Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 32 Something’s wrong
When Zhao Qi'an was teaching the little Taoist boy martial arts, his spiritual power attached to his bones, and he soon discovered that the little Taoist boy's nine "main bones" already showed some signs of refining.

"really."

He secretly thought that this result was not beyond his expectations.

When Zhao Qi'an saw the little Taoist boy for the first time, he realized that he had already opened the door to martial arts and entered the ninth level of bone refining.

This means that someone had introduced the little Taoist boy to martial arts before Zhao Qi'an.

Considering that the little Taoist boy was wearing the Taoist robe of Baiyun Temple when he was discovered, it is not difficult to guess that the person who taught him martial arts should be a Taoist priest from Baiyun Temple.

Baiyun Temple is both a Taoist temple and a martial arts sect.

But in this temple, only the old abbot has entered the realm of "heavenly man", and he entered the fourth level of Yuantai realm at the age of seventy.

If a warrior is too old, his blood is exhausted, and his body is weak, even if he forcibly breaks through to the fourth level of Yuantai realm, he will not be able to withstand the thunder tribulation of "Heaven's Blessing" and will not even be qualified to condense a purple pattern.

This is the case with the old temple master. He no longer has the chance to be reborn and achieve a flawless celestial body, and he will never be able to break through the third level of supernatural power in his lifetime.

Besides him, there are five Taoists in the Baiyun Temple who are at the fifth level of the Zhoutian realm. Two of them are traveling outside all year round, so there are only three left.

The one who taught the little Taoist boy martial arts should be one of these four people.

"The little Taoist boy's spine has been refined to be so transparent. It seems that Baiyun Temple has invested a lot of money in cultivating him..."

It can be imagined that when the old abbot of Baiyun Temple was about to die, he discovered the little Taoist boy, a peerless genius who was a reincarnated sword immortal, and he spared no effort in cultivating him, and the bone-hardening medicine he used was also the best one available on the market.

It’s a pity that Baiyun Temple was unable to protect such a good seedling, and ended up bringing unexpected disaster upon itself.

Zhao Qian'an put aside all distracting thoughts and stopped thinking about these things, concentrating on tempering the little Taoist boy's bones.

Everyone is born with different talents in martial arts, and the foundation of one's bones is an extremely important part of it.

If you want to see the quality of a person's bones, you can tell by how quickly he absorbs the bone-hardening medicine during his martial arts enlightenment.

The better the root bones are, the faster they absorb the medicinal liquid, and the more "flawless" the root bones will be after tempering.

Zhao Qi'an controlled the speed at which the medicinal power in the medicine entered the little Taoist boy's body, but no matter how fast the medicinal power entered, it was quickly absorbed by the little Taoist boy's bones.

"what?"

He let out a light exclamation, and gradually increased the speed at which the spiritual energy swept through the medicinal power, guiding more medicinal power into the little Taoist boy's body.

The little Taoist boy groaned, his brows tightly furrowed, and "black mud" continued to emerge from every pore on the surface of his body.

But Zhao Qian'an only felt that every bone of his was like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring the medicinal power. His bones became whiter and whiter, and finally took on the color of glass.

As the main spine was refined to the color of glazed gemstone, the left upper arm bone followed...

Left forearm bone...

It was not until the fourth main bone was half refined that the medicinal liquid in the bathtub was no longer viscous, but became clear, with some "mud" washed out from the little Taoist boy's body.

This bucket of bone-hardening medicine, which was enough for an ordinary person to take a bath for a month, had completely lost its medicinal properties and turned into a basin of dirty water.

The spiritual power that Zhao Qian'an injected into the little Taoist boy was taken back into his body according to the circulation of the heavenly body.

He released his hand that was pressing on the little Taoist boy's forehead, held his forehead, and murmured:
"This is not normal..."

The speed at which the little Taoist boy refined his bones was obviously abnormal.

Although he only has the A-level cultivation qualification, there are some A-level qualifications among Zhao Qi'an's adopted sons.

But in terms of the speed of bone refining, no one can compare to this little guy in front of him.

This was obviously abnormal. He seemed to be born with a clear mind, which was most likely related to his origin as a "reincarnated great power".

According to this, perhaps before this little fellow reached the level of his previous life, breaking the mirror was as easy as eating and drinking, and was far from being as simple as having "A-level" talent.

There was a hint of earnestness in Zhao Qi'an's eyes when he looked at the little Taoist boy.

“Perhaps this little fellow’s mirror-breaking speed in the future will be even faster than Wushuang’s back then.”

A person suddenly appeared in his mind. He still remembered the first son he adopted. When he left him, he smiled and said, "I will fight for the best in the world for my adoptive father."

But it’s gone for ten years and never comes back.

Now, I don’t know where he is.

Zhao Qi'an sighed lightly, withdrew his thoughts, and looked at the little Taoist boy again, touching his head.

……

After that, the little Taoist boy was quickly carried away by the ugly slave to take a bath.

Although I just came out of the bathtub, it was a medicinal bath after all, and the impurities in my body were discharged, so I still have to wash again.

Zhao Qi'an returned to his study room, and after a while someone knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Old Nie pushed the door open and walked in. He was carrying a book basket on his back. He put the book basket on the floor of the study without saying a word. Then he took out a small bamboo tube the size of a thumb from his arms and handed it to Zhao Qian'an.

After Zhao Qianan took it, he pointed at Zhao Qianan in dissatisfaction and made a few gestures.

Zhao Qi'an understood it at a glance. The old man was dissatisfied with the recent work and asked him to hire two more people to serve him so that he wouldn't be ordered around by the old man all the time.

Thinking about it, the ugly slave has been complaining recently that he can't handle everything by himself, maybe he should have one or two more people to serve him.

Zhao Qi'an nodded and said, "I'll consider it."

As he opened the small bamboo tube and took out the secret letter, he asked, "Did you see the little Taoist boy Ling Yunzi just now?"

Mr. Nie nodded.

Zhao Qi'an asked, "How is this child?"

Mr. Nie gave a thumbs-up.

"How about following you?"

As soon as Zhao Qi'an said this.

Old Nie's expression suddenly became hesitant. His wrinkled face wrinkled completely, making him look a little sad, and his eyes were very hesitant and conflicted.

But in the end, he shook his head.

Zhao Qi'an stopped insisting and nodded, "I understand."

After saying this, he didn't mention it again and looked down at the secret letter in his hand.

Old Nie looked a little regretful, but in the end he just bowed to Zhao Qian'an and left the study.

After Mr. Nie left, he carefully read the secret letter in his hand.

"Foster father, everything went well. All the Taoist priests in Baiyun have been taken to the prison of Xuntianjian."

Everything developed just as Zhao Qi'an expected.

If what the gold and silver protectors said was true, then it would only take a few days of detaining these Taoists to free them from the control of the Blood Bodhisattva.

By then, some people will be in trouble.

I just don't know what this blood Bodhisattva is...

While Zhao Qi'an was thinking about these things, he casually placed the secret letter in his hand into the flame of the candlestick, lit it, and threw it into the copper basin next to the desk.

After doing all this, his eyes fell on the book box brought by Mr. Nie.

This book box contains all the information collected by the Xiaowei about the "Salvation Church".

(End of this chapter)