"Heart Demon Beads, haha, these cultivators are obsessed with improving their cultivation. A ninth-level cultivator who has not even comprehended the realm of artistic conception has only a lot of cultivation, but when he encounters those cultivators who have comprehended the realm of artistic conception, he will be completely vulnerable!"
The governor looked at these so-called high-level monks in the manor and couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile on his face when they left.
“I don’t know whether the disciples from Wanfa Sect have comprehended the artistic conception. However, if they have, then the Heart Demon Beads will have no appeal to them!” Thinking of this, the governor’s heart sank and he couldn’t help but sigh.
A day later, a soldier came in to report.
"Report, Governor, the disciples of the Wanfa Sect have arrived."
"Please come in, no, I will come to greet you personally!"
Wu Shaoan was overjoyed, it had finally arrived. The demonic disaster had been weighing on his mind for so long that he felt a little breathless. Now that the disciples of the Wanfa Sect had arrived, no matter whether the demonic disaster could be resolved or not, the pressure had been transferred away from him.
"I have already explained the dangers of this demonic disaster very clearly in the official documents. Now that the news has reached the Wanfa Sect, the disciple sent down will definitely not be an ordinary disciple. He should at least be an inner disciple or even a true disciple. If a saint of the sect can be sent, it would be even better!" Wu Shaoan thought to himself.
Xu Feng stood in front of the governor's mansion, waiting quietly.
He rushed to Yongcheng as fast as he could. Along the way, he did not pass by any village that had been ravaged by the demonic disaster. Seeing Yongcheng so prosperous, Xu Feng felt a little relieved. It seemed that the situation was much better than he had imagined.
The calamity of the inner demon is the most important calamity in "The Ten Thousand Tribulations of the Body Grinding Technique" and also the most dangerous one. After going through it, the mind will be pure and spotless, as invulnerable as a diamond, and will be immune to many confusing spells.
If you can't get through, then everything will be over. Your soul will be devoured by the inner demon, and your body will become a puppet of the inner demon. It will be destroyed in repeated battles, and ultimately not a trace will be left in this world.
Soon, the governor came out.
Xu Feng had already inquired before that the Governor of Yongcheng, Wu Shaoan, was just a civil servant, not a cultivator.
Wu Shaoan walked out of the governor's mansion with a smile on his face, but when he saw Xu Feng, his expression froze slightly.
Too young!
Xu Feng was in his early twenties at most. Even though he knew that all the disciples of the Wanfa Sect were geniuses, how many years could he practice at such a young age? Wu Shaoan had seen many outer and inner disciples of the Wanfa Sect before, most of them were in their thirties. He had heard of inner disciples in their twenties, but had never seen one.
Wu Shaoan's heart sank, but he didn't show it on his face. His smile froze for a moment, then immediately relaxed.
"Haha, welcome to the immortal envoy of the sect!" Wu Shaoan said with a smile on his face.
"Greetings, Governor!" Xu Feng nodded.
Wu Shaoan was puzzled when he saw Xu Feng was young, but he did not dare to neglect him. He asked cautiously, "What is the name of the Immortal Envoy of the Upper Sect?"
"The Holy Son of the Wanfa Sect, Xu Feng!"
When Wu Shaoan heard the five words "Holy Son of Wanfa Sect", his expression suddenly changed, and then his expression and attitude changed visibly, and even his speech became a little stuttering.
"Immortal, the Immortal Envoy is the Holy Son of the Wanfa Sect?"
Wu Shaoan deliberately emphasized the words "Holy Son of Wanfa Sect". After all, there is only one person in the entire Wanfa Sect who can call himself the "Holy Son of Wanfa Sect". The Holy Sons of other sects would always mention the names of their own sects when referring to themselves, such as "Holy Son of the Modao lineage of Wanfa Sect".
Xu Feng nodded and said, "Not bad."
Wu Shaoan's body trembled slightly, and he was so excited that he could hardly control himself. No matter how young Xu Feng looked, in the governor's mind there were only four words to describe him: "rejuvenation".
After all, he is the holy son of a Xuantian-level sect. Even if his actual age is over a hundred, it is not impossible that he looks only in his twenties or thirties.
For a moment, Xu Feng's youthful appearance made him seem like he had a high level of cultivation.
"Fairy envoy, please come into the mansion for a chat!" Wu Shaoan bent his waist involuntarily and led the way.
Xu Feng then entered the governor's mansion.
Wu Shaoan whispered, "Immortal Envoy, I have already recruited some high-level cultivators, all of whom are famous cultivators in Yongcheng or Dayan."
"These people... are somewhat unruly. If they have offended you, please forgive them." Wu Shaoan gave Xu Feng a heads-up in advance, fearing that if Xu Feng had a conflict with other high-level cultivators, he would be implicated.
At this time, Wu Shaoan also felt a little regretful. If he had known that the person who came was the Holy Son of Wanfa Sect, why would he have gone to the trouble of recruiting those cultivators who had not even realized the state of mind.
"Oh, is it for the Inner Demon Beads?" Xu Feng said with a smile.
"Well..." Wu Shaoan nodded, not knowing what to say.
"I have already realized the state of mind, and I will not compete with them for the Heart Demon Rosary. However..." Xu Feng's mouth showed a hint of coldness, and he said: "The Heart Demon Rosary will also be distributed by me when the time comes. I will give it to whoever has made the greatest contribution."
"Of course, of course..." Wu Shaoan felt a little relieved. Without the conflict of interest, the possibility of conflict between Xu Feng and those high-level cultivators was greatly reduced.
Soon, Xu Feng and the governor Wu Shaoan arrived at the backyard of the governor's mansion.
Swish~ Everyone's eyes instantly fell on Xu Feng.
"Huh? Peak level five?" someone asked in surprise.
Wu Shaoan was only a civil servant, not a cultivator, so he couldn't tell Xu Feng's level of strength. But those in front of him were all high-level cultivators, so they could naturally see through Xu Feng's level at a glance.
Xu Feng glanced at the cultivators in front of him one by one. Most of them were already at level seven or eight, and three of them had even reached the peak of level nine.
"They are all natives of this secret realm, and there is not a single apostle from the secret realm!" Xu Feng said in his heart.
In the Jiuji Secret Realm, the pinnacle of martial power is the ninth level peak. The natives of this secret world do not need to pass levels to advance to the secret realm. As long as their cultivation level is high enough, they will naturally be promoted to the next level. Therefore, there is no so-called bottleneck for them.
These cultivators in front of him are either overlords of a certain region, elders of a certain sect, or famous figures in the martial arts world. Each of them has a complicated identity.
"This is the Holy Son of the Wanfa Sect, Xu Feng, the Immortal Envoy Xu!" Wu Shaoan seemed to have sensed the contempt in the eyes of these high-level cultivators in front of him, and hurriedly stepped forward to introduce them.
“The Holy Son of the Wanfa Sect?” Everyone’s face changed at the same time, and they looked at each other in bewilderment. But soon, everyone stepped forward, bowed to Xu Feng and said, “Greetings to the Immortal Envoy!”
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Xu Feng didn't want to be hypocritical with these people in front of him. He came here to find his inner demon and overcome his inner demon tribulation, not to engage in intrigue with these people.
Xu Feng said bluntly: "This demonic disaster is most likely caused by the inner demon. I have already comprehended the state of mind, and the inner demon beads are useless to me!"
Hearing Xu Feng say this, all the cultivators present felt relieved at the same time, and all their previous worries disappeared.
"If we can really get the Heart Demon Beads, then they will naturally be given to the person who has made the greatest contribution. We are in public, neither you nor I know each other, and it is impossible for me to cover up for someone!" Xu Feng glanced at everyone and distributed the benefits first, so that the confrontational emotions in everyone's hearts would be reduced a lot.
"However, if we are on the battlefield and face the demon monks, if someone disobeys orders and does what he wants, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
Xu Feng's words were merciless and straightforward, which made the faces of the cultivators present turn ugly, but no one stood up to object.
Sure enough, if Xu Feng had not explained that he had comprehended the artistic conception and did not need the Heart Demon Beads, some cultivators would probably stand up at this time. However, now Xu Feng and they have no conflict of interest. They would not stand up and be the first to speak out just for the sake of a little face.
Xu Feng was silent for a moment. Seeing that no one stood up to object, a smile appeared on his face.
"In that case, let's set off now without further delay!" After Xu Feng finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the governor's mansion first.
When Governor Wu saw that the monks who had seemed unruly before did not even dare to say a word in front of Xu Feng, he couldn't help but look down on them even more.
He stepped forward and said with a smile: "The Immortal Envoy has made it very clear. Everyone, who will get the Heart Demon Rosary at that time will depend on your own abilities. I have prepared a celebration banquet at the Governor's Mansion and am waiting for you all to return after your meritorious service!"
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Seven or eight villages have already been struck by the demonic calamity, including a county town of more than 50,000 people. From newborn babies to white-haired old people, all have died silently.
The demonic flames in this county were so raging that anyone approaching from even a distance of ten miles would inexplicably fall to the ground and die. The area within a ten-mile radius centered on the county had become a forbidden area.
Chang'an County! It is one of the three counties under the jurisdiction of Yongcheng, and it is also the farthest county from Yongcheng. At this time, Xu Feng was leading sixteen high-level monks to a location ten miles outside Chang'an County.
"Fairy envoy, Chang'an County is ahead. The area within ten miles around has become a forbidden area. Anyone who breaks in will die inexplicably. Therefore, we speculate that the demon that caused the disaster must still be in Chang'an County." A high-level apostle pointed to the vaguely visible city wall in front and whispered.
"A range of ten miles?" Xu Feng narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. In such a large area, Xu Feng didn't believe that there was only one inner demon.
"It seems like I can overcome my inner tribulation here!" Xu Feng said to himself.
If there are only one or two inner demons, they will at most cause some trouble to Xu Feng, but will not cause an inner demon calamity at all. If he wants to survive the inner demon calamity, the more inner demons that attack him, the better.
"Let's go in and take a look. Everyone should be careful and alert!" After Xu Feng finished speaking, he walked towards Chang'an County on his own.
"Would it be dangerous if we just rush in like this?" Someone showed a look of uncertainty on his face.
"Haha, you've come all the way here, and you still want to quit? If you don't dare to enter, then turn around and leave. Treasures like the Heart Demon Rosary are not for you!"
The high-level monks who had been following Xu Feng whispered for a few words, then gritted their teeth and continued to follow.
After they all entered the ten-mile radius of Chang'an County, a layer of gray mist inexplicably floated around them, and all the figures gradually disappeared in the mist.
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(End of this chapter)