Xiuxian Work Log

The town of Qingjing is still as peaceful and tranquil as usual, except that strangers come in and out every day, and then disappear without a trace inexplicably in the dark of night.

With a creak, the wooden door was opened from the inside. An old man entered the room and then closed the door after making sure there was no one outside.

The room was dark, with only a single candle burning, which was dim and depressing.

The man sat on the bed, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy from the spirit stone. Bits of spiritual energy entered his body and then came out of his body.

No matter what the man tried, he could not absorb spiritual energy. It was as if there was a hole in his body. No matter how much spiritual energy he absorbed, it would leak out of his body.

With a "bang", the spirit stones scattered on the ground. Old Man Yue looked at Huang Jue with regret, thinking that his luck was really bad.

Old Man Yue said, "I heard that Fu Weisheng was so scared that he fled back home. His cultivation has stagnated and his meridians have been torn. I'm afraid he will never reach the Golden Core stage in this lifetime."

Huang Jue stared at Old Man Yue in silence, his lips and teeth trembling. "What exactly do you want to say, Senior? Do you want me to give up?"

Although Old Man Yue thought it was a good thing that Huang Jue was not afraid of hardships, his body had already been cut by Lan Tang.

If you use spiritual power forcibly, you will probably damage yourself and your cultivation will never be able to improve.

Although he had a life-saving device, it could only protect him. And now he was no match for Lan Tang, who had severely injured him. If he didn't retreat now, would he really be ruined for a magic weapon?

Old Man Yue: "On the first day we arrived at Qingjing Town, the Water God had already told us that she would not give the Qingjing to anyone. Now, cultivators who come to Qingjing Town are either killed on the spot by the Water God for trying to steal it, or seriously injured by the Water God."

Old Man Yue: "Your injuries are very serious. If you don't get treatment in time, it will affect you for the rest of your life. As the saying goes, if you have green mountains, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. You are still young and always think you have potential, but some things are destined to have no chance."

Old Man Yue: "Even that yellow-haired girl Fu Weisheng understands this principle, so you must understand it. The Water God is determined not to give her something, and even the Fu family's conditions did not move her. If it were someone else, even if they were concerned about their reputation, they would not offend the Fu family like this."

Old Man Yue: "But who is Lan Tang? We know very little about her. The most widely circulated rumor in the world of immortal cultivation is that she was picked up by that crazy woman from the Qingyin Sect, and she has been staying in the Rain Tomb Forest since she grew up. The current Qingjing Town was spread by Master Qingyang."

The man listened quietly and said patiently, "I know what she cares about. She cares about Qingjing Town.

Those cultivators were killed by her because they endangered the mortals in Qingjing Town.

We can force her to hand over the Green Mirror by threatening the mortals in Green Mirror Town."

Old Man Yue thought about Huang Jue’s words and felt that they made sense.

If it is true as Huang Jue said, Lan Tang attaches great importance to the mortals here, then using mortals as a handle is a good idea.

Old Man Yue still rejected Huang Jue’s method, “Not to mention that killing mortals will accumulate killing and cruelty, and will lead to falling into the devil’s way and becoming a madman who is neither human nor ghost.

We and Lan Tang are not at the point of a fight to the death, so this risky move will only be disadvantageous to us."

"She has made me like this. Isn't it time to fight to the death..." Huang Jue said in despair.

Old Man Yue comforted him helplessly and waited for Huang Jue to calm down.

When Old Man Yue opened his eyes, Huang Jue was no longer in the room.

Is he asleep?

No, with his level of cultivation, he could be energetic even without sleep. How could he fall asleep? Unless Huang Jue deliberately used some method to knock him out!

Old Man Yue felt something was wrong and immediately stood up and rushed out of the house. He followed Huang Jue's scent and searched everywhere. Finally, he saw Huang Jue hanging from a big tree with his spiritual veins broken and his meridians flowing backwards.

"Oh! You're here just in time." An ethereal voice sounded in the tree, water splashed everywhere, and a woman appeared on the branch, looking at him with a smile.

Although Lan Tang greeted him with a smile, Old Man Yue felt cold sweat running down his face and a chill on his back.

Old Man Yue did not move, but knelt down facing Lan Tang.

"Water God, please spare my life. I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to take my friend's younger brother away. I hope you will show me mercy."

Lan Tang lowered his blue eyes, feeling bored.

She waved her hand casually, knowing that he was not here to avenge her.

"Take it, take it. The next time I see you here, you and your junior will be eaten by my fish."

The rope disappeared, Huang Jue fell from the tree, and lay motionless on the ground.

Huang Jue smiled apologetically and said, "I'll leave right away. I'll leave right away."

When he took Huang Jue out of Qingjing Town, his face suddenly became irritable and he pointed at Huang Jue's nose and scolded him.

"You deserve it. Lan Tang is indeed cruel, but aren't you stupid?"

Huang Jue was in pain all over, struggling to breathe. He felt the vitality in his body constantly draining away, his five senses were lost, and he couldn't hear what Old Man Yue was saying at all.

Huang Jue: "Save my grandpa! Grandpa, save me! Save me! Save me..."

His eyes widened and he completely lost consciousness.

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In the Wen residence, Lin Qingyue and the clay Buddha stared at each other. No matter what Lin Qingyue did, the clay Buddha would do the same.

It was as if all the arrogance he had before had disappeared.

The Dust-Breaking System said it was afraid of being beaten to death.

Dust-Breaking System: "Hua Cixi didn't take it with her when she left, so it has to try to please the people in the Wen residence. Otherwise, it will be torn apart and have to reincarnate all over again."

Lin Qingyue was surprised, "It still has a soul?"

Dust-Breaking System: "It should be the kind of weapon spirit mentioned in the world of immortal cultivation. It is very precious."

"Oh." Apart from sighing that the clay Buddhas in Hua Cixi all have spirits, there seems to be nothing else to do.

Hua Xiangrong was once again in the pavilion, gazing at the lotuses in the pond, her eyes fixed on him. In the open space ahead, there were flashes of swords and sabers, and from time to time, there were the cries of Yang Zishen and the scolding of Wu Kun.

Lin Qingyue felt very bored.

The Dust-Breaking System thought she was being lazy.

Dust Breaking System urged her, "Host, get to work quickly. We don't have much time."

Lin Qingyue: "I want to take a break, Pochen. I've been out of the illusion for so long and you haven't given me a break yet."

Lin Qingyue lay on the table, looking hopeless. The clay Buddha next to her saw her like this and imitated her, putting on a look of despair.

The Dust-Breaking System scratched the hair it had just created, feeling very frustrated.

"Haven't you only been out for three days? You already want a day off!"

Lin Qingyue: "I remember that I could move the holiday from the back to the front."

Dust-Breaking System: "I! Don't! Allow! You!"

The connection was lost.

[The system reminds you that the host is on vacation and cannot be reached.]

Dust-breaking system:?