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Chapter 119 The male protagonist of the sad novel does not need a crematorium 8

"Don't look so sad. I have good news for you. Your life is saved. I have also found a good place for you with food and accommodation." Lu Chu comforted.

"You won't kill me?" Bai Liu was overjoyed. "Where are you going to send me to?"

I didn’t expect that I escaped!

Lu Chu unfolded the real-life map of the Purple Gold Mine. "This is it. Take a look and see if it suits your taste. You will spend the next few hundred years here."

"I, a cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage, am going mining?" Bai Liu felt that there was something wrong with his ears. When he was still a Qi Refining cultivator, he once followed his master to inspect the Purple Gold Mine.

Most of the miners there were menial monks eliminated by Qingyun Sect, a small number were monks whose cultivation had been sealed for crimes, and the one with the highest cultivation level was only at the Jindan stage.

Forget it, let him just mine. At least his life is saved and his foundation is still there. If he manages it well in the future, he may be able to come back again.

Lu Chu shook his head, "From now on, you are just a low-level cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining, and Qingyun Sect's Bai Liu Zhenzun no longer exists."

What do you mean?

Before he could ask, Bai Liu was horrified to find that the spiritual energy in his body was gradually disappearing. He had not felt so weak for thousands of years. A few breaths ago, he could be crushed to death thousands of times with just one finger.

The previous divination was correct, he really couldn’t beat the young man in front of him!

"Master, my cultivation?"

Bai Liu looked at Lu Chu hesitantly, hoping that his cultivation was only sealed temporarily.

"Here it is!" As Lu Chu spoke, a grey ball appeared in his hand. The aura it exuded was exactly the same as the martial arts practiced by Bai Liu. He crushed it mercilessly in the face of Bai Liu's eager and expectant eyes.

The grey spiritual light spots danced in the wind. It was a very beautiful and dreamy scene. However, in Bai Liu's eyes, it was a nightmare that he could not wake up from. Suddenly, he tried desperately to catch those light spots with his hands like a madman, but he obviously failed.

The cultivation gained after thousands of years of hard work was gone, and all the calculations were in vain. Bai Liu laughed foolishly, "Every sip and every bite is destined by heaven. These years have been wasted after all."

His mentality completely collapsed. When a high and mighty True Lord falls into the mortal world, he needs a strong heart to stay calm.

With a wave of his sleeves, Lu Chu sent a hardworking worker to the Zijin Mine. At the same time, he erased the monks stationed in the mine's memories of Bai Liu. In their eyes, Bai Liu was just an ordinary miner, and they placed a ban on him, preventing him from leaving the Zijin Mine for the rest of his life.

This cave was now ownerless, and he unceremoniously put all the items into his own storage space, not leaving even a blade of grass for Bai Liu. After a quick look, he found that the elders were not as rich as the sect master. They only had about one-third of what Feng Qingyun provided. The gold coins that dropped were not many, but they were better than nothing.

After solving another problem, Lu Chu took out the booklet and went to the doors one by one. The Purple Gold Mine was like a place where people were cooking dumplings. In just one hour, there were at least a hundred more people. Many of the main peaks of Qingyun Sect immediately became empty.

Changmei Zhenzun watched helplessly as his fellow disciples were suppressed and a dragon was taken away by the new leader, and he hugged himself, who was weak, pitiful and helpless, with a sympathetic heart.

Fortunately, I am alone and have some moral bottom line, so I was lucky enough not to be caught up in this storm.

He had no intention of stopping them. None of them were innocent, but after all, they had been living together for thousands of years, so it was inevitable that he would feel grief over the loss of one of them.

According to unknown sources, the elders and disciples who disappeared had their cultivation abolished and were sent to mine. For a time, the people in the sect were in a panic, and they were particularly afraid of the sudden appearance of the new sect leader.

"Master, Qingyun Sect is almost empty." Changmei Zhenzun reminded tactfully, hoping that the Master would show mercy and let the sect calm down.

If this continues, all the honorary elders in the sect will have to pack up and leave overnight. It doesn't matter where they are, they are just honorary elders.

Lu Chu looked at him in confusion and pointed at the crowded outer gate and the foot of Qingyun Sect. "Aren't there still many disciples? How come there is no one?"

Those you mentioned are outer disciples and menial disciples with poor qualifications, while those you are targeting are almost all geniuses who started from the inner sect, and there are also several elder-level figures among them, Changmei Zhenzun secretly complained.

He was very self-aware and knew that he could not persuade her, so he stopped talking and went back to his cave to meditate in seclusion, out of mind and out of sight.

The two old ancestors didn't care about his worries. In another hundred years, he could leave behind the responsibilities of the Qingyun Sect and live freely on his own. Maybe he could find an opportunity to make further progress.

Lu Chu looked at Changmei's back in confusion as he suddenly left, thinking that he was simply incomprehensible, but he was actually a sensible person.

That’s all for today, he has to go back and watch the special program he personally directed.

I don’t know how Feng Qingyun and Lin Yuyao get along with each other?

He returned to his temporary residence in Qingyun Sect in high spirits, and Xiaoyi picked out from a pile of spoils and arranged them according to Lu Chu's preferences.

He saw the water waves in the Guanshi Mirror move slightly, and Lin Yuyao's disfigured face appeared in front of him, followed by her impatient voice.

"We are both at the seventh level of Qi Refining now. How do you think you are more noble than me?"

When she first saw the messy Feng Qingyun, she was very excited, thinking that she would be like the heroine in the storybook "A Domineering Sect Leader Falls in Love with Me". She thought to herself: Feng Ming, you little bastard, wait until I become your master's wife, and see how you can still be so rampant!

Lin Yuyao was filled with joy and did not even think about how a sect leader could be injured like this and left at her doorstep.

So she dragged her body, whose wounds had not yet healed, and took a lot of effort to drag the unconscious man into the broken wooden house. There was no other way. She had tried many times, but she could not leave the broken wooden house more than a hundred meters away.

Then Lin Yuyao applied medicine to him and changed his clothes. After Feng Qingyun was ready, he looked like a normal person again. Except for his pale face and white hair due to malnutrition, he was exactly the same as she remembered.

As expected of the sect leader, she is so good-looking. Her face slowly turned red.

She was so distracted that she didn't notice that the man on the board had woken up and was looking at her with cold eyes.

"If you keep staring at me like that, I'll dig out your eyes!"

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