From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

Facing the mid-stage Jindan cultivator who was seeking death, Ying Chuan didn't care. He blew him up with a punch as fast as a meteor. He was just asking for his death.

Ying boy, I also want to go out and move around. Let’s share the opportunity equally, said Xu Mofeng.

Yingchuan released him. He knew his strength. After more than ten years of continuously providing him with dragon energy, his strength was constantly improving.

True dragons have inheritance, hidden in their blood. As long as he advances into a new stage of dragon transformation, he will get inheritance that is top-notch. Coupled with his powerful body, even Ying Chuan cannot guarantee that he can defeat it.

From time to time, the man and the demon would have a fierce battle to test their own cultivation and to better hone themselves. They both knew how powerful the other was.

Yingchuan continued to search. If he guessed correctly, this place should be similar to Guixu, but he was not sure whether it was necessary to concentrate the tokens.

However, he also encountered resistance. People are greedy. When they have power, all so-called morality is just paper. They want to monopolize opportunities, so naturally others, especially those weaker than them, are doomed to die.

After a few moves from Yingchuan, they were like paper and were blown up one after another. The reason they formed an alliance was that they were not confident in their own strength. They were the weakest group, and most of them were independent cultivators.

After taking away their storage bags, Yingchuan continued to move forward. He was a relatively Buddhist person and would not act rashly. It was a bloody situation on Xu Mofeng's side. Relying on his strong body and not using spiritual power, he killed anyone he saw. Most of the things found along the way were blood, mud, and bone residue, but the harvest was huge.

Yingchuan had a hunch that this place was for screening, and it was possible that only one in a thousand would survive, or perhaps even less.

Yingchuan's actions are accompanied by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Before his Nascent Soul stage came out, he was invincible, and not many people could withstand his punch. So now he feels a little tired, aesthetically fatigued.

I did gain a lot of opportunities, most of which were materials and pills. Some of the pills also had recipes engraved on them, but they were equally useless.

Yingchuan also tried to decipher it, but it was not realistic as he had no experience in this area. Even if there were assistance in deciphering the text, he lacked its pronunciation and similar texts, and there was no text template. These ancient texts disappeared too completely, almost like another system of text, as if they had been erased artificially. He was not an expert in this area, but an amateur.

One thing is certain though, it can't be poisonous, and there's absolutely no point in harming them, unless you're just idle.

Yingchuan didn't care much, as long as it wasn't poisonous. His requirements were relatively low. These pills were suitable for ancient cultivators, but not necessarily for today's ones. The effects might even conflict, which was possible.

Spiritual materials and monks have been constantly evolving, and a million years is enough to change many things.

As for the current situation, no one outside knows about it. The sound transmission talisman is ineffective. The people outside have no idea about the fighting inside and are still confronting each other.

The Yuanying thought about it for a long time and finally decided to tell the news. Although knowing this news alone would be a huge advantage, he felt something was right, which was an intuition developed from long-term battles.

This can also be used as an opportunity to build closer relationships. Although these companies appear to be keeping to themselves on the surface, there are actually undercurrents.

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The entire island was almost dyed red. These people were all desperate criminals. Strength was the root of everything and the essence of rules. In the face of numerous opportunities, they abandoned reason. They were greedy and thought that others were stealing "their" opportunities.

Yingchuan was heading towards the center of the island. As he moved forward, he was accompanied by a road made of flesh and blood.

There is a high mountain on this island, located in the center of the entire island.

There is a stone tablet standing on the mountain, with hundreds of ancient characters engraved on it, but it is still useless.

Yingchuan took out the jade token, and the jade token seemed to sense something, emitting waves, and a beam of light pointed directly at the stone token.

Yingchuan knew that this jade token was a priceless treasure and that it would give him the first-mover advantage in future ancient battlefields.

A set of numbers appeared on the jade token, five hundred. Yingchuan guessed that this should be the number of people who would survive in the end and would also be the number who would start the next stage.

Yingchuan is now going to change his target. The opportunity here is not important to him, and it is just a drop in the bucket compared to the opportunities that will come later.

Yingchuan is actually not bloodthirsty. He kills people only to achieve his goals. He doesn't care how many people he kills as long as he can achieve his goals.

But even if he didn't do it, they would kill each other. This is what human beings are like. They can abandon everything for profit. It's disgusting.

Yingchuan wants to abandon the part that belongs to him as a human being. Over hundreds of years, his humanity will slowly wear away. People cannot stand the test. The true heart is easy to find but hard to keep. The end of human nature is revealed in times of adversity.

Yingchuan doesn't care about anything, the human part will disappear one day.

(The author wants to write about a "God" as he understands it. I know this path is not easy.)

The number of people on the island is decreasing at a geometric rate. Yingchuan doesn't actually need to kill many people. He just acts as a booster.

Ying Chuan kept killing and looking for opportunities at the same time. The blood dyed his white robe red, but it was not completely dyed red, as if foreshadowing something.

He is invincible on this island, and few people can withstand his blow. Yingchuan is a little annoyed.

(To be honest, I didn't save 700 words yesterday. Today I found they were gone. I can only rely on yesterday's impression to recall the general plot. Some parts may not match. Please understand.)

Even if Yingchuan doesn't kill these people, someone else will come to kill them, so why not help himself?

With every step Yingchuan took forward, countless blood mud appeared. It was made up of countless people. Yingchuan walked on it like the god of death walking out of hell.

The number of people is decreasing little by little, slowly approaching the target amount, but the base number is too large, and it is impossible to reach the goal quickly.

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Fellow Daoist, I heard that there is an extremely powerful monster here that keeps killing people. Now it has aroused public anger. Several big figures from the families want to organize some fellow Daoists to kill it.

Yes, I have decided to participate. I heard the treatment is good. Two monks who are on good terms with me are discussing this.

Yingchuan secretly captured the news, that is, Xu Mofeng. An idea came to his mind, and Yingchuan decided to implement this plan.

Then the two useless people were quickly dealt with by Yingchuan, and then he went to look for the gathering place.

As for why he didn't look for Xu Mofeng, it was because he was worried that the plan would fail, and it would be easier to catch him off guard. Moreover, there was no means of communication between the man and the beast, so looking for him would just be a waste of time.

He had released the ant colony long ago, so he was aware of any changes on the entire island.