Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 455 The Blessed Land of the Demonic Sect

His voice trailed off, the last few words barely audible, "Manager Mo has another 30% hidden account."

"The net monthly commission is no less than 100,000 mid-grade spirit stones."

One hundred thousand spirit stones?!
Still a medium grade!

Xu Yunfan secretly gasped. No wonder the Yuanshi Sect had wasted countless people here. It was a blessed land that naturally suited many of the Yuanshi Sect's methods. Even the True Monarch had tried to take it down several times because of it.

One hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones.

In the eyes of the True Lord, this is also a very good source of income.

No wonder they take turns on duty. If all the guards were to be guarded by one True Lord, the other True Lords would naturally be dissatisfied. Taking turns is the best option.

Who's in charge of the market area now?

"Yes, it's Manager Mo from Baiyu Peak."

Zhou Lu lowered his head and said meekly, "Her niece married the cousin of a disciple of the Baiyue Peak deacon."

Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this, glancing at Zhou Lu seemingly unintentionally.

Zhou Lu buried himself even lower.

This old guy...

"Starting tomorrow."

Xu Yunfan's voice sent a chill down everyone's spine, "All cultivators will take turns in three shifts. Zhou Lu will lead the team to repair the array patterns on the east side."

He paused, then said calmly, "As for the market, have Manager Mo hand over the percentage of the profits collected tomorrow."

It's very simple. Since Manager Mo didn't come to see him today because he was on duty, he'll just be direct.

If you obediently hand over the keys, I might spare your life out of respect for Master Baiyu; otherwise, you'll meet again in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

After getting a basic understanding and making some adjustments according to his preferences, I put Zhou Lu in full charge this week.

Watching the old man walk out of the palace, Xu Yunfan indifferently withdrew his gaze.

This old fellow is dishonest and has many secrets. If he hadn't entered the Dao through martial arts and gained a keen eye for the human body, he probably wouldn't have discovered it.

What Zhou Lu just said had the air of trying to sow discord.

Fingertips silently made hand seals within the sleeve.

A wisp of divine consciousness, like a venomous snake, silently coiled around Zhou Lu's hunched back, while the spiritual pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator spread silently along the causal lines.

The old man in the gray robe had just stepped out of the palace gate when his figure paused almost imperceptibly.

A hint of confusion appeared in his cloudy eyes, as if a thin mist veiled his mind.

Xu Yunfan gently plucked a string in Zhou Lu's mind, like plucking a string on a musical instrument. Zhou Lu's tense back gradually relaxed, and even his breathing became steady.

This is a method of divine consciousness reflection used by Foundation Establishment True Persons. Although it is not fatal, it can unknowingly cloud a person's mind and gradually lead them into the abyss.

To put it more specifically, they were caught in a deadly trap.

Zhou Lu stood outside the hall, stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the arrangement of the new garrison commander was justified, and even had a slight illusion of "meeting a wise ruler".

He touched the ledger in his sleeve and actually mentally reviewed the locations of several hidden accounts, preparing to present them all the next day.

Xu Yunfan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

When he withdrew his consciousness, he deliberately left a mark on the causal line.

From then on, every time Zhou Lu had a greedy thought or a disloyal idea, he would feel like he was being pricked by thorns, and would eventually become more and more dependent on the "benevolence and power" of the garrison commander.

The pale moonlight outside the hall shone on Zhou Lu's receding figure, casting a long, distorted shadow like a puppet's strings. After finishing his preparations, Xu Yunfan naturally went to check out the walls of Han Ya Pass.

As soon as he stepped onto the city wall, the sight before him made his pupils shrink.

Below the pass stretched a dark river over a hundred miles wide. The ink-like water was so viscous that it was almost solidified, and it gleamed eerily under the pale moonlight.

The most horrifying thing is that countless pale arms are floating densely on the river surface. Sometimes they are outstretched as if they are begging for death, and sometimes they are curled up as if they are struggling, just like millions of drowning people making endless thrashing.

When the mountain wind swept across the river, those arms trembled in unison, and mournful howls echoed from the riverbed.

The sounds came in layers, as if a million wronged souls were crying out at the same time, making the hairs on the back of one's neck stand on end.

These are mostly the souls of cultivators who were sunk into the River Styx by the Yuanshi Sect after the great battles of Hanya Pass over the years.

The number wasn't that many at first, but Hanya Pass had been established for a long time and was a naturally blessed place that suited the Yuan Shi Zong.

Over the millennia, countless cultivators and mortals have been dragged to the River Styx and sunk to their deaths.

The river water was bone-chilling and soul-crushing, yet it also made them wish for death but could not, repeating the cycle of rising and falling day after day.

Several freshly dumped corpses on the riverbank were slowly sinking, their rotting flesh being eroded away by the river water, revealing stark white bones.

Those arms that sink to the bottom will soon rise to the surface again, continuing this eternal torture.

Those who sink into this River Styx are basically doomed to eternal damnation; the only way to escape this fate is through salvation.
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The next morning, just as the first wisp of purple mist crossed the surface of the River Styx, Xu Yunfan was sitting upright in the Xuanming Pavilion at the highest point of Hanya Pass.

The spiritual energy here was so dense it was almost tangible; the gray-black spiritual energy swirled around him like a living thing, making it an exceptionally yin place.

He was cultivating the Yin-Yang exchange and circulation method of the True Martial Subduing Demons Scripture, the Turtle Coiling Snake Method. This extremely Yin place was indeed an excellent place for him to cultivate.

The True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture circulating within Xu Yunfan's body was spontaneously absorbing and releasing the Yin spiritual energy within the Xuanming Pavilion, with the phantom of a tortoise and snake appearing and disappearing in his dantian.

At this moment, the gray-black spiritual energy surged into the meridians like rivers flowing into the sea, condensing into the shape of a coiled black serpent at the spine.

The Yin energy of the Styx River accumulated over ten thousand years in Hanya Pass was precisely the best resource for cultivating the 'Turtle Coiling Snake' Dharma Form, which surprised him somewhat.

Suddenly, the soft tinkling of jade pendants came from outside the pavilion.

Before anyone could announce it, a woman dressed in a crimson gauze dress was already kneeling at the foot of the jade steps.

The nine-phoenix gold hairpin in her hair swayed gently with her bowing, casting dappled light on the bluestone ground.

"Mo Qingtang of Baiyu Peak pays respects to the Garrison Commander."

Her voice was as soft as if it had been soaked in honey, and each word was accompanied by a perfect vibrato.

Xu Yunfan opened his eyes, and with a slight thought, the Xuanming Pavilion's doors opened by themselves without any wind. He saw the woman below the steps prostrating herself, her hands raised above her head, holding a gilded storage bag.

From his angle, he could just make out the faint pink lotus pattern on the back of the other person's neck.
That's the mark of a core disciple of Hundred Desires Peak.

If I remember correctly, this person should be a true disciple of Hundred Desires Peak, and there should be demonic patterns formed by the Hundred Desires Devouring Yuan Technique three inches below his lower abdomen.

"Get up and talk."

With a flick of his finger, Xu Yunfan sent the storage bag flying into his palm.

A sweep of divine sense revealed exactly 100,000 mid-grade spirit stones, with an additional three pills shimmering with peach-colored mist on the top layer.

He couldn't help but sneer; Baiyufeng really knew the rules of "apologizing" perfectly.

Mo Qingtang then dared to straighten up, but remained kneeling and dared not get up.

As the morning light slanted in, I could finally see her face clearly.

Beneath her arched eyebrows were two slightly upturned phoenix eyes, the corners of which were painted with gold powder depicting butterflies about to take flight. Her lips were so vibrant they looked like they had just drunk blood, yet the corners of her mouth naturally carried a hint of a smile.

(End of this chapter)