"Hello, who is the owner of this place?"

Zhang Qisen walked to the counter and asked the busy woman behind the bar.

Unfortunately, the other party seemed to have not heard it and was busy with her own business. Zhang Qiyao, who was standing next to her, also came over to ask a question, but the woman still did not respond.

The two brothers did not dare to act rashly in such a special place, so they had to walk to the side of the wine table, found a relatively empty table, took out a piece of silver from their pockets, and said to one of the drinkers.

"Brother, can you tell us about the owner of this inn?"

There were three people sitting at the table, two of them were playing finger-guessing games, and the remaining one was watching. After being interrupted by the Zhang brothers, the guest who was being questioned turned around.

He looked down at the silver in the hands of the Zhang brothers, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"This kind of silver is of no use here."

As soon as these words were spoken, the drinker who was playing finger-guessing games opposite him and all the drinkers around him stopped playing. The noisy hotel lobby seemed to have been paused. The sound stopped abruptly and everyone looked over.

Such a horrifying scene gave the two brothers an uneasy feeling in their hearts. It seemed that this place was not a place of opportunity for cultivation, but more like an evil and dangerous place.

"May I ask what the 'silver' that is used in this place is?"

The eldest brother Zhang Qisen bravely asked.

“It’s fate.”

"The cycle of human life."

All the drinkers said in unison.

The Zhang brothers' hearts trembled, and they subconsciously wanted to escape. But before they could move, their shoulders were held down. These ordinary-looking drinkers were like mountain monsters at this moment. The pressure from their palms was like a mountain, making them unable to move at all.

"Send it to the kitchen."

The woman who was looking through the account books behind the counter raised her head. She glanced at the two brothers in front of her, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

These two unlucky guys actually have the same fate as her husband.

Upon hearing this, the guests sent the Zhang brothers to the kitchen like pigs. This was an open-air backyard, where a bald, shriveled old man was chopping meat on a chopping board. Hearing the noise, he waved his hand without even turning his head.

"It's not finished yet, put it aside for now."

The drinkers were already used to it. The Zhang brothers, whose bodies were sealed, could only struggle desperately, making "wuwuwu" sounds from their mouths, but these people were already used to it. After leaving them aside, they went to the front hall again.

Zhang Qisen used all his strength and finally broke free a little. He turned his head to the side.

I saw the back of the old man chopping meat.

The old man was short and skinny, holding a long bone-chopping knife in his hand, the blood-stained blade gleaming coldly. Lying on the ground, Zhang Qisen couldn't see the "pig" on the chopping board. He just instinctively felt that something was wrong, thinking that the thing on the chopping board didn't look like a piglet, but more like a person.

This guess made Zhang Qisen shudder. Just as he was daydreaming, his arm was suddenly touched by someone. He turned his head and found that the person who touched him was his second brother Zhang Qiyao.

Zhang Qiyao's face was filled with fear, and his eyes kept pointing at the garbage pool next to him. Zhang Qisen subconsciously looked over there.

Over there was the garbage that the bone chopping old man discarded after killing the "pig". It was a mess. When Zhang Qisen looked over, he saw two heads in the garbage pool. Two round heads, the owners of these two heads died with their eyes open, and their round eyes stared straight at the two of them.

When Zhang Qisen saw the two heads, his expression changed.

These two heads belong to him and his second brother Zhang Qiyao!

"In the inn, the lives that go back and forth are the most valuable."

After the old man finished processing the ingredients on the chopping board, he came over and grabbed Zhang Qiyao's neck with one hand and dragged him onto the chopping board. During the process, Zhang Qiyao struggled desperately, but his whole body was controlled and he couldn't break free even with all his strength. He could only watch the chopping knife fall.

After a moment, the bone-chopping old man grabbed Zhang Qisen from the ground again, the bone knife fell, and the vision went dark.

Outside the window.

The rain is getting heavier.

On the muddy path, two more people rushed into the inn with terrified faces. The expressions on the faces of these two people were exactly the same as those of the Zhang brothers who were killed before. They repeated their previous actions and forgot the past.

thunderbolt!

Thunder roared, scarlet lanterns swayed in the rain, and the inn stood still and silent like a creeping demon.

After a while, two figures walked out of the rain again.

"Excuse me, who is the owner of the inn?"

The voices of the Zhang brothers echoed in the rainy night and slowly merged into the inn.

early morning.

Tang Wenyou, dressed in white, was flying among the mountains. His spiritual awareness spread out, carefully searching for the entrance to the spiritual field that his master had mentioned.

There is a spiritual field in this place, which contains Nascent Soul-level spiritual materials. A spiritual field hidden in a large tomb. Before coming here, Taiqing Patriarch told him the whole story.

The Mr. Weng mentioned by the temple keeper is the disciple of the Qionghua School who stayed in this place.

His cultivation was not high, and his main task was to help the two ancestors guard this place. After Tang Wenyou came, he took over everything from Mr. Weng. After Tang Wenyou accepted the task, the real Mr. Weng went back to the sect to hand over the task.

“It should be around here.”

Tang Wenyou landed on the top of a tree on a small hill, and his spiritual sense carefully searched for changes here.

Too much time has passed, the ground environment has changed, and the map can only locate the approximate location. They have to find the specific location by themselves. Tang Wenyou went to Lingxin Temple to investigate the specific clues of Lingtian.

Only mortals with short lives pay attention to these details.

Because their lives were long enough to see only this much. As for the missing poultry, he had never taken it to heart from the beginning. The fate of mortals was predetermined, so there was no need to interfere.

Being able to survive is fate, and not being able to survive is also fate.

Tang Wenyou took out three puppets from the storage bag and installed the spiritual essence into them.

"Owner."

The three puppets came alive instantly and saluted Tang Wenyou. These puppets were all created by the Qionghua Sect, with strength equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the consumption of activation was all spiritual essence.

"Find the entrance to the spiritual field."

"yes."

Under Tang Wenyou's command, the three puppets began a carpet search of the surrounding area.

boom!!

But in a moment, one of the three puppets exploded. The aftermath awakened Tang Wenyou's thoughts. He flew over quickly and found a collapsed muddy path here.

"C-3 was destroyed down there."

The remaining two puppets also flew over, and one of the female puppets spoke. As puppets, they could record the information seen by the other two puppets.

Tang Wenyou flew to the edge and scanned along the end of the cliff with his spiritual sense.

Those who can be the true disciples of Taiqing Patriarch are naturally not fools. Tang Wenyou himself is also a Jindan cultivator, and he is the best among Jindan cultivators, because he condensed a middle-grade red elixir. In the absence of the golden elixir, the red elixir cultivator is the strongest among the Jindan cultivators.

"strangeness."

Tang Wenyou withdrew his spiritual sense and frowned slightly.

The information fed back by the spiritual consciousness was very simple. Below was a valley of ordinary people, and the destroyed puppet was still lying there, looking like an unlucky guy who had slipped and fallen to death.

The Foundation Establishment Realm puppet fell from a height of more than 20 meters and was broken. On the surface, this was the result, but

How is this possible!

"You two, go down and take a look."

Tang Wenyou did not go down directly. He attached a wisp of spiritual consciousness to the two puppets and gave them orders.

He bought these three puppets for the purpose of exploring the way.

"yes."

The two puppets jumped down the cliff without any hesitation. The process of the puppets jumping down was very smooth, without encountering any abnormalities, and Tang Wenyou's spiritual consciousness attached to them did not sense any other dangers. After the puppets fell down, they searched around the bottom of the mountain. Apart from the puppets that were blown up, they did not find the entrance to the spiritual field.

It's just an ordinary valley.

"strangeness."

In an ordinary valley, how was the foundation-building puppet destroyed?

It was impossible to give up the spiritual field, as it was related to the condensation of the infant. He had spent a lot of money to obtain this opportunity from Master Taiqing.

Tang Wenyou weighed the options for a moment, then reached out and took out his magic sword.

With his current strength, he is not afraid of anyone in the entire Tiannan Region except for the few Nascent Souls who are at the top. As a sword cultivator who has condensed the red elixir, he has the confidence to do so.

When in doubt, kill it with a sword.

Spreading his spiritual sense, Tang Wenyou flew down from above. As soon as he entered the valley, he sensed a different breath.

Cave heaven?

It seems not.

The valley was full of fog. As soon as you entered the valley, your vision was affected, and the range of your spiritual sense was compressed to one third of its original size. What was even more strange was that the light also disappeared. It was clearly broad daylight, but the valley was dark and filled with mist.

"Owner."

"There's an inn over here."

Two puppets walked out of the mist. They were not living beings and were not affected by the external environment. Tang Wenyou could not see anything unusual on them before because of the special nature of the puppets.

"Inn?"

He couldn't see it when he was up there, but it appeared as soon as he came down to the inn.

Tang Wenyou put away the previously damaged puppet, spread out his spiritual sense, and headed towards the location of the inn.

"Go and have a look."

The two puppets immediately turned around and headed towards the location they had searched before.

Tang Wenyou followed behind, with his spiritual awareness dispersed throughout the journey.

After walking about a hundred meters, the divine sense sensed a cold building. This building seemed to have been forgotten for hundreds of years, and the surface was full of vicissitudes. When the divine sense spread over it, it was bounced away by a strange force.

"It can affect the consciousness of Dan, and it is most likely the cave heaven spiritual field that Master mentioned. I just don't know when the senior brother from Taixu Peak will come. Master said that the key to open the spiritual field was divided into two by him and Taixu Patriarch, and each peak holds one."

A thought flashed through Tang Wenyu's mind, but before he could move forward, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Brother, brother, wait a minute"

Looking back, he saw a young man carrying a bookcase, running towards him, panting. Seeing Tang Wenyou stop, the young man showed a surprised expression on his face, and quickened his pace, and soon he was beside Tang Wenyou.

"Finally I met a living person, thank God." The young man spoke while panting.

Judging from his demeanor, he is just an ordinary person.

"Who are you?"

Tang Wenyou did not let down his guard, and kept the magic sword in his hand. He kept a distance from the person who came. If there was anything wrong, he could attack immediately.

"My name is Ning Chenye, and I'm a scholar."

Ning Chenye showed an embarrassed smile on his face.

Bang.

While Tang Wenyou and Ning Chenye were talking, there was a sudden explosion in front of them. The two puppets that he had sent out to explore the way were all destroyed at this moment, and the spiritual consciousness attached to them also disappeared.

Such a coincidental scene made Tang Wenyou instinctively doubt the scholar in front of him.

"A scholar?"

"Yes, I am going to Beijing."

Tang Wenyou didn't listen to Ning Chenye at all. He turned the magic sword in his hand, and the sword energy soared into the sky, slashing towards Ning Chenye's face.

If you have doubts, take action.

No matter if it's true or not, just strike with your sword first! (End of this chapter)