Immortality and Cultivation: Starting with Harvesting the Talents of Demonic Beasts

Chapter 56 The Shocking Incident at the Wild Temple
Lin Changheng was immediately overjoyed.

He said calmly, "Please take them all out for a look. If there are no problems, I can buy them."

"okay!"

Liu Fengxiu grinned from ear to ear, his old eyes narrowed into slits, and he quickly got up and did as he was told.

Lin Changheng then checked all the essence blood again, and only after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it did he take out ninety low-grade spirit stones.

Originally, ninety-three were needed, but Liu Fengxiu voluntarily rounded down the amount.

"Alright, please keep your things safe."

Liu Fengxiu accepted the spirit stones and, as Lin Changheng was about to leave, quickly got up to see him off.

Walk all the way to the door.

Lin Changheng suddenly stopped: "I will come here about once a year from now on. I would appreciate it if Manager Liu could help me stock up on some demon beast blood essence. Flame-tailed spirit fox blood essence is fine, and other [Turbid Fiend Bloodline] blood essence is also acceptable."

"Nature! Natural!"

Liu Fengxiu readily agreed.

"Stay."

Lin Changheng waved his hand, disappeared into the crowd.

When he reappeared, he was already outside the entrance to the market, leaning against an old tree, waiting for something.

She had changed her clothes, but they were exactly the same as when she first arrived.

The sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight was so intense that it was almost scorching.

It was clearly noon, the time to leave as agreed with the Xu family caravan.

"here."

Soon, someone greeted him, and looking up, he saw that it was the manager of the Xu family's caravan greeting him.

Lin Changheng approached, exchanged a few words with a smile, and then sat down in the empty packhorse carriage as instructed.

I closed my eyes to rest, and after less than half an hour, I suddenly heard some noise.

Lin Changheng opened his eyes and saw a woman wearing a veiled hat gracefully board the carriage, lift the curtain, and meet his gaze.

Their eyes met, and they nodded simultaneously, but neither spoke. They sat on opposite sides of the room.

Waited for a long time.

Instead of the old man in the straw hat with whom they had ridden together in the past, the manager's voice came from outside the carriage: "The agreed time has passed, so we will not wait any longer and will set off now."

"If it gets any later, we'll have to spend the night in the wilderness, which isn't very safe."

Seeing that the two people in the carriage had no objections, the manager immediately gave a command, and the packhorse caravan began to move forward with heavy footsteps.

It was very smooth, without any bumps.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The caravan traveled quite smoothly and peacefully without any incidents.

After all, it's a route I often take, and I'm very familiar with it.

It was nighttime.
The Xu family caravan stopped their horses and rested at a deserted temple.

Two of the dozen or so people were assigned to hide outside as lookouts, while the rest shared three campfires.

Leaning against a bonfire on the inner side, Lin Changheng and the female cultivator sat side by side, each with their eyes closed in meditation.

Silence reigned all around, broken only by faint snores and the occasional sparks from the campfire, casting flickering light on the dilapidated temple walls.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Lin Changheng abruptly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping around like that of a hawk.

The female cultivator seemed to sense something, and slowly opened her eyes, a strange light flashing in them. She whispered, "Fellow Daoist, have you noticed something?"

It's too quiet outside...

She realized this too.

Lin Changheng did not respond, his gaze fixed on the Xu family cultivator resting against the gate of the deserted temple. He saw that the Xu family cultivator's face was slowly losing its rosy hue, with a faint bluish-black color spreading like a spider web. This was the body's heightened sensitivity to toxins brought about by the [Poison Transformation Technique - Ascension to Truth].

No one noticed, not even the poisoned person, who died in their sleep, but he was the first to sense it.

"Poisoned! Someone has poisoned us!"

The female cultivator followed the gaze and was immediately startled. She quickly circulated her magic power and cried out.

With the blessing of magic, the originally soft female voice suddenly resounded like a great bell in everyone's ears.

Instantly, everyone sprang to their feet.

They never had a deep sleep; they would wake up instantly when called, and instinctively took out their magical artifacts, their eyes scanning the area warily, ready to defend themselves.

Lin Changheng took a small step back and retreated behind the group.

The next moment, another clanging sound rang out, the sound of the magic weapon falling to the ground.

Two Xu family cultivators with lower cultivation levels were unknowingly poisoned, their hands lost strength, they could no longer hold their magic weapons, and then they swayed and collapsed to the ground.

"Who is it? Hiding their heads and daring to use poison?"

The caravan manager was furious. He was a Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator, yet he hadn't noticed anything amiss. It was an utter disgrace.

He reached out and pulled out two bottles of antidote pills, uncorked them, poured one into his mouth, and then tossed them to the others to share.

At the same time, he made a hand seal with his left hand and started a movement with his right hand, unleashing the [Sudden Wind Technique]. A strong gust of air swept up from behind him and roared back towards the temple gate.

Not only did the three bonfires immediately go out, but the sleeves of everyone's robes billowed in the wind, and all the poisonous gas that had seeped in from the outside was swept away.

Then, enveloped by a sudden gust of wind, it was ejected from the temple gate.

When the spell ended, the two bottles of antidote pills were also divided and swallowed.

Although Lin Changheng was not poisoned, he was not afraid of being poisoned because of the [Poison-Transforming Technique - Ascension to Truth], but he saw that the female cultivator next to him had also swallowed a pill and handed him the medicine bottle.

He paused for a moment, but did not refuse, and swallowed one.

"I'll go out and take a look!"

The caravan manager instructed everyone to meditate and detoxify, while he himself rushed out of the deserted temple and vanished in a flash.

Lin Changheng was no different from everyone else, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, but he was secretly sighing in his heart.

This cultivation world is truly dangerous. Even with a group of cultivators traveling together, and a late-stage expert at the seventh level of Qi Refining overseeing things, there are still cultivators who sneak over to try poisoning.

Moreover, this poison was colorless and odorless, yet it escaped the caravan manager's notice. I wonder what kind of poison it was?
If they hadn't noticed in advance, at least half of the caravan members would probably have died without them even realizing it.

Even with the seventh level of Qi Refining, all his magical power was useless.

"No."

Lin Changheng warned, "We can't wait until the clan absorbs them again!"

"I'll find an opportunity later to completely transform the essence of the Flame-Tailed Spirit Fox and grasp the true meaning of the Fire Control Divine Power before I can feel at ease."

Just as Lin Changheng was thinking this,

A figure in a magnificent robe turned back and entered the temple, his face grim.

The caravan manager was holding two dark blue-faced corpses in his hands; they were the sentries who had been hiding outside, and they had died from poisoning.

Nothing else.

Clearly, the caravan manager had not gained anything from this trip.

“I once caught a glimpse of a human figure in the distant mountains and forests, but I dared not pursue it too closely, fearing it might be a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.”

The caravan manager, noticing the stares of the crowd, offered an explanation.

Everyone agreed wholeheartedly and nodded repeatedly.

When it comes to revenge, their own lives are clearly more important at this moment.

"Sigh, let's take them back for burial. I'll keep watch tonight, and we'll return to our clan at full speed tomorrow."

After examining the three corpses, the caravan manager's anger subsided. The remaining few who had been poisoned and paralyzed were given an antidote in time, and although they were not yet fully conscious, at least their lives were not in danger.

(End of this chapter)