Chapter 43 The Fragmented Taoist 5
Perhaps because of this unethical fighting style, this Four-Elephant Snow Centipede became extremely violent and disorganized in the later stages.
While it was barking and screaming, people found its flaw, and finally under the siege of many people, this peak level 4 Four-Elephant Snow Centipede fell to the ground with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.
Most of the disciples present were below the middle stage of the Golden Core, and some were even in the Foundation Establishment stage.
Although there are many people, one small level means a small gap. Some even jump over two big levels. When facing the peak fourth level monster, everyone’s spiritual power is almost exhausted.
Some people sat cross-legged on the ground to regulate their breathing, while some did not care about their image and even collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
When everyone is in this state, no one cares about face anymore.
Yan Xia, who had been jumping up and down beside and had not consumed much spiritual energy, was now busy patching up a bowl-sized hole in the Four-Elephant Snow Centipede.
The kind that's as big as his neck.
The people lying on the ground: “…………”
This fellow Taoist really holds a grudge.
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He couldn't poke a hole when he was alive, so after he died, wouldn't he be able to poke as big a hole as he wanted?
In the end, Su Wenyin called her younger son, who was holding a sword and acting like a jerk, to her side.
In a large open space, after regulating the breath.
Some people were whispering to each other, while others stood up and said that they should divide these four-elephant snow centipedes now.
Although everyone was crying in their hearts during the fight, after the fight, there was a hint of happiness visible on their tired faces.
This state of mind clearly shows that in this cross-border battle, there has been a subtle sense of breakthrough.
Even if the rest haven’t reached the threshold of breakthrough, they are still very happy to have fought a real battle.
Moreover, although this Four-Elephant Snow Centipede looks ugly, it has many treasures on its body. Its spine is a very good material for alchemy, and its tentacles are also very useful in refining equipment.
So when that fellow Taoist proposed to divide the spoils, no one present raised any objection.
The division process went very smoothly. After all, there were so many people present and no one wanted to be labeled as a cheapskate for a small profit.
After the excitement died down, Yan Xia put the spoils that their family had received into a storage ring.
In fact, his parents also have a storage ring, but what Ms. Su just said was...
Her ring couldn't hold it any more.
While Yan Xia was putting the things away, he was absolutely sure that this was her biological mother.
It was obvious that the flesh and blood were dirty and she felt that her ring was dirty.
It brought back long-lost childhood memories.
He vaguely remembered that when he was six or seven years old, his parents took him fishing. The fish jumped out of the water and bounced to the ground, covered in dirt and dirty.
What did his mother say at that time...
Oh, it seems...
"Xia Xia, look at that fish, it's so long and big, isn't it cute? Can you help mom pick it up and put it in the bucket?"
He seemed very happy at the time, and he really hugged the fish tightly, so much so that his face and chest were covered with dirty dirt.
Yan Xia turned his attention to Ms. Su.
Facing her younger son's hesitant expression, Su Wenyin acted calmly, but she whispered in her heart that it would be harder to deceive her son now that he had grown up.
Yan Xia shifted his gaze to his eldest brother again. He now even had reason to suspect that his eldest brother's mysophobia was caused by his own mother.
If you don’t want to touch dirty things, just let your son touch them.
Well, looking at it this way, they are indeed biological sons.
This family here makes eye contact.
Pei Xian, who was standing to their left, had a serious expression on her face and frowned. She sounded as if she had been thinking for a long time before she spoke: "I always feel like something is wrong."
The blue-robed cultivator who knew her continued, "There are indeed too many level three and four monsters."
After all, most of the disciples who entered the secret realm for training were in the foundation-building stage and the golden elixir stage.
A cultivator in the foundation-building stage would have almost no ability to fight back in a one-on-one fight against a level three demon beast.
The Wuji Sect disciple also came over to join the conversation: "I heard from my senior brother that when he came in last time, most of the monsters were level one or two, and only occasionally did he encounter a few level three monsters."
But this time when they came in, almost all the people they met were level three or above.
As soon as the Wuji Sect disciple finished speaking, a casual cultivator next to him looked as if he was overthinking it: "What's the big deal? No one has come in for five hundred years, and you're not allowing people to advance a level?"
In response to his words, the disciples from several major sects showed expressions of disapproval.
Of course, it is no problem to advance a level in five hundred years, but this is a secret realm, a secret realm specially designed for disciples at the Jindan stage and below to train.
Logically speaking, no matter whether it is five hundred years or five thousand years, the cultivation of the monsters inside will not advance too exaggeratedly, and the realm spirits will control them appropriately.
But judging by the current situation, something is obviously wrong.
As everyone was discussing the issue, the expressions of several elders in the main hall of Zhengyang Peak were also a little serious.
The silver-threaded female elder spoke first again: "What do you think, Taoist Zhengyang?"
The master of Zhengyang Peak rubbed his knuckles: "It is indeed a little different from last time."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the sect leader's eldest disciple, He Huarong, and said, "Go and tell the sect leader whether he should send more people to guard the entrance."
He Huarong nodded in agreement and left the main hall.
Naturally, the people in the secret realm were unaware of the arrangements within Zhengyang Peak.
You and I had our say, but in the end we couldn't come to a conclusion.
Pei Xian could only temporarily propose: "I suggest that everyone should not separate for the time being."
None of the twenty or thirty people present had any objection to this proposal.
When something is clearly wrong, being alone is tantamount to committing suicide, and everyone understands this.
So, when they set out again, the team in the sky became huge.
This time, Yan Xia and the other three did not fall behind the team, but followed beside Feiyu Zong.
After walking together for only a few minutes, Pei Xian slowed down and kept ahead of Yan Xia.
Then Yan Xia heard this man ask his mother: "Why does Daoist Fellow Ziyin keep looking at our Junior Brother Lekang?"
Su Wenyin raised her eyebrows and smiled calmly: "Look at him, he's cute."
The corner of Yan Xia's mouth twitched slightly, and he moved his gaze to the cute figure's back, and unsurprisingly saw the other person's pair of red ears.
Yan Xia: “…………”
He once again wondered if the bureau had made a mistake in the test.
No matter how you look at it, this person can't be equated with a dangerous person who can destroy the world. Whether it's from his appearance, personality or cultivation, he is definitely a well-protected greenhouse flower, a mimosa.
Daoist Pei Xian obviously didn't expect the other party's answer to be so straightforward. After a choked expression, he shifted his gaze to Yan Feiyue.
If she remembered correctly, this person was the Taoist partner of Fellow Daoist Ziyin.
Although she didn't understand why young people didn't pursue the great way and focus on cultivation, but instead put their minds on love, everyone has their own choices and she respected them.
Yan Feiyue shrugged: "It's really cute."
You should agree with what your wife says.
This is the implicit rule that Yan Feiyue has followed well in both of his lives.
Anyway, no matter how cute he is, my wife will still go home with him in the end.
Pei Xian: “…………”
This was one more thing she didn't understand.
The sword under Yan Xia's feet also stopped for a moment, and then he saw in front of him that the ears of the topic owner had become even redder, and the exposed neck was also red.
Yan Xia was shocked. Could this person really be a mimosa spirit?
Pei Xian didn't get the answer she wanted, so she could only let it go for the time being. On the other hand, she silently communicated with her fellow disciples, asking them to keep an eye on Junior Brother Le Kang.
This is the treasure of their sect. If it is snatched away by someone else, the master of Zhengyang Peak will not look for her due to seniority issues, but he may go to her master to fight.
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They walked and stopped along the way, and in the end Pei Xian no longer cared why the other party kept looking at their junior brother Le Kang.
Because all the monsters she encountered along the way confirmed her original doubts.
There were no ones below level three, and we even encountered quite a few at the peak of level three and early level four.
If there weren't so many people in their group, quite a few of them would have been forced to leave the secret realm by now.
Some casual cultivators were driven mad by these monsters, and pulled their hair and asked, "Are there no level 1 or 2 monsters in this secret realm?"
Yan Xia, who encountered a level 5 chicken as soon as he came in, tilted his head and thought, it turned out that the one he ate in the morning was a benefit for novices.
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In this anxious atmosphere, the first night in the secret realm arrived.
In this world, cultivators have long escaped the cycle of life and death. They usually eat fasting pills and naturally practice every minute at night.
Looking at Yan Xia who was meditating beside him: "…………"
He paused for a moment as he was about to take the tree house out of the ring, but finally continued to take it out.
He doesn’t care whether others sleep or not, he just wants to sleep.
Ms. Su Wenyin did the same thing as him, so the four of them, in the two tree houses, slept happily there.
Others who saw their actions: “…………”
The expressions on their faces are very similar, and the translation is nothing more than a central idea...
With such good talent, why don’t you seize the time to practice?
How can he sleep at such a young age?
How did the elders in my family teach me? How could they raise such a talented yet lazy person?
What a waste of natural resources!!!
The four people who had already fallen asleep didn't even see the wonderful expressions of the crowd.
As Jia Fugui had been following the four people, he naturally bore the gazes of everyone.
Jia Fugui, who was being watched by everyone, said: “…………”
What are you looking at me for? I want to practice!
Jia Fugui sat cross-legged next to the two tree houses.
Then he closed his eyes with satisfaction and began to regulate his breathing. Being so close, maybe he could get some of the genius's aura.
All around fell silent.
Yan Xia opened his eyes before dawn.
In fact, he was woken up by the noise outside.
This world is a little different from the previous one, so when he came, he asked the project team to cancel the eight-hour night sleep system.
Anyway, after testing in the last world, it has been confirmed that this function has no other bugs except that the decibel level required for waking up is a bit higher.
When you retire, you can ask Brother Buddha to lower the decibel value to retain this function.
This world doesn’t need it for the time being.
It's a dangerous place everywhere, so there's no need for quality sleep.
If he gets blown to pieces in his sleep, he will have to pay for all these materials.
Yan Xia got out of bed quietly. His brother still had his eyes closed on the other small bed.
Yan Xia used his spiritual sense to feel that his parents seemed to be still asleep.
Yan Xia pushed the door open and went out, only to find that there was a conflict between two independent cultivators. For some reason, it seemed like they had just had a fight, but now it was over.
He did not trace the source of the fight. After Yan Xia washed himself with the cleansing technique, he smacked his lips and then took out a large iron pot from his ring.
When he came, he prepared some food in advance, just in case he would be stuck in a place for a month or two and unable to leave, and would want to eat but not be able to.
Yan Xia had just thrown all the rice into the pot when a shadow appeared beside it.
Yan Xia turned his head and saw that his brother had gotten up without knowing when.
You came just in time.
Yan Xia made way: "I'll leave this place to you."
His brother can control fire better than him. It is simply the perfect tool for cooking. It can use high fire or low fire.
After handing the work in front of the pot to his brother, Yan Xia began to deal with the Wufu Chicken that he had not finished eating. He cut the chicken into shreds and threw it into the pot, adding some corn kernels.
A perfect pot of shredded chicken porridge has taken shape.
As the pot gurgled, Yan Xia felt another shadow cast beside him.
This time it was not his brother, but Jia Fugui, who had little presence but had always been following them.
Because it was not yet completely light, Yan Xia could not see the expression on Jia Fugui's face clearly. He only heard him ask after several seconds: "Fellow Daoist Zixia, what are you doing...?"
Yan Xia looked like this guy really likes asking questions even though he already knows the answer: "Making breakfast."
Jia Fugui: “…………”
Of course he knew he was making breakfast, but are there really people who eat three meals a day on time these days?
Isn't this the case only for mortals who don't know how to practice?
We are mortals, so we need to obtain energy from food. However, once we embark on the path of cultivation, the desire for food is something that should be abandoned.
Jia Fugui's voice was also the voice of everyone present, except for the Yan family of four.
Su Wenyin hadn't left the house yet, but her voice came out first: "My son, I'm very pleased."
After saying this, a big bowl appeared in his hand while he was folding up the tree house.
The next second, he took out a small stool and sat beside the pot very elegantly.
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Yan Feiyue followed suit and sat down together in sync.
What a beautiful picture of a loving mother and a filial son.
If you ignore the twenty or thirty pairs of eyes around you that are full of doubt about life.
The others were wondering whether they were wrong or this was just the way geniuses practiced these days.
Yan Xia took off the tightly covered pot lid.
In an instant, the aroma of meat and rice mixed together and hit my face. On this morning when the sun was just rising, the aroma was particularly overbearing.
Yan Xia even heard the sound of swallowing saliva.
As expected, this person could not escape the law of true fragrance at any time. He said that he had fasted, but his taste buds told his master that he did not agree.
Yan Xia first scooped a bowl for each member of his family. He cooked a lot, more than enough for everyone present.
At that time, he thought that if others didn’t want to eat it, he could just put it away and heat it up to eat at the next meal.
Yan Xia sipped his mouthful of food with satisfaction, and then asked Jia Fugui beside him: "Fellow Daoist Yuanfu, would you like to eat? Five low-grade spirit stones. Considering our previous friendship, I'll give you a 50% discount. Three low-grade spirit stones for one bowl, how about that?"
It is impossible for him to eat for free. He gets up before dawn to cook. There are so many people here, it would be a waste if he doesn't make money. Even the smallest mosquito is still meat.
Jia Fugui couldn't take his eyes off the pot of fragrant porridge. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Then I'll have a bowl too."
After he said that, he remembered that he didn't have a bowl at all. Who would put a bowl in the ring for no reason when they were already fasting?
Regarding this question, Yan Xia, who has a lot of bowls, said that since it is a business, he can of course provide the tableware, and just need to wash it after eating.
Jia Fugui stared at the other person who took out a bunch of bowls: "…………"
He couldn't understand why so many bowls were placed in the ring. The world of genius was indeed not something that a person of his ordinary aptitude could understand.
But if it’s 50% off, shouldn’t it be two and a half low-grade spirit stones?
It seems that Fellow Daoist Zixia is not very good at mathematics. He is quite good at it. Before he started practicing, he helped his family with account books.
Jia Fugui felt quite happy while drinking the porridge. It seemed that even people with outstanding natural talents have shortcomings.
Perhaps because Jia Fugui had set a good example, more and more people couldn't stand the fragrance and came to buy a bowl of porridge with spirit stones.
Yan Xia was very happy to collect the spirit stones. It turned out that people who could practice cultivation were not short of money. If this bowl of porridge was placed in a place where ordinary people lived, it would probably cost only two or three copper coins.
But for this group of cultivators, just a few spirit stones could be taken away at will, and Yan Xia felt that he had found a way to get rich.
Some people probably haven't had a proper meal for many years.
Yan Xia was still dreaming about becoming a food tycoon.
The three people beside him frowned at the same time.
Yan Xia looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
His parents and his elder brother are all more powerful than him. Does this expression mean... danger is coming? ?
As soon as this thought flashed through Yan Xia's mind, he suddenly felt a tightening around his waist, and a huge pulling force came over him.
He didn't even have time to look down before the bowl in his hand disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, the world was spinning and Yan Xia could feel himself being dragged and moved quickly, but he could not see anything clearly with his eyes open. The thing that was grabbing him was moving at an extremely fast speed.
To the point that he began to doubt whether the scream from his mother that he had just heard was an illusion or he really heard it?
When he could finally see clearly, Yan Xia found that he was in a forest.
The trees, flowers and plants here were much thicker and taller than those in the forest he saw when he first entered the secret realm.
It was so quiet all around, not even a bird chirping.
Yan Xia remained sitting on the ground, and the moment he looked up, he finally saw clearly what had kidnapped him.
The golden-tailed black monkey is an extremely intelligent exotic animal, with an IQ comparable to that of a human child, or perhaps even smarter.
Their tails can become longer or shorter depending on their level. According to the information he received, the higher the level of the monkey, the longer the tail can become, and some can even reach hundreds or thousands of meters.
At this time, the monkey's tail had already retracted.
Yan Xia just watched the other person...
Holding his bowl, drinking the leftover porridge.
Yan Xia: “…………”
I can’t have this bowl anymore.
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