This is how immortals are cultivated

The Jin family is considered one of the righteous families. If they don't kill all of the White Lotus Cult, they should at least stay away from them.

However, judging from Jin Roufeng's words, it seemed that the ancestor of the Jin family took the initiative to invite the wolf into the house.

"Why did the ancestor do this..."

Jin Bailu's pretty face turned pale. She had never been like this even when she was in the most dangerous situation before.

The reason why it turned out like this was because she knew the meaning of the so-called 'devil'.

"Sister, what else do you think could make our ancestors dare to take such a risk and do something so desperate and reckless?"

"The only things that can make a practitioner abandon everything are those that concern his or her own path."

"The ancestor is now three hundred and twenty-four years old. He can be said to have achieved immortality, but immortality does not mean that he will not die or turn into ashes."

"The time has come for the old ancestor to die. If he doesn't want to become a Taoist, then he can only give up and try his best."

"If we just give it a try, there are many restrictions from the academy, so it's impossible to succeed. Fortunately, the Holy Church offered us an olive branch, and the ancestor gladly accepted it."

"Next, the entire Tongcheng Prefecture will be turned upside down, and even other places in Shuzhou will not be at peace."

"Originally, I wanted to have you stay in a county town far away from the provincial capital, and then come pick you up after the matter at Tongcheng Prefecture was resolved. However, because of that Fang's interference, you have fallen into this dangerous situation."

"But it doesn't matter. If everything goes well, sister will be safe with me." Jin Roufeng said with a smile.

Jin Bailu's face was still pale, but he had finally regained some composure.

"When did the White Lotus Demon Cult launch its plan?"

"Of course, today, or rather right away... Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to reveal my true feelings to you, sister."

"Also, the so-called Demonic Cult is a derogatory term used by the righteous to refer to our sect. Sister, if you mention our sect in front of our members in the future, you must call it the Holy Cult."

"Mr. Fang has done me a favor..." Jin Bailu said again.

"No, no." Jin Roufeng shook her head: "Being in this situation, being able to protect you, sister, is already the limit of my ability."

"Furthermore, that killer killed a disciple of a 'Divine General' in the sect. That disciple of the Divine General has the opportunity to inherit the Divine General's true teachings in the future. There must be an explanation."

"If that man can survive this ordeal and is sensible enough to offer my young lady the opportunity that could lead to the Xuanyin Sect, perhaps we can still spare his life."

"What you mean by 'immediate disaster' is..."

"Of course it's about our ancestor's enlightenment."

Jin Roufeng turned his head to look at the palace behind him, where the ancestor of the Jin family was.

"If the spiritual secret is the secret to unlocking the path, then the higher level of 'True Evil' is the understanding of the truth of this path. How can ascending to True Evil require sufficient nourishment?"

"The fifteen spiritual secrets outside, including the one surnamed Fang, are all a feast prepared for the ancestor's promotion."

Having said that, Jin Roufeng waved his hand again.

Jin Bailu only felt a strange fragrance in her face, and in an instant she felt a deep sleepiness and fell asleep immediately.

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Outside the yard, many righteous and strange cultivators obviously had no idea what was about to happen.

He just stared at the fight on the stage.

This battle of spirits has already lasted for three rounds.

The big-headed baby took out the poisonous pill of rebellion, the extremely filthy poisonous water, and the deadly and rotten poisonous dust.

For ordinary spiritualists, all three are extremely poisonous substances that will cause loss of control once taken.

The big-headed boy was indeed quite skilled, as he successfully absorbed the three poisons into his body.

However, the big-headed doll did not show any joy, but was instead filled with visible panic.

There was no other reason. The person who fought with him also contained three kinds of poisons, and was more relaxed and comfortable than him.

If it weren't for the skills the other party had demonstrated before, Big Head Baby would have thought that the other party was a fellow cultivator with him.

"Any more?"

A very gentle and friendly voice came from the other side, but the boy felt a chill down his spine. As if something extremely terrible would happen if he answered no.

PS: There will be more in the evening.

Chapter 63 It’s My Turn to Ask a Question (100 Subscriptions Plus)

"Any more?"

For big-headed dolls, the answer is naturally no.

Not to mention that the three kinds of poisons were extremely difficult to make, the fact that he was able to collect all three was already a sign of his extraordinary ability.

Furthermore, before the battle began, he had never imagined that a ruthless person would appear and take all three poisons, and nothing would happen to him.

Normally, unless one is from an extremely unconventional sect with special magical powers, ordinary people cannot even survive the first type of poison pill.

But the existence in front of him was obviously abnormal.

In reality, if one felt they were inferior to the opponent in this situation, they could simply admit defeat and step down. However, at this moment, the Big Head Doll's spirit was giving out frantic warnings.

If he steps down at this point, something extremely terrible will happen.

However, Big Head Baby is now at his wit's end and can no longer come up with any more poison.

While Big Head Baby didn't know what to do, Fang Suichu became a little impatient.

In fact, in this battle just now, the system had given him three adventure entries, all of which were about "Daoyou invites you to taste the newly refined elixir."

"If you have it, you have it. If you don't have it, you don't have it. Why are you hiding it like this? Do you think I will steal your pills?"

Listening to Fang Suichu's words, Big Head Baby also showed a mournful expression and could only say:

“No more, no more…”

You said you wouldn't snatch it away, but I have a feeling that if I still have poison pills, you will definitely snatch them away.

Besides, what kind of good person would steal such a strange and poisonous thing for no reason?

"My fellow Daoist has great skills. I am truly inferior to you in skills and I have to admit defeat."

Having said that, Big Head Doll turned around and prepared to slip off the stage.

However, after turning around, he didn't dare to move at all. He could feel a force of energy locking onto him. If he dared to move, he might have to experience the same terrifying blow that the multi-armed Taoist had experienced before.

"Wait a minute, you are such a naive boy."

"As the saying goes, there's no first in literature, and no second in martial arts. Since you've already proposed a duel using this 'Spirit Carrying Technique,' how can it end like this?"

The big-headed doll turned around, revealing an expression that was uglier than crying:

"Fellow Daoist, to be honest, these three poisons are the limit of what I can handle. Even if there is a fourth, I can't handle it. On the other hand, you handle it with ease. The difference in our strength is obvious to all."

"Besides, such poisons are hard to find. Even if we really want to determine the outcome, where can we find this new soul-carrying object?"

"That's easy to say. Just because you don't have it doesn't mean I don't have it."

"When we competed for spirit carriers before, you were the one who always took out the spirit carriers, which was a bit unfair. Now, using my things to compete for spirit carriers is fairer."

"Okay."

Without waiting for the big-headed baby to agree or refuse, Fang Suichu had already let out a breath.

As soon as the breath was exhaled, a very obvious white airflow formed in the air, like a wisp of air in the winter wind and snow.

The airflow was extremely fast. As I saw a ball of cold air blowing in my face, the coldness made my face extremely stiff before it even touched me. If this ball of cold air really hit my face, I'm afraid my skin would be frozen in an instant.

The boy knew how powerful the breath was, so he could only subconsciously call upon his own magical powers. He opened his huge mouth, and a suction force appeared between his throat, swallowing the breath into his abdomen.

There are Dharma bones outside the spiritual secret realm, and practicing spiritual organs inside is much more difficult than practicing Dharma bones.

The supernatural powers are revealed, making it even more powerful.

Since the big-headed boy claimed to be skilled at absorbing objects and carrying spirits, he naturally possessed a spirit stomach. The three poisonous creatures he had previously absorbed into his stomach were precisely what he had been using to cultivate his spirit stomach.

As the cold air entered his stomach, the boy concentrated his mind and energy and began to mobilize his magical powers to perform the act of refining it. However, this time, the spiritual stomach, which could decompose many rebellious poisons and return them to pure and unconventional spirituality to nourish itself, suffered a disaster.

The gastric juice, which has its own spirituality and can refine even gold and stone in an instant, was frozen the moment it came close to the cold air.

It is like scratching a diamond with glass. There is a huge difference in hardness between the two. In the end, it will only damage the glass itself and will not leave any marks on the diamond surface.

This logic translates to the fact that the spiritual level of this cold air is extremely high, and the quality of one's own spiritual stomach is far from enough to digest this cold air.

Originally, the quality was not enough, but he could make up for it with quantity, but the three kinds of strange poisons he had taken before had already consumed a lot of his spiritual power.

This caused the cold air to spread in his stomach, rapidly damaging his spiritual stomach and even creating holes, allowing the cold air and the many toxins in the stomach to flow into his body.

"Ahhhh!"

The big-headed doll screamed, but what it felt for a moment was not the pain of those poisonous creatures looking down on its body and corroding its spirit and soul, but an extreme cold that froze its blood and bones.

In a short while, the big-headed doll's body stiffened rapidly, its muscles as stiff and cold as ice. As a result, the collapse and loss of control of its cunning spiritual power became extremely slow.

Of course, that breath was not spit out by Fang Suichu randomly.

That was Fang Suichu's true method of cultivating his form with the Taiyin. Every night at midnight, he absorbed and exhaled the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the evil energy of the earth veins, and the Taiyin moonlight, which was tempered to produce a wisp of Taiyin Earthly Evil Qi. The Taiyin Soul-Slaying Blade was also slashed out from this source.

"Sure enough, this Taiyin evil spirit must be cultivated with its corresponding true method. Although it is of extremely high quality, if it is used directly, it will harm oneself."

Fang Suichu has always wanted to use "Taiyin" to develop a new series of skills and even magical powers.

The tragic scene of the big-headed doll carrying the evil spirit of Taiyin helped Fang Suichu to clarify his thoughts.

While Fang Suichu was lost in thought, looking at the big-headed doll on the stage that had become silent, the many strange cultivators present fell into silence.

Two fights, two spiritual secrets died, is this still a literary fight?

If I hadn't been in the Jin family's courtyard and knew that this fight was only to determine the Jin family's spokesperson in the secular world, I would have thought that this was a brutal fight for cultivation resources.

Jin Chengqian on the stage also had his face twitching.

Each of the fifteen spiritual secrets invited here is very important and has his or her own purpose.

But he didn't expect that two of the fifteen had been gone in such a short time.

This is a spiritual secret. The entire Tongcheng Prefecture has a population of nearly one million. If we don’t count those high-grade Taoist veins, the number of spiritual secrets is not too large.

At this moment, Fang Suichu also came back to his senses:

"It's time for the third battle now, right? It's finally my turn to do the magic... No, it's finally my turn to set the questions."

Chapter 64: Borrowing Something (200 Subscriptions)

As soon as Fang Suichu finished speaking, everyone present looked at him.

This Taoist who came here from nowhere and was invited here has already demonstrated his skills in two battles.

So, as the one who sets the questions, what kind of fighting conditions will he propose?

When everyone looked at Fang Suichu, their gazes immediately fell on the last of the four people participating in the fight.

There is no other reason. The first two fighters were killed by this ruthless man named Fang. The final winner of this battle can only be chosen between Fang Suichu and Mr. Gong.

He could feel the gazes of the strange cultivators around him, especially the gazes coming from the stone platform.

Mr. Gong no longer had the confidence and eagerness to try as before, but his face was pale.

Because he had a brief contact with Fang Suichu before the fight, he understood the style of this ruthless man better.

But he really didn't expect that this person was so cruel and ruthless that he really didn't leave any room for maneuver, causing the first two comrades to die on the stage one after another.

"Mr. Gong...if I remember correctly, that's what he called me."

"Now there are only two of us left. I thought this literary duel would be a bit troublesome, but it turned out to be unexpectedly easy."

"As long as they beat us, it looks like this fight will have a result."

The third round will completely end this battle.

According to the rules of literary fighting, this shouldn't have happened.

Because normally, even if the first three games are evenly matched, there may be variables in the fourth game.

There was only one possibility that there wouldn't be a fourth match, and that was a fight to the death, just like the previous two. Of the two remaining, only one would remain, and that remaining one would naturally be the undisputed winner.

This is not right!

I am just working here to earn some food for my practice, and to make some friends and promote my own Taoism.

How come in the end, this battle of words and tactics has turned into a fight of life and death?