Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 20 Fat and Thin Taoist
Zhong Lingdao took out a jade slip and used his spiritual sense to enter the basic information into it. After a while, he put the jade slip away and said, "Okay, I will store the jade slip in the sect later."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master Brother!" Nie Ying thanked.

"It's no problem. This is my duty." Zhong Lingdao responded modestly. He saw that Nie Zhaonan was here for something, so he asked, "I wonder what Junior Brother Nie is here for?"

Zhong Lingdao was also wondering why Nie Ying had already established his foundation, but Nie Zhaonan, who had a thunder-attributed spiritual root, had not established his foundation after so long and was even lagging behind his Taoist partner!
Why hasn't Nie Zhaonan established his foundation yet? It's just that this concerns one's personal reputation. If I ask directly, I'm afraid it will ruin the relationship between the two of us, so I have to hold back and not ask.

Nie Zhaonan replied respectfully, "Master, I took a foundation-building pill, but I don't have enough immortal affinity, so I can't enter the foundation-building stage. I came here specifically to participate in the bloody trial in two years, hoping to obtain spiritual herbs and exchange them for foundation-building pills!"

Nie Zhaonan couldn't accept the fact that the sect leader didn't care about the seniority between the two. Now, in the eyes of outsiders, he was just a Qi-refining cultivator, so he couldn't arrogantly fool around with the seniority gap between foundation-building and Qi-refining.

Zhong Lingdao was also an experienced man, and he did not care about the difference in address between the two. He suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. The Blood Trial may be very dangerous for other people. Every year, less than 30% of the cultivators who participate in the trial survive. If they are not careful, they will die. But for Junior Brother, it is naturally easy to capture. As long as you don't go to a dangerous place, Junior Brother will get what he wants!"

Zhong Lingdao also saw that Nie Zhaonan's magic power was pure and powerful, far surpassing that of the top-level Qi Refining cultivators, and he praised Nie Zhaonan's strength without showing any emotion.

This is also inevitable. Using magical power to clone oneself to hide one's cultivation level can achieve perfect concealment of one's realm.

However, the purity of his own magic power cannot be hidden. Anyone with a little more knowledge and realm than Nie Zhaonan can easily see some of the situation.

Compared to hiding one's cultivation level, this small flaw can be ignored. There are so many miraculous skills and secret methods in the world of cultivating immortals, and if one's cultivation level is pure and strong, any excuse can deal with it.

After hearing what the master said, Nie Zhaonan did not dare to be careless and said modestly: "Master, you are too kind. I am just relying on the advantage of my skills in the Qi Refining Stage, which makes me a little stronger than ordinary cultivators. Thank you for recording my registration for the trial." Nie Zhaonan explained a few words, trying his best to make his strength seem less conspicuous.

"Okay, I've got that. I'll notify you when the blood trial begins." Zhong Lingdao wrote Nie Zhaonan's name on the registration jade slip and instructed.

While the two were discussing the Bloody Forbidden Land, Nie Ying had been sitting in the chair, listening to their conversation and waiting quietly.

"Thank you very much, Master, we will take our leave now."

In the days that followed, Nie Zhaonan and Nie Ying mostly stayed in the cave to practice, and when they were tired, they would practice dual cultivation to relax.

Every time the two of them practiced together, they would practice day and night, for three days and three nights, Nie Ying would be the first to give up, exhausted, lying on the messy bed like a puddle of mud.

Occasionally, Chen Qiaoqian would come and meet with the two of them. They were not restrained by the difference in their cultivation levels. They would talk about some interesting things in the sect, and they would always have a great time. Nie Zhaonan would also give Chen Qiaoqian some pills to help her practice.

One day, Nie Zhaonan had just left the Yanyue Sect market when he felt someone was following him.

Come to think of it, after selling Dingyan Dan so many times, it is hard not to attract other people's attention.

When Nie Zhaonan realized that someone was following him, he did not panic. With his own strength, he had few rivals in the foundation-building realm.

Still calm and unhurried, he maintained his usual speed and headed towards the remote dense forest outside the city.

After more than half an hour, Nie Zhaonan arrived at a sparsely populated forest. He got down from the magic weapon, put his hands behind his back, stood there looking back, waiting for someone to come.

After a while, the two foundation-building monks came to the opposite side of Nie Zhaonan, dozens of feet apart, and the two sides looked at each other in silence.

One cultivator was in the middle stage of foundation building, as fat as a ball, with a big head and two soybean-sized eyes narrowed, looking shifty. Another cultivator had reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, as thin as a bamboo pole, with no flesh on his body, and deep sunken eyes, as if his body had been hollowed out by alcohol and sex, with a miserable appearance of kidney deficiency and severe damage to his vitality.

Both of them were wearing ragged, dark clothes, like beggars on the street, but dressed like this to rob, they looked like vicious criminals.

In the eyes of the two men, the opponent was just a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and they had two cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building. The opponent was naturally meat in the bowl and could not escape from the grasp of the two men, so they were naturally sure of victory.

The fat and sloppy monk smiled like a smiling Buddha and said, "Haha, fellow Taoist, today we two brothers came to borrow some spiritual stones to spend. A wise man knows how to deal with things. If you hand them over directly, we two brothers will make friends with you. If you don't, don't blame us for taking action."

But before he could utter the word "ruthless", Nie Zhaonan on the opposite side suddenly became more powerful, and instantly turned from a cultivator who had just entered the foundation-building stage into a cultivator in the middle stage of the foundation-building stage. The peach wood sword weapon shot out directly to three feet in front of the fat Taoist without warning.

Nie Zhaonan won't listen to the enemy's nonsense. Only dead enemies are good enemies.

This was Nie Zhaonan's first time facing a cultivator of the same level, so he was naturally extremely cautious.

He had accumulated a Thunder Spirit Sword Technique in the Zixiao Cave in advance, and when the opponent relaxed, he would instantly recover his skills and launch a surprise attack.

Both the fat and thin man were shocked by the sudden change in front of them. Their faces changed drastically and they immediately took out their magic weapons to fight the enemy.

The fat Taoist priest was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. He took out the top-level magic weapon, the Green Wood Shield, and held it in front of him.

With a "snap" sound, the scene in front of him shocked the fat Taoist. The peach wood sword carried the force of thunder and lightning, and instantly pierced through the green wood shield, leaving a charred gap.

"Ah!" The fat Taoist screamed in fear, and his soybean-sized eyes widened.

Amid the lingering sound of fear, the peach wood sword directly hit the fat Taoist's head. With a "bang", the big head exploded.

Although all this seems to take a long time, it happens in a flash.

Relying on his own cultivation and magic, Nie Zhaonan gathered his strength and seized the opportunity when the two opponents were careless, and instantly killed the Fat Taoist, a cultivator of the same level.

Seeing his second brother die in the blink of an eye, the thin Taoist was also filled with grief and cried out in sorrow: "Second brother!"

However, the critical situation at the moment did not allow him to be careless, so he forced himself to be alert.

After Nie Zhaonan launched an attack, he immediately put on boxing gloves and used the technique of walking on snow without leaving any trace. Relying on his strong body, his figure flashed quickly and approached the thin Taoist.

When Nie Zhaonan got close, the thin Taoist just managed to use the black iron shield to defend himself, and attacked Nie Zhaonan's magic weapon with a flaming spear. At this time, the thin Taoist could no longer maintain the calm appearance of the big brother before, and his eyes were extremely solemn.

Nie Zhaonan's body swayed, and he dodged the attack of Chang Ge. In a blink of an eye, he got close to the thin Taoist and punched the black iron shield with a heavy punch. With a "bang", under the huge force of tens of thousands of pounds, as soon as Fang Yi touched the shield, the black iron shield was directly shattered.

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