Shenshan Qiuhua's eyelashes trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Jiang Li... Senior Brother."
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Li, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. Her face turned red out of habit, but soon turned pale again.
After waking up from the coma, she still didn't understand what had happened.
"Don't move, calm your breath, and take a nap if you're tired."
Shenshan Qiuhua wanted to think, but the severe headache and fatigue forced her to close her eyes and curl up in Jiang Li's arms.
Jiang Li held Shenshan Qiuhua in his arms, and pure wood-attributed spiritual energy was continuously transmitted into her body.
If it weren't for his spiritual energy to maintain his health, Shenshan Qiuhua would vomit blood every time he said a word.
Jiang Li already had dozens of healing spells and elixirs on him, and later he took an earth-grade elixir, the Golden Dragon Pill.
With the help of these states, even if he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he could recover most of it within ten breaths.
After a long period of research, he discovered that although he could not directly mobilize the hidden energy of these healing states.
But if he used the wood-attributed spiritual energy alone to perform healing spells, he could also bring out some of the energy.
Therefore, although Jiang Li only learned the basic "Spring Bringing Technique" casually, the effect he can achieve is equivalent to that of a professional medical team.
If a Shushan sword cultivator's natal flying sword is damaged, it can usually cost him half his life in one blow.
Shenshan Qiuhua happened to have two natal flying swords, which were forcibly refined in the past few days and suffered severe damage twice. If it were not for a special energy in his body that protected the core origin.
She might have died in that wine jar a long time ago.
However, Jiang Li didn't feel that this energy was the effect of a magic weapon.
I still remember that at the foot of the Demon-Suppressing Tower at the Five Elements Peak of Shu Mountain, an old country turtle used his turtle treasure to discover the peculiarities of Shenshan Qiuhua.
The last time he saw her, Shenshan Qiuhua's body also showed some abnormalities. This energy might have appeared from then.
Jiang Li could only feel that the quality of that power was very high, but he couldn't recognize its specific origin.
He continued to heal Shenshan Qiuhua's injuries and waved his hand to summon a large number of wood monsters.
Some of the wood monsters sent the group of bewildered children nearby back home, while others went to rescue the other people trapped in the jar.
The monks from Chongshan League were also found in the broken jar.
Their injuries were not serious; they were subdued by absolute force.
After taking a few pills, it wasn't a big problem to regulate my breathing on my own.
Later, when checking the storage bags of those people, Jiang Li found many boxes with fresh-keeping functions inside.
After opening it, they found that there were thousands of heads inside.
Why on earth would these guys do such a thing?
The heads of these mortal children are not spiritual materials or objects. At most, they can be made into a few middle to lower grade yellow-level magic weapons using some unorthodox methods. They are not even upper grade yellow-level.
There is even a Nascent Soul in this team of six people, something that they should not even look down upon.
What on earth are they after? Who would want the head of a mortal?
After several of the least injured monks from the Chongshan League woke up from their breathing exercises, Jiang Li also learned about what had happened to them.
It was Shenshan Qiuhua, who had awakened a special talent, who heard the cries of countless wronged children's souls below.
They then landed on the ground to check the situation, and happened to run into the convoy led by those six people.
Unfortunately, they were too weak to perform their duties as heroes and were captured and thrown into a wine jar as soon as they met.
There was not even enough time to send out a distress signal.
I have to say that Shenshan Qiuhua has to take the blame for this.
With the personalities of other experienced people, it is unlikely that they would stop and meddle in other people's business. Perhaps it was because of the identity of the little princess of the Shenshan family that they had to violate the rules.
"You have worked hard. Get up quickly and have a good rest after you go back. I will personally compensate you for the lost magic weapons and elixirs."
Several monks who were kneeling on the ground and apologizing were helped up by the wood demon soldiers and placed aside.
Soon after, Elder Mu and others who received the news also rushed over.
Elder Mu thanked Jiang Li repeatedly. If it weren't for Jiang Li, the longer this situation lasted, the more dangerous it would be, and the lower the chance of recovery would be.
The reason we were able to find it this time was, firstly, Jiang Li’s wide-ranging net, and secondly, luck.
With the continued nourishment of Jiang Li's spiritual energy, Shenshan Qiuhua's injuries finally stabilized.
But the damage to the soul is not so easy to repair.
Even if you make tea with red spider lilies and porridge with forget-me-nots every day, you will still need at least a month of recuperation.
The matter was resolved without any danger. After cleaning up the battlefield, the group took the flying boat back to the base.
But for Jiang Li, this is far from the end.
After leaving Shenshan Qiuhua, Jiang Li walked into the burial coffin alone.
Inside, the few wandering cultivators who had been dragged in earlier were now being hung on the trees like bacon.
Their bodies were not dead, but their souls were dragged out and were being fried repeatedly in a frying pan.
Jiang Li used a similar technique to that used in the Fengdu dungeon, so that even if the soul was subjected to excessive torture, it would not dissipate so easily. It could endure the pain over and over again.
These guys have quite a high level of cultivation, and they are still able to maintain a clear mind after a day of torture.
When he saw Jiang Li coming in, he immediately begged for mercy and shouted.
"Senior! Please spare me! Please spare me! They are the ones who ordered me to do this! I will never dare to do it again!"
"We have parents, wives and children at home! Please give us another chance!"
"We...we gave all our savings to you, and we really won't do it again!"
They struggled and shouted in the frying pan, but they seemed to be in good spirits.
With a wave of his hand, six branches stretched out and hooked out five living souls and one dead soul in the oil pan.
The six fragile souls felt like they were reborn after leaving the frying pan. They quickly expressed their gratitude to Jiang Li and said that they would work like slaves in their next life to repay his kindness of not killing them.
"Tell me who you are working for. What are those children and heads for?"
"This... Senior, we are just a few casual cultivators without any orders from anyone. We... ah!"
The person who was speaking was thrown into the oil pan by Jiang Li again.
"Who's going to try to cheat me next?"
Jiang Li originally thought that independent cultivators were always people without moral integrity, but he didn't expect that these guys could still keep up a tough talk even after their souls were hooked out.
"Sir, all our savings are deposited in the Yunlai Inn in Fengyang City."
"We really don't know anything else, please..."
Then he was also stuffed into the frying pan.
The others had just been bombed for a day, but they didn't want to go back, so they quickly explained.
"Sir, we really can't tell anyone. If we tell anyone, we will die! All our family members and children will be killed."
Then, all of them followed suit.
Jiang Li frowned. He could have used the spiritual root seeds to control them directly, but these guys were too scumbags, and Jiang Li didn't want to give them a chance to "reform."
However, with such a firm attitude, perhaps there is something wrong.
The Nine Netherwood probed into the soul and searched it, trying to force some useful information out of it.
What a powerful ban!
No wonder they would never tell anyone.
This restriction is extremely sensitive. As long as their souls are detected or altered, or if they try to tell the truth, it will explode immediately without any room for easing.
If you eat the seed of the spiritual root, it will also parasitize and modify the underlying soul of the host. In this case, you will probably explode if you eat it.
That force would only recruit independent cultivators with families and children. Each independent cultivator could only carry out one or two missions, and would take action once every few years, roaming around and committing crimes, with the old cultivating the new, repeating the cycle.
Holding a handle that the monks could not get rid of, they set up this kind of restriction.
Using such meticulous means to keep a secret, there must be something fishy going on.
If you can't get the answer directly, then you can only try to fish.
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A few days later, a convoy was driving slowly in the night.
They looked like an ordinary mortal caravan, but the direction they were heading was gradually moving away from human gathering places.
They showed no intention of stopping until a lake appeared at the end of the road.
When the convoy reached the lake, the calm water suddenly began to ripple slightly.
The river in front of them split in the middle, revealing a path that led down.
After the convoy passed in, the lake closed again, leaving no trace on the surface.
Walking along the passage under the lake, a stone door marked with strange runes appeared in front.
"Jia, Shen, Bing, Chou, Yin, Si, Wu, Shen, You."
A Nascent Soul cultivator got down from the carriage, and a string of chaotic Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches burst out of his mouth.
This was the agreed-upon code. After a moment, the stone door in front opened automatically.
Inside was a dark and empty crypt.
"You are late."
After the convoy entered, they could see familiar wine jars and boxes placed everywhere.
It's obvious what's inside.
This team is not the only one, there are many other scumbags helping them do evil.
A group of people gathered around to unload the goods, and a monk with an account book came up to count the quantity.
"I'm sorry, Master Zhubu, something happened and I was delayed."
Several independent cultivators hurried forward to explain.
"The number we brought back is still a little small. Where are the mortal executioners you were asked to bring? You can only cut a few by yourself."
"Hmm? As I recall, there are six of you. There's still one left.
The chief clerk shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with their work.
"Never mind, it's you who can't seize the opportunity."
"You guys, what do you want to do next time?"
A child's head is worth five spirit stones, and a spirit root seedling is worth one hundred spirit stones.
If you are a cultivator with some skills, you can also sell extra spirit stones at a very high price based on your talent for cultivation.
This price completely subverts the perception of the world of immortal cultivation.
In any random town, there are thousands of mortal children that can be tricked out.
After this trip, each of them easily earned tens of thousands of spirit stones.
This was something they usually had to gain, risking their lives and spending a lot of time.
But now, all they need to do is to drive the carriage around, show their conscience and keep it secret.
The conscience of a group of casual cultivators would sell it for a few hundred spirit stones, let alone the starting price of tens of thousands of spirit stones.
The chief clerk simply paid the spirit stones and cast a spell to change the restrictions in their minds.
After leaving here, all memories related to this place will disappear within a few days.
Only those who are ready to do it a second time can retain some of the memories.
A few years later, I was notified to carry out the mission again.
The five of them left the cave under the lake and immediately dispersed on their own.
According to the rules, they are not allowed to fly within a hundred miles of here, and they are not allowed to meet privately for at least a few months after leaving.
But under the cover of night, several fox demons, some black and some white, quietly followed them from behind.
The brilliant magic of their innate ability caused them to lose their way without them noticing, and they eventually reunited in a jungle dozens of miles away.
They didn't even see each other and ran into a coffin one after another.
Jiang Li couldn't break through the restriction directly, but he could modify the memories of these five people outside the restriction.
After torturing them until they collapsed mentally, he used Qin Shuman's Shushan Illusion Records of the Floating Life and the Tushan Fox Demon's talent for illusion to erase the five people's memories after they met him.
Only the leader at the Nascent Soul level is in some trouble.
However, by taking out the finger bones of the nine-tailed fox demon Daji, he easily broke through the opponent's will.
He used illusion to weave some reasonable experiences for them, and then asked these people to go and deliver the goods with the original "goods" and some of Jiang Li's parasitic puppets.
Then after leaving the delivery location, they were controlled by the fox demon and fell into the trap.
As long as they fail to discover the trick of the host puppet, it is equivalent to carrying a locator.
Jiang Li wanted to see what these guys were trying to do.
. . . .
Machinery City, front line.
Once again, they were hit by the tide of sea beasts.
The densely packed fish fins are crowded in the turbid water.
The countless traps and blood in the Mechanical City dyed a large area red.
With the Thousand Spirit Ball as the core, the entire city has exerted several times more power than before.
The sea driftwood forests scattered around the city also played a huge role in resisting tens of thousands of sea beasts.
Coupled with the top combat power of Dachongshan, the Chongshan League could barely hold on.
Jiang Li, standing on the top of the city, released a huge amount of spiritual energy to constantly restore the scope of the Nine Netherworld Tree World.
He also used the Guanyin Heart Sutra to detect the armored ogre hidden in the beast tide. Once discovered, the incarnation monk standing beside him would strike it with thunder and kill it.
"This time, the armor-faced ogre's attack always felt a bit deliberate."
Jiang Li raised his hand, and a smooth branch slowly grew out from his wrist.
The branch was initially pointing backwards, but is now moving forward at a fairly fast speed.
(End of this chapter)