"Ding! A demon seed that is about to be rubbed by a monk is bound. The first task is now issued: Please enter the soil within one day, and the reward is ordinary fertilizer +1."
A strange voice sounded in Lin's late mind.
Originally, a shell could not contain a soul that had matured for a hundred years, and now a thing that was neither yin nor yang was added to the shell.
Lin Wannian's brain was swollen, and he said to the thing: "Who are you? Dare to bind me, young master, be careful or I will let my parents grind you to dust."
"Ding! Dear host, please complete the task as soon as possible. If you fail, ten years of your cultivation will be deducted." The voice was cold and emotionless.
When Lin Wannian heard this, he was furious: "How dare you!"
"Dear host, the Demon Lord and the Demon Queen have already fled. I am now in your sea of consciousness. Do you think I dare or not?" This time the voice was provocative.
These words immediately hurt Lin Wannian.
In his later years, Lin was the young master of the demon clan, a seed that had not taken root or sprouted for a hundred years.
His father and mother were a vine spirit and a flower respectively. After they came together, his mother produced many seeds. Among the numerous seeds, only the seed of Lin Wannian could communicate with spiritual consciousness, but it could not break through the soil and take root.
A hundred years, a full hundred years.
His father and mother searched many places around the demon clan, and went to the plant spirit clan among the monster clan to look for the pure elixir guarding the forest. One drop of it could give life to all things, but it was useless to him.
Later, seeing that he could absorb the spiritual energy of all things, he just lay down and left it alone.
This time, his parents brought him to the human realm to recuperate, but they were attacked by monks. His dear parents ran away, but forgot to take him with them!
I am your child!
In his later years, Lin was too weak to cry. He just took a nap, but when he woke up, his parents were nowhere to be found.
After the initial negotiation with the unknown thing failed, Lin Wannian extended his spiritual consciousness and observed the surroundings. At this time, he was placed in a brocade bag as a seed, and the brocade bag was wrapped in a bundle.
It seemed like there was a forbidden spell cast around him. Before he even stepped out of the house, he was already exhausted.
"Brother, there is demonic energy here!"
As soon as the sound outside came, Lin Wannian quickly withdrew his spiritual consciousness, held his breath and waited quietly.
A squeak
The door was opened.
Soon, Lin Wannian heard footsteps, and the direction of the footsteps seemed to be towards him.
From the sound of the footsteps, it seemed there were four or five people.
"There's a burden here."
Said the young voice.
After a while, Lin Wannian felt that the whole seed was lifted up, and he muttered: What is going on?
"Liu Yu, put it down." Another voice sounded.
"oh."
Liu Yu lifted the light blue bundle with the hilt of his sword and glanced at the handsome young man next to him who was wearing the same light white Taoist robe as him and had a sword on his shoulder.
Admiration flashed in his eyes.
The young man who had just stopped Liu Yu walked up and opened the bundle.
Lin Wannian, who was hiding in the bag, felt the approach of a monk. The whole seed trembled and died. He was going to be tortured by the terrible monk.
The demons have a natural aversion to the human cultivators. Although Lin Wannian is a seed and has not yet received the demon's magic inheritance, after a hundred years of influence, he is extremely sensitive to the aura of cultivators, and he also knows that the cultivators like to get rid of them, the demons, the most.
At this moment, he was very panicked.
In his later years, Lin murmured to himself: "You can't see me, you can't see me, I'm just a seed."
At this time, the young man's fingers paused on the bundle for two seconds. With a hint of inquiry in his dark eyes, he pinched the brocade bag embroidered with gold thread.
The junior sister next to him saw this and said with a worried look on her face: "Brother, be careful, there may be a scam."
"Nothing."
Lin Wannian, who was hiding in the bag, felt himself being picked up again.
After a rustling sound, bright light shone in.
In Lin's later years, the whole seed was picked up by someone.
Several people around also noticed what the boy was holding.
Some people even blurted out: "Is this a seed?"
"It's so round." Another voice came.
"They are so round and shiny." said another.
Wait, what does round and shiny mean?
Lin Wannian reacted to the other party's words and cursed this damn cultivator for daring to insult his young master.
"This bead must have been forgotten by the demons when they left."
"Brother, why don't you give it to me? My hands have been itching recently. I have a string of bodhi and one of them just fell off. I think this one is good. I can use it as a bead after purifying the evil spirit on it."
A young sister in the team stared at the beads in the boy's hand and said, her eyes shining, thinking to herself: This bead is rounder and smoother than the one she made.
When Lin Wannian heard this, he remembered what the sarcastic voice had said not long ago: "A demon seed that is about to be rubbed by a monk."
"Shit, what should I do? Hey! I don't want to be grabbed!"
"Are you there?"
Lin Wannian tried to contact the voice, but the voice stopped talking.
Lin Wannian became even more panicked, and the whole seed moved, trying to roll out of the monk's palm, but was caught by the other party and held in his palm.
"No, everything could be a trap set by the demons. I'll keep it for now and I'll make a final decision when I get back." The young man said coldly.
His steady voice is undoubtedly persuasive.
The others thought it made sense and clasped their fists, saying, "Yes."
Lin Wannian was thrown back into the original brocade bag and temporarily escaped the danger of being grabbed by the monks. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he had time to rest, the voice appeared again.
"Very good, dear host, you have escaped the fate of being plundered. You are currently 50% away from completing the first mission. Please complete it as soon as possible."
This time, Lin Late Years no longer riddles it: "What are you and what is your purpose?"
"I am a system from the most intelligent planet, numbered 077. My goal is to help you succeed in your cultivation and become a demon lord."
"High intelligence? Are you from the divine realm?" Lin Wannian was confused, but since the purpose was to serve him, he was still happy to accept it, though he was afraid that there was some conspiracy.
"It is higher than the divine realm. You can become a strong one only if you obey the missions I issue."
As a seed, he was taught by his parents since he was a child: There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.
Lin Wannian became alert: "You are so nice to me, what do you want to get?"
"This system will help you become stronger. You will know the benefits in the future." The system did not say it clearly.
Lin was cautious in his later years, but he was still skeptical about its words: "My parents have been looking for a hundred years and have tried every possible way, but they can't make this young master sprout. Can you?"
"As long as you do as I say, and bury your body in the soil before midnight, I will make it sprout at dawn the next day."
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