The former is simply more concentrated, while the latter is less concentrated.
Therefore, if Fu Tingchen's injury is related to the Luoshui Palace.
Therefore, Luoshui Palace must have been absorbing demonic energy and cultivating before capturing the half-demon, and the altar must have existed before that.
Demonic energy always has a source, and it can now be confirmed that it is not from the Kongyang Sect.
The main task now is to determine where the demonic energy in Luoshui Palace comes from.
In addition, who were the people who attacked Fu Tingchen?
The imperial court and the martial arts world have always maintained a distance from each other.
Moreover, a war was still raging at that time, and the war between the two countries was clearly deliberately provoked and premeditated.
Since the target is Fu Tingchen, it is worth considering carefully.
If the other party attacks him, it might be because they're after his strange luck.
Either the person who did it... is connected to someone in the imperial court.
For example, the various factions vying for the throne in the Great Dynasty.
Therefore, two points need to be clarified now.
First, where does the demonic energy in Luoshui Palace come from?
Second, is there any connection between Luoshui Palace and Fu Tingchen's injury?
If there is no connection, it means there is another organization, like Luoshui Palace, that relies on demonic energy for cultivation.
So where does the other party's demonic energy come from, and are the two parties related?
As long as you follow the clues, you can always find the source.
Moreover, the feeling that Fu Tingchen might be the key among these vines is growing stronger.
After thinking it over, she glanced at Zhao Liang, who was still unconscious on the ground.
After considering for a few moments, they did not choose to remove the demonic energy from him and restore his sanity.
Instead, they used vines to wrap him up, took him to the lakeside, and threw him on the ground.
She looked up at the Ice Demon Dragon Lion, who was yawning because of her approach, and said something.
"Little Ling'er, please help me."
The mane on the Ice Demon Lion's head swayed, and then a small white jade head poked out.
What do you need to do?
The Ice Demon Dragon Lion glanced at the demon on the ground, unleashed a burst of power, and let out a whoosh.
"Is this the source of the demon you've been looking for?"
“This person is merely tainted. Little Ling’er, perform a soul search on him.”
"OK."
The small white jade insect transformed into a beam of white light and flew into the demon's brow.
Yun Zhiyi closed her eyes and, using the vision of the Spirit Marrow Worm, began to examine Zhao Liang's memories.
Zhao Liang's memories are very fragmented; those before the age of fifteen are mostly trivial matters.
The most common scene is him being bullied by inner disciples, looking humble and subservient.
He probably kept repeating these experiences over and over again, which is why they are so vivid in his memory.
After looking for a while, my memory finally came to the crucial point.
On this day, Zhao Liang, as usual, distributed monthly allowances to ordinary disciples of both the outer and inner sects.
Then an ordinary inner disciple pointed out that the number was incorrect and questioned him.
Zhao Liang listed the fouls he committed inside the gate this month and deducted his monthly allowance.
The disciple didn't cause any more trouble, took the money bag, and left angrily.
But soon after, Zhao Liang received a message from the eldest elder's little apprentice, asking him to go to the back mountain forest to catch a pheasant for him as a treat.
Zhao Liang had always wanted to enter the inner sect, but his talent was mediocre, and he knew that it was impossible to do so on his own.
Therefore, from a young age, he would try to befriend some sect leaders or elders and disciples in the inner sect.
To put it bluntly, it's about flattery.
This kind of situation was common for him; he had often run errands for these inner disciples.
Therefore, he didn't notice anything unusual this time, and after finishing his work, he went to the back mountain to catch wild pheasants.
Unexpectedly, they encountered several inner disciples.
One of them was the person he had clashed with during the previous distribution of monthly allowances.
The group of people were clearly waiting for him here on purpose.
Zhao Liang immediately understood what was happening, but it was too late to run.
He gave up struggling at that moment, thinking that at most he would get a beating.
But those people not only beat him, they also humiliated him, saying he was so eager to lick someone's feet that no one would deign to do it.
This time, it was clearly the elder's youngest disciple who helped these people trick him into coming here to teach him a lesson.
He had given that person so many good things, yet for the sake of a few completely unrelated inner disciples, he casually discarded him like an animal.
Zhao Liang became increasingly resentful and began to resist.
One of them, not expecting him to retaliate, was caught off guard and had his face scratched by a wooden splinter, which greatly angered him.
He even considered beating him to death, and his words were extremely humiliating.
Zhao Liang could only struggle to escape into the dense forest.
Finally, it rolled down the hillside and fell into a dry, broken ditch.
He was severely injured, both internally and externally, and was on the verge of death, making it impossible for him to crawl out.
He was a nobody, and no one would come looking for him.
He stayed in that ditch for three days.
For three days, he survived by eating grass roots and moss, crawling along the ditch in search of a way to live.
On the third day, when he had climbed halfway up, he had to rest again due to exhaustion.
He wanted to continue pulling grass to eat, but then he discovered a small white plant about the size of a palm among the grass.
A tiny red flower blooms at the top of the plant.
Upon seeing the plant, Zhao Liang was immediately drawn to it, sensing that it was something extraordinary.
Thinking back on the stories I'd heard before, I felt like I'd stumbled upon a priceless treasure.
In his excitement, he went mad and, disregarding whether it was poisonous, grabbed the flower and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
It seems he made the right bet.
When he started eating the flowers, he felt hot, numb, itchy and stinging all over his body.
I thought it was poisonous.
The pain intensified until he finally fainted.
When I woke up, I thought I was dead.
He remained so until he was certain he was not dead and that all his internal and external injuries had healed.
Only then did I recall what happened before I fell into a coma, which made me even more certain that I had been given an opportunity.
After he returned, he did not immediately seek revenge on those disciples.
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