One person established a clan

Chapter 20: Hundred Miles Hunting
Blood beads formed a red line along the sword edge, fell to the ground and bloomed into red plum blossoms.

The glaring scarlet light reflected in the monk's pupils, causing his internal organs to tremble.

Although the fifth senior brother is not the best among his peers, his cultivation and combat power are still among the best.

At this moment, he was lying dead on the ground, with a sword mark running diagonally from his forehead to his chest. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible and blood was still gushing out - less than ten moves later.

"Good, good man, spare my life."

The monk dropped his sword tremblingly, his knees sank into the mud, and cold sweat slid down his pale cheeks.

Seeing that the other party was frightened, Su Cheng nodded with satisfaction and tapped his shoulder with the blade of his sword: "What are you yelling about?"

"Yang Yang Zong Ming"

"Who sent you here?" The group arrived just moments after the altar was destroyed, and were obviously not far from the village.

“It’s the elders’ order.”

Yang Zongming's voice trembled, not daring to hide anything. "Yesterday, the elders ordered that all Xuanbing soldiers be quickly retrieved to strengthen the sect's combat capabilities. Therefore, not only the ordinary disciples, but also us true disciples were sent out."

"All the Xuanbing?"

Su Cheng's eyebrows gradually twisted: "How many more tragedies like this village have there been?"

Yang Zongming's throat rolled and he responded hoarsely: "There are, there are thirteen more."

Even though Su Cheng was prepared, he still felt a chill in his heart.

Thirteen places?
This means that during this period of time, at least hundreds of lives have been lost at the hands of this group of evil cultivators with beastly hearts.

"You act so brazenly, aren't you afraid someone will notice?"

"Because...someone will help cover it up."

"That's right." Su Cheng nodded in realization, his eyes glancing at him even colder. "Once you've collected all these weapons, will you return to the sect immediately?"

"right"

"How far are the other thirteen locations from here?"

Su Cheng thought for a moment, then asked coldly, "When will your fellow apprentices obtain their weapons?"

Yang Zongming was immediately frightened by the murderous aura and trembled with fear: "No, not so fast. This batch of Xuan soldiers will take another day to truly 'mature'. As for where they are, I can tell you, my good man."

"Point it out to me on the map." Su Cheng threw the map in his arms to the ground. "There can't be any mistakes or omissions."

"Ming, understand!"

Yang Zongming quickly fell to the ground, bit his finger, and circled the locations on the map with blood.

After he finished marking, he looked up and smiled wryly: "Good man, I have done everything I was told. Can you please spare my life?"

Su Cheng said noncommittally, "Did you kill the people in this village before?"

Yang Zongming's smile froze: "I didn't, didn't."

The sword tip drew a silver arc, and the head flew up with a frozen flattering smile.

Su Cheng picked up the map with the tip of his sword, glanced at the thirteen directions on it, and secretly memorized them in his mind.

at the same time--

"absorb."

Su Cheng searched all three corpses and quickly absorbed all the spiritual energy in their bodies.

[Pure Aura: Ten Years]

The combined spiritual energy of the three of them was less than expected. It seemed that the state of profound perfection reached by these three people was not entirely satisfactory.

At this moment, a faint light flickered behind him.

He was weighing the porcelain bottle in his hand, and when he turned around following the light, he saw Shi Xuan's soul quietly appear behind him, with her white skirt flowing like moonlight.

"Your technique."

Shi Xuan tightened his grip on the umbrella handle, a hint of solemnity flashing across his ethereal, icy eyes. "It's terrifying that he can easily steal someone's cultivation."

Su Cheng smiled slightly: "There is no good or bad martial arts, it only depends on how to use it."

Shi Xuan's eyes flickered, and he finally sighed softly: "Young Master, you are right."

The Huanxing Sect was originally under her command. She had always believed that this sect was a famous and upright sect that practiced the orthodox Xuanmen techniques.

Unexpectedly, everything was a false appearance, and he actually did all kinds of sinister things in private.

On the contrary, Su Cheng, who was using his 'magic power' to slay evil and eliminate demons, was truly a cause for shame.

Shi Xuan's tone softened. "These three true disciples all bear the 'Spiritual Seal of the Sect'. If they are harmed by outsiders, a hidden mark will remain on the murderer, guiding the sect's direction."

She pursed her lips slightly, and said with a hint of guilt: "I am only a remnant soul now, unable to help. But I can teach you the formula to break the curse, and you can break it yourself-"

"It's okay." Su Cheng waved his hand: "I sucked away all the marks and the spiritual energy in their bodies."

Shi Xuan: “.”

Looking at the awkward look of the cold beauty who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, Su Cheng couldn't help but smile. This young lady was quite lovable.

He casually tossed his weapons, bottles, and cans into the system and glanced at the three horses lingering at the village gate. "The Huanxing Sect knew there were powerful enemies lurking outside, yet they still sent these disciples out. How wicked of heart!"

Shi Xuan's mind moved slightly, and he quickly frowned.

Those lunatics actually used the lives of their disciples as bait to explore the enemy's tracks.

"Since they want to test me, I will accept their offer." Su Cheng said meaningfully, "If you're not tired, will you accompany me for a walk tonight?"

Shi Xuan gave a helpless smile and said, "Since you have made your decision, I will follow you."

She turned into a spiritual light again and rushed back to the jade hairpin in her hair.

Su Cheng returned to the house, wrapped the child in a quilt, tied him to his arms, and then went out of the village to get the horse.

"Miss Shi, I'm sorry."

He controlled Shi Xuan to mount the horse and sit behind him, the night wind blowing his snow-white hair past his ears.

Su Cheng grasped Shi Xuan's hand and guided it around his waist. After securing his body, he gently shook the reins.

"Well"

Shi Xuan in the jade hairpin didn't care much at first, but as he looked at it, he became more and more embarrassed.

It was not so bad when my physical body was leaning in Su Cheng's arms before.

But now his chest was pressed against his back, rubbing against it as the horse galloped, which was really unsightly.

The jade hairpin in the beauty's hair trembled slightly, and seemed to be a little red. "Sir."

"Huh?" Su Cheng was concentrating on figuring out the direction on the map and was stunned when he heard this: "What's wrong?"

Shi Xuan said shyly, "My body, I'm hugging you too tightly. It's not right for men and women to be intimate with each other."

"Uh, if it's not tight, it will fall off."

"Or, let's change our sitting position. This...is not good."

Listening to Shi Xuan's mumbling, Su Cheng's mouth trembled slightly and he looked back and forth.

"Miss Shi, there's no need to keep changing. Your figure isn't that exaggerated, so it's not a big deal."

There was a moment of silence in the jade hairpin, and then a spirit butterfly suddenly appeared and started to bump into the back of his head.

"You are a filthy person!"

The waning moon was obscured by dark clouds, and a solemn and murderous atmosphere howled in the cold wind.

The young child felt uncomfortable from the bumpy ride and opened his eyes dizzy.

A flash of fire suddenly came into view, and screams and pleas for mercy could be heard faintly all around, making it extremely noisy.

But before he could see his surroundings clearly, his eyes were covered by his palms, and a gentle chuckle came from his ears: "Don't open your eyes yet, cover your ears and continue to sleep."

"Good brother. Where are we now?"

"We can go back soon."

"Where to go back to"

"In town." Su Cheng swung his sword and cut off a head: "Then I'll treat you to a delicious meal."

"Um"

The child's nose was filled with the smell of blood and a warm scent, and not far away he could hear the clanging of metal.

He covered his ears obediently as if he was unaware, and fell asleep peacefully as if he was at ease.

When the strong wind started to blow again, Su Cheng picked up the broken knife on the ground with his toes and slapped it with his palm. The monk who was trying to escape with his back turned was immediately pierced by the blade and fell to the ground.

"There are only two more places left. Let's go."

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