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

Chapter 515 He Can’t Laugh (22)

Outside, the people Qiu Shaoyuan least wanted to meet were other people from the Xuantian Sect.

When Xuantian Sect was first established, its purpose was to give birth to a powerful god.

For this purpose, the Xuantian Sect's skills will allow the magic power to flow upward. The lower-level cultivators are just cultivation animals in front of the upper-level cultivators, and they serve the upper-level cultivators.

When facing the upper-level monks, the lower-level monks have no freedom at all. All their memories, cultivation, and magical instruments are provided as nourishment to the upper-level monks, and they are only keeping them temporarily.

The lineage that Qiu Shaoyuan belongs to is at the bottom of the Xuantian Sect. Even though his master is a Jindan Immortal Master, he is unable to resist the higher-level bloodlines and can only allow himself to be plundered.

The smell of blood in the air is a unique smell of the Xuantian Sect. This smell is invisible and other cultivators cannot smell it at all. It is a smell that only the cultivators of the Xuantian Sect can feel.

The sweet smell was sickening, and he instinctively wanted to leave.

But Qiu Shaoyuan still controlled his pace, greeted others as if nothing had happened, and then walked towards his house.

As he entered the house, his pupils suddenly dilated and his hands clenched involuntarily. He didn't even feel the nails digging into his palms.

In front of him, the house that had been carefully renovated by his fellow junior brothers and sisters was now in a mess, and his sixth junior brother was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown.

Two monks in ink-colored Taoist robes were sitting on the chairs, and the two chairs belonged to none other than his two fellow apprentices.

The junior sister was kneeling on one side, with a cut on her neck. Blood kept gushing out and falling into the wine glasses of the two people.

Hearing the footsteps, the two saw Qiu Shaoyuan coming in, and soon frowned, saying dissatisfiedly: "Why didn't you call someone before coming in? It's rude."

"The door is not closed. Wild ways are wild ways."

"But he seems to be doing well. He actually lives in such a nice place and has a lot of spare money in his pocket. I can just use it to visit the Equipment Refining Pavilion."

Qiu Shaoyuan wanted to attack, but the suppression from his martial arts was simply irresistible.

Not to mention that these two people are at the foundation-building stage, even if the other party is a newly-initiated disciple of the Xuantian Sect, as long as the level of the other party's practice is higher than his own, then he will still not be able to resist.

The huge Xuantian Sect is like an invisible tower. Everyone can only move around in their corresponding floors and must not cross the floor.

Therefore, Qiu Shaoyuan gnashed his teeth in hatred and could only bow and say, "Greetings, two seniors."

"No need to be polite. We are the true disciples of the Xuantian Sect's 'Tian' lineage. We heard that a celestial being would descend here, so we came here to take action. Why are you here?"

Qiu Shaoyuan originally still had some illusions, but after knowing that the other party actually had the "Tian" meridian, he was completely desperate.

Within the Xuantian Sect, the top bloodlines are the four veins of “Heaven, Earth, Xuan and Huang”. There is not much difference between these four veins, and they are all top bloodlines within the Xuantian Sect.

The higher the level, the stronger the suppression on the lower-level monks. No wonder they have been suppressed since I saw them. I didn't expect them to be so powerful.

Resisting the urge to kneel down, Qiu Shaoyuan asked, "My Lords, may I ask..."

Before he could finish his words, one of Qiu Shaoyuan's arms flew out.

Retracting his sword, the slightly feminine monk said coldly: "Did I ask you a question? Just ask it."

Another monk who looked a bit bookish scooped up Qiu Shaoyuan's blood, took a sip and said with satisfaction, "It tastes good. I didn't expect that the blood of a low-ranking monk like you would be so delicious. It's a pity that you practiced a low-ranking technique, otherwise it would be more delicious."

Looking at Qiu Shaoyuan who was still bleeding, the scholar said with regret: "It's a pity to let you die, but our mission is special and cannot be seen by you, so we can only let you die."

"It's a pity indeed." The feminine monk who drank Qiu Shaoyuan's blood sighed helplessly, "Such good blood is hard to come by these days. But don't worry, we will enjoy your blood slowly, and your flesh and bones will be made into magical instruments, so they won't be wasted."

Listening to the other party's gloomy words, Qiu Shaoyuan's mind went blank.

If it was before, I would have died.

After all, he only had one life left, and he could just consider it as a contribution to Xuantian Sect, so death was not that hard to accept. But when he recalled his experiences along the way, he felt a great fear, which made him hope to continue living.

It was the first time I ate such delicious watermelon, and the first time I saw so many books.

It was the first time I wore such nice clothes and the first time I came into contact with the magical network.

It was the first time that I met other monks besides them, and the first time that I made so much money.

It was also the first time I played a game, and the first time I was liked and recognized by so many people.

His fellow junior brothers and sisters have not seen the magical network and the game yet, his master's eyes have not recovered yet, and he has not seen such a magnificent weapon refining pavilion. How can he die here so easily!

However, the suppression of his martial arts and blood was still there, making it difficult for him to even move his fingers, and he was completely unable to resist.

Desperately watching the feminine monk approaching, he could feel cold fingers clasping his throat, and the terrifying feeling came over him, making his breathing quicken.

"Don't worry, I will give you a quick death." The feminine monk said with a smile.

Just as he was about to twist Qiu Shaoyuan's throat, the feminine monk saw the paper in his hand and pulled it out curiously.

After seeing the number above, he couldn't help but gasp.

"What's wrong?" another monk asked curiously, "What did you see?"

"Friend Zhang, you have to come and take a look."

Monk Zhang walked over curiously, and couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the paper in Qiu Shaoyuan's hand.

"A certificate for three thousand spirit stones, which can be exchanged directly at the Weapon Refining Pavilion. Hey, what's wrong with this kid? How can he have so much money?"

"I was surprised before. These people should have just arrived at the Equipment Refining Pavilion not long ago, but they have more than 300 spirit stones on hand. It's incredible."

"Could it be that these people were honest undercover agents before, and this is their reward after going undercover."

"I don't know. Just ask and you'll know."

Releasing his hand, the feminine monk stroked Qiu Shaoyuan's Adam's apple and asked curiously, "Boy, where did you get this money? Don't lie, or I will definitely use the most cruel method to kill your master and others."

Swallowing hard, Qiu Shaoyuan ignored his sore throat and said hoarsely, "I made money from live streaming."

"What is live streaming?" the feminine monk asked curiously.

"Pay more attention to the real situation, Fellow Daoist Shangguan." Monk Zhang said dissatisfiedly, "Live streaming is a popular way of playing in the Weapon Refining Pavilion. It is said that some people have made money from it. Boy, how long have you been live streaming?"

“It just started yesterday.”

The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

After helping Qiu Shaoyuan stop bleeding, Monk Shangguan widened his eyes and asked excitedly, "Only one day? You made so much money in your first live broadcast? Fellow Daoist Zhang, how is this result?"

"It's genius level, or even a miracle." Monk Zhang also said excitedly, "It would be a pity to kill it. It would be nice to keep it as a profitable livestock."

"That's right, I've found a treasure this time. I said that the Weapon Refining Pavilion is where my chance lies, and it really worked."

Looking at the two excited people, Qiu Shaoyuan couldn't laugh.

He couldn't laugh at all.

(End of this chapter)