Jiang Li was a little embarrassed, but quickly came to his senses and thought, I haven't done anything bad, so what is there to be embarrassed about?
"Junior Sister Qiu Hua has been feeling a little unwell lately, so she came to my place to get some medicine. But I'm not a professional doctor, so if the situation doesn't get better, you'll still have to find someone to see her."
Jiang Li then discovered that Shenshan Qiuhua's face was indeed somewhat flushed, and her breathing did not seem very stable.
It seems that something has indeed gone wrong.
Most of the cultivators coming from Dachong Mountain are experienced practitioners above the Jindan stage.
The two of them are of similar age, have similar cultivation levels, are both female cultivators, and because of Jiang Li, they have certain interactions on a daily basis. During this period of time, their relationship suddenly improved without them noticing.
Shenshan Qiuhua suddenly felt unwell these days, so she came to Xiaosi to ask for some pills to help regulate her breathing.
"I'm fine. I might have been a little anxious during my training. This has happened before. I'll be fine after taking some pills and resting for a few days. Don't worry about me."
"Did something go wrong with your training? Take a break for a while. Junior Sister Qiu Hua, you are practicing both water and fire, so you have to be more careful when practicing."
Shenshan Qiuhua did not practice dual-attribute skills like Jiang Li, but the two sword techniques of Shushan, practicing both water and fire at the same time. It is no exaggeration to say that his daily practice is like walking on thin ice.
But since she has already built up her foundation, it should be much safer than before. Hearing her say this, Jiang Li felt relieved.
"By the way, Senior Brother Jiang Li, what are you doing here?"
After talking about Shenshan Qiuhua, Xiao Si looked at Jiang Li again. They had a good relationship, but this former junior brother of Jiang Li and now the senior brother of the alliance leader had always been a person who would not visit Jiang Li for no reason.
Since you're here, you probably have something to ask her.
"The most important purpose is of course to visit Senior Sister Xiao Si and Junior Sister Qiu Hua. Of course, I have something else that I need your help with, Xiao Si."
"I heard that you guys restored an ancient recipe for regenerating a broken limb last time, and it requires dragon blood and flesh as the main ingredient. Maybe you can try this."
Jiang Li comforted Shenshan Qiuhua with a few words, and then took out some dragon flesh and a piece of dragon bone that he had left in his hands.
As soon as the dragon blood and bones were exposed to the air, a murderous aura spread out.
The cultivation base of Senior Sister Xiao Si and Shenshan Qiuhua was still relatively shallow. When they were hit by the evil spirit, they retreated more than ten steps.
"Good! Such a fierce and evil spirit!"
"Brother Jiang, where did you get this minced dragon meat? This grade is incredible!"
For cultivators, general limb injuries, such as limb mutilation caused by knife or axe chopping, are more difficult to recover from, but as long as you find a reliable medical practitioner or alchemist and spend some spirit stones, it is not difficult to grow or replace a new limb.
There are even many independent cultivators who would deliberately replace their body parts with organs from monsters in order to increase their own combat power. Jiang Li once encountered such an independent cultivator.
But the problem is that in the world of immortal cultivation, not all fights are fought with kitchen knives. There are all kinds of new methods and stubborn and fatal injuries.
Injuries caused by some special means are not so easy to repair.
For example, the abbot of Cihang Temple, Master Le Ku, lost his eye and arm, which have not grown back yet.
The Buddhist practice of self-sacrifice can forcibly transfer one's own injuries to certain limbs, and then achieve the effect of eliminating fatal injuries by abandoning certain limbs.
This is a powerful Zen skill that can turn the situation around in an emergency, but this part of the limb that has been abandoned, even if it is really abandoned, cannot be saved by ordinary methods.
Master Liao Ku was an important figure and fighting force in Dachongshan. It was a pity that he lost an eye and an arm.
It was not until recently that the ancient pill recipe restored by Xiao Si and Ma Minglou, the alchemy elder of Bailian Mountain, gave Master Le Ku a glimmer of hope.
Jiang Li had also seen the vitality of the Jiao beast. It could hold on for so long under the effect of the living sacrifice on the altar. Using its essence, blood and flesh as medicine, it should not be a problem to repair its limbs.
But now that the recipe for the pill is ready, the materials become a problem. If one wants to make a "Golden Dragon Pill for Renewing the Body" that can be effective for a cultivator at the God Transformation stage, one needs the flesh and blood of a dragon beast at the God Transformation stage as the material.
In this era, powerful beasts like the Jiao beast that carry the blood of ancient dragons are extremely rare, let alone a Jiao beast at the deity level.
At least in the Dachongshan area, they have never seen such a thing.
Even in the transaction history of the auction house in Fengyang City, there were only two records of this happening, and each time it was sold at a sky-high price.
And if you try to capture it yourself, the famous exotic beast like the Jiao beast has infinite strength and can turn rivers upside down, and its combat power is far superior to that of human cultivators of the same level.
Even if such an existence is really discovered, with the power of Cihang Temple alone, even if all its forces come out, it may not be able to take it down.
If Jiang Li could use these flesh, blood and bones to help Ku refine a body-renewing pill, then Cihang Temple would owe him a huge favor.
"This is something I got unexpectedly. I'll ask the top-level alchemist to work with you to see if you can make one or two Golden Dragon Pills for the renewal of the body."
"Here, let me try."
Jiang Li wanted to use the flesh and blood of this Rakshasa dragon beast to refine the Golden Dragon Pill.
On the one hand, he felt that as his strength improved, his recovery state gradually fell behind. He needed some powerful recovery state to make up for this "shortcoming".
On the other hand, Abbot Liao Ku is also a close friend of the Chongshan Alliance. If Jiang Li can help him recover from his injuries, he will naturally help him.
Of course, given the character of Cihang Temple, they would definitely not take such precious things for free, so we have to reluctantly borrow the relics from Cihang Temple for a period of time.
Jiang Li fully understood the benefits of Ananda's blood and tears, but the speed of their output was too slow.
If the statue could receive the blessing of Buddhist relics, the wishes of all people in the statue would grow faster, and when it collides with the chaotic will within it, the speed at which blood and tears are produced would naturally be greatly accelerated.
By then, he would completely neutralize the jar of lord-level crazy blood and use it on himself. Jiang Li's strength would surely usher in another breakthrough.
This is really exciting just to think about.
After obtaining the flesh and blood of the Rakshasa Black Dragon, Senior Sister Xiao Si immediately asked someone to start refining the elixir. Of course, this level of elixir must be made by an alchemist at least at the Nascent Soul level. Her cultivation was too low to even get close to the flesh and blood.
After dealing with some trivial matters, Chongshan League gradually got back on track.
The internal situation of the Dachongshan immortal cultivation world became more and more united and harmonious. The joint forces boarded large transport flying boats, left their hometown in an orderly manner, and stationed in the former defense base of the Mo Sect.
Repairing the formation, drawing talismans, forging magic weapons, refining elixirs, all preparations for war were arranged in full swing.
The top leaders of Chongshan League worked hard for this, while Jiang Li, who was temporarily not interested in power, was in his coffin, happily playing the game of wooling the sheep with the Shura clone of the Asura world.
Blood crystals, crazy stones, dripping blood ore, hanging silk, and various products unique to the Asura world were sent over little by little by the Asura clone, making the collection in Jiang Li's coffin even richer and fuller.
. . . . .
The Ghost King Wasteland is an extremely dark place that is often shrouded in dark clouds and fog. During this period of time, due to the irregular appearance of a certain overlapping illusion, many fearless monks from the Eastern Region have flocked here.
With the nourishment of the flesh and blood of the Rakshasa Black Dragon, the sword cultivator's avatar that has broken through to the Jindan stage and six Jindan stage stubborn stone cultivators have been wandering here for more than a month.
But there seems to be nothing here except wasteland, skeletons and undead. It is barren and dangerous, no wonder it is unpopular.
"Quiet!"
Two kilometers ahead, a black whirlwind suddenly rose from the ground.
Then, a huge translucent shadow appeared in the air.
"Damn it! It's a ghost king!"
The sword cultivator's clone cursed in a low voice, then suddenly raised his right hand and hit his own heart hard.
It was as if a switch was pressed. The heart that had been beating strongly suddenly stopped. Jiang Li's clone lost his life in an instant and fell straight to the ground.
Dead?
The other six stubborn stone monks also decisively bit their back teeth, and a poison bag hidden inside burst immediately. The highly toxic liquid instantly flowed into their internal organs, causing them to immediately fall into a state of suspended animation that was close to real death.
Their blood circulation stopped, their organs stopped functioning, and their souls began to semi-leave their bodies, making them look not much different from real death.
Ghosts of the level of the Ghost King are so terrifying that even a Divine Transformation cultivator would turn around and run away if they saw them.
Because they not only have a huge crushing position in terms of rank, but also ghosts without flesh and blood and eyes, what they observe is life and soul. This kind of thing cannot disappear if it is a living person.
So a monk once joked that the best way to avoid the sight of the Ghost King is to commit suicide.
However, the monk's joke, to someone who was paying attention, was like a bolt from the blue, opening the door to a new world.
Who can say that suicide is not a good solution?
Jiang Li's sword-cultivating clone experienced a long period of half-life and half-death in the ruins of the Black Lotus Sect.
This gave him a special ability, which was the ability to switch to a state of suspended animation at any time.
However, the other six stubborn stone hermits do not have this convenient ability.
Jiang Li prepared a bottle of pills for each of them, one pill at a time, to be embedded in the back teeth, and they would take effect as soon as they bit down.
In fact, it is not a very precious thing. It is just a test version of the Bailianshan Immortal Pill series during the experimental stage.
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It does not have the ability to ignore injuries, and has almost only side effects. Once eaten, it can put people into a state close to death and keep the soul in the body for a period of time.
Having lost their life force, they look no different from ordinary ghosts.
This was originally a worthless test version, but Jiang Li took a fancy to its only advantage.
This state of suspended animation is reversible.
They didn't expect to make the Ghost Kings unable to find them, but he made those powerful Ghost Kings not interested in them, and that was enough.
Sure enough, after taking a look at them, the huge phantom turned around and slowly floated away without interest.
A chilling wind blew past, which was deadly enough for mortals.
On the barren ground, a "corpse" suddenly sat up straight.
The heart in the chest began to beat slowly, and the gray skin of the sword cultivator's clone soon turned red.
After coming out of the state of suspended animation, he quickly took out a porcelain bottle and stuffed six antidotes into the mouths of the six stubborn stone hermits.
The suspended animation on them was released, and they came back to life one by one, spurting out black blood.
They don't have the convenience of having a sword cultivator's clone. This state close to true death is extremely damaging to the body, no less than being beaten up by a physical cultivator of the same level. If it happens a few more times, it is not certain whether they can survive.
However, it was also because of this method that they were able to stay in the Ghost King Wasteland for such a long time.
"Lord Zhuohong, let's go quickly. It will be bad if the Ghost King comes back."
Zhuohong is the code name of the sword cultivator's clone after he puts on the mask.
After a stubborn hermit recovered his breath, he made this suggestion. They had always done this before. When they saw such dangerous high-level ghosts, they would avoid them if possible or hide from them.
But this time, Jiang Li's clone looked in the direction the Ghost King left, but did not turn around and leave.
"Lord Zhuohong, aren't we leaving?"
The six hermits supported each other to stand up, and they couldn't wait to leave. But the decision of the sword cultivator's clone made them extremely uncomfortable.
"No, let's follow them!"
Jiang Li thought that they must have fallen into a misunderstanding.
They had known for a long time that these high-level ghosts would be attracted to the illusion of the underworld, but during this period of time, for safety reasons, they had been doing the opposite of what these ghosts did.
Perhaps this is the reason why no discoveries were made in a month.
"This... But that's the Ghost King. If we follow him now, we'll just be courting death."
Even a parasitic monk would be afraid of death.
These guys were the ones who had attacked Jiang Li before, but were convinced by reason and ate the Nine Netherworld Fruit. They had no choice but to obey Jiang Li's thoughts.
The group of seven people dispersed, lowered their own aura, and rushed in the direction where the Ghost King had just left.
One li, two li, five li, ten li, fifty li, one hundred li.
Because they were afraid of being discovered by high-level ghosts, they did not dare to use their spiritual energy to fly, and could only run on the ground with their two legs. Naturally, their speed was not even a little bit slower than before.
After running for about a hundred miles, the sword cultivator's clone gradually discovered something different.
There seemed to be a familiar smell in the air.
As soon as the consciousness was communicated, Jiang Li's real body appeared instantly.
With just a sniff, you can quickly tell them apart.
“This is the scent of red spider lily!”
Jiang Li's eyes lit up. Although the yin energy in the Ghost King Wasteland was strong, the land was barren and it was impossible for the red spider lilies to reproduce on a large scale here.
He reached out his hand again and grabbed out a handful of bright red powder in the air.
This is the pollen of red spider lily. To reach this level, there must be a large red spider lily field nearby.
Apart from his burial coffin, the only other place that could produce red spider lilies of this size is the legendary underworld.
"Hmm? Is this... a rut?"
The clone continued to approach, and Jiang Li soon saw several traces not far away. There were also many footprints around the traces.
The traces are very recent, so they probably weren't there for very long.
But why use a carriage here? And why did this group of people appear here at all?
Or is it that the appearance of this underworld illusion is related to this group of people?
"It seems that this illusion may not be formed naturally."
He tapped his heart again with his right hand, and his body fell into a state of suspended animation. All attributes of his body dropped to less than 30% of their original levels, but he was still able to maintain his mobility and walked along the wheel tracks.
After another quarter of an hour of traveling, Jiang Li controlled his clone to stop, and the wheel tracks under his feet suddenly stopped here.
What happened? There were no signs of fighting, it didn't look like they were attacked. Did a group of people fly away at the same time? Otherwise, this group of people suddenly disappeared here.
Just as Jiang Li was thinking, an extremely cold aura suddenly appeared from behind him.
Jiang Li knew without looking back that this must be another ghost king.
Being in a state of suspended animation, the sword cultivator's clone could not break out in a cold sweat, but the feeling of oppression also made him unable to move at all.
Fortunately, this phantom, which was over a hundred meters tall, didn't even look at the sword cultivator's clone on the ground, and floated forward on its own. Then the phantom, which was a hundred meters tall, shrank rapidly, and in front of Jiang Li, it transformed into a woman in red and gradually disappeared.
Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought that this clone would be scrapped.
However, after seeing what happened just now and the scene, he already knew where the disappearing wheel tracks were going, and he controlled his clone to move forward.
With every step he took, the surrounding environment changed a little. After ten steps, it was as if a layer of fog was torn apart in front of Jiang Li, and a field of swaying red flowers and yellow grass appeared before his eyes.
These are the companion red spider lilies and forget-me-nots.
(End of this chapter)