From the family treasure tree to build an eternal family

Chapter 63 Pond Fish
"Waste, all waste! Why don't you stop him?"

Jiang Ze scolded his innate warrior.

"Investigate, investigate thoroughly! Search every inch of his visit and find the gray dagger!"

His men took orders and left.

The only ones left in the barracks were Jiang Ze and the soldier who betrayed Du Yong.

The soldier looked at Jiang Ze with a flattering smile, and his intention of waiting to receive the reward was self-evident.

"Humph."

A wisp of spiritual energy turned into a sharp blade and cut the soldier's throat.

"Gurgling~~"

The soldier's face was filled with horror and confusion, and his body fell limply.

Jiang Ze would never let this person spread the news. Not only this person, but if he found the spiritual flying sword, he would kill everyone he knew.

What does it matter if you kill as many mortals as you can for the spiritual weapon flying sword of the great monk who has established his foundation?

He just wanted to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage and escape from his status as a low-level cultivator.

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After half a day.

Jiang Ze did not wait for good news from his subordinates, but instead waited for the Foundation Establishment Immortal Yan Yijin.

"Ruan Xiong was found?"

Yan Yijin descended from the sky, his spiritual sense covering the camp, and found the bodies of Ruan Xiong, Du Yong and the soldiers.

Jiang Ze hurried to greet him. Facing the pressure from the Foundation Establishment Immortal, Jiang Ze's desire for the spiritual weapon flying sword instantly dissipated, and his eyes became extremely clear.

He was extremely respectful, afraid of saying something wrong that would arouse Yan Yijin's suspicion: "Senior Yan, Ruan Xiong has been found. This is his storage bag."

Yan Yijin casually took the storage bag and scanned the inside with his spiritual sense, his expression calm.

He had expected the storage bag to contain few treasures. After a life-or-death battle, he had undoubtedly used up all the treasures and resources he could.

"Who discovered him?"

"It's him…"

Jiang Ze pointed at Du Yong, who had already become a corpse, and his mind raced, thinking about how to explain.

"He secretly hid Ruan Xiong's treasures. I forced him to reveal the truth. Out of fear of the crime, he committed suicide by knocking his head to the ground and died."

"Oh? Why are you forcing him to tell me? Don't you know if I can search his soul?"

Yan Yijin raised the corner of his mouth and sneered. He saw through Jiang Ze's thoughts at a glance: "Oh, Ruan Xiong's body was delivered half a day ago. Why didn't you report it to me? What are you waiting for here?

Waiting for that mid-grade spiritual flying sword, huh?"

"No, Senior, let me explain..."

Before Jiang Ze could finish his words, he saw Yan Yijin pointing his finger at him, and two white rays of light pierced through his qi sea and chest.

Yan Yijin stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of Jiang Ze's head, using the soul-searching technique.

"Tsk, you're still not very skilled."

After a moment, he sighed and shook his head, and did not obtain Jiang Ze's memory. It was not easy to use the soul-searching technique well. Usually, only cultivators with stronger spiritual awareness in the middle and late stages of foundation building could use it proficiently.

Moreover, it is not easy to search the souls of weak mortals. The souls of mortals are too weak and will shatter at the slightest touch, making it difficult to retrieve their memories.

After Yan Yijin killed Jiang Ze, he ordered a large number of soldiers under his command to search for the magical flying sword.

Even if I have to plow three feet of land, I will find it.

Yan Yijin was suspended in the air, looking at the busy crowd below, and couldn't help but sigh: "The road to immortality is so difficult. People die for money, and birds die for food."

How many people will die because of a spiritual flying sword?
He even wondered if some of the searching soldiers might discover the flying sword and then hide it away, causing another round of bloodshed.

Another day passed.

Yan Yijin's men did not find the magic flying sword, but they found out another piece of information: Du Yong had a fellow villager, and he met Ruan Xiong after he discovered him and returned to the camp.

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Barracks station.

Xu Xiaoniu watched groups of soldiers leaving the camp and coming back in a hurry, not knowing what they were doing.

There had been frequent sightings of immortals flying around the camp over the past two days. He didn't care about their intentions, he only thought about when he could return home.

He had no idea that a crisis was about to strike.

Because of a casual remark made by Du Yong, he became an innocent victim of the catastrophe.

"Hey, there's another immortal."

He saw an immortal flying over his head.

No, this time it didn't fly past, but came towards him.

Xu Xiaoniu became nervous in an instant. He knew that it was extremely dangerous to have contact with immortals, no matter if they were enemy immortals or his own immortals.

Yan Yijin landed in front of Xu Xiaoniu, restrained his aura, and appeared very kind.

He looked at Xu Xiaoniu and recalled the information his subordinates had told him: this man was at the third level of Zhuang Gong, was a miner, and was from Baihe Village, Tonggu County, Yuanli County, with Du Yong.

"Hey, young man, your name is Xu Xiaoniu?"

Yan Yijin smiled slightly and greeted him.

"Yes, Lord Immortal."

Xu Xiaoniu didn't know how to address the immortal, and blurted out such a strange name.

"Don't be nervous. I want to ask you something. Are you familiar with a captain named Du Yong?"

"Well, he's from my hometown."

"Fellow countrymen? Where are you from?"

"Yuanli Commandery, Tonggu County, Baihe Village."

"Yuanli County? What a coincidence! I'm from Yuanli County too, so we're from the same hometown. What's your family like? How many people are there?"

At this moment, Xu Xiaoniu recalled what his father had told him: Don't lie to the immortal!
"I have parents, a younger sister and three younger brothers at home."

"Your family is quite popular. I heard you're at the third level of Zhuang Gong? What kind of Zhuang Gong do you practice?"

Yan Yijin didn't care about Xu Xiaoniu, he just wanted to dispel his guard in this way.

There is a high probability that he will fail if he uses the soul-searching technique, so he will not use it unless he has no other choice.

"I don't know either. My father taught me the standing practice that was passed down from my grandfather."

Xu Xiaoniu said truthfully.

For ordinary people, the ancestral standing practice is enough to establish a martial arts school and teach others martial arts. But for Yan Yijin, martial arts standing practice has no value, and he will not covet others' standing practice.

"Let me check on your progress in the standing meditation."

Yan Yijin said this, reaching out and gently placing his hand on Xu Xiaoniu.

A wisp of spiritual power circulated through Xu Xiaoniu and returned to Yan Yijin's body.

Yan Yijin had full knowledge of Xu Xiaoniu's situation.

"Have you already mastered the third level of pile training? With such solid skills, how can you be a miner?"

Yan Yijin looked at Xu Xiaoniu, who was wearing coarse linen clothes and had dark arms. He did not look like a warrior who had reached the limit of acquired talent at all.

"I only know standing meditation, not kung fu. And my father said that I don't need military merits, I just need to return alive."

"Haha, interesting."

Yan Yijin found that the young man in front of him was very honest and simple.

This man has been on the battlefield for many years, but he has no gold or silver on him, not even a blade to protect himself. It is obvious that he really has no ambition to achieve great things.

"By the way, let me ask you, has Du Yong ever said anything strange to you before?"

He inadvertently asked this most crucial question.

coming!

Xu Xiaoniu appears to be honest, but he is not stupid. He knows that an immortal would not chat with him for no reason.

He remembered his father's instructions: Don't lie to the immortal.

So without hesitation, I blurted out, "He told me to get something and bring it back to his house if he didn't come back. I haven't seen him in a few days, and I don't know where he went."

(End of this chapter)