From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

While continuing to fly eastward on his sword, Yingchuan once again passed by the place where he had killed the evil cultivator before.

He went to take a look.

After more than two months, the residents knew that the evil cultivator was gone and returned to their previous peaceful lives. Some people even erected a statue of Yingchuan for worship.

He came to the temple, which was quite dilapidated. After all, most of the incense offerings had been taken away by Yingchuan. In addition, this place used to be the residence of evil cultivators, so no one was interested in it.

He looked at the statue, and he thought that the statue that sealed Black Tai Sui before was the same as it.

However, he had no intention of staying here and planned to leave.

At this moment, a sound came from behind him.

Boy, break this sculpture and I can give you great power.

Yingchuan felt a little embarrassed. He had seen this routine in a lot of cartoons he had watched when he was a child. They must have thought he was an idiot.

Hey, don’t go, don’t go. I’ve been waiting here for so long, and finally found someone I like. I don’t want to become a clown.

Brother, big brother, as long as you let me out, I will be yours and you can do whatever you want with me.

Yingchuan left anyway. If possible, he would rather avoid such things.

Brother, I know what path you want to take, but you have never tested the difficulty of combining the two opposite energies of life and death, yin and yang, into one. I can help you.

When Yingchuan heard this, he stopped. The issue it was talking about was indeed very important, and Yingchuan had never thought about it before.

Who says a good horse never turns back to the old pasture? That’s really good.

He squatted beside the statue and just stared at it.

Tell me, what can you do?

Brother, you just need to integrate me and make use of my characteristics.

Yingchuan's face turned even darker. It was obvious that he was asked to let it out. He knew that this bastard was definitely a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken and had no good intentions.

After that, you have to get up and leave.

Alas, why are you leaving? Don’t go. That unknown thing is making me feel helpless and furious.

However, Yingchuan is back.

I have thought of a way. As long as you eliminate your consciousness, I will merge with you.

You are like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, you are dreaming.

Then there’s nothing I can do, Yingchuan spread his hands and prepared to leave.

In this way, you and I will each take a step back. I will seal my consciousness, and you can release me after you have established your foundation.

Yingchuan thought about it and felt that it was feasible, but he had to be prepared for both situations.

He quietly wrapped himself in life force and smashed the statue into pieces with one punch.

Haha, I'm free, I'm finally free.

Well, it's time to fulfill the promise.

Promise? Hahahaha, the funniest joke in the world.

Yingchuan was already prepared. After Wuxing's attack, it returned to the inside of the statue again.

No, what did you do?

Yingchuan launched a space attack on it, and it felt as if a part of itself was being peeled off.

Ah..., what have you done, you ant!

Yingchuan refined the energy into his body right in front of it, killing the person and destroying his heart.

You deserve to die!

But it was just black in impotence and rage.

Yingchuan entered the illusion and faced his greatest evil thoughts.

It was a gray space, and suddenly, at this moment, the scene changed.

It turned into a battlefield of fighting among a group of people who were cultivating their foundation, or to be more precise, warriors dressed in strange clothes.

The group of unspeakable things that were being surrounded and killed should be sealed things.

As for you, after those adults take action personally, you will surely become lambs to be slaughtered. It is better for you to become us.

Even if we lose, our descendants will still stand up generation after generation and fight against you pigs and dogs to the end.

There was constant fighting on the battlefield, with many cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Dan Stage fighting with many other sealed creatures. The scene was extremely tragic.

Yingchuan looked at this scene with an excited expression, and the blood pressure fluid in his body was boiling, as if he was infected.

This memory seems to be engraved in the flesh and blood, deeply rooted in the bones.

He searched for the so-called evil thoughts on the battlefield, looking for opportunities to resolve them.

At this moment, Yingchuan felt a piercing chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

Ant, are you going to kill me? What qualifications do you have? You didn’t even have the chance to see me before.

Given your current state, you’d better just be obedient and let me refine you.

Ant, you want to kill me, but I am immortal, and you will eventually turn into a handful of earth.

Let’s see, then Yingchuan will take the initiative and seize the opportunity.

Flash magic, no, to be more precise it should be called Holy Light magic, which illuminates itself and causes it to emit black smoke.

It also uttered an unknown spell, but it itself is indescribable.

Yingchuan's spiritual consciousness was attacked, and a trace of blood flowed from his seven orifices.

Its own attacks can only do limited damage to it, so its weaknesses must be found.

He thought of the method he had seen used by the soldiers on the battlefield before. It was qi and blood, or to be more precise, willpower, which was like a demon in the heart.

After realizing this, Yingchuan knew how to deal with it.

Start a fierce attack.

The sword itself emitted a dazzling white light, and it slashed at it again and again.

The monster howled in pain, as if it had suffered great harm.

After a while, Yingchuan solved it, his consciousness returned to his body, and he successfully refined part of it into his body.

Do you know what you have done? My hundreds of years of cultivation have been destroyed. You deserve to die.

You little beast, I'm going to kill you.

Yingchuan listened quietly to it barking. To him, it was just rage for no reason and just a fun thing to do.

After lighting a stick of incense at him, he left. However, even after walking for a while, he still heard him cursing.

He continued to look for the evil cultivator eastward, but after searching for a while, not only did he not find him, he went straight to a mortal city formation.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Yingchuan thought of himself as a mortal thirteen years ago. He couldn't help but walk inside to recall the feeling of that year.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going, adults and children, and everyone's face is filled with happy smiles.

He still had quite a few mortal coins that he had picked up before.

He bought a candied haws and sat aside to eat it quietly.

At this moment, a running child of five or six years old bumped into Yingchuan's leg.

The child started crying immediately, and the elders behind him also came over. When they saw Yingchuan, who looked like a nobleman, they immediately became afraid of the official.

Stop crying, you troublemaker. If we offend the officials, how can we survive?

The child stopped crying immediately. Yingchuan looked at him with a smile and said, "Old man, it's okay," and then gave him the candied haws.

Thank you, big brother, you are a good person.

Yingchuan's face turned a little dark. It was a good guy card. It was the first time he received a good guy card.

However, he left this mortal town without doing anything. For Yingchuan, this was just an adjustment of his mentality. Even though so many things had happened, his original intention remained unchanged.