Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang walked in. There seemed to be a faint stench in the medicinal fragrance. This smell was too familiar to Du Fang, who often came into contact with ghosts and evil spirits.

He knew very well that this was the smell of rotting flesh and blood, and the smell indicated that it had not been there for too long.

Could the owner of this house also be a master of evil ways?

Use human body to refine magic pills?

He didn't stay in the house, but walked out immediately, sniffing the air and heading towards the back of the house. Li Qingshuang looked surprised and followed him.

In the back room of the big house, a horse stable was built using three or four pieces of wood.

Du Fang immediately noticed something unusual.

The stable was covered tightly with black cloth, and was not made of the thatched grass of ordinary farmers, but tiles.

Black cloth and tiles, this is obviously unreasonable. The stable needs ventilation and tiles can easily be knocked down.

There's something strange in this stable.

"Stay here and wait for me to go in and take a look!" Du Fang instructed Li Qingshuang.

There is a faint sense of weirdness in this stable.

This is very similar to the aura he had when he went down the mountain to eliminate demons and fight with those ghosts.

When Du Fang opened the door, a foul smell of corpse immediately hit him, making his nose and eyes hurt so much that he could hardly open them.

This is the smell of a decaying corpse.

He tore off a piece of gauze, covered his mouth with it, rubbed his eyes and looked carefully.

The stable was not big, and the floor was covered with a layer of fur to prevent the liquid from leaking.

Dozens of ropes were hung on the middle beam, and each rope was hung with animal fur, such as fox, wild dog, black bear, and elk.

Suddenly, he saw a white wisp of fur as big as a washbasin.

Du Fang endured the stench and pulled aside the animal's fur. It was a standard snow fox skin, with bright fur. It was obviously not cut long ago. There were still thin blood vessels on the skin, which was only the size of a washbasin.

Behind the animal's fur, there was a tunnel covered by weeds, and there seemed to be hot steam coming out of it.

It was clearly hot air, but when Du Fang saw that hint of fishy stench, he suddenly felt a little cold. This kind of coldness was so cold that it chilled his heart and penetrated his bones.

Du Fang had once felt this cold aura from Bai Zhi, the Lord of the Seventh Realm of Desolation. Only a powerful person in desperate situations could have this kind of cold aura.

Are there any cultivators of this level in this cave?

Du Fang became curious and finally hesitantly lifted the weeds.

Before him were a pair of dead eyes, staring straight at him.

Instantly, Du Fang felt his scalp tingle and a chill run down his body. Li Qingshuang sensed something was wrong and immediately followed him, asking:

"What do you see?"

She also seemed to feel that something was wrong with this cold aura.

Du Fang made room for two heads to move forward.

In the cellar, countless skinned animal carcasses were piled together, and among the fleshy animal carcasses were the bodies of three people.

Li Qingshuang had seen these three corpses before. They were covered with white hair.

She immediately tried to draw her sword, but her hands missed.

The sword had already been smashed to pieces by Senior Lingxiao with one move, and pierced into his body, and was later melted by the surging life force.

The only difference is that these three white-haired corpses are dead, and judging by the degree of decay of their bodies, they seem to have been dead for a long time.

To maintain freshness, it is inserted into the flesh of animals.

I don’t know what the person who placed this body was going to do.

Du Fang suddenly remembered the copper furnace in the room and whispered, "This is something for refining elixirs."

"Using dead bodies to make elixirs!" The two of them suddenly felt nauseous when they thought of such disgusting things.

Du Fang re-covered the roof with thatch.

The animals in these mountains were cruelly skinned and their flesh, blood and bones were thrown in. They must have been the evil cultivators who were refining Taoism and making elixirs.

Someone with such a cruel heart must not be an ordinary person.

An inexplicable anger filled his heart. Over the years, going down the mountain to slay evil spirits had become a mission etched in his bones.

Li Qingshuang was full of doubts. She came here to find a rope to go down into the abyss.

Now I haven't met anyone, but I have encountered such a strange thing. These white-haired corpses were at least at the seventh level of cultivation when they were alive, otherwise they would not be able to enter this sword gate.

It is very likely that it is related to Lingxiao’s predecessors.

"let's go!"

Du Fang shook his head and said, "Let's wait for it here!"

"We can't beat any of them. You and I combined are no match for any of them!"

Li Qingshuang knew very well how powerful these white-haired corpses were.

If I hadn't drunk his blood... Yes, Du Fang's blood is very effective against these evil creatures.

"Are you sure?"

"no!"

"then you……"

Du Fang looked at Li Qingshuang with a clear gaze and said, "Have you forgotten why we came here?"

"Remember, find a way to use the power of the immortal spirit and return to glorify the sect!"

"That's right. There's no living being in this world except you and me. If we just catch it, maybe we can pry something out of its mouth!"

Du Fang had never been afraid, especially of this kind of evil. His father, elder brother, and deceased uncle Xuanzhen had all educated him by setting an example and integrating knowledge with action.

No matter where he is, he cannot tarnish Lingxiao's reputation.

As long as there is a village here, there must be people. This evil will definitely harm the people here.

Although his cultivation level was low, as the chief disciple of Lingxiao, he could not bring disgrace to Lingxiao's good reputation.

There wasn't much in the house, so Du Fang found a hatchet and a stone. Li Qingshuang deliberately pierced his fingertip and wiped the blood on it.

It's getting late now, so I can only stay in the room and wait for the night to pass.

"Are you hungry?" Li Qingshuang asked him with some concern.

"I'm not hungry!" Taoist practice is mainly based on fasting, but if there is delicious food, he will never refuse it.

Li Qingshuang lowered her head and rubbed her fingers. The oil lamp in the room had been lit, and the flames flickered with a click.

She was worried and hesitated for a long time, then suddenly asked:

"You...you said...after we found the tomb of the Human Emperor and finally obtained the immortal power from you, you...do you still recognize us?"

Du Fang has been thinking about this question, and the answer is almost certainly yes.

To unlock the power of the immortal spirit, one must free the bound spirit of the peerless banshee.

Once the soul was released, it was almost certain whether he was still himself. What Brother Mo said that day that he fell in love with a woman.

Fairies are extremely yin creatures, and my future is destined to be like that banshee, becoming a woman.

He didn't dare look at Li Qingshuang, and only said softly: "I... I will try my best to remember that my name is Du Fang!"

Li Qingshuang suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Why don't we go back? We shouldn't be looking for this huge tomb!"

Du Fang slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. "Who will avenge my father, my elder brother, and the murdered disciples of Ling Xiao?"

"There's always a way. Master Xuanji knows a lot and will always be able to find a way to have the best of both worlds!"

Du Fang suddenly chuckled.

Li Qingshuang was very surprised: "Is there anything funny about this?"

"The Sect Master knows, and Uncle Xuanzhen knows too. From the very beginning, when they planned to seize the Immortal Spirit Flower, they knew that this would inevitably bring catastrophic disaster to the Lingxiao Sword Sect!"

"Impossible, my master absolutely cannot do that!"

Du Fang chuckled again and stopped worrying about it. He could understand the difficulties of his elders.

During these seven years, he was in the outer gate and walking at the foot of the mountain. Except for those small demons and evil spirits in the third and fourth realms around Lingxiao Mountain, those who left Zhongzezhou and even reached Longqi City of Longyuan Sword Sect were basically in the fifth realm. Even the leader of Longyuan was at the peak of the fifth realm.

Not to mention the city lords in the distance, Wushuang City, Xingluo City, all of whom are the seventh-level top sword masters at the same level as Lord Longyuanhuang.

If you don't often go out, it's impossible for you to know about these situations. How could the head of Lingxiao not know about them?

Over the past hundreds of years, Lingxiao has been declining, its disciples have been dwindling, and it is surrounded by wolves. Not only the Longyuan Sword Sect, but also any big monster from Nancangzhou or Jinghai can destroy Lingxiao.

The world of Jiuzhou is so vast, with so many ghost kings and demon emperors. If this continues, Lingxiao will be swallowed up sooner or later.

If he were in the position of the headmaster, he would also gamble on this slight chance of success.

Du Fang couldn't bear Li Qingshuang's pain, so he didn't say anything else.

The night was dark and the two of them just sat there.

“Knock! Knock!”

Suddenly, there were two regular knocks on the door.