Si Lei Zhenjun

"where is this?"

Chu Xing stretched out his hand with difficulty, rubbing his aching head, trying to wake himself up.

Every breath was accompanied by a sharp pain in the chest, as if a knife was twisting inside.

Chu Xing slowly opened his heavy eyes and looked down, only to find that his clothes were torn to pieces, exposing large areas of skin. He was lying in a small room on a tattered wooden bed.

The iron door of the room was closed, leaving only a small window for light to pass through. The faint light shining through the window made the room seem a little dim.

"Am I in prison?"

Chu Xing looked around and found that there was nothing else in the room except the monotonous wooden bed.

"Bang, bang..."

"anyone there?"

Chu Xing dragged his swollen and aching body to the iron gate and knocked on it several times.

He decided to shout a few words first to see if anyone could tell him what was going on. He only remembered that he was practicing the spell given to him by his senior brother before he passed out.

Then there was a creaking sound and the iron door was opened from the outside.

Chu Xing pulled back a few steps and saw Wang Sanyuan in black pushing the door open and walking in. He said happily:

"You're finally awake, Chu Xing."

"Sanyuan, why are you here? Where is this?"

Chu Xing asked in surprise.

"Law Enforcement Hall,"

Wang Sanyuan walked forward and helped Chu Xing sit on the wooden bed.

"You've been in a coma for five days."

"Enforcement Hall? Why am I here?"

Wang Sanyuan hooked his arm around Chu Xing's shoulder and sighed:

"Chu Xing, you're in trouble again, and it's a big one!"

"I don't sell storybooks in the sect anymore,"

Chu Xing felt that this scene was familiar, and he tilted his head and stared at Wang Sanyuan with a little suspicion.

"I only remember practicing magic in my own yard before I passed out."

Wang Sanyuan touched his chin and spoke slowly:

"This time it wasn't about the storybook. You destroyed a small herb garden, and all the herbs planted there were gone. It was the Eighth Elder who sent you to the Law Enforcement Hall, saying that the damaged herbs were worth 200,000 spirit stones."

"What? Two hundred thousand?"

Chu Xing pulled Wang Sanyuan over and exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

Wang Sanyuan nodded and said:

"The Eighth Elder said he saw with his own eyes a massive lightning spear pierce the Spiritual Medicine Garden in the Spiritual Medicine Hall, creating a pit ten feet square. Later, when he got closer, he saw you lying unconscious in the pit."

“It’s so hard for me, Sanyuan!”

Chu Xing felt completely hopeless in an instant.

Wang Sanyuan saw Chu Xing was heartbroken, so he spoke to comfort him:

"But you don't have to worry. The Great Elder said that since you don't have that many spirit stones at the moment, as long as you pay it off within two years, he won't make things difficult for you."

“What if I can’t hand it in in the end?”

Chu Xing asked cautiously.

"Then you have to go to the prison at the bottom of Xuanjian Cliff and wait for someone to redeem you." Wang Sanyuan replied.

"Alas, once you meet Chunfeng, you will ruin your life!"

Chu Xing could already foresee that he would be running around every year to earn spirit stones.

If he were locked up, maybe his master and fellow brothers would forget about him?

He now only has more than 60,000 spirit stones, and is still short of nearly 140,000. It seems he has to find a way to make money.

Chu Xing's eyes flickered as he secretly calculated in his mind.

"Hey, Chu Xing."

Wang Sanyuan suddenly came up to Chu Xing and said proudly:

"Let me tell you, I've made some significant progress with a beautiful senior sister recently."

"How far has it progressed?" Chu Xing looked at Wang Sanyuan in surprise.

Wang Sanyuan raised his hand to smooth his bangs and said:

"Senior Sister Zhiqing from Danyun Valley used to refuse the flowers I gave her. But a few days ago, I suddenly had an idea and gave her a spiritual herb. I didn't expect her to accept it. Then, I gave her spiritual herbs for several days in a row. Yesterday, she smiled and said I was such a good person."

"I think she's in love with me!"

"Sanyuan, do you think it's possible that she just likes your spiritual herbs?"

"How is that possible? Why does she only like my spiritual herbs and not others'? She must be interested in me!"

Chu Xing: “…”

Isn’t this the legendary:

"Why does she like my money and not other people's money? She must like me."

Chu Xing chatted with Wang Sanyuan for a while, then changed his clothes and left the "prison".

He first flew to the Alchemy Hall on his sword and spent two hundred spirit stones to buy a muscle-growing and bone-strengthening pill to treat his injuries.

Then he came to Jiang Xiaoli's yard, intending to take the little fox back. The little girl was playful by nature. When she was alone, she might practice honestly for a while after playing enough, but if the little fox was with her, she would just play.

"Senior Brother~" Jiang Xiaoli looked at Chu Xing eagerly as he took over Daibao, his eyes quite reluctant.

"Okay, Xiaoli."

Chu Xing touched her head and said with a smile:

"You should focus on cultivation now. After you build your foundation, you and Daibao can play as you please, okay?"

"Well! Brother, you are not allowed to deny it when the time comes. I will go to practice now."

Jiang Xiaoli immediately smiled happily and ran back into the house full of fighting spirit.

……

Deep in the mountains outside Pushui City in the Dali Dynasty lies a little-known cave with a hidden entrance. Following a narrow, winding passage, gradually descending underground, lies the headquarters of the Dayan Divine Sect, one of the five great demonic sects.

Although the cave is deep underground, it is not dark. Crystal clear beads emit dazzling light of various colors, illuminating the cave. The cave is filled with strange-shaped man-made caves.

"Master, in recent years, apart from the occasional reports of those fearless lunatics from the Worship of God Cult committing crimes in various places, the Heavenly Love Demon Sect, the Blood Refining Demon Sect, and the Thousand Puppet Sect have all vanished.

We have been out collecting souls recently, and have been repeatedly surrounded and attacked by the Immortal Patrol Division of the Dali Dynasty and the eight major immortal sects. The cultivation resources within the sect are also becoming increasingly scarce..."

In a cave at the deepest part of the cave, a middle-aged man in a silver-black robe was sitting on a black jade platform, holding an ancient book in his hand.

In front of him, there was an old man with a hunched body and strange eyes, kneeling on the ground and muttering to himself.

The two were none other than Zhao Qianxing, the leader of the Dayan Divine Religion, and Ghost-Eyed Old Man, the third guardian of the Dayan Divine Religion.

"Has there been any news from the undercover agents in the Yunxiao Sect?"

Zhao Qianxing flipped the page of the book and spoke in a gentle and deep voice.

"Master, the last news came out that the Blood Soul Lamp had reacted, which means that the relics of the former Master Yu Qingyuan were indeed brought back to the Yunxiao Sect by Du Guangting."

The ghost-eyed old man raised his head cautiously. Although there was a smile on his lips, his pair of green eyes gave people a creepy feeling.

"Ten days ago, I gave him another 100,000 souls. This time, I'm sure he'll be able to find the location of the relic."

"Hmph, I've been searching for nearly seventy years, and I've lost quite a few of my sect's elite disciples in the Yunxiao Sect. This time, I've spared no expense to find the Blood Soul Lamp."

Zhao Qianxing closed the ancient book in his hand, and then stared at the Ghost Eyes Old Man with a cold look.

"If I ask you again next time and you still can't give me a satisfactory answer, you know the consequences!"

The Ghost Eyed Old Man prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to look Zhao Qianxing in the eye. He said tremblingly:

"I...I will go outside Yunxiao Sect and wait for news."