Starting from one person Jia Zhengliang

Zhuge Qing smiled bitterly, "Since Brother Jia is so looking forward to it, then it will be as you wish!"

Zhuge Qing possesses an astonishing talent for magic, making rapid progress in his training. However, he encountered a bottleneck when learning the family's secret technique, the Samadhi True Fire. He then experienced the Luotian Grand Ceremony and Biyou Village, where he was seduced by the Eight Wonders and possessed by his inner demons, nearly leading to a catastrophic mistake.

However, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand, and it was during this opportunity that he gained a clearer understanding of himself. Ultimately, he was able to control his body, energy, and spirit, successfully breaking through the company's confinement room and igniting the Samadhi True Fire!

A light blue flame emerged from Zhuge Qing's hand. With a wave of his hand, the flame rose with the wind and wrapped up the flying knives that were besieging him.

Jia Zhengliang suddenly felt something was wrong and wanted to retract the flying knife, but it was too late. The flying knife, burned by the Samadhi True Fire, fell to the ground and turned into a dead object.

The original book only said that the Samadhi True Fire would burn the primordial spirit. Jia Zhengliang did not expect that this fire could burn his magic weapon like this.

Among those watching the fight, there were those who were familiar with Jia Zhengliang. Whenever they saw him, he always looked confident. Now, seeing him being burned back several steps by the Samadhi True Fire, they could no longer suppress the smile in their hearts.

Are you serious about taking those few steps back? Such a small movement can cause so much damage!

This was awkward. He'd been saying he wanted to see the true fire of Samadhi, but now that it was lit, he didn't even dare touch it. Jia Zhengliang had been prepared, but preparation didn't guarantee the courage to plunge into the flames. More importantly, he felt a little sorry for his equipment; several of the Twelve Yuanchen Blades had already been destroyed in just one encounter.

Zhuge Qing burned Jia Zhengliang's flying knife, but did not attack. Instead, he stood there, looking at him with a smile. Seeing that he was temporarily restrained, he wanted to ask him if he wanted to admit defeat?

Then he saw Jia Zhengliang quickly gather all the magical instruments in his possession into a devouring sac, leaving only two gourds, one black and one green. What kind of magical instruments were these? Was he planning to use these two gourds to break my Samadhi True Fire?

At this moment, Jia Zhengliang was thinking, "Holding two gourds when facing an enemy is really not a good idea!" He thought, "If I had the chance, I'd better combine the two gourds into one and hang it around my waist. Only then would I look like an immortal."

Seeing Jia Zhengliang waved at him, Zhuge Qing knew that after all this preparation, he was already confident. He shouted, "Be careful!" The Samadhi True Fire turned into a thin line and burned towards Jia Zhengliang.

Facing the attacking flames, Jia Zhengliang slapped the black gourd, and several evil spirits rushed towards the Samadhi True Fire with rolling black air.

When the evil spirits encountered the Samadhi True Fire, they were like moths to a flame, and were instantly ignited by the flames. Amidst the screams of ghosts and howls of wolves, they were about to be torn to pieces.

However, Jia Zhengliang did not stop. He slapped the green gourd again, and a stream of blood gushed out. Under his control, it wrapped up the evil spirit that was about to be burned.

In this way, one spirit after another rushed out to resist the Samadhi True Fire for him. After being ignited, they were wrapped in his blood.

No one knew what he wanted to do, but everyone was touched when they heard the shrill ghost cry.

The spirit is the obsession of a living person after death. It can be said to be the last trace left in the world by a person's life. No matter who he was in life, it is really unbearable to suffer such a disaster after death.

Master Jiekong, watching this scene from the sidelines, was filled with sympathy. He had previously thought Jia Zhengliang was simply being targeted by the company for learning the Eight Wonders, and he felt a certain sympathy for the young man. Now, he almost told Baowen, who was beside him, to help the company subdue this young benefactor if the situation changed.

The other temporary workers had different expressions.

Old Meng was a very soft-hearted person, and he couldn't bear to see this tragic scene.

Wang Zhenqiu recognized the breath of the branch monsters he encountered in Tongtian Valley from the black smoke. It can be basically confirmed that when facing those monsters that day, Jia Zhengliang did not destroy them, but took them away.

Hei Guan and Xiao Zizai exchanged glances, and barely recognized through the appearance of several evil spirits that these were the lives recorded by Jia Zhengliang. In other words, when this kid was being hunted down, he not only fought back and killed people, but also extracted souls and refined ghosts.

Xiao Zizai paused for a moment with the rosary of compassion in his hand, took a deep breath, and then slowly started turning it again. However, when he looked at Jia Zhengliang again, he was looking at him as a fellow human being.

After a while, Jia Zhengliang's black gourd was no longer filled with evil spirits, and no more evil spirits appeared. He gave up the fight, sat down cross-legged, and concentrated on controlling the blood ball in his hand.

Zhuge Qing also retracted his Samadhi True Fire. This was his first time using it in combat, and it consumed a great deal of energy. Even if he had some energy left, he couldn't attack Jia Zhengliang, who didn't fight back. That would have been murder.

So the scene turned into a circle of people watching Jia Zhengliang refining the blood ball in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and Wang Zhenqiu, who had transformed into the Monkey King, swung a stick at the blood ball, but it hit a translucent light shield.

"Hehe! This kid surnamed Jia is really cautious! When did he set up the magic weapon again?" Wang Zhenqiu scratched his ears and cheeks, looking like a monkey and said.

"Qiu'er, do you know what he is doing?" Clarinet asked after seeing Wang Zhenqiu's actions.

"I don't know! But I don't think it's a good thing!"

Xiao Zizai agreed with Wang Zhenqiu's words, and then he also slapped out with his palm, but the light remained motionless.

Clarinet also felt something was wrong, so he raised his fist and started smashing the light shield, shouting, "Everyone, help us!"

Later, except that Zhang Chulan was injured, no one took action.

Zhang Lingyu used thunder magic and struck several times.

Feng Baobao whipped it a few times with the gilded Ruyi she had just acquired.

Even Master Baowen came over and threw a few punches at the master's instruction.

With everyone working together, Clarinet gathered his strength and punched down again, causing the light shield to tremble.

"I can't hold on any longer. I have to admit, this kid's magic weapon is less fancy than Ma Xianhong's, but it's much stronger!"

Unexpectedly, as the clarinet finished speaking, everyone saw Jia Zhengliang in the light shield, completely focused, sweating profusely, and much more exhausted than in the previous battle. The blood ball in front of him shrank smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared with a clap of his hands.

Seeing this, everyone knew that whatever Jia Zhengliang had done was over. As the protective shield was removed, Jia Zhengliang lay exhausted before them. Everyone looked around, seeing nothing unusual, as if nothing had happened.

Even so, everyone still didn't dare to take it lightly. They took away Jia Zhengliang's magic weapon and gave him the Biyuan needle.

Clarinet imitated Wang Zhenqiu's address to Jia Zhengliang and asked, "Explain, Master Jia! What was that just now?"

Jia Zhengliang looked exhausted and said, "You have more questions to ask anyway. Take me back and ask me slowly!"

That made sense, but in other words, it was just an attempt to conceal something. The highest level of interrogation at the company was a lenient bench, but even this lie detector had its drawbacks; otherwise, they wouldn't have needed these temporary workers.

"Boy, after spending so much time together, do you think we're easy to talk to? Do you want Lao Xiao to have a chat with you?"

Facing the threat of the clarinet, Jia Zhengliang was not afraid at all. On the one hand, he really had a good impression of these temporary workers, and on the other hand...

"Brother Clarinet, this place is really not convenient today. My master is here!" Brother Xiao expressed his difficulties somewhat embarrassedly, and then he and Clarinet looked awkwardly at the kind-looking old monk in the distance.

If torture really was used, there would be at least one person present who could plead for Jia Zhengliang. Zhang Lingyu's upbringing had always prevented him from witnessing such a thing, but after thinking about it, he didn't have time to speak out.

In this way, Jia Zhengliang successfully passed the test.

Almost simultaneously, inside the Tianxia Group building, the wing tattoo on Fu Rong's calf emerged. Feeling something, she sat cross-legged, carefully sensing it. The wings glowed faintly, and finally, the light condensed into a fist-sized ball of light that landed in her hand.

Fu Rong opened her eyes, and the ball of light in her hand shattered, revealing a small red three-legged tripod with a light blue flame slowly burning inside.