From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

Yingchuan put in five foundation-building pills just like before.

It doesn’t matter if it’s less. Yingchuan doesn’t care anymore. He has earned enough anyway.

Just like that, a month passed, and Yingchuan had sold almost all of the Foundation Establishment Pills, earning nearly three million low-grade spirit stones.

A month later, the outer disciples also went to the front line of the battlefield, and some inner disciples followed them.

It seems that the estimate was wrong, and it was about half a month late. But this is not important, Yingchuan thought to himself, but he went anyway. After all, he had already made plans, so he went naturally.

Not long after, Yingchuan followed the large army to the front battlefield, which was located more than 100,000 miles northwest of Qingyang Gate.

This battlefield covers an area of about 50,000 miles.

Yingchuan did not act recklessly. He stayed on the flying boat and observed the battlefield.

The fighting in the Qi training stage is extremely similar to the fighting between mortals, but there are still differences in essence.

Yingchuan looked at it for a while, and then stopped because there was nothing interesting. Then, he continued to live his life as usual.

Three days after such an ordinary day, some foundation-building warriors from the outer sect quietly went onto the battlefield and clashed with the Qingyun sect.

Yingchuan also asked for permission to engage in battle.

The elder was a little puzzled. The foundation-building stage had just appeared, so why should he go? He shouldn't wait a little longer.

However, he did not pay too much attention to it, as there were many such examples, but he still gave some advice dutifully.

Yingchuan had his own plans and naturally didn't care what the elder said.

He went to a secluded spot and took out the mask he had acquired nearly a decade ago.

Hey, you finally remembered me. Back then, after you got me, you left me to eat dust. The mask shouted, venting its dissatisfaction.

Stop talking nonsense, I have an idea, do you want to do it, Yingchuan asked it.

Oh, can I not agree? Speak, the mask can do nothing about it.

Yingchuan told Mask that he was going to kill disciples right under the noses of the righteous sect. Mask was a little shocked, a little confused, and even a little excited.

I never expected that you, a guy who looks so upright, are actually so crazy inside. But I like it. The mask is very excited about this and laughs strangely.

Yingchuan puts on a mask to change his appearance, and the Taoist robe on his body changes the shape and aura of the clothes.

There was a gloomy young man who had nothing to do with Yingchuan.

The mask made a heartless sound, but it looked like a person speaking normally.

In a corner of the battlefield where no one cares.

He came to the battlefield, but did not attract any attention. After all, both sides were fighting and their brains were beaten out, so why would they care about Yingchuan?

But there was still a foundation-building soul coming, and as expected, he was killed in one move. Then he took out the Hundred Souls Sail and extracted the foundation-building soul that was killed in one move.

But this caused a huge uproar. After all, a powerful evil foundation-building cultivator of unknown identity appeared on the battlefield. Everyone put down their battles and planned to deal with Yingchuan first. After all, both sides belonged to the righteous camp and it was impossible to leave him alone. Moreover, most of the foundation-building cultivators present had killed several evil cultivators.

But in Yingchuan's eyes, this was like selling one's life. He used a chain of lightning to sweep across the battlefield. Few people could withstand his attack. Those who survived were electrocuted to the point of being almost dead, gasping for breath.

He then killed several Foundation Establishment monks who came to attack him in one breath, extracted their souls, and absorbed them into the Hundred Souls Sail.

Several foundation-building monks around felt frightened and wanted to escape.

But how could Yingchuan let them escape? He held the sail and killed them. The Baihun sail emitted a thick black mist, and several ghosts in the foundation-building period emerged and attacked the fleeing people.

Although he couldn't defeat them, it was enough to stop them. Yingchuan couldn't use his full strength, so he tried to use one spell as much as possible.

Yingchuan came to them and swept across with lightning chains. Every time he hit someone, several blood marks appeared on that person's body.

It didn't take much effort to kill all the Foundation Establishment cultivators present, but he stopped at that point and did not kill the Qi Refining cultivators, and did not leave immediately.

He had already summoned the two energies in his body, transforming them into Ying Zijian, and fought with Ying Chuan, disguising himself.

The two men fought each other, but Ying Chuan could not use his full strength, while Ying Zijian could.

The two sides were in a stalemate. A few inner disciples came and Ying Chuan pretended to be defeated and slipped away, leaving only the embarrassed Ying Zijian behind.

Then, Ying Zijian returned to the flying boat. No one thought there was anything wrong. Ying Zijian was almost exactly the same as Ying Chuan, and even their closest relatives would find it difficult to discover.

As for the elders, he didn't care, or rather, he couldn't leave because as soon as he left, the elders of Qingyun Sect might come and kill him.

The elder had nothing to say, so he said, "Hey, kid, don't be so reckless next time. If that evil cultivator hadn't been in the mood to fight, you would have been fine. Let's go."

Elder Xie reminded him, and Ying Zijian clasped his fists and saluted.

At the same time, in a cave in the distant mountains, Yingchuan felt his nose itchy.

It seems someone misses me, Yingchuan grinned.

He took out the Hundred Souls Sail, looked at the black color which was faintly glowing, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely let you evolve into the Ten Thousand Souls Sail in the future."

Although it was difficult, he had to try. Next, Yingchuan continued to practice.

The next day, Yingchuan hid his body and approached the flying boat. This was the function of the Taoist robe, which concealed his entire aura.

Yingchuan came to the flying boat and Ying Zijian disappeared, and no one noticed the process.

A fierce battle started again on the battlefield, but because of what Yingchuan had taught them yesterday, no Foundation Establishment cultivator dared to come out to fight. However, Yingchuan still went to watch so as not to attract attention.

Yingchuan did not summon his clone, which was tantamount to courting death under the nose of the Jindan Elder. He just caught him off guard yesterday, but if he really made a big deal out of it, there was no way the Jindan Elder would not take action.

Ying Chuan felt bored when he looked at this group of Qi training monks. Even if the elders did not take action, he did not want to take action. He thought that the ghosts in his Hundred Souls Sail were at least at the Foundation Establishment level, and he looked down on those in the Qi training stage.

This time the struggle was in a stalemate and lasted for about two days. At the end of the struggle, neither side gained any benefits.

At this time, the elder gathered everyone and announced the sect's next decision.

In the next few struggles, you will participate in the battles and act freely, but you will assemble in a month.

When everyone heard this, they all showed joy on their faces and were very excited. They came here to participate in the battle, eager to gain insights and improvement from the battle. Now that they have the opportunity to fight against their opponents, they are naturally overjoyed.

Everyone is eager to try, looking forward to the fierce battle. They know that this will be a rare experience and a great opportunity to prove their strength.

They all bid farewell to the elders, and Yingchuan did the same, but his purpose was for the souls of the foundation-building monks present.