Chapter 132 Evil Spirit (Subscribe)

Five people sat down in the tavern, tidied up the tables and chairs, and began to communicate calmly.

Chen Luo and the old ghost corpse both gave their names, and the three people opposite also introduced themselves. The last one, a casual cultivator, was called Sun Ji, a fellow villager of Lu Zhaotian and also from Guoshan County.

During the Guoshan County Incident, almost all the people in the city were killed.

Only three of them escaped.

Needless to say, the old ghost of the dried corpse had a good fate. He joined the Corpse-raising Sect and became a disciple of a major sect. Lu Zhaotian and Sun Ji had a strange encounter and successfully entered the Dao in a secret realm. Now they have also reached the state of perfection.

The three of them were all from Guoshan County, so they naturally knew that there was the Ningshen Grass here.

"Since we are all family, there is no need to waste time talking. The Ningshen grass in Guoshan County is enough for the five of us to share. Let's discuss together how to enter the medicine garden." Lu Zhaotian said.

"The medicine garden is not so easy to break into. Since you two are from Guoshan County, you should know where the medicine garden came from." said the old mummy ghost.

After these words were spoken, both Lu Zhaotian and Sun Ji fell silent.

Guoshan County used to have only a small mineral vein, and there was no medicine garden in the county. It was only after the five evil cultivators came that the medicine garden was built. The spiritual medicines in the garden were all ripened by the five evil cultivators using their evil magic, and the nutrients were the flesh and blood of the people in the city.

That is a medicinal herb that was ripened with human lives!

"I have already cultivated to this point, so there is no need to waste time. I must build my foundation. Although the origin of the spiritual herb is a bit bloody, it is still a spiritual herb. As long as it can build my foundation, who would ask where it came from?"

Sunji spoke up.

"I'm not talking about the elixir, I'm talking about the things those five people left behind. The Jindan ancestors of the three major sects didn't help us get rid of those ghost things."

"Three."

Wang Tianji, who had been silent, interrupted the conversation between the three and spoke.

"I, Wang, don't know what you are worrying about, but there is one thing I want to remind you. We are all independent cultivators, and we don't have many choices. I, Wang, am already sixty-nine years old, and my energy and blood are declining year by year. If I can't break through and build my foundation before next year, then I will never be able to build my foundation in this lifetime. No matter what dangers lie ahead, I will not give up this Soul-Concentrating Grass." As he said that, he set his eyes on Lu Zhaotian.

"I have already said this when I helped you leave the capital."

Lu Zhaotian nodded.

Wang Tianji is already past the best age for building a foundation, if he doesn't try now, he will have no chance. The same is true for him and Sun Ji. Although they look young, their actual age is already over fifty. With each passing year, their Qi and blood will decline slightly. Although practicing body-refining techniques can delay this process, human energy is limited. Who has so much energy to practice techniques that have nothing to do with their own path?

Rather than having a cumulative effect, wasted time will only make the already declining situation worse, until the opportunity to build a foundation is finally missed.

"Then let's go."

Lu Zhaotian stood up.

They are no longer rookies in the world of immortal cultivation, so a few words of advice will suffice. You can judge the dangers yourself.

The path to becoming an immortal is a struggle against heaven.

Chen Luo didn't say anything either.

This time he carried hundreds of talismans, not to mention elixirs, and more than a hundred external brains for assistance. He was the most confident among the group, so he was not very worried.

After making the decision, the group quickly left the tavern and walked towards the back mountain along the streets of Guoshan County.

The wind in the street was getting stronger.

There were faint cries of wronged souls. Guoshan County's experience was too tragic, so it was inevitable that some things would arise. However, the five people were all immortal cultivators who had perfected their Qi training, so they naturally didn't care about these evil spirits. If they really provoked them, they would just kill them.

Soon they reached the end of the street. In front of them was a three-story wooden building, which used to be the most prosperous restaurant in Guoshan County.

Crunch, crunch.

In the cold wind, the wooden sign in front of the restaurant was shaking gently. The words on it had become completely blurred, and dark red, dried blood had soaked into the sign, making it look even more bleak.

Lu Zhaotian, who was walking in front, stopped and took out a round magic plate from his arms. After figuring out the direction, he walked to the left side of the restaurant.

"Isn't the herb garden on the back hill on the right?"

Sunji asked.

"There is a formation here. The person who set it up reversed the yin and yang of Guoshan County. If you follow your memory, you will end up in a dead end."

Wang Tianji reminded him and followed Lu Zhaotian to the left.

The old ghost and Sun Ji paused for a moment and finally chose the left side.

Everyone has his own way of determining direction. They don’t trust outsiders, and the person they trust the most is themselves.

'The place where evil spirits gather has a special evil aura. Break it up, extract the soul and refine the spirit, and it can be made into Yinhunzhu. Evil cultivators in the Jindan stage like to refine this kind of small gadget that is not worthy of the table.'

When Chen Luo was about to follow, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Just one thought.

This thought came from the brain of the mummy in the Yue State Tomb.

"Jiedan. Evil Cultivator?!"

Chen Luo's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and he suddenly felt like he couldn't walk.

Isn't this a big leap? Before they even touched the threshold of the foundation building stage, they were already exposed to the things refined by the Jindan ancestors. What was a small gadget for the evil Jindan cultivators might be a deadly ghost thing for them.

After taking a look at the four people in front who were getting farther and farther away, Chen Luo gritted his teeth and chose to follow them.

Now that things have come to this, if I don’t take back a Spirit-Concentrating Grass, I won’t be able to get over this hurdle in my heart.

Sensing Chen Luo catching up from behind, the old mummy ghost looked back.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He didn't know whether Chen Luo discovered something when he stopped earlier.

Based on his understanding of Chen Luo, this guy must have seen something that they didn't notice.

"Friend Shi Dao, have you ever heard of Xiesha?"

"Evil spirit?"

When the old ghost heard the voice transmission, he hesitated for a moment and shook his head. He really had never heard of the name of the evil spirit. The disciples of the Corpse Raising Sect were most concerned about the corpse spirit.

"What did you find?"

"No, I just feel something is wrong. It seems like there is something watching us in the dark."

After being reminded by the mummy's brain, he felt something was wrong. Recalling the formation outside Guoshan County, he had a bad guess in his mind.

Could this formation be set up by that evil spirit?

"arrive."

Lu Zhaotian, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke.

Neither Sun Ji nor Wang Tianji said anything, but just looked at the path ahead with serious expressions.

The main road ended here, and what remained was a small path up the mountain. Judging from the location in memory, as long as they crossed this path, they would reach the medicinal garden where the Concentration Grass was planted.

(End of this chapter)