Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

Three miles outside the east gate of Taihua Prefecture, there is a manor called Juyi Manor.

This is the headquarters of the brotherhood, and it is well known to everyone in Taihua Prefecture.

This manor, covering an area of ​​nearly 100 acres, originally belonged to an old wealthy man. Not only was it seized by the Brotherhood, but the original owner was also framed and imprisoned.

Although it was late at night and the city gates of Taihua Prefecture were closed, the lights in Juyi Manor were bright.

In the huge Juyi Manor, there are usually one or two hundred minions gathered. Most of these people are idlers and ruffians in Taihua Prefecture, and a small number are wandering gangsters.

Taking advantage of the night, Chen Yunhao rode a flying disc over the tall city wall and stopped above Juyi Manor.

At this moment, the Juyi Village was bustling with people. There were about one or two hundred brotherhood members, three or five of them gathered together to drink and play drinking games, while five or six of them gathered together to throw dice and gamble.

A good manor has been made into a mess by these people.

Although Chen Yunhao was furious, he did not lose his mind.

It wouldn't be a big deal if one or two of these minions showed up; the key was to find the Brotherhood's top brass and catch them all in one fell swoop.

Although there is an unwritten rule in the world of immortal cultivation that cultivators are not allowed to attack mortals at will.

If too many mortals are killed, causing the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people, the nearby immortal cultivation sects will naturally issue a hunting order.

Of course, this is not absolute. If it was just to eliminate harm for the people, and the person being killed had no backing in the world of immortal cultivation, then the matter would have passed.

Chen Yunhao had a gloomy face and kept glancing downwards.

Although he was only at the middle stage of Qi Refining, his spiritual awareness could already cover an area of ​​more than ten feet, and he could clearly see the situation in the manor below.

In an elegant room, a burly man with a full beard, eyes like copper bells, and bare chest was drinking wine with two vulgar women.

The big man touched her all over, drank wine and used foul language at the same time.

In the entire manor, only this muscular man is the most handsome. It is obvious that this is the president of the brotherhood that Xiao Tai Sui has publicly revealed.

Chen Yunhao put away the flying disc under his feet, and fell from the air like a golden pendant, penetrating through the roof and landing in the elegant room in a cloud of dust.

With such a loud commotion, the two women who were serving drinks had already hidden in the corner amid the screams.

The sturdy man reacted quickly, picked up the stool under his butt with both hands, and stared at Chen Yunhao with a wary look on his face.

"Where did you come from, you little bastard, to disturb my grandpa's elegant drinking pleasure..."

As soon as the burly man finished cursing, Chen Yunhao pointed with two fingers.

A flash of cold light appeared, penetrated directly between the sturdy man's eyebrows, and exited from the back of his head.

With a bang, the stool that the strong man was holding high fell down, and then a person fell straight back, falling to the ground like a broken sack.

"what……!"

Two screams were heard. It was the woman standing nearby who was so frightened when she saw this scene that her face turned pale.

Chen Yunhao snorted coldly, stared at the two women, opened the door and left.

He is not a bloodthirsty person, and he will not easily attack irrelevant people.

The noise Chen Yunhao made just now when he landed was quite loud, but it still did not attract the attention of the minions in the front yard.

As for these minions in the front yard, they usually bully men and women and do all kinds of evil. They deserve to die!

Chen Yunhao had no intention of letting them go. Among them must be people who were at the scene two years ago. He was too lazy to identify them one by one and just killed them all.

He kicked open the porch doors of the front and back yards and leaped up like a wolf among a flock of sheep.

The flying sword in his hand flashed like a star, screams continued, and corpses fell one after another.

In front of the monks, these minions were like chickens and dogs, and had no power to fight back.

Even if some of them were farther away and had quicker reactions, they would only run a dozen steps at most before suddenly falling to the ground like a broken sack, twitching a few times and then becoming motionless.

This was Chen Yunhao's first time killing someone. Although he was a little nervous and uncomfortable, when he thought of his parents and his second brother who loved him, he wanted to kill all these people.

The more he killed, the calmer he became. At this moment, Chen Yunhao's mentality became mature and he became ruthless!

In the past, his master often reminded him that the world of cultivating immortals is full of intrigue and deception, the strong prey on the weak, and that one cannot become an immortal without a ruthless heart.

This one day made him mature and ruthless, but the price was too high, so high that it hurt him just thinking about it!

Looking around, when the last minion fell to the ground, Chen Yunhao, who was blood-thirsty, waved his hand and shot out several balls of flame, setting the manor on fire.

This is the headquarters of the brotherhood, but it is not the residence of Little Tai Sui.

In the land-scarce Taihua Prefecture, apart from the government office, the private residence that occupies the largest area belongs to Xiao Taisui's family.

This is a large garden with three entrances and exits. The servants live in the front courtyard, the parents of Xiao Tai Sui live in the middle courtyard, and the back courtyard is where Xiao Tai Sui lives alone.

After all, it was in the provincial capital, and Chen Yunhao didn't want to make it known to everyone. He just wanted to sneak in and end the little Tai Sui's life with one sword.

However, he never expected that as soon as he flew to the backyard, he sensed that there were two people living there.

One of them was a young mortal, and the other was a cultivator like him, but his cultivation level was still low, only at the third level of Qi Refining.

When Chen Yunhao's spiritual sense swept over, the middle-aged monk who was meditating in a quiet room suddenly opened his eyes and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Chen Yunhao stood in the yard, not saying much, just staring at the quiet room with his eyes.

The middle-aged monk in the quiet room smiled bitterly, shook his head, stood up, and pushed the door open to leave.

"I don't know what the term 'friend' means."

"He's trying to take Little Tai Sui's life, are you going to stop him, fellow Daoist?"

In the world of cultivating immortals, although the level of cultivation represents the level of strength, it is not absolute.

Some people with low cultivation have endless ways of using various means, and there are also cases of counterattacks.

Chen Yunhao's two senior brothers often traveled in the world of immortal cultivation after they established their foundation, and would share with him what they saw and heard.

Therefore, Chen Yunhao did not dare to underestimate cultivators who were two or three levels lower than him. After all, his actual fighting experience was almost zero.

In the past, he often fought with his senior brothers in the sect, but as the master's closed disciple, his senior brothers would often let him win during the fight, and Chen Yunhao knew this.

Therefore, when fighting with his fellow practitioners, he would not dare to be careless at all.

Chen Yonghao did not deliberately conceal the conversation between him and the middle-aged monk. In addition, it was late at night and everyone was asleep, so the little Tai Sui had already been awakened.

This kid has a good appearance, but he lacks courage. He had already crawled under the bed with a dagger in his hand.

When the middle-aged monk heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were not looking for revenge on him, there would be a chance for the situation to turn around.