One person established a clan

Chapter 4: Venting

【Blood and flesh tempering completed】

【Membrane quenching begins】

[The remaining amount of black iron spiritual energy is eighty-nine years]

Su Cheng exhaled hot, stagnant air, his entire body shrouded in a white mist. His clothes, which had originally fitted him, were stretched tight by his muscles, and even his height seemed to have increased.

“It’s so fast it’s scary.”

He groped and kneaded his arms, feeling the powerful force contained therein, and felt quite excited.

With the automatic support of the triple training room, the progress of practice is terrifying.

【Distance to Xuan.50%51%】

[Li Mingwen, in the state of concentration, enters the initial stage of Xuan]

Su Cheng was lost in thought. The gap in their cultivation was rapidly narrowing.

He tried to mobilize the spiritual energy in his palm, and wisps of silver light rose up and danced at his fingertips like a wave of his arm.

"so amazing."

The cultivation gained through the training room is just like that achieved through personal practice, without any sense of sluggishness or unfamiliarity.

As soon as the mind moved, the wonderful heat in the body flowed through the whole body, the senses of ears and eyes became extremely clear, even the slightest sound of sand outside the house was clearly heard.

Su Cheng was amazed at the change in himself, and his gaze quickly turned back to the woman at the table.

The female corpse still had her eyes closed and remained motionless. As the spiritual light faded, her face returned to its pale and miserable state.

After taking off the charred robe, the wet dress vaguely outlined her graceful figure. Even though she was lifeless, she was still as lifelike and cold as jade.

[Analysis detected that the body is still active, and can consume a minimum amount of spiritual energy to maintain its integrity and vitality]

"This is best. It will save you a lot of trouble."

Su Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have any creepy quirks, so he wouldn't take advantage of a corpse.

But this female corpse was only allowed to serve as a 'temporary container' for the Immortal Sect system.
not enough.

Su Cheng's mind moved, and he suddenly uttered the mantra of puppetry.

With a flick of his two fingers, a few wisps of transparent silk threads transformed from spiritual energy slowly floated out and attached to the female corpse.

"You founded the Huanxing Sect, a den of evil, during your lifetime, and you are filled with sin. Now that your body is at my disposal, I can count it as a way to accumulate merit for you."

Su Cheng's face was heavy, and he muttered silently: "Get up!"

The female corpse trembled slightly all over, and she sat up unsteadily, but she swayed back and forth in an uncoordinated manner and almost fell off the table.

Su Cheng's forehead was sweating, and he quickly calmed himself down, which allowed him to sit up straight and put his hands flat on his knees obediently.

"call"

This puppetry technique is a simple mystical art for controlling straw and wooden figures.

It is indeed not very convenient to use it to forcibly control a corpse now.

But Su Cheng had already mastered this technique thoroughly. After a little thought, he gradually adapted to how to control the other person's body.

Soon, the female corpse began to jump around in the house, her steps light and her body swaying, almost like the movements of a living person.

"It's done."

Su Cheng nodded in satisfaction and quickly put away the mysterious technique.

The female corpse paused, slammed her head against the wall, and slowly slid down to her knees with her slender waist bent. Her posture was a little strange.

Su Cheng laughed dryly twice, then urged Xuan Shu to make him stand up and sit back at the table.

Looking at the other person's calm and cold face, he felt a subtle mood for a moment.

It's like playing with a doll.
"Forget it, don't think so much."

Su Cheng put aside his distracting thoughts, helped the other person wipe off the water stains on his body, put on the black robe again, revealing only a delicate and flawless face.

She tied up her messy snow-white hair again and used the jade butterfly hairpin she found in her dress to secure it.

"good."

Su Cheng moved the candlestick further away, stepped back to the door, and looked closely at the female corpse on the bed.

If he didn't know, he wouldn't be able to tell whether the other person was dead or alive.

"Now, we just wait for the prey to come to us."

The thunder gradually dissipated, but the night rain did not stop.

Two figures holding umbrellas walked side by side through the narrow mountain path.

"Brother Lin, it's just ahead."

Li Mingwen wiped the rain from his face and looked at the farmland not far away, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "The candle is lit in that shabby house. He didn't escape."

Lin Zhi smiled helplessly and said, "Where can a mere mortal like me escape to? Junior brother, you're just overthinking it."

The elder's lecture was delayed for a long time tonight, and he wanted to go back to the peak to rest, but Li Mingwen pulled him hard and he couldn't resist.

"but."

Lin Zhi stroked the hilt of the sword on his waist: "You even specifically asked me to bring a weapon for self-defense, so what is Su Cheng's secret?"

Li Mingwen said in a deep voice, "The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. This kid is really weird! He clearly came to the mountain to seek immortality and the way, but his reaction after entering the mountain gate was completely different from that of ordinary people. Everyone else was extremely excited, but he was so calm. And after learning the truth about my sect, not only did he not panic, he even looked at me coldly."

Lin Zhi also frowned. "It's a little strange, if you put it that way. But..."

He might make mistakes sometimes, but the formation at the mountain gate was set up by the elder himself, so there is no way he could have made a mistake.

"Maybe it's just a cold temper?"

"Kill him." Li Mingwen quickened his pace, slowly unsheathing the sword at his waist. "To prevent any further trouble."

"Okay, I'll help you pick another one to look after the fields tomorrow."

The two walked hurriedly, quickly crossed the farmland, and came to the door of the thatched cottage.
Glancing at the wood chips all over the floor, Li Mingwen's face turned even colder. He immediately strode into the house, sword in hand, ready to stab someone.

"Die. Eh?"

Li Mingwen stopped moving suddenly and stood there in a daze.

Lin Zhigang, who followed her into the house, drew his sword and was shocked when he saw the stunning beauty sitting inside. He almost dropped his sword in fright.

"Zong, sect leader?!"

The two men were trembling violently, immediately dropping their swords and bowing. "Disciple, greet the master!"

Li Mingwen was sweating profusely, his heart filled with fear. Lin Zhi was even more regretful, wondering why he had gotten involved in this mess.

They could freely lobby other elders of the sect, but they must not be careless with the sect master.

Not to mention, the two of them had just drawn their swords in front of him, how could he explain that?!

"Why, draw your sword."

The cold beauty spoke hoarsely, her eyes empty and hollow, which made the two men feel a chill down their spines.

Lin Zhi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a trembling voice, "Master, we heard that there were wild beasts in this area, so we came here with swords to drive them away. We didn't expect you to condescend to come here."

"It doesn't matter."

The cold beauty slowly closed her eyes: "I will be in seclusion here to gain enlightenment, you can go back."

Li Mingwen and Lin Zhi suddenly raised their heads, and after being stunned for a moment, surprise suddenly appeared in their eyes.

"Thank you, Master..."

Before he finished speaking, the hairs on the backs of the two men stood up, and cold murderous intent flashed across their spines like lightning.

Li Mingwen turned around in horror. The long sword had just come out of the sheath half an inch when the strong wind blew up the strands of hair on his forehead. The fist shadow, accompanied by an explosive sound, rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Click!
The sound of a skull shattering shook the rainy night. Li Mingwen's entire face was sunken like a clay sculpture, and his broken teeth mixed with blood foam drew arcs in the air. His long sword slipped out of his hand and pierced the ground. His body flew backwards, piercing through the earth wall, and rolled for more than several feet.

"who!?"

Lin Zhi reacted faster. The moment he sensed the murderous intent, he retreated out of the house with a face full of shock and anger.

Su Cheng had a blank expression on his face. He bent his knees to steady his body, and then exerted force with his legs, approaching at lightning speed.

"My sect leader is still here—"

The roar turned into a muffled groan in his throat, and he only had time to block with his sword. The collision between the sword spine and the heavy fist was like thunder.

Lin Zhi only felt his palms bursting, the sound of the sword made his eardrums hurt, and he was pushed back three feet by the huge force, and the seams of his shoes were filled with swirling wet mud.

A cold light flashed in Su Cheng's eyes, and his right hand stretched out in the air.

The iron fork hidden in the field trembled and flew up, with a sound of breaking through the air, heading straight for the enemy's back. The wheat in the field broke through the air mark, and the tip was only three inches away from the Taoist robe!

"you!"

Lin Zhi hurriedly turned around and swung his sword, barely blocking the iron fork, but a strong wind suddenly broke through the air and hit his ears.

His face changed suddenly, and the back of his collar was wet with cold sweat. Only then did he realize that Su Chengyuan was stronger than him!

"Master, save me!!"

He rolled over in the field in a very embarrassed manner, shouting in panic.

The next moment, a knife shadow swept over, and a burst of energy suddenly exploded behind his head, blood mist splattered, and his knees softened and he fell to the ground.

died.

Su Cheng stood behind him, took a few deep breaths, and put down the hatchet that had cut the hole. "Ordinary means really can't penetrate it. It needs to be wrapped in spiritual energy."

Glancing at Li Mingwen, who was motionless not far away, he adjusted his breathing slightly, his heart still beating like a drum.

The feeling of killing someone for the first time was indeed disgusting. But when I thought about how these monks were all evil and far worse than animals, the discomfort gradually faded.

Just think of it as killing chickens and pigs.

Looking at the dead body at his feet, Su Cheng frowned.

These two people are weaker than expected.

"I thought it would be a tough battle, but it turned out to be so easy. It was a waste of my equipment; I didn't even get to use it."

Su Cheng slowly calmed down, stuck the hatchet into the ground, squatted down and pressed the back of the corpse.

[Lin Zhi, first entering the Xuan realm, nameless mortal vein]

[Can absorb residual spiritual energy and feed it back to itself]

"absorb."

(End of this chapter)