One person established a clan

Chapter 43: No Blood
"Squeak—"

Su Cheng pushed open the wooden window, snapped the spider silk on the frame with his fingers, and shook off the fine dust.

Looking at the desolate environment of the inn, he thought of what he had seen along the way and couldn't help frowning.

This town is really desolate and bleak. Even though there are many living people, it is dead everywhere.

The old shopkeeper pushed the door open and walked in, taking only a few steps but walking shakily.

"Sir, I don't have much to offer in this little shop, except this tea."

His wrinkled face trembled slightly, and he brought the hot pottery pot to the table: "Sir, please rest early today and don't go out at night. It's very chaotic outside."

"What happened here?"

Su Cheng glanced at his sallow face and said, "It seems that the atmosphere in your town is not right."

The old shopkeeper shook his head helplessly: "What else could it be? It's nothing more than the monks committing evil and causing panic among the people."

"Is it the Qixuan Sect?"

"Hush!" The old shopkeeper quickly covered his mouth and said, "Sir, please don't say anything outside. If any lackey hears, you'll be in trouble."

Su Cheng rubbed his fingers and said, "Will the people from the Qixuan Sect also go on a killing spree?"

Seeing that the other party was hesitant, he casually showed his token: "I am from the capital, and I am passing through here and am curious."

The old shopkeeper's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly said bitterly, "They wouldn't do something so ruthless, but they are used to being domineering in the surrounding countryside. If they hear anyone gossiping, they will beat them to death.

In recent years, villagers have disappeared mysteriously from time to time, and we all have a rough idea of ​​the situation."

Su Cheng silently poured himself a cup of tea, musing to himself, "No wonder the local people are so confused. After so many years of living in uncertainty, it's truly tormenting."

"How are the local authorities?"

"Alas, they are just birds of a feather." The old shopkeeper sighed, "Sir, please leave early after tonight. Many monks have come here recently to fight for treasures, causing a great deal of trouble in the city."

"treasure?"

Su Cheng's mind moved slightly: "Is it on the mountain outside the town?"

"Yes, Lingxi Mountain." The old shopkeeper slapped his thigh and said, "That mountain is frozen to the bone all year round. I wonder what kind of treasures could have come from there that would make those cultivators so envious."

"How many monks are here?"

"How can I, an old man like me, know so much?"

The old shopkeeper laughed twice and pointed in a direction: "The street across the street is more prosperous. Perhaps there are monks staying there. If you want to inquire, you can go over there and take a look."

He then quickly added, "But those monks are truly terrifying. It would be best for you to avoid provoking them."

"Thanks for letting me know."

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Please do as you please, sir." The shopkeeper didn't stay any longer. After giving the instructions, he hobbled away.

Su Cheng turned back to the table, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Sir, would you like to meet those monks?"

Hearing Shi Xuan's clear voice, he quickly shook his head. "I was just wondering what that so-called 'treasure' might be."

"Generally speaking, most of them are natural treasures used to refine elixirs and weapons."

Shi Xuan smiled lightly: "Sir, do you want to go and fight for it?"

"Let's take down the spiritual vein first." Su Cheng drank the tea in one gulp. "It's still early, let's go up the mountain and take a look."

"Sir, you've been traveling all the way, don't you need to rest?"

"Come back after you've found the spiritual vein."

Seeing Su Cheng pulling him out of the house, Shi Xuan was speechless.

What kind of weird physique does this villain have? How come he never gets tired?
Passing by the streets and alleys that the shopkeeper mentioned, Su Cheng stopped in his tracks due to the sudden change in atmosphere, his face filled with surprise and doubt.

There were cheers in front of every shop, silk skirts fluttered in the red buildings and embroidered pavilions, and the chirping of orioles and swallows mixed with the sound of clinking glasses shook the eaves.

He turned back silently, looking at the road he had just walked.

Hunched figures like zombies staggered back and forth, creating a gloomy and gloomy scene.

Such an abrupt scene, like the split between the yin and yang worlds, made Su Cheng secretly smack his lips in amazement.

"The methods of the Qixuan Sect are not simple."

He helped Shi Xuan beside him tighten his veil, and they walked into the street together, glancing at the ancient buildings along the way from time to time.

"There really is a cultivator here."

Su Cheng entered the Xinxuan realm and became more sensitive to the flow of spiritual energy in the outside world. With just a slight perception, he could catch a few subtle ripples.

The strongest person seems to be just Xin Xuan.

His fingers in his sleeves twitched slightly, and a silver light flashed in his eyes.

"--Sir, why don't you come and sit down?" Just at this moment, a hearty laugh suddenly came.

Su Cheng paused slightly and looked to the side in the direction of the sound, and saw an elegant young man in a white robe sitting by the window of the building, leaning against a golden table and raising a glass to toast from afar.

"The weather is nice today, why don't you join us for a drink?"

This person is a monk.

The silver light in Su Cheng's eyes disappeared, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he strode into the restaurant, turned up his robe and sat down.

The white-robed man smiled even more broadly. "Great! Young Master, you are a straightforward person. It's worth my while to invite you to sit with me and taste wine."

The waiter beside them put on a flattering smile and quickly poured wine for both of them.

Su Cheng didn't clink glasses, but asked with interest: "Which sect are you from?"

"Seventh Xuan Sect, Wang Shengtao." The white-robed man laughed cheerfully, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, smacking his lips as if he was unsatisfied. "This wine isn't strong enough! Go get something better!"

"I'll be right back!"

The waiter ran around in a hurry, and the cheerful chatter in the room suddenly stopped, with only the pipa strings trembling and making a half-broken sound.

The next moment, the surroundings were bustling and noisy again.

Su Cheng glanced casually and said, "Friend Wang, as a disciple of a sect, how can you have the leisure to play around in the busy streets?"

"The young master is indeed a visitor from outside the area."

Wang Shengtao took two bites of the side dishes and said, "My sect has been stationed in this area for over a hundred years. These pavilions and temples are all owned by our sect, so naturally, I allow my disciples to play with them as they please."

He quickly revealed a hearty smile again. "I'm good at making friends. Just now, I saw that you had a hidden aura, so I knew you must be quite advanced. That's why I took the initiative to summon you, hoping to get to know you well."

As he spoke, he filled his drink again: "Although we met by chance, it can be considered fate that we met in such a vast sea of ​​people."

Wang Shengtao thought for a moment and suddenly said, "How about this? From now on, brother, whenever you step into a hundred-mile radius, just tell me my name and you can take whatever you want. How about that?"

Su Cheng casually stroked the blue lines on the porcelain cup: "Whatever you want, it's fine."

"Of course." Wang Shengtao smiled. "Whether it's gold, silver, jewelry, or beautiful women and children, you can enjoy them as you please."

After these words were spoken, there was silence inside and outside the restaurant for a moment.

Su Cheng glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the woman who had just been smiling coquettishly at the door of the restaurant opposite and attracting customers suddenly showing a look of fear.

"Could you tell me how to enjoy it?"

"Brother, you are joking."

Wang Shengtao laughed twice and waved his hand carelessly: "Have you ever heard of the Huanxing Sect hundreds of miles away?"

Su Cheng raised his eyelids slightly and said calmly, "I've heard a little bit about it."

"Legend has it that the Huanxing Sect understands the art of business and how to maintain a steady and sustainable growth." Wang Shengtao shook his head helplessly. "But I personally observed them a while ago and discovered that they were engaged in many random massacres in the dark. Their refining techniques were also extremely crude. I wonder how much precious essence and blood they wasted. It's hardly worthy of being worthy of a prestigious institution."

At this point, the hunched waiter came back, tremblingly brought out the wine jar and slowly poured it into the bowl.

In an instant, an extremely pungent smell of blood gushed out, mixed with the smell of alcohol and spread everywhere.

Su Cheng glanced over and saw the thick scarlet blood in the bowl, and a few pale beads could be vaguely seen.
"These people must be taken good care of."

Wang Shengtao took the bowl and took a sip, smacking his lips as if he was savoring the taste, the corners of his mouth turning a shocking blood red.

"Although mortals lack spiritual energy, their flesh and blood, if carefully refined, can also be cultivated into quite impressive spiritual materials and miraculous medicines. I have studied them extensively over the years and have figured out many unique refining methods. If you are interested, I can teach you—"

"When was your wine brewed?"

Su Cheng suddenly interrupted. Wang Shengtao raised his eyebrows, then smiled proudly, "This wine is my masterpiece from six months ago. It was made with the blood of two pairs of mothers and daughters. I also added a lot of spiritual herbs to give it a lot of flavor."

He casually picked up the wine jar and handed it to him with a smile: "Brother, why don't you try it yourself?"

Su Cheng looked at the blood and flesh floating in the wine jar with a calm expression. He reached out to take it and placed it on the table.

"Such a great gift, I should also give a gift in return."

"Oh? What treasure do you have, brother—"

Clang!
The sword light exploded, and the sound echoed throughout the long street in an instant.

The silver-green blade flashed like a streak of light, piercing through the beam obliquely, and the remaining force penetrated the wall.

A curious smile still remained on Wang Shengtao's face, but his head had already rolled onto the table, his broken neck charred and without a drop of blood.

Su Cheng tightly grasped the buzzing Qingxuan Sword, stopped the escaping spiritual light, and glanced at it with the corner of his eyes.

[Qingxuanmingming Sword, Dan-level weapon]

He retracted the black sword and casually straightened Wang Shengtao's head. "I'm giving you a lesson. Be a good person in your next life."

When he stood up and passed by the headless corpse sitting stiffly, he patted its shoulder.

"absorb."

(End of this chapter)