Beauty helps me achieve immortality

The sky was a little dark, with heavy snow falling.

The entire Songshanfang was filled with a lingering fishy sweetness, and all was silent.

Those shops that once thrived have long since turned into ruins, with stone frames and blue bricks barely visible between the fallen beams and pillars.

The dimly glowing array patterns intertwined with the gurgling blood...

Scarlet blood.

Snow like cotton wool.

Blending into the last touch of rouge on the long street.

Songshanfang, as an affiliated market town of the Changsheng Sword Sect, has always been jointly managed by the Sun family and the Zheng family. Although there are frequent frictions between the two families, they have been relatively peaceful for the past twenty years.

However, in recent years, they have come across a glimmer of opportunity - a large number of top-grade foundation-building pills.

The extremely high success rate of foundation building changed the original confrontation situation in Songshan...

However, it was not the fight between the two families that turned Songshanfang into ruins overnight.

But those independent cultivators mixed in among them.

When the Sun family's spirit boat paraded through the city, pouring out magic and talismans onto the Zheng family's streets, a large number of independent cultivators rushed into the market, burning, killing, looting and engaging in a frenzied robbery.

There are gold belts for murder and arson, but there are no corpses for building bridges and paving roads.

The reason why the cultivation market can gather a large number of independent cultivators is nothing more than a more convenient trading environment, a more stable place to stay, or more efficient resource acquisition.

The root of all this is the order that is similar to that of an ordinary town.

A casual cultivator could work in a shop, open a mine for the Zheng family, or set up a stall in the south of the city...

Alchemy masters and talisman masters can enjoy extremely high status and become guests of honor in various shops.

The small cultivators who had a hard time making a living could also hold on in the market. The receptionist women in the shops and the cheap furnaces in the brothels could at least live a stable life.

For most of the independent cultivators here, the Sun and Zheng families, who have a large number of foundation-building cultivators, are the heaven.

The fight between the two families directly led to the collapse of order in Songshanfang.

As the sky fell, the bloody laws of survival in the world of immortal cultivation instantly replaced rules and order.

……

In the end, Zhao Qing did not wait for Zeng Nianke to find him, but went directly to Songshanfang with his family to pick up the monks and guests from the merchant house who were under his protection.

The apricot-yellow boat floats up and down, appearing extremely dazzling on the quiet long street.

The majestic blood energy was emanating from the air, and Zhao Qing could clearly sense... that there were many wandering cultivators around.

They all hid in the formation and dared not go out.

Wang Shuyue looked at the blood and fire swaying in the snow in front of her, her bright eyes full of shock.

Zhao Qing and her aunt were both foundation-building cultivators, but she had never imagined that a foundation-building cultivator could possess such power—to turn the entire Songshanfang into a hell on earth.

Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes swept across, and she gently put her arm around Shuyue's shoulders and explained, "The tragic situation in the market town has little to do with the Sun and Zheng families."

Qinghuan followed her master and nodded slightly. She agreed with Xiaoyi's opinion.

But it was obvious that Shuyue had never truly experienced the cruelty of the cultivation world.

My aunt stood at the edge of the apricot-yellow boat, watching the scattered guests and female cultivators board the merchant spiritual boat...

"The strong prey on the weak, and the world follows the ways of the wolf."

"The struggle for power and gain has left the world almost full of hunger."

The woman sighed.

Zhao Qing put his arm around Shuyue's slender waist and whispered in her ear, "Because it's free."

The wife's bright eyes trembled, and she suddenly realized.

Zero Yuan Buying Her husband had already told her about it, and it was basically about the robbery and cultivation.

When the Sun family trampled on order, the only options left for the independent cultivators in Songshanfang were to rob or be robbed.

One after another, figures walked out of the Blood Robe Tower and boarded the Spirit Boat on the blood-soaked ground.

Most of them are women, after all, it is more suitable for women to work in commercial buildings.

There were only some male Qi-cultivating practitioners among the guest officials, and under Zeng Nian Ke's arrangement, they were the first group of people to board the spirit boat.

Zeng Nianke's spirit boat soon became overcrowded, and Zhao Qing did not hesitate and directly let the remaining cultivators board his boat.

Most of the guests lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the four people on the boat.

However, many people had seen Zhao Qing's family before and knew that they were very familiar with the shopkeeper...

Scattered female cultivators boarded the apricot-yellow boat and crowded at the other end, looking at Zhao Qing and his companions with gratitude.

If this senior had not spoken up, they would have been left here to fend for themselves.

Having worked in the business building for so many years, they naturally understood that the Blood Robe Building was a large organization, even more powerful than the Sun and Zheng families...

But this does not mean that they can get the protection of the merchant house - unless they become guest officials.

Zeng Nianke stood in front of the spirit boat and bowed seriously, which made the expressions of the guests change instantly.

"Zhao is stationed."

"The five guest scholars who were building their foundation at the Blood Robe Tower in Songshanfang have all left on their own."

"There are seventy-two Qigong guests, and only Zheng Yan hasn't returned."

"There are sixty female cultivators in the merchant house, all of them are here."

Zhao is stationed!

Zeng Nianke's words stirred up a storm in everyone's heart.

The shopkeeper is a foundation-building cultivator...but he is so respectful, who is this Zhao Zhushou?

Gong Shaoqing's heart trembled violently. He raised his head with a little fear and looked at the other apricot yellow spirit boat.

But when his eyes met with that cold woman's, he quickly lowered his head... and squeezed into the crowd.

The aunt's beautiful eyes swept over, then looked back at the male cultivators, and then looked at Zhao Qing.

"Zheng Yan?"

Zhao Qing asked softly.

As soon as I heard the name, I knew without a doubt that he was a cultivator from the Zheng family and might not need protection.

But out of due diligence, he still asked a follow-up question.

Only those who have suffered this kind of suffering know it well.

For a moment, he suddenly understood why he had to become a guest official before he could be assessed for the Blood Robe's garrison.

At least for myself, I once received a promise from the Blood Robe Tower in Danxia City that if a fight breaks out in the city, the guest official will leave first!

For a long time, the identity of the Blood-Clothed Guest Official was his only way out.

Zeng Nianke turned his attention to a female cultivator working in a trading shop.

The woman's face was pale, and it was obvious that she was filled with fear.

"Zhao Zhao, do you know where Keqing Zheng is?"

The gentle words made Zhao Qing stunned for a moment.

I saw my aunt looking at the woman very kindly...

The female cultivator didn't know Zhou Xiaoyi, but Zhou Xiaoyi had already memorized everyone in the entire trading shop and could easily call out her name.

"Senior...Senior."

"Keqing Zheng is a talisman master, and has reached the fifth level of Qi training."

"The third generation disciple of the Zheng family's branch."

"Usually, I stay with my clan members at Zhengjia No. 6 Mine."

Zhao Qingjian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded slightly to make a decision.

"Drive the spirit boat and lead the way."

"Let's go to the Zheng family's mine first, and then go to Changshengfang!"

He rarely asked his aunt for her opinion. He planned to see if this guest official Zheng was still alive. If he needed shelter, he could take him along without much effort.

The two spirit boats turned into streams of light, floating away in the heavy snow.

Only the Blood-stained Clothes Shop was left, empty and deserted.

……

The spirit boat is full of Qi training cultivators, most of whom are in the middle stage of Qi training and have not yet developed spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, they could only communicate through eye contact, but it was not difficult to see confusion, excitement, fear and a hint of expectation on their faces.

This is naturally due to the decision made by Zhao Zhushou.

We are going to the Zheng family mine!

Will there be a conflict with the Zheng family?!

Will Manager Zeng and that garrison commander Zhao take action?

Are the three graceful fairies with different charms on the other spirit boat also at the foundation-building stage?!

When the joy of surviving the disaster faded, a more complicated excitement arose in everyone's hearts.

It is obvious that Zhao Zhushou has extraordinary skills. If he meets the foundation-building master of the Zheng family, will he show some strength?

Hearts beat vigorously and people's pale faces began to turn rosy, as if they were also proud of this senior's victory over the Zheng family.

……

Most of the female cultivators secretly pursed their red lips when they looked at the tall figure.

Strong.

The status is extremely high.

His appearance is even more handsome and extraordinary!

Not to mention that he was also extremely friendly, allowing everyone to board the Spirit Boat...

He also had to risk a conflict with the Zheng family to meet a guest official from Zheng whom he had never met before.

now.

The receptionist named Zhao Zhao already had a pair of watery eyes filled with spring.

He wished he could be in danger too, so that Zhao Zhushou could rescue him.

Even though she had received many seniors before, she was still distracted by that tall figure.

As a man, it is natural that he should be strong.

But if he is handsome but also extremely gentle, with a hint of mystery... If I could hug him, I would be content even if I lived ten years less.

Zhao Zhao's eyes were tightly closed, and her slender legs trembled slightly for a moment when they were crossed.

Zhou Xiaoyi sensed the strange fluctuations of qi and blood around her and swept her spiritual sense over it.

Then he chuckled and said to Zhao Qing, "These women, you only need to wave your hand, and they will dress themselves up beautifully and serve you."

Zhao Qing smiled but said nothing.

He silently responded to his aunt's teasing, "When I became a guest official, I was also at the fifth level of Qi training."

"Even though I live in Danxia Sect, I still feel insecure."

The aunt naturally understood all this, but she still held Shuyue's slender waist and secretly made up bad things about Zhao Qing.

Gu Qinghuan looked calm and smiled as she stood by her master's side.

Zhao Qing collected his thoughts and responded to Si He's noise.

"It's over, it's over, I'm leaving now."

"That Zhao Zhao is gone again."

"You're so cool, Dad Qing. Si He loves you so much!"

Zhao Qing: "Call me daddy."

Si He's pretty face lit up, her eyes smiling into crescents: "Do you want to kneel down first and then yell?"

Zhao Qing: ...

"Then kneel down first."

The girl's eyes narrowed as she said lightly, "Whenever you take me out like this, I'll let you hold the steering wheel and play with the big car."

"Hmm...feel free to teach me~"

Zhao Qing had long been accustomed to Si He's nonsense and said that he would punish her severely.

But ideals are beautiful, and the current reality... he is still the target of the demon god's ravages.

With his spiritual awareness, he could naturally feel the obscure and scorching gazes behind him.

Especially those female cultivators...

He could understand these guest officials and female cultivators very well.

If Qian Hongwei had been tougher and had not chosen to surrender to the enemy, Danxia City would have been reduced to ruins.

In the face of life and death, if a beautiful fairy came to take Shuyue and me away and arranged a stable residence and resources... that would be simply wonderful.

Just as he was sighing.

Si He's doubtful voice echoed in his mind at an inopportune time.

"Aren't you talking about me?"

"I have to protect you, fight for resources for you, cultivate your immortal way to the Divine Transformation Realm, and even chat and sleep with you."

"Why didn't you show any reaction?"

Zhao Qing:?

"Didn't I pledge my love to you?"

Si He widened his eyes: "Do you still have any shame?"

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The mountain was blocked by heavy snow.

Zhengjia No. 6 Mine was dead silent, and the broken limbs and arms on the ground told the story of the past.

The snow layer is dyed bright red, dotted with enchanting blood flowers.

Most of the bodies outside the mine belonged to the Sun family.

The Zheng family's collateral disciples successfully defended the mine, all thanks to the formation they had prepared in advance.

The raging fire devoured the corpse.

A group of Zheng family disciples were counting storage rings deep in the mine.

Some are from the Sun family, and some are our own people.

The tribesmen who originally had some estrangement have now let go of their past hatreds, and only fear and panic remain in their hearts.

The victory at this mine does not represent the Zheng family’s current situation.

Once the elders of the tribe were slaughtered, they would be nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered.

As for secretly leaving now and escaping from this whole mess... that's nothing but a pipe dream.

The entire Songshan was filled with fighting. Even if they didn't encounter the Sun family after escaping, the disciples of the Changsheng Sword deep in the mine would not mind picking up a storage ring.

Two spirit boats arrived in an instant, causing the surviving monks to tense up.

The appearance of hundreds of monks in the falling snow is a devastating disaster for the mine.

Without any words, array patterns were instantly drawn, and the red sand array, which was enough to strangle a person in the late stage of Qi training, instantly enveloped the area.

My aunt's beautiful eyes flashed, and she easily broke the center of the formation.

The art of communicating with the underworld is suitable for use in setting up formations. With her current foundation-building stage cultivation and years of studying bow formations, it is easy for her to break a low-level formation.

Boom.

With a crisp sound, the formation collapsed.

"Zheng Yan."

"But still alive?"

Zeng Nianke glanced at the body engulfed in flames and asked calmly.

The monks outside the mine instantly relaxed upon hearing this...

These people seemed to be from the trading company, not monks who were taking advantage of the situation to rob people.

The leader stared at the cold woman who broke the formation, speechless.

There were loud shouts coming from deep within the mine.

"Alive!"

"Senior, stay alive!"

Soon, someone carried Zheng Yan out.

The woman was breathing weakly and had fainted from exhaustion.

Zhao Qing didn't say any more nonsense. He just wrapped it with his spiritual sense, imprisoned it and brought it to the spirit boat, then left.

The situation of fainting due to exhaustion is rare among monks.

Fortunately, he had experienced this before. During the Blood Robe Assessment, his consciousness was damaged and he used Mountain Fire Ben, but he lost consciousness immediately.

As for Zheng Yan's situation, it doesn't matter, as long as she is still alive.

The spirit boat roared past over Songshan Mountain, far away from this place of trouble.

Gu Qinghuan's eyes trembled slightly, and her slender hand gently grasped her master's arm.

Zhao Qing turned around and their eyes met.

Neither of them spoke...

Another old friend has passed away.

Sun family, Sun Liancheng.

He easily recognized the face of the middle-aged man among the scattered corpses.

My aunt and Shuyue naturally saw it too, but no one said anything.

When they were in Lanxian Town, Huanyu Pavilion sent a "Master Immortal" there.

It was this Sun Liancheng.

After that, he stayed in Lanxian Town, taught Liu Pan how to practice, and sent him to the Changsheng Sword Sect.

But the Lanqing Collection opened at the beginning of the year, so he probably didn't have time to rush back to Changshengfang...

Qing Huan whispered, "Master."

"I wonder how Liu Pan is doing now."

Zhao Qing said softly, "When we get to Changshengfang, let's go to Changsheng Sword Sect."