However, he hadn't anticipated that the villagers' appetites had already been spoiled. They were used to making money by murdering people everywhere, so they had no intention of truly taking the time to raise a child. So, they either beat or scolded him.

The child lived his life surrounded by beatings and scoldings. It was not easy for him to survive in that muddy place.

…

"Yuan Xia's real child is not Yuan Bao?" The head of the Spiritual Weapon Hall looked a little dazed.

So the nephew he had carefully raised for all these years was actually born by that ghost?

"Impossible! Yuan Bao clearly has Yuan Xia's aura. He does have Yuan family blood!"

How could the element be deceived so easily? He naturally had his own judgment method, which was found based on the bloodline detection formation.

The Yuan family's bloodline is somewhat special, and the vitality contained in their blood is more powerful than that of others.

Yuanbao can correspond to these two points.

"Ah, maybe, later when the spiritual power in the spiritual weapon was exhausted, those people cruelly extracted blood." Fang Ding sighed. He suddenly thought of this and felt his scalp tingling.

If this really happens, what will happen to Yuan Xia’s real child?

"Puff!" The head of the Lingqi Hall suddenly spat out blood again.

Fang Ding opposite wiped the blood splattered on his face, then took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

The element did not connect. He was completely confused, his mind full of the image of his real nephew being tied up by the villagers and having his blood drawn again and again.

…

[Lan Yue: Later, those people somehow found out that Yuan Xia was from the Southern Spiritual Sect. So from the beginning, they set up a plan there, drawing blood from that child every month and replacing it with Yuan Bao's.

Not only that, the ghost actually has a large piece of thousand-year-old cold jade, which can hide the ingots and the ghost's ghost aura.

When the head of the Spirit Weapon Hall arrived there, he saw the packaged gold ingots. He had no idea that his nephew was a hundred meters underground, nailed to the cold jade bed by the ghost.

Oh my god, what kind of sadistic beginning is this? If you don’t know, you’d think it’s the miserable childhood story of a peerless villain!

…

"So that's how it is. It turns out that in that small place, there is actually a thousand-year-old cold jade!" Yun Chong suddenly realized.

The Ten Thousand Year Cold Jade is a rare spiritual material for refining weapons. Of course, its most important function is that it can repair injuries, isolate all breaths, and even seal blood.

Even their Nanling Sect doesn't have many of these rare items.

Once the Ten Thousand Years Cold Jade comes out, it will definitely be fought over by various sects and immortal cultivation families, and made into protective spiritual jade for their disciples.

This kind of protective jade can not only repair injuries, but also isolate auras and cultivation. Who wouldn’t want it?

Next to him, Yuansu didn't care about the ten thousand year old cold jade. He almost collapsed when he thought of the scene at that time.

At that time, he was puzzled. Why didn't he check around? He had to pretend to be an expert. Not only did he take the ghost's child away on the spot, but he even gave gifts to everyone in the village!

He personally gave the longevity elixir to the group of people who killed his sister! He even wished them good health and a long life!

"Ugh." He vomited another mouthful of blood, and the green robe he was wearing was already stained red with blood.

The elders from the Spiritual Weapon Hall at the back were a little worried and wanted to go over, but were held down by Fang Ding.

"In this situation, let's not disturb him. Let him spit out more blood. His blood is full of vitality anyway. Let alone spitting out three mouthfuls of blood, he can spit all day long without any problem."

"It's better to let him spit out more blood than to keep it in his heart."

The other elders of the Spirit Weapon Hall: "..."

It’s not that they don’t want to comfort her, but what the elder of the Alchemy Pavilion said makes sense.

They silently took back the spiritual weapons in their hands and sighed in their hearts.

How come the hall master got into such a trouble?

That Yuanbao looked kind, who would have thought that he was actually a human ghost born from a ghost.