One person established a clan

Chapter 11 Reciprocity

"The living immortal is dead!"

Outside Huanxi Tower, shrill screams came one after another.

Su Cheng pulled Shi Xuan away during the chaos and slipped into a dark alley to avoid being seen by passersby.

He rubbed his fingertips in secret, and the spiritual energy of the Five Mystical Arts just dissipated.

The so-called 'living immortal' was only at the beginning of the Profound Realm, only comparable to Li Mingwen. However, he was able to kill him in the blink of an eye. The power of this technique was more satisfactory than expected.

As for his earlier move, it was deliberate. After all, the Huanxing Sect was in turmoil, so why not add fuel to the fire?

"Good man, wait!"

The young knight's voice sounded from behind.

Su Cheng seemed to slow down his pace unintentionally, and his peripheral vision had already caught the visitor's eye.

The young knight came running over, his breathing was slightly disordered, and his handsome face was full of solemnity.

When he met her gaze, he hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and solemnly clasped his fists: "Thank you for your help just now. My name is Duan Mocheng. May I ask-"

"Are you really a government official?"

Su Cheng remained unmoved, his eyes only glancing at the token on his waist.

"Uh"

The cold questioning cut off the politeness, and Duan Mocheng's throat rolled, and a thin sweat suddenly broke out on the back of his neck.

Although both parties seemed to be of similar age, just a glance was enough to make one's breathing tighten.

If that 'living immortal' is as strong as a monster, then the person in front of me cannot be judged at all.

"I do have an official position." Duan Mocheng was nervous and swallowed his saliva: "I was ordered to inspect Dongzhou this time. I heard about the reputation of Huanxing Sect, so I wanted to pay a visit first.

But when I passed through the area, I saw people suffering from strange diseases that could only be cured by living gods. However, I could tell at a glance that it was the poison of the 'Rotten Heart Grass', not a disease, so I felt that there must be something fishy going on.

Su Cheng thought thoughtfully: "How do you know this poison?"

"I'm from a wealthy family, and my parents have close connections with many extraordinary people. I've been dabbling in many strange pharmacopoeias since I was a child."

Duan Mocheng felt increasingly pressured by the stares, and dared not hide anything, speaking frankly, "This poison originates in a land rich in spiritual energy. It's not found in ordinary places, and naturally, few doctors know about it. And when I confronted him just now, he was always vague in his answers. It's very likely that person is taking advantage of the Huanxing Sect to poison and save lives in the county town below the mountain, profiting from the people's wealth."

"You don't trust the people of Huanxing Sect?"

"This"

Facing Su Cheng's question, Duan Mocheng's expression gradually became serious. Thinking that the other party had taken the life of a living immortal with one blow, perhaps there was an old grudge between him and the Huanxing Sect.

He gathered himself together and gritted his teeth, saying, "If there's something fishy going on with the Huanxing Sect, I'll investigate it thoroughly!"

"Very good." Su Cheng said meaningfully, "If you find any clues, announce it to the whole county as soon as possible so that the local people can see the true face of this sect."

Duan Mocheng stared blankly at him as he disappeared around the corner of the narrow alley. Suddenly he came to his senses with a start, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

This person spoke so confidently, could it be that the Huanxing Sect is really hiding a disaster?

Dusk permeated the window panes, and Su Cheng walked back to the inn following the lamplight.

The matter of the living immortal was just a small episode. He almost toured the entire Jingyang Town today, but unfortunately he didn't gain much.

The search for the herbs needed for the Diqing Pill was fruitless. Those so-called sect martial arts schools only taught superficial martial arts, not as sophisticated as simple mystical techniques.

“We have to keep looking for ways to improve.”

Su Cheng leaned against the window, thinking secretly, and casually flipped through the spiritual field in the system space.

Several medicinal herbs have now been replanted and are being nourished by spiritual energy. Their medicinal properties and quality will gradually improve.

But the spiritual energy stored in the system is not infinite, even though it still has a solid foundation of several decades.
[Bone and muscle tempering completed]

[Meridian Tempering Begins]

Su Cheng suddenly stopped moving, took a deep breath, and his back tensed like a bowstring.

In an instant, the spiritual energy around his body seemed to rise steadily, and the misty silver light seemed to rise like a flame, shaking the coffee table beside him and making it overturn.

The muscles and bones of his body seemed to have been tempered a thousand times, iron hardened into steel. The flesh, tendons, and membranes that encircled his bones were constantly wriggling and trembling, as if absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy like a rainbow.

Click!

The floor beneath his feet cracked like a spider web, and silver spiritual energy flickered and flickered in the cracks. Su Cheng closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly, unconsciously revealing a contented smile.

Entering the Xuan realm, the intermediate level has been achieved.

"Every breakthrough in a realm is like a complete transformation."

Su Cheng stretched his whole body, glanced at the seven years of spiritual energy consumed on the system panel, and frowned secretly.

As your realm improves, the spiritual energy consumed in cultivation is also increasing, and you may not be able to sustain squandering it for too long.

"Guest sir."

The waiter knocked on the door and said, "Someone outside has delivered a letter."

Su Cheng was a little surprised. He was unfamiliar with the place and who would write to him specifically?
Although I met Duan Mocheng today, he obviously didn't know where he lived.

With doubts in his heart, he opened the door, took the envelope and opened it. He found that the handwriting on the letter was beautiful, as if it was written by a woman.

However, the content of the letter surprised Su Cheng.

"It's late at night, and you asked me to come to your mansion for a gathering. Can you offer me Qingling Fruit and Shuixin Sand?"

Su Cheng's mind suddenly turned, and he realized that his actions in the town today had been discovered by someone with ulterior motives.

But he didn't care much about it. After all, he was just seeking medical advice and it wasn't anything eye-catching or unusual.

However, since the other party was able to target him, he must have some ulterior motives.

Su Cheng glanced at Shi Xuan who was sitting quietly on the bed, then glanced at the gradually decreasing spiritual energy reserves in the system, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Since there is a way that comes to your door, why not do it?

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the night grew darker.

Su Cheng braved the cold wind and arrived at the residence specified in the letter as promised.

He casually tightened the brim of Shi Xuan's hat and was about to go forward and knock on the door when the heavy door with mottled vermilion paint slowly opened.

"A distinguished guest has arrived."

The old woman holding the lantern was hunched over, her thin silver hair neatly combed in the halo of light from the lantern. "The young lady inside, I have something to discuss with you. There's no need to be so formal."

"Sorry for bothering you."

Seeing the other person's kind expression, Su Cheng nodded in response, pulled Shi Xuan along, and walked into the lobby along the bluestone pavement.

When he casually drew aside the curtain, he saw only a table of banquet in the hall. The delicious food was steaming, obviously it had just been taken out of the pot.

Su Cheng narrowed his eyes and scanned the surroundings, the quiet and elegant pavilions coming into view one after another.

He suddenly felt something, and abruptly stepped sideways, grabbing the fair wrist with his backhand, which was as cold as jade, and the wrist bone trembled like a butterfly in his palm.

"what?"

The girl's clear and soft voice was then heard, mixed with a hint of surprise.

Su Cheng glanced sideways and saw an elegant girl in a light green dress standing still, her fair and tender face looking up with a look of surprise, which then slowly relaxed along with her small and thin eyebrows.

She raised her lips and put on a cheerful smile, shaking her clamped right hand: "Sir, how long will it take to catch him?"

Su Cheng didn't let go, his expression remained calm: "You are the one who wrote to me?"

"Yes." The girl nodded slightly and pouted playfully, "I just wanted to give you a bunch of candied haws, why are you acting like you're catching a thief?"

As he spoke, his left hand stretched out from behind his back, and indeed he was holding a string of candies, which shone with a honey-colored luster under the candlelight.

Su Cheng looked at her silently for a moment, then let go and took the candied haws: "Thank you for your kindness, miss. I wonder-"

"Hey!"

The moment Su Cheng relaxed, the delicate wrist turned like a snake and gently grasped his wrist.

Su Cheng frowned and said nothing, but saw the girl raised her lips and smiled: "This way, even if what happened just now is even~"

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This woman is quite weird.

(End of this chapter)