Chapter 173 Breeding
"Brother Yan, this business...Jiushan Sect will not do it for the time being."
Zheng Fa rejected Yan Wushuang's evil proposal.
The reason for the refusal was very simple: the main reason was that Zheng Fa's intention was not to produce talismans on a large scale, but to kill as many disciples of the Demon Sect as possible.
Of course if we draw more blood from them alive, then wouldn't there be fewer dead disciples of the Demon Sect?
It doesn't fit his purpose.
Moreover, there are too many disciples in the Demon Sect, far from the point where they need to be artificially bred...
According to Lin Bufan, the Guangda Zizai Demon Sect has a population of over 100 million. Among them, if the proportion of people who can practice cultivation is calculated based on the proportion of cultivators in the Xuanwei Realm, there must be at least several thousand or tens of thousands.
If we take into account the special bloodline of the Demon Ancestor, the number of people would probably be much higher.
If there are only two or three big cats and small cats left in the Demon Sect in the future, Zheng Fa will consider establishing a protection zone for Demon Sect monks...
After all, the market for talismans is far from unlimited. Even if he only relies on the current bounty, Uncle Pang is worried that the price of talismans will fall.
The talisman also failed to solve the problem of talisman paper and spiritual ink. No matter how much blood the disciples of the Demon Sect had, it would be useless.
Hearing Zheng Fa's refusal, Yan Wushuang looked a little disappointed. He thought for a while and said, "Sell it at a low price."
“…”
This guy is really short of money! "Brother Yan, this is really not possible. If my Jiushan Sect has so many more demon disciples, I won't have to do anything."
Zheng Fa sighed.
Farming also costs money.
What's more, this thing would attract much more hatred from the Demon Sect than buying blood. Even Uncle Pang probably wouldn't dare to raise it.
Yan Wushuang nodded, as if he understood.
He then asked, "Is the previous reward confirmed to be valid?"
"Of course."
Looking at Yan Wushuang walking away, Zheng Fa turned around and saw that Lin Bufan's face looked a little strange.
"What's wrong?"
He asked.
"Sir, I came here on my own accord, without asking for any spirit stones." Lin Bufan suddenly said, "How about you let Li Nuo draw some more blood from me?"
“…”
No, this is all going to roll? ...
In the Five Dragons Palace, Uncle Pang was rarely playing games. He did not show it on his face, but his spiritual awareness was always on Zheng Fa's room.
In the past few days, the fluctuations of Zheng Fa's spiritual energy have become more and more intense during his practice, showing signs of a breakthrough.
He couldn't help but be more attentive.
Now that the market has released the bounty, it is possible that it will really anger the Great Freedom Demon Sect. Zheng Fa's role in this is no big secret, and he is also afraid that someone will plot against Zheng Fa.
In Zheng Fa's room, the spiritual energy rose and fell like the tide, and finally a small vortex appeared.
Uncle Pang showed a smile on his face. Zheng Fa had a solid foundation. His breakthrough was fast but steady. Now he was actually advancing faster than Junior Brother Zhang. His own disciples were far behind.
Thinking of this, he swept his spiritual sense and fell on the other disciples in the Five Dragons Palace.
Several of his disciples happened to be walking by the small hall where Zheng Fa was, and seemed to have seen this breakthrough.
A disciple said:
"Junior Brother Zheng has made a breakthrough? He should be at the ninth level of Qi training now, right?"
The other disciples nodded slightly upon hearing this, but none of them said anything, with a somewhat gloomy look on their faces.
Uncle Pang couldn't help but feel comforted when he saw this. Although these disciples of his own could not compare to Zheng Fa, they still had some sense of shame. With Zheng Fa around, they would probably try their best in future cultivation.
“It’s too slow…”
He heard a disciple break the silence.
"?"
Uncle Pang showed confusion on his face. From the time Zheng Fa entered the martial arts world to the ninth level of Qi training, his speed could be said to be one of the fastest in the Jiushan Sect. Judging from his current speed of advancement, it is possible that he has established his foundation faster than Uncle Zhang.
His disciple actually said that Zheng Fa's cultivation was too slow? What he didn't expect was that other disciples also nodded, seeming to agree.
The disciple continued, "Why can't Junior Brother Zheng build his foundation this year, form a golden elixir next year, and form a Yuanying the year after, and directly take over the position of the head of the sect?"
“…”
Uncle Pang twitched his mouth.
No, why is the protagonist of your dream still someone else's? But at this time, he saw several other disciples sighing.
“It doesn’t need to be the Nascent Soul next year. Once he forms a Core, he might be able to take on the responsibility of the head of the sect. Then the Discipline Institute will be under his control!” A disciple thought for a while and said softly, “At that time, we can at least follow Junior Brother Zheng in name.”
Discipline House...
Isn't the Discipline Court under my jurisdiction? After figuring out what these disciples were expecting, Uncle Pang couldn't help but look towards Zheng Fa's courtyard.
Where is the Yuanying of the Great Freedom Demon Sect? Are you a turtle?
So tolerant!
…
In the Thunder Pool, most of the disciples of the Great Freedom Demon Sect have not heard of the reward yet.
Several disciples of the Great Freedom Demon Sect huddled together and moved forward cautiously in the thunder pool.
"Brother, how long do we have to finish this patrol?"
A young disciple asked a middle-aged man beside him.
The middle-aged man seemed to be the leader of these people. He shook his head and said, "Our secret place has been exposed. The higher-ups told us to be careful and not let anyone sneak in."
"The ones above...they are so powerful, why are you still afraid of them?"
“No matter how powerful they are, they have been hiding in the secret realm for tens of thousands of years and dare not come out. If the Saint Ancestor does not show up, our Saint Sect cannot defeat the Immortal Sect.” The middle-aged man shook his head and said, “If it weren’t for this Thunder Pool, I’m afraid the Immortal Sect would have invaded the secret realm long ago - maybe there are great cultivators nearby watching.”
"There is a powerful person... Isn't this sending us to die?"
The disciple grumbled to himself and seemed extremely dissatisfied.
"Who are we? Those great monks don't even look at us..." The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Besides, they don't dare to enter this forbidden pool."
"Aren't there still those immortal sect disciples?"
Hearing him say this, the middle-aged man laughed silently, as if laughing at his ignorance.
Seeing his expression, the disciple looked a little indignant.
But I didn't dare to speak.
Apparently, the patrol was boring, so the middle-aged man answered his question again: "Do you think the outside world is the same as our secret realm?"
"There has been peace outside for a thousand years. Although those immortal sect disciples have a world under their control, they have no ambition to make progress. Think about our secret realm - there has never been a day without fighting. Who among us has not walked out of a pile of dead bodies?"
"...Brother, what are you saying?" The disciple's eyes lit up.
“Let me tell you, putting aside the difference in cultivation, these immortal sect disciples from the outside world cherish their lives more than one, and they are not as good at fighting as our Saint Sect disciples!” The middle-aged man said with some pride: “The emergence of the secret realm is unexpected, but I think it is also an opportunity for us to achieve great things! If they stay in the secret realm, it’s fine. But if they come out, we will let them see the power of our Saint Sect.”
"Especially in this thunder pond, those weak disciples of the immortal sects would not dare to come here, even if they come, if we run into them, wouldn't it be a good opportunity for us to give them spiritual stones and treasures?"
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“The Immortal Sect, huh, how could they understand the hardships we have endured… I heard from my fellow brothers outside that most of the disciples of the Immortal Sect are weak in character and unfamiliar with fighting, and are definitely not our opponents… If the Saint Ancestor had not been born, we would have already swept the world.”
When the other disciples of the Demon Sect heard this, they also felt that there was some truth in it.
There was anticipation on their faces.
"careful!"
One of the disciples suddenly sounded the alarm.
The middle-aged man's heart tightened and he tilted his head back, barely avoiding a ray of silver light.
"who!"
Feeling the cold pain on his earlobe, he couldn't help but yelled angrily.
"who!"
I didn't expect that there was someone shouting in the dark.
"Didn't we agree to attack together and share the spoils equally?"
He looked in the direction where the voice was being spoken, and gazes fell on him like tigers and wolves.
The silver light flew back to the hand of an old man with a goatee. He smiled shyly and explained in a low voice: "I was a little excited in front of this spirit stone... My hands are shaking."
The middle-aged man from the Demon Sect felt that he seemed to understand, but he really understood nothing.
When they looked again, they found that they were surrounded.
Nearly twenty monks of unknown origin surrounded them from all sides.
That look made the middle-aged man feel like a tiger or wolf.
At the side, the disciple who asked the question earlier said in a trembling voice: "Brother... didn't they say that the outside world has been peaceful for a long time? Why do these people look more ferocious than us?"
Middle-aged people also have this feeling...
"Remember! Don't rush to take blood. There is someone in charge. You can share it equally later!" Someone from the group of monks surrounding them shouted.
The next moment, attacks rained down on them.
…
The middle-aged man from the Great Freedom Demon Sect was covered in wounds and was fleeing in a panic towards the entrance of the secret realm.
He felt a little relieved in his heart. Although there were many cultivators from the outside world, their cultivation levels were uneven and they lacked experience in fighting.
It did save his life from the siege.
There was just one thing he didn't quite understand - these people were not very interested in killing people, but they were very interested in their blood.
There are even people who are collecting the blood shed by their wounds...
As he fled back, he discovered some unusual signs——
I don't know when, many monks appeared here.
They may be alone or in groups, but their goal is the same: to become the disciples of the Great Freedom Demon Sect!
He has seen many of his fellow disciples being killed.
This made him even more frightened.
Just as he was about to reach the secret realm, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Huh? Another one?"
A tall and big figure flew towards him.
What frightened him was that this man was holding a fellow disciple of the Great Freedom Holy Church in his hand.
The middle-aged man used the Demonic Shadow to try to escape.
Unexpectedly, this person suddenly flashed and turned into lightning, blocking his way and hitting him with a palm.
Thunder flashed in the man's palm and landed on him, paralyzing him all over, leaving him with no power to resist.
The middle-aged man collapsed into this man's hands and could be heard mumbling before he passed out.
"If Brother Zheng Dao doesn't want to raise him, can't I?"
"Two should be enough. Draw blood every other day. He should be able to live for a long time. Come back and catch him if he starves to death."
“Still fresh.”
When the middle-aged man heard this, he felt dizzy in front of his eyes and finally understood why the group of monks had behaved like that before.
He closed his eyes and his lips trembled, wishing he could curse out loud:
Is it so brutal outside?
Who the hell is the evil cult?
(End of this chapter)