Qiu Zu: From an apprentice in a medicine shop to an immortal ancestor.

In the wilderness, a group of martial artists clad in armor displayed their lightness skills, stepping on the tips of grass as they traversed the mountains and fields, their speed astonishingly fast.

"Chief, the fighting ahead seems to have stopped."

Demon Suppression Commandant Wu Chuanfeng also noticed the movement ahead at once, feeling a slight urgency in his heart, and quickened his pace.

Martial artists who had passed the "Muscle Barrier", even without learning lightness skills, could travel faster than riding a horse when going all out.

In just a few dozen breaths.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The group of martial artists arrived in front of the dense forest.

On the way, the Demon Suppression Division's group of martial artists rushed anxiously, fearing they would be late and let the person escape.

However, upon truly reaching the dense forest, none of the martial artists dared to plunge into it to investigate.

"Gulp~ Gulp!"

A martial artist swallowed hard, his face filled with horror.

They saw a blaze of fire within the dense forest, large and small trees broken in half, branches piled up like small mountains, the ground pitted and uneven, large pits connected to small pits, shattered mountain rocks and gravel scattered everywhere, a scene of devastation and ruin.

The entire dense forest seemed to have been bombarded by the military's Shenji Camp artillery, a scene of utter devastation.

Anyone with a bit of experience understood that the people who had fought and killed each other were no ordinary individuals.

"This... is this a Xiantian martial artist? Or a Yin Spirit master..."

"It's a cultivator who has cultivated a Yin Spirit."

Martial artist Ye, who came from a Taoist temple, looked at the charred stump of the broken tree and said with certainty:

"This Yin Spirit powerhouse unleashed a large number of thunder talismans to bombard the troops, and the evil cultivator who controlled the troops is probably no match at all."

"Chief, we're late, someone intercepted us."

"I know."

Wu Chuanfeng's heart sank, feeling somewhat helpless.

They had already acted very quickly, rushing to Qingmu immediately after learning of the case, and even used ghost-catching and summoning instruments, finally managing to extract clues about the evil cultivator's whereabouts.

Never would he have thought that someone would be even earlier than them, taking action beforehand.

"Qingmu Town is truly a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, actually harboring a Yin Spirit master."

Wu Chuanfeng was secretly somewhat surprised.

"Chief, do we go in or not?"

The Demon Suppression Division's martial artists hesitated, indecisive.

Having come from the Demon Suppression Division, they should have entered immediately to capture demons and evil spirits, but... the enemy was too powerful, and that was another matter.

"This..."

Demon Suppression Commandant Wu Chuanfeng was also somewhat unsure.

Just as the group of martial artists hesitated, a ghostly wind howled and roared in the dense forest.

"Demon Suppression Division, come in and clean up the mess!"

The voice was as loud as a bell, vast and mighty.

Demon Suppression Commandant Wu Chuanfeng and the group of martial artists' expressions changed slightly upon hearing this, and they subconsciously wanted to chase after it.

However, for some reason, everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Chief, do we chase or not?"

"Chase your head, quickly go put out the thunder fire."

Half an hour later, Qiu Zhen Valley.

"Woo woo woo~"

Bai Shu held the jar, looking around, his face full of suspicion.

Qiu Zhen opened the cloth and quickly browsed through it, a look of relief on his face.

The Yanshan Dharma Master did not lie before his death, there was indeed a cultivator named "Layman Shilin" who had obtained a supreme immortal opportunity, and he foresaw that his cultivation of the "Supreme Immortal Technique" might fail, so he left letters and treasure hunting methods for his friends in advance.

However, "Layman Shilin" seemed very conflicted and struggled, wanting to leave the method to his friend, but also worried about harming him, so he left several means.

It depended on whether his friend had the fate.

Valuable treasures are possessed by those with virtue.

The facts proved that Layman Shilin's friend indeed had no fate, and somehow his life was taken by that "Yanshan Dharma Master", who seized the opportunity.

That was why the Yanshan Dharma Master only knew that "Layman Shilin" had placed the supreme immortal opportunity in Qingmu, the treasure hidden in the fish's belly, but did not know the method of finding it.

"Fortunately, I didn't harbor any侥倖侥幸 and acted in time."

Qiu Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It could basically be determined that the previous owner of the mysterious silk was this "Layman Shilin".

This time, the Demon Suppression Division seemed to have somehow found out the whereabouts of the "Yanshan Dharma Master", if he hadn't acted in time tonight to kill him, then the "Mysterious Silk" would probably have entered the Demon Suppression Division's high-level vision.

Although it would not be easy to suspect him for a while, Qingmu Town would definitely attract the Demon Suppression Division's focus in the future.

He was unwilling to see this kind of situation.

Qiu Zhen looked at the cloth in his hand again, found nothing else, and threw it into the fire, burning it to ashes.

Then, he took out a palm-sized black steel needle from his sleeve, covered with blood-colored patterns.

Qiu Zhen played with the flying needle in his hand, his divine sense probed into it, feeling a sense of returning to his body, as if there were meridians and blood vessels inside, operating freely, and being as intelligent as he wished.

For a time, the blood-red steel needle magic weapon seemed to become an extension of his body.

"Not bad, it's actually a flying needle spiritual weapon."

Cultivators possess divine sense, and it is not difficult to control objects, but if they want to defend against enemies, they need special spiritual weapons to unleash the power of their divine sense.

"Go!"

With a thought from Qiu Zhen, the black steel needle flew out with a red glow, turning into a long blood-colored red line.

"Puchi~"

The flying needle sank into the mountain rock, actually penetrating five feet deep into the hard stone, its speed astonishingly fast.

If this flying needle magic weapon, fully activated by the Yin Spirit, were to pierce someone, even if they were wearing iron armor, it would probably pierce through directly, and no amount of hard work would be of any use.

Interweaving and weaving, the person would become a blood painting in minutes.

"It's too wasteful to let the Yanshan Dharma Master use this kind of treasure, he can't unleash its power at all."

Qiu Zhen was quite satisfied in his heart, only Yin Spirit masters can unleash the true power of spiritual weapons.

In the future, he would nourish the blood needle with "Thunder Qi", and its power would be further improved.

Soon, Qiu Zhen turned his gaze to the jar in Bai Shu's hand.

The jar was covered with patterns, and in the center was an upside-down statue of a god with his hands on the ground and his feet facing the sky.

This jar was the Yanshan Dharma Master's troop magic weapon, containing the life souls of a group of soldiers.

Just now, his thunder talisman washed the ground, blasting the ghosts into scattered forms, but most of them did not truly die, but returned to this jar to heal.

The Yanshan Dharma Master was dead, and the jar's troops became a "cold jar", already injured, and if no one continued to sprinkle food and worship them, these troops would truly dissipate and lose even the chance to be reincarnated.

Qiu Zhen did not find any "Troop Magic" on the Yanshan Dharma Master, but the method of sprinkling food and worshiping ghosts was in his main cultivation, 《Qingwei Danjue》.

"Forget it, they are all pitiful ghosts, let's raise them first."

Qiu Zhen placed the troop jar in a cool place, pasted a thunder talisman to suppress it, preventing the ghosts from escaping, lit a stick of incense, and then ignored it.

Immediately, he casually took out 【Miro Palace】 from his arms, and used his divine sense to transmit a message to Kun Dao Yun Rou, telling her that he had successfully killed "Yanshan Dharma Master" and avenged the little monk Kong Yin.

Immortal Yun Rou might have been busy, and did not reply immediately.

However, Qiu Zhen was in a very good mood.

Killing the Yanshan Dharma Master not only kept his secret, but also fulfilled a wish and repaid the little monk's gift.

Qiu Zhen hugged Bai Shu's soft fur and rubbed it for a while, his thoughts were clear.

Without the hidden danger of the "Mysterious Silk", and with the addition of the Yuan Shen Dharma Body, his comprehension was extremely high, and there were basically no bottlenecks in the early stages of cultivation. If he developed step by step in Qingmu Town, he would be able to grow stronger little by little.

"Happy, I can finally live a stable life."

Qiu Zhen sighed and couldn't help but look up at the moon.

"Boom!"

Just as he looked, Qiu Zhen's expression changed.

The reason was that, at some point, black clouds rolled in the sky.

Looking through the Heavenly Eye Divine Power, he saw two giant red lanterns flickering in the rolling black clouds hundreds of miles away, emitting a strange blood light.

"The great demons in the mountains are fighting again."

Qiu Zhen didn't know why, but his heart skipped a beat, feeling uneasy, vaguely feeling that something was about to happen.

Whether it was a Xiantian martial artist or a Yin Spirit master, after reaching a certain level, their intuition was very accurate.

A sudden impulse, a feeling in the dark, was often right.

"This..."

Qiu Zhen couldn't help but reach out and pat his face, to get rid of the bad luck.

Let you be a jinx, let you be a jinx...

Bai Shu in his arms noticed, dumbfounded, his face full of suspicion.

Did he become possessed?

Bai Shu was anxious, without saying a word, he stuck out his butt...

"Bai Shu, what do you want to do, pee further away, almost splashed my face..."

"Ying ying ying~"

"You bastard, I'm not possessed, and besides, your pee can't cure my possession..."

"Ying ying ying~"