Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 68 Blood Base Pill
It was not yet sunset, but the Jingshen City built by the historian Pingrong was silent. The city that was bustling with people in the past was now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

A gray mouse rustled out of the underground river and quietly poked its head out.
At first glance, there is fresh meat all over the ground!
It was so happy that it had just stretched out half of its body when it suddenly felt dark above its head and a pair of cloud shoes gently fell down from above.

With a "slap", the owner of the cloud shoes didn't care that the liquid splashed from his feet had stained his long trousers. He raised his head and looked at the scene in the city at that time.

At this point, most of the Shi family members in the city had died, and most had fled, leaving only him, a haggard old man, hunched over in front of the city gate.

In front of him was a boiling cauldron. The old man had a silent look in his eyes. In his right hand, he held a leg bone of a young girl that had been refined to be as white as jade, and stirred it evenly in the viscous liquid in the cauldron.

The sound of water stirring continuously came into his ears, which was somewhat unpleasant and yet somewhat pleasant.

He is already one hundred and ten years old and is dying. He hasn't lived enough.

The deathly look in his eyes suddenly faded a little, and he looked down at the liquid in the cauldron, as if looking for something.

There are his great-grandsons who dare to grab his beard and laugh, his two beautiful daughters, his own son who can take on important responsibilities, and his cousins ​​who he has raised since childhood.
He tried to distinguish them one by one from the smelly liquid, but how could he do it?

The screams and incredulous looks of his relatives before they died popped up in his mind again. He was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes, then opened them again: "What else do I have to be afraid of?"

He looked at Jingshen City again. She was not like this when she was a child. She was very poor.

At that time, the dirty streets were filled with starving people lying on the ground, and the sewers filled with sewage were full of corpses torn by rats.

Her previous owner was not a historian. He joined the Grass Witch Cult and brought his tribesmen to take her back.

During these decades, they worked tirelessly to build her into a prosperous city that far surpassed Pingrong County.

The Shi family can enjoy peace and prosperity here. They can live a rich and prosperous life, and they worship themselves as gods.
Suddenly, he froze for a moment, and the movement of stirring the liquid in his hand stopped. Two turbid tears slid down his face full of grooves, dripped onto the bone stick, leaving two water marks, and then fell into the boiling cauldron.

They did not create any ripples, but after a moment, the sound of stirring water began again.

Shi Li's eyes turned red, and he seemed to have regained some spirit. After a long while, he murmured, "Don't blame me, I just want to live."

The sound of the wind also died down, making the old man look even lonelier.

The sun sets, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

A Taoist priest with a white face and long beard walked in from outside the city gate. He raised his eyebrows, bowed to Shi Li first, then stood up and sighed softly, "Brother Shi, you've gotten yourself into a big mess."

"Well, our master brother is here. I knew you would come." After hearing the voice of the person behind him, Shi Li's eyes seemed to brighten.

Shi Li laughed miserably and coughed up blood, but his hands did not stop moving.

At this time, he did not look up, but turned his back to the person who came. His eyes never left the cauldron in front of him, as if he wanted to stick his eyes in the whirlpool in the cauldron.

Shi Li's two gray pupils followed the whirlpool and turned again. The old man muttered something, and finally, as if he had counted, he took the leg bone and stirred it vigorously again.

After finishing all these, Shi Li finally turned around. When he saw the person who came, the smile on his lips disappeared.

His voice became even more hoarse and unpleasant, but when he started to speak, the visitor pricked up his ears, not wanting to miss a single word.

Shi Li sneered, "Brother Chen, your aptitude is much better than mine. If you become the headmaster, you will be at the ninth level of Qi training at the age of fifty. But what does it matter if you are at the ninth level of Qi training at the age of fifty? You still have hidden injuries all over your body. You will never have the chance to build a foundation in this life."

"Brother, please don't make a mistake. Come with me to the governor to apologize. He will certainly be more considerate of our Grass Witch Cult's reputation."

Chen Ye didn't hear what he wanted to hear, so he had to suppress the throbbing in his heart and then persuaded in a gentle voice.

"Brother, look at the scene before you. Not to mention the governor, even if the governor of Shannan Road came in person, do you think I, your brother, can be so scary?" Shi Li laughed, drooling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes had become a little crazy. He had almost wiped out his family, so what if he was guilty of destroying his family? Could the governor bring his family back to life and kill them all again?
"Brother, the governor of Wenjiao has asked me to arrest you and bring you to justice. You'd better stop now." Chen Ye took another step closer.

"Look, this is the tragedy of not being able to establish a foundation. If someone in my sect had established a foundation, how could Huo Bing, a waste who has been lingering in the early stages of foundation building for more than a hundred years, have the courage to show off in front of our sect."

Shi Li sighed and didn't want to pay attention to Chen Ye anymore. He turned his gaze back to the boiling viscous liquid in the pot.

After looking at it for a while, he finally showed a bitter smile on his face: "After all, it's still a little bit off."

First, he killed all his direct blood descendants, including his own children, grandchildren, and other relatives, and used their blood, flesh, and marrow to refine precious medicine.

Halfway through the practice, he felt that the medicine was not strong enough, so he killed the collateral descendants of his brother's lineage and practiced again. Unexpectedly, the medicine was still not strong enough.

Shi Feng's ancestors were wild outsiders who changed their surnames and could not be used as medicine.

Shi Li had no choice but to select mortals with less turbid qi in his clan to make medicine. Originally, killing one or two thousand people would be enough.

Unexpectedly, as he was killing, he became angry: "Why, why should I die, but you guys have so much good time to live."

"Why, why! The entire Shi family has been under my protection for decades. Even if I want to kill you, you should just commit suicide. Why are you running? Why are you running?"

He couldn't stop himself and the blood flowed like a river. The medicine in the cauldron was powerful enough, but it had lost its purity and was too mixed.

If there is a cultivator of the same race with higher cultivation level by his side at this time, Shi Li can kill him and take the essence and blood from the tip of his heart, tip of his tongue and root of his nose to mix them together. Then, there may be a 20% chance of succeeding in refining it.

It was a pity that Shi Xiao never came back. I didn't even know if the loser I sent out to report the news made it to Qinye Forest alive.

"I destroyed my family and my clan, but I still can't make it?"

The magic spell in Shi Li's hand changed several times, and a pattern of an evil ghost appeared in the middle of the vortex of the liquid in the cauldron, emitting large amounts of water vapor, and the whole city began to be filled with a strong stench.

After a few more breaths, the liquid in the cauldron condensed into a black pill the size of a finger joint, emitting an evil aura.

Shi Li seemed to have found a rare treasure. He carefully held the pill filled with endless resentment in his hand and played with it carefully.

"What a pity." Even Chen Ye, who had been watching attentively, sighed at this moment.

"Master got the manuscript of the Blood Foundation Pill from a senior cultivator's residence. Although it was just a sudden idea of ​​the senior cultivator, no one has ever been able to refine this pill to build a foundation. But if it is really refined, according to the senior cultivator's calculations, there is at least a 40% chance of building a foundation, which is stronger than the foundation-building pill. Master was only one step away back then, but unfortunately Senior Brother is also a little bit away because of his poor luck."

"I can't do it. I can't do it. I'm too old, and my energy and blood are so weak. Even if I succeed, the chance of successfully building a foundation is only 50%. It's ridiculous that I resolutely destroyed my entire Shi family just for such a 50% chance."

Shi Li said this, but there was no regret on his face.

He had thought through the pros and cons before he attacked his family members. But he still did it, knowing that he would almost certainly fail, but he still did it.

This is the obsession of becoming an immortal, who can see it clearly? At least Shi Li can't see it clearly.

"Junior brother, you have seen clearly my method of condensing the pill."

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