Fang Jian conjured up a beautiful flower and asked the five girls, "How do you like this flower?"

The five girls took a closer look, then nodded and said, "It looks good."

Then Fang Jian threw the flower into the mud in front of the five women. When he took the flower out again, the whole flower was covered with mud. Then Fang Jian asked again: "Does it still look good? Tell the truth."

The five girls hesitated for a long time before slowly shaking their heads and saying, "It doesn't look good."

Then, Fang Jian held the Ruyi Sword in his hand in front of the five women and asked, "Is the blade of this sword sharp?"

The five women looked intently and saw the Ruyi Sword hanging in the air. The sword energy inadvertently released from the sword tip tore the space around the sword tip into cracks.

The five girls' pupils shrank, and they nodded and said, "Very sharp!"

Fang Jian smiled faintly, then held the Ruyi Sword and inserted it directly into the mud. After a moment, Fang Jian pulled the Ruyi Sword out of the mud without deliberately using magic power to disperse the mud on it.

So Fang Jian handed the mud-stained Ruyi Sword to the five women and asked, "Is this sword still sharp now?"

The five women looked again and saw that the sword energy on the Ruyi Sword was constantly cutting off the mud on it, and the surrounding space was still being cut by the sword energy as usual.

The five women nodded and said, "Still sharp."

Fang Jian held the mud-stained flower in his left hand and the Ruyi Sword in his right. He said, "No matter how beautiful a flower is, once it falls into the mud and becomes covered in muddy water, it's useless when you take it out. The value of a flower lies in its beauty. A sword, on the other hand, is different. Its value lies in killing people. Even if it falls into the mud, it won't affect its sharpness."

"The mud on the flower can be cleaned, but it will not look good until it is covered in mud. But the mud on the sword can also be cleaned, and it can continue to kill people."

"A cultivator is like this sword. On the path to immortality, they will inevitably encounter many tribulations and even fall into the mire. But as long as they hold fast to their heart and weather the tribulations, they can still, like this sword, cleanse themselves of the mud and dust and ultimately attain the great Dao."

"You five, no, including all the monks captured in this city, they are all this sword. But now their Dao hearts have collapsed, and they are inevitably transformed into this flower."

"As long as you rebuild your Dao heart and break free from the calamity, you will naturally be indomitable in the future and can hope to achieve the path of immortality."

After saying that, Fang Jian sheathed the Ruyi Sword and looked forward, only to see the five women sitting there with dazed expressions, their inner thoughts surging like a tsunami.

Fang Jian did not disturb them, but placed the mud-stained flower in his hand in front of the five women, then got up and left, and began to take care of the spiritual medicine in the spiritual medicine garden.

Although these elixirs were planted by the evil god, when the Giant Tomb City is destroyed one day, won’t these elixirs belong to him?

So now it is equivalent to planting spiritual medicine for yourself, and those evil followers who were cursed by Fang Jian's magic power to grow spiritual medicine on their chests can no longer speak. The roots of spiritual medicine have grown all over their bodies, including their mouths and throats.

Only their exposed eyes were filled with pain and pleading. Fang Jian poured a bucket of spiritual spring water on the head of an evil disciple, then looked at him and said, "I see pain and pleading in your eyes. Why? Since you believe in the evil god, you must contribute to the evil god. Now, using your own bodies to cultivate spiritual medicine is the best way to contribute to the evil god. Why are you still suffering?"

At this point, Fang Jian suddenly realized something and pointed at the evil disciple, saying, "I get it, you're not pious enough!"

The evildoer's eyes widened instantly, filled with resentment and anger, but they couldn't speak, unable to defend themselves. Finally, two drops of blood and tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

Fang Jian smiled indifferently, without any sympathy in his heart. The evil followers all automatically believed in the evil gods.

Because believing in evil gods can bring them huge benefits and growth in magic power and cultivation in the short term, but this kind of benefits requires them to make a "sacrifice" to the evil gods, so these evil people have their hands stained with blood, cause and effect, and karma, and it is not excessive to use any cruel means on them!

Time passed quickly, day turned into night, Fang Jian was sitting cross-legged in his room, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Then, a clear and pleasant voice came in: "Sir Deacon, I am Lu Lingyu, I have a question to ask you."

Lu Lingyu was one of the five women in the Spiritual Medicine Garden. Fang Jian opened his eyes, straightened his robe, and then placed his hands on his knees and said, "Come in."