around, the group was already hungry and thirsty.

But just by looking at them, you can tell that the watermelons here are absolutely ridiculously expensive, and they still have to treat their master's illness, so they really can't waste them.

Seeing his disciple's mood, the old man couldn't help but scold: "You useless thing! If you were a disciple of Xuantian Sect, you would go grab it now! There are so many watermelons, it would be a waste if you don't grab them!"

"Master, how can you do this! These watermelons are not easy to grow, how can we do this!"

"If Xuantian Sect disciples don't do bad things, is it still Xuantian Sect?"

"That's true... Then we can go eat some watermelons and tell them straight away that we don't have the money to pay the bill."

"Big Brother is right! If the other party insists that we pay, we will just do the work for them."

"Yes, it's a great bargain to trade our useless labor for watermelons."

Looking at his disciples who felt that he was a bad person, the old man almost vomited blood.

"Traitor!"

(End of this chapter)