One person established a clan

Chapter 5 Kill Down the Mountain
[Aura filtering]

[A total of two years' worth of spiritual energy has been absorbed]

After dealing with the two bodies, Su Cheng took off his modern clothes and put on the black Taoist robe he had stolen.

After looking at the jade pendant that he had worn for more than twenty years, he did not throw it away after all, but put it into his clothes.

The spiritual energy and physical strength that had just been consumed were replenished, and even the progress of cultivation was accelerated a lot.

But this spiritual energy was ultimately forcibly obtained. After filling the meridians throughout the body, the excess was stored to fill the consumption in the training room.

[Black Iron Spiritual Energy: 88 Years] [Pure Spiritual Energy: 2 Years]

[Distance to Xuan: 89%-90%]

Su Cheng's mind moved slightly, and he summoned a trace of spiritual energy in his palm to filter out the impurities produced.

Dark red mist swirled up, emitting a pungent stench that even rain could not dilute.

Simply put, it's a ball of dirty blood.

Su Cheng's face was gloomy.

I wonder how many civilians they killed to create something like this.
But thanks to this, the total amount of spiritual energy in his body is more than twice that of the Huanxing monks at the same level.

"And then there are these two swords."

Su Cheng hurried back to the house and picked up the swords of the two men.

The sword was three feet long, its blade thin but remarkably tough. The hilt was engraved with a star pattern, presumably a unique mark of the Huanxing Sect.

[Ordinary Sword*2, made of black iron, ordinary weapon]

[Qi-boosting pills*6, ordinary pills]

[Can consume spiritual energy to refine again]

"Re-refine everything."

Su Cheng took out the porcelain jade medicine bottle from his pocket, and it and the two long swords turned into streams of light and disappeared.

In the system panel, you can see that the [Alchemy Room] and [Weapon Forging Room] are both lit up and are also operating at three times the speed.

It’s a pity that the female sect leader didn’t carry any magical weapons, or they were destroyed by a natural disaster, otherwise they could be recycled.

"time to go."

Su Cheng extinguished the candle and glanced at the beautiful sect leader sitting on the bed.

Driven by the mysterious magic, she quickly stood up, smoothed the wrinkles of her robe, and set out to follow closely.

The Huanxing Sect is located between three mountains and on five peaks.

Because of this, the sect's territory was quite vast, with mountain paths and forests crisscrossing each other. Every night, disciples from each peak would patrol the area.

There was a thunderstorm tonight, and most of the disciples on duty could not shirk their responsibilities. Only three of them had no choice but to go on night patrol.

Passing by a pavilion in the mountains, they all went in to take shelter from the rain and shake off the dew on their bodies.

"The rain is getting heavier. Let's not go shopping anymore."

"But the clan leader came to inspect three years ago. If he was caught."

"We won't be the ones to die." The rough-looking monk tugged at his collar and spat harshly, "If anything goes wrong, just blame Lin Zhi and the others!"

The companion beside him chuckled and casually changed the subject: "Speaking of Lin Zhi, where is he?"

"I heard he went out with Li Mingwen."

"doing what?"

"Kill the pig." The burly monk sneered twice. "I heard there was a mortal named Su Cheng, whose words, actions and appearance were very strange. He dragged Lin Zhi to silence him."

"Li Mingwen is so suspicious? What a shame! Such a waste of a good medicinal herb. That little chick last time really left me with a lasting impression."

rustling --

The sound of falling rain came from far away, and a dark shadow slowly appeared in the mountains.

The three people in the pavilion quickly grasped their swords at their waists. "The Sect Master is here today, and all disciples must remain in the pavilion. Which peak are you from? Who allowed you to escape?"

"Bold."

The beautiful woman pushed aside the branches and walked out with a cold face. "Are you talking to me?"

The three monks stared with their eyes wide open and quickly bowed: "Master, please don't blame us! We-"

Before she finished her words, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out from behind the beauty, her long robe swung in the rain, and her long sword swept across with the sound of rain, and the pale sword light suddenly appeared like clouds and moon.

The three men suddenly sensed the impending murderous intent, their pupils shrank, and they all drew their swords.

Chi!
But the long sword that was blocking the way was cut off in an instant. The tip of the sword swept across like a bee, and three scarlet blood flowers spurted out of the throat.

The three men's eyes were bloodshot, their faces were full of horror, and they retreated repeatedly, covering their wounds.

Su Cheng's face was cold. He raised his hand and made a sweep. The three broken swords that were spinning in the air suddenly flew back and pierced the necks of the three people without warning.

"you do not."

The three monks staggered, spoke hoarsely and vaguely, and only blood foam gushed out of their mouths.

Without saying a word, Su Cheng stepped forward and stabbed three times straight into the heart.

In the blink of an eye, three bodies fell limply to the ground, having already died unwillingly.

"Absorb spiritual energy."

Su Cheng leaned over and pressed the back of a corpse, while at the same time collecting all the broken weapons that fell to the ground and using the system to help decompose them into materials.

He finally exhaled slightly, calming his turbulent emotions. He had adapted to the feeling of killing surprisingly quickly.

He glanced at the ever-increasing spiritual energy reserves, then looked at the light sword held tightly in his hand.

"This sword is good."

Although they are of the same ordinary grade and even made of the same material, they can easily break the swords of three people, which shows that their quality is completely different.

The output speed of the weapon forging room is also amazing.

【Black Iron Sword, Common Weapon】

[Materials are sufficient, you can continue to strengthen]

Su Cheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately agreed, sending the sword in his hand back to the system space.

He searched the body and found three heavy tokens in addition to some miscellaneous items.

"It should be some kind of identity token. Maybe it's useful."

He put the token in his arms and controlled the female corpse to continue moving.

"It would be best to find a lone disciple first, capture him, and ask him about the specific situation of the Huanxing Sect."

Su Cheng hurried through the rainy forest, his eyes cold beneath his hood. "If all the disciples of Huanxing Sect are of this level, and the elders are not much different..."

After walking for a while, he and the female corpse gradually stopped and glanced at the dark corner of the rock wall.

Amidst the sound of rain, there was a strange sound.

"Do you want to continue hiding?"

A chill gradually appeared behind Su Cheng, and he said in a low voice: "You want me to drag you out myself?"

There was silence for a moment, and then a thin, handsome man turned and walked out with a serious expression on his face.

"I never thought a 'colleague' would actually sneak into our sect and kill people in secret. How vicious!"

"It's a bit ridiculous to hear the word 'vicious' coming out of your mouths."

Su Cheng looked around and confirmed that the other person was alone. "Who are you?"

"I am the eldest senior brother of the Huanxing Sect, the first person under the true teachings, Huang Wuxuan."

Huang Wuxuan's eyes were sharp as he pulled out his sword inch by inch. His aura became more and more condensed and heavy, as if even the rain falling around him stopped.

"Thief, I'll cut your tendons first, then bring you back to the elders. Huh?!"

His expression suddenly froze, and he stared blankly at the stunning woman beside Su Cheng.

In the shadow of the rainy night, only half of the other person's face was vaguely revealed, which made his heart tremble.

"Master, that's not right!"

Huang Wuxuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he drew his sword and shouted, "The Sect Master is currently in seclusion to break through. Who are you?! Who assigned you to come here in disguise?"

Su Cheng summoned the newly forged sword from his robe and walked out leisurely: "She is the real one."

[Jingxuan Iron Sword, an ordinary weapon]

"nonsense!"

"If you don't believe me, come and take a closer look."

Su Cheng drew two lines with his fingers in his sleeves, and spiritual energy floated out like transparent silk threads.

Huang Wuxuan's expression shifted constantly, his eyes shrouded in murderous intent. He naturally didn't believe such nonsense. Now, his only thought was to kill this man and capture the woman with the face of the sect leader!
As soon as he took a step, a whistling sound suddenly came from both sides.

hidden weapon? !
Huang Wuxuan suddenly shrank his body and raised his head, only to see two pieces of black iron fragments collide in mid-air, with a ding sound, sparks bounced off each other in front of his eyes.

The spiritual energy wrapped around it is the palm energy technique?!
How could such a simple and crude mystical technique actually be so powerful?!

Huang Wuxuan's mind raced, but Su Cheng took the opportunity to approach him and stabbed him with his sword.

Dangdang Dangdang!
The weapons of both sides clashed, and faint lights exploded in the dark woods.

Huang Wuxuan hurriedly parried a few moves, his brow furrowed. This man was incredibly strong, his attacks were even faster and more brutal, and he was definitely not an ordinary person!
He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that his weapon was dented with many cracks, and the number of cracks was still increasing.

"Don't engage in close combat, kill as quickly as possible!"

Huang Wuxuan swung his sword and forced Su Cheng back half a step. He moved his left palm and a flash of inspiration appeared, as if a mysterious technique was about to be performed.

At this moment, a heavy punch suddenly hit his lower back!
"Goooo?!"

Huang Wuxuan's eyes widened in shock, his breath stagnated, and he looked back in surprise.

The cold beauty appeared at some point, and her jade-like palm instantly pierced into his back.

The sudden punch and palm strike made Huang Wuxuan stagger and his throat felt fishy.

Su Cheng immediately kicked him over, raised his sword and pierced his shoulder bone, nailing him to the ground.

"Uh!"

"Okay, stop struggling."

Su Cheng snatched the sword full of gaps from his hand and held it against his neck.

Huang Wuxuan clutched the sword tightly on his shoulder, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a monster.

"Puppetry Refining Technique!?"

(End of this chapter)