Chen Sheng practiced hard day and night, his magic power improved, he was full of complacency, and entered the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Alchemy, fire control, etc., are all a kind of training in subtlety.

This allowed him to achieve a delicate control over his magic power, and he was able to fly with a sword with ease.

This speed of travel was much faster than the last time we went out to explore Ninghua North Garden. It actually took less time to travel a hundred miles.

"That is... the Yinchuan Lei family?"

From high in the sky, Chen Sheng looked down. The mountains and rivers were like a sand table, and the human figures were barely perceptible. He suddenly saw a smear of blood and his heart skipped a beat. When he thought about it again, he realized that it was indeed the location of the Yinchuan Lei family, and he knew something had happened.

The flying sword descended and landed on the ground.

Mr. Chen saw the scene clearly in front of him. It was a bloody scene and the whole gate exuded a dead silence.

He walked in and saw many corpses lying on the ground. The look of shock on some people's faces had not yet disappeared.

Destroy the whole family.

An unexpected massacre of an entire family.

"Who did it?"

The smell of blood was very strong, it should be that the family was massacred not long ago. Chen Sheng walked in this Shura area, looking around, searching for the scent of survivors.

After dozens of corpses, he finally felt a glimmer of life.

He was a young man, his face covered in blood, lying on his back on the ground, his chest was broken, the blood in his body was almost drained, but he was holding on to his resentment and refused to die.

"there……"

He seemed to know why Chen Sheng came. Facing southeast, his eyes were ferocious and resentful, and he uttered two words with difficulty.

The next moment.

His body was completely stiff, facing southeast, looking as majestic as a vampire, with his eyes open even after death.

"Close your eyes for a moment. I'll be back soon."

Chen Sheng closed the boy's eyes with his hands. His palms were stained with blood. His expression remained unchanged. He even held the sword tightly. Immediately, a bloody and murderous aura emanated from him.

This matter should be related to the transaction in Yaolu. The big medicine was involved in some secrets, which led to the annihilation of a small immortal cultivation family.

This was not Chen Sheng’s fault, nor was it Yaolu’s fault, but the cause was the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. Since he was the deacon, he could not just sit back and watch.

…

Southeast.

A figure walked away quickly. Zhang Yikuan felt that he was in big trouble. He thought it was a simple business of destroying the whole family, but he didn't expect that the Lei family was involved with the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

The spiritual herb in his arms was like a hot potato, burning him physically and mentally as if he were falling into hellfire.

But now, he has no way out and can only go down this path until the end.

“There’s murderous intent!”

A breeze suddenly arose, icy and cold.

A bitter smile emerged on Zhang Yikuan's face. He realized that he couldn't take his chances. The people from Guangxiu Immortal Sect had finally arrived.

He stood still, looking around, searching for the source of the murderous aura, but he couldn't find it.

Then……

He looked up and saw a black spot in the distant sky, which was rapidly getting bigger.

The one who came riding on a sword was a young man, wearing the attire of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. His white clothes were whiter than snow, and his eyes were calm and a little cold, as if they could sink all the resentment in the world.

"It was you who wiped out the entire Lei family."

Mr. Chen saw that Zhang Yikuan had the aura of a desperado. Such a person would act recklessly and would be capable of killing an entire family.

"Eighth level of Qi Refining! As expected of a deacon of the Immortal Sect."

Zhang Yikuan did not answer, his eyes showing anxiety. He glanced in all directions secretly, trying to find a chance to escape.

This is the foundation of the Immortal Sect. Any of its deacons has the cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Refining.

He is about the same age as Chen Sheng, but after years of plundering and experiencing bloodshed, he has only reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Oh God, how unfair.

"That's right, you did it."

Chen Sheng was certain that the man in front of him was the murderer. He said coldly, "Tell me everything you know."

There is no such coincidence in the world.

There must be some secret hidden in it.

"I don't know anything. I just accepted a commission."

Zhang Yikuan shook his head. He entered the game and found that he couldn't get out, so he went all the way to the end.

If he had known earlier that the Guangxiu Immortal Sect and other forces were involved in this commission, he would never have gotten involved.

"Whose commission?"

Mr. Chen asked.

The client is the key.

"I told you to let me go."

Zhang Yikuan wanted very much to get out of this vortex. As long as Chen Sheng agreed, he would not feel the slightest bit of burden about betraying his client.

The ethics of the martial arts world were thrown to the dogs as soon as you set out on the path to becoming an immortal.

"I promise to let you go in peace."

Mr. Chen said calmly.

"Then what else is there to talk about?"

Zhang Yikuan suddenly became angry and felt that Mr. Chen was playing tricks on him. Since he had no sincerity, he should stop talking nonsense.

He died with dignity. He was a man with his head on his belt, so he cared about that.

“This is not negotiable.”

Mr. Chen stood there, his face as cold as iron, his voice slightly high-pitched, revealing an irreversible determination.

He killed an entire family because of Yaolu. No matter what he did, he could not let such a villain go.

He pressed down with one hand, walking in a grand and upright way. His magic power was as powerful as the surging river, washing down from the sky and hitting the earth directly. Even through a layer of separation, he was able to call the underworld to open the door.

"You forced me to do that."

Extreme oppression.

Zhang Yikuan knew that he was in danger, and he let out a long roar, which awakened his depressed spirit. The momentum of his whole body suddenly rose to the extreme.

The magic power of the sixth level of Qi Refining rolled out, breaking his tendons and veins, making the offensive explode.

This is not enough.

Blood burning technique! Zhang Yikuan performed a secret technique based on this, instantly steaming one third of the blood in his body, leaving him like a dried corpse exposed to the sun.

However, this price was exchanged for another leap forward in combat power.

He broke through his limits time and again, reaching the peak of his life, and finally had the confidence to fight for his life.

Burn your boats and fight to the death.

This was his only chance of survival. He had to take him down before the Immortal Sect's deacon could react.

"kill!"

Zhang Yikuan roared, and his skinny and stiff body rushed out like lightning, bringing with it a bloody atmosphere.

His face was ferocious and his attack was brutal, like a roc swooping down to hunt dragons and snakes. He was extremely fierce and rushed towards Chen Sheng to kill him.

"puff……"

The huge hand pressed down, and Zhang Yikuan felt like he was struck by lightning. All his cruelty and viciousness were shattered. His body fell to the ground like a tattered sack, twitching violently.

"Although I seldom kill, I have experienced many battles over the past thirty years."

Mr. Chen's expression was as calm as ever.

He was not a gifted person, but fortunately he was diligent and achieved something after many years.

The trip to the State of Chen included a competition among the inner sect members.

These two experiences honed his fighting skills. Although he was not as ferocious as those fighting against opponents of higher levels, he was by no means weak.

As for the details, he practiced sword and alchemy day and night, and was able to do it as he wished.

Therefore, this palm, although seemingly ordinary, was actually the result of thousands of trials and tribulations, like a flood that had accumulated strength and broke through a floodgate, flushing out the power of the eighth level of Qi Refining.

A cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining Realm, even if his bone marrow is drained and his blood is burned out, cannot possibly turn the tables.

(End of this chapter)