Chapter 467 Blood Soul Gate
Inside the cave.
Xu Zhongyao performed the apprenticeship ceremony and knelt on the ground, with a smile on her pretty face.
In the more than three hundred years since he entered the world of immortal cultivation in the Eastern Wasteland, Ning Daoran has never accepted a disciple. Xu Zhongyao is considered the first, but he is not completely a disciple. After all, the registered disciples are quite casual and they are disciples who don't care much.
And Ning Daoran didn't intend to teach Xu Zhongyao anything step by step. He would give him everything he needed to give. As for how far he could go, it would depend on Xu Zhongyao's own luck.
"Get up."
Ning Daoran raised his hand and pushed, and several treasures flew towards Xu Zhongyao.
Among them, the rarest one is the "True Interpretation of the Water Moon God Technique". This book was written by Ning Daoran himself, and he poured a lot of his own insights into the Return to Nature level Water Moon God Art into it. The overall explanation is profound and simple, far better than the original version. It is much easier to practice, and there will be no detours at all. Basically, everything has been clearly marked.
In addition, there is a small bottle of elixirs, including foundation-building elixirs, and various elixirs for improving mana.
Finally, there is a top-grade water attribute magic sword, plus a top-grade spiritual weapon-level flying sword. These things are enough to support Xu Zhongyao until the late stage of foundation building. As for if she can really reach the late stage of foundation building, Ning Daoran will naturally keep it for her. Falling Dust Pill.
Now that you have accepted this registered disciple, you must be more attentive.
"Take these things."
Ning Daoran said: "Xiaobai, pick a forbidden jade slip from a third-level middle-grade cave from the mountainside and give it to Xu Zhongyao. From now on, she will practice on the third-level spiritual veins. Don't neglect her cultivation!"
"Yes, Master!"
Xu Zhongyao pursed her red lips: "Then...that's all? In your free time, can the disciple go up the mountain to see the master?"
"..."
Ning Daoran said calmly: "I usually spend my time practicing in seclusion. You won't be able to see me when you come. However, if you have any doubts about your cultivation, you can ask Xiaobai for advice."
"Yes!"
Xu Zhongyao smiled slightly, this master is so cold.
"Okay."
Xiaobai smiled and said: "You come with me, don't disturb your master's practice, he is very busy."
"Yes, Sister Xiaobai!"
"Oh, what a little mouth~~~"
At this point, the Xu family has established a foothold on Bailong Mountain. There are many spiritual fields on the mountainside and at the foot of Bailong Mountain. The Xu family also has a lot of people who are good at planting spiritual rice and spiritual medicine. They gradually spread it out and soon the entire complex was established. Bailong Mountain began to flourish, with pieces of spiritual rice and spiritual tea swaying in the wind. It was much more vibrant than when Bailong occupied it before.
Ning Daoran started busy.
Most of the time, he announced to the public that the mountain master was in retreat, but in fact he had already gone to the Bailong River, was exposed to water transportation under the river, and tried to refine the river essence.
Xu Zhongyao lived in a cave on the mountainside and began to practice the Shuiyue Shenjue. He was also extremely diligent.
……
Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
This year, Ning Daoran was 345 years old. He still lived in seclusion and was active in the upper and lower reaches of the Bailong River without anyone noticing, constantly preparing for the sacrifice and refining of the river's essence.
It was early spring at this time, and the river was filled with a strong smell of aquatic plants.
In the warm wind, an old man walked down the river from the path along the river. He held a flag in his hand and muttered something, which was probably fortune telling or divination.
At the foot of the mountain, a patch of green bamboo and spiritual rice swayed, and beyond the spiritual rice field, in a large field without spiritual energy near the river, endless rapeseed flowers were planted.
Although the Xu family is a cultivating family, some members of the clan do not have spiritual roots, so there are not a few people working in agriculture. Naturally, all the land that can be cultivated under the mountain has been cultivated.
"Little brother~~~"
The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at a man on the spiritual field with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Brother, if the hall turns black, there will be a bloody disaster within a few days. I am good at a method of removing evil spirits. I don't know, brother... ”
The man on the spiritual field is none other than Xu Si, the young steward of Bailong Mountain, a monk in the early stages of foundation building, and the uncle of Xu Zhongyao. He is also an extremely shrewd person. Soon after he goes to the mountain, he will be responsible for all the planting, harvesting, and selling of spiritual rice.
"A bloody disaster?"
Xu Si couldn't help but smile: "Fellow Taoist, I don't have time to joke with you. If you want to deceive me with these charlatanisms, you don't have to do it. But if you want to get a bite to eat, there is no problem. There is a place in the front hall. If you have food, just go there and say I asked you to go.”
"My little friend is really a kind-hearted person..."
The old man's eyes flashed with a stern look, and he sneered: "It's a pity that good people always don't get rewarded!"
In an instant, the old man's aura was directly upgraded from the early stage of Qi refining to the early stage of golden elixir. The five fingers in his sleeves were spread out, and they were as terrifying as white bone claws. The next second, the old man's face changed, extremely sinister, and a wisp of evil energy struck. And out!
"You..."
Xu Si was shocked.
When he reacted, he was already unable to move. His whole body was wrapped in a strong evil spirit and he could not move even an inch.
"Bring me your flesh and blood and spirit!"
The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and suddenly the black mouth was like a black hole, sucking in Xu Si's flesh and blood.
In the blink of an eye, the full-bodied and handsome steward turned into a mummy, with not much flesh, blood, and essence left in his body!
"Humph~~"
The old man snorted coldly and disappeared by the river in an instant.
……
The news quickly spread in Bailong Mountain. Xiaobai took Xu Jian, Xu Zhongyao and others to check. When everyone saw Xu Si's body, they couldn't help but take a breath.
"What's wrong?"
On the Bailong River, a figure in a green shirt came riding the river tide with one hand behind his back. It was Ning Daoran.
"Master!"
Xu Zhongyao's eyes were red: "Second uncle was killed." "What?"
Ning Daoran frowned and stepped forward to take a look at Xu Si's dead state, feeling a little scared.
"Master."
Xiaobai pursed his red lips and said: "It is a restraint method that absorbs other people's flesh, blood and essence. If nothing else, it is either done by monsters or demonic monks."
"Have you confirmed whether Xu Si was the only one killed?"
"Yes!"
Xu Jian said respectfully: "Master Qi Mountain, everyone in the tribe is safe. Only my brother Xu Si was killed here in Lingtian..."
"I know, please wait a moment."
Ning Daoran raised his hand to place a restriction, and immediately he and Xu Si's figures disappeared from everyone's eyes. He immediately used the soul search technique to collect Xu Si's soul scattered around.
"Mountain...Mountain Lord..."
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Xu Si's eyes were blank at first, but his eyes lit up when he saw Ning Daoran: "Is the mountain master here to save me?"
"No."
Ning Daoran shook his head: "You have been killed, and I have no way to bring you back to life. The reason why I summoned your soul is to ask you who the murderer is?"
"The murderer..."
Xu Si seemed to have a headache, holding his head and wailing, and then his eyes brightened again: "It's an old man, pretending to be a fortune-telling expert. He...has mastered some kind of magic technique in the early stage of Jindan cultivation. You can actually suck all my flesh and blood from the air, please the mountain master, you must avenge me...I..."
"Yeah."
Ning Daoran nodded: "Don't worry, I will avenge you if I have the chance. Just go ahead and Xu Jian will naturally take good care of your family. Don't worry."
"Yes, Mountain Master..."
Xu Si's figure slowly disappeared.
……
"Whoosh!"
Ning Daoran dispersed the restriction and appeared in front of everyone again.
"Mountain Master, have you discovered anything?" Xu Jian asked.
"It is indeed the work of the devil."
Ning Daoran groaned: "But the other party only killed Xu Si, but did not start the killing spree. It can be seen that they did not come to destroy me, Bailong Mountain. If nothing else, they just wanted to warn Bailong Mountain. I think they should come here." Whose financial path has been blocked? Is there any information on the root cause? ”
"Yes."
Xiaobai nodded respectfully: "Sir, there was news a few months ago that a demonic sect called the Blood Soul Sect bought the land deed for a large forest in the upper reaches of the Bailong River from the Wuzhou government. They obtained the imperial decree and spent money and efforts to plan Build a Bailong Temple in the upper reaches of the Bailong River to suppress water transportation on the river. ”
"Oh..."
Ning Daoran said calmly: "Be careful with the Blood Soul Sect. They are most likely the culprits who killed Xu Si. Moreover, the White Dragon Temple was built on the upper reaches of our Bailong Mountain, so those who come here are not good to begin with."
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"Yes!"
In the afternoon, Ning Daoran stopped surveying the water transportation, and instead arranged the Kunpeng Liuyin Array at the early stage of the fourth level around Bailong Mountain, and kept it open all day long. The jade talisman on the mountain is required to enter and exit.
At this moment, Ning Daoran was already extremely wealthy, but he didn't care about the few spiritual stones he consumed.
……
A few months later.
Xiaobai stepped into the cave in a floating manner, holding a blood-red invitation in his hand, and said: "Master, the construction of the White Dragon Temple upstream has been completed, and the completion ceremony will be held soon. This is an invitation from the Blood Soul Sect. As a white man, Master Lord Longshan, do you want to go there for a while?”
"Yeah."
Ning Daoran nodded.
He really didn't pay attention to a mere Blood Soul Sect. Besides, now that he possesses magical powers such as the Nine Heavens Escape Thunder Technique and Teleportation, and he is a master of formations, no one can really keep him.
"Xiaobai, you go with me."
"Yes, sir!"
Half a month later, the White Dragon Temple celebration is about to begin.
In the breeze, two figures flew from downstream. One was a young monk in a green shirt, and the other was a beautiful woman in white clothes. She was full of popularity, with only a little bit of evil spirit.
The White Dragon Temple is actually a river temple. A white jade staircase leads from the temple gate to the river. It seems that a lot of spiritual stones were spent to build this temple.
On the jade steps, a figure appeared. It was an old man with a sinister expression, and his whole body was surging with the mana fluctuations of the late stage of the golden elixir.
Old Devil Lin, the Supreme Elder of the Blood Soul Sect, has greater authority than the head of the Blood Soul Sect, and is the real leader of the Blood Soul Sect.
"Fellow Taoist Qiushui!"
Old Demon Lin cupped his fists and said with a smile: "My surname is Lin, and I am the supreme elder of the Blood Soul Sect. I have admired the name of my Taoist friend for a long time. Now, finally, for a while, my Taoist friend has come to the White Dragon Temple, making this place full of glory." Friends please!”
"Thank you!"
With a look from Ning Daoran, Xiaobai presented a congratulatory gift, which was a small box containing a hundred spiritual stones.
A hint of stingy surprise flashed across Lao Mo Lin's eyes, and he said: "Fellow Taoist is so generous!"
(End of chapter)