Chapter 133 The aftermath
In the early morning, the sun just rose from the eastern sky.
The mansion of the broken clan.
Lin Rong, who had stayed up all night, was currently sitting in the living room counting the trophies that Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi had collected from Fengjian Sect.
"Gold, silver, money, jewelry and jade, antiques, calligraphy and paintings... are all common things."
"The experience of practicing the Wind Sword Spirit should be used by those under my command; the swordsmanship skills..."
"Uh, there are four soul bones."
"A skull of fourteen thousand years, a torso bone of twelve thousand years, a left arm bone of seventeen thousand years, and a right arm bone of twenty-three thousand years."
"There are four great sects, and this is it?"
"One of the four soul bones is more than 20,000 years old. Excluding this soul bone, it doesn't seem to be much better than the inherited soul bones of my family."
"But if you think about it carefully, the lower four sects don't even have a single titled Douluo, so having four thousand-year soul bones seems pretty good."
"After all, if their sect's inherited soul bones were old enough, their next four sects would already have titled Douluo."
Looking at the four gleaming soul bones floating in front of him, Lin Rong drew one to Dugu Bo.
"This torso bone is given to you. Although the age is a little low, it is still a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone. Just make do with it and absorb it."
"Thank you, sir." Dugu Bo took the torso bone with a somewhat surprised tone.
Although the age of this trunk bone is only twelve thousand years, which is the lowest among the four inherited soul bones of Fengjian Sect, its soul bone position is the most precious trunk bone among the six conventional soul bones.
As for the six major soul bones, Dugubo already has a head soul bone and a left arm soul bone. Among the four inherited soul bones of Fengjian Sect, the only ones he can absorb are the trunk bone with the lowest age and the right arm with the oldest age. bone.
Although the right arm bone is more than 20,000 years old, in terms of its rarity, it is not as valuable as the torso bone which is more than 10,000 years old.
If it were a head soul bone that was more than 20,000 years old, it would still be about the same.
Then, looking at Yang Wudi who was decorated, Lin Rong also drew a piece of soul bone in front of him.
"This head soul bone is given to you. After absorption, it can greatly improve your mental strength, making it easier for you to stay calm during battle and less likely to get hot-blooded."
"Yes, I understand." Yang Wudi said. When he took the soul bone, he touched the wound on his body and gasped in pain.
In the battle with the old leader of the Fengjian Sect, although he killed the opponent, he himself felt uncomfortable as he was seriously injured by the opponent's blow before his death.
If the healing potion he refined hadn't been powerful enough, Yang Wudi wouldn't be able to stand here and talk now. He would have been lying on the bed recovering from his injuries.
Seeing this, Lin Rong opened his talent field and injected pure life force into Yang Wudi's body. Supplemented by the efficacy of the healing medicine in his body, the injuries on his body healed as before at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Talent field?" Yang Wudi muttered, then asked:
"Sir, why do I feel that your martial spirit is more of a support system than a control system?"
"This healing effect is comparable to that of the healing Contra."
Regarding this question, Lin Rong just said calmly:
"There are many types of healing martial spirits in the world, but more than 90% of them belong to the category of plant-type martial spirits."
"Isn't it normal that my Nine-curved Vine Dragon, as a top-level plant-based martial spirit, has a stronger healing effect?"
After saying that, Lin Rong ordered again:
"Okay, hurry up and let your people pack up their things and prepare to move." "The Fengjian Sect was destroyed, and the red archbishop of the Wuhun Palace was still unconscious in the Fengjian Sect's station. In the next few months, this Yufeng Sect will The city is so lively.”
“It’s better to stay away from this kind of place of right and wrong as soon as possible.”
……
Two days later.
The tragedy of the Fengjian Sect's annihilation has spread widely. The entire Yufeng City, from dignitaries to poor people, is talking about this matter in their spare time.
According to rumors, someone saw the red-clothed archbishop of Wuhun Palace walking out of the Fengjian Sect's headquarters covered in blood.
Although no one dared to confirm this openly, there was no smoke without fire, and people were secretly discussing whether the destruction of Fengjian Sect was the work of Wuhun Palace.
In Yufeng City, there is a restaurant.
At the wine table, Lao Wang looked around, leaned into Lao Li's ear and whispered:
"Tell me, is it really Wuhundian who did this?"
"It's hard to say." Lao Li glanced around and replied in a low voice:
"However, it is nine out of ten that Wuhun Palace is responsible for it. The four sects under the great authority will be destroyed at will. Only Wuhun Palace has this strength."
"It's not like you haven't seen it. The Po Zhi clan, which was rumored to have a grudge against Wuhun Palace, were too scared to stay in Yufeng City. They gave up the business network they had managed to build and moved away as a family. They don't know where to hide. Take refuge.”
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"Yes." Lao Wang nodded, took a sip of wine, and whispered:
"It is said that the man who witnessed the red archbishop of Wuhun Palace walking out of Fengjian Sect covered in blood died tragically at home the night after the news was released."
"If Wuhundian has a clear conscience, why would he kill people to silence him?"
"It's just, Old Li, why do you think Wuhun Palace destroyed Fengjian Sect?"
"A few days ago, didn't the red archbishop of Wuhun Palace attend the birthday banquet of the old master of Fengjian Sect?"
"This..." Lao Li took a sip of wine and guessed:
"Maybe it was because the red archbishop attended the birthday party and accidentally discovered a peerless treasure hidden in the Fengjian Sect."
"In order to take possession of that treasure, Wuhun Palace sent out several elders of the legendary Titled Douluo level, and overnight, the Wind Sword Sect was destroyed!"
As he spoke, Lao Li also made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Furthermore, I estimate that the reason why the red archbishop walked out of Fengjian Sect covered in blood was to interrogate the whereabouts of the high-level treasures of Fengjian Sect."
"This can also correspond to the rumor that the bodies of the Contras from the Wind Sword Sect have various scars from torture."
"Think about it, Wuhun Palace has sent Title Douluo-level elders to participate in this matter, so shouldn't it be the turn of the lowest-ranking red archbishop to do such dirty work?"
"Well, that makes sense." Lao Wang nodded, and then said in a slightly mocking tone:
"Only those lowly people who cannot even awaken their soul power would think that it is impossible for Wuhun Palace to do such a thing."
"However, who allows Wuhun Palace to awaken Wuhun for their descendants for free every year!"
"Obviously the Spirit Hall does this simply because the fresh blood in the spirit master world is controlled by the major nobles and sects. It can only use the method of awakening spirits for common people to find the lucky ones whose spirits have mutated, and use the huge amount of civilians to The base just supports the fresh blood that Wuhun Palace needs to maintain itself.”
After finishing speaking, Lao Wang wanted to say something more, but Lao Li next to him kicked him, and a subtle voice came from his ears:
"Shh, stop talking, the people from Wuhun Palace are here."
(End of chapter)