Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 12 Gift Pill
Two other small paper figures crawled out from the corpse, one on the left and one on the right, and walked to the side of the small paper figure in the middle.

Xiao He, now in human form, was squatting behind the three small paper figures.

"Yan Yan, what is this?"

Xiao He lowered her head, staring at them suspiciously. She wanted to reach out and touch them, but she didn't dare to.

Song Yan shook his head; he had never seen this thing before either.

"Susu..."

The little paper figure swayed in the mountain night breeze, making a rustling sound.

To Song Yan's astonishment, the three little paper figures bowed to him and then ran off in the northwest direction.

With a furrowed brow, he began to perform another incantation with his fingertips.

Three fragments of magical artifacts that had fallen nearby suddenly flew up and shot towards the three small paper figures.

laugh--

The three fragments pinned the three paper figures to the ground.

There were no screams, no cries for help, and no sound at all.

The little paper figures seemed to have died quietly.

Suddenly, three streaks of blood-red light emerged from the paper figure and continued flying northwest. The light was too fast to be stopped.

Song Yan frowned thoughtfully.

It doesn't look like anything legitimate...

However, due to his low level of understanding and limited knowledge, he simply stopped thinking about it.

He walked straight to the three corpses and began to examine them.

Of the three, only Lu Xiaowei possessed a Qiankun bag; the other two were practically penniless, possessing only a small bell.

Song Yan directly used his spiritual power to erase the mark on Lu Xiaowei's Qiankun bag on the spot.

"So poor."

Before this, Song Yan thought he was probably one of the poorest cultivators in the world, but compared to these people, he was actually not bad.

There are a total of eight spirit stones and two black nails. If you include the three from before, that makes five nails.

There were several coffins, some empty and some containing corpses, but Song Yan wasn't interested.

A sheet of paper with written text, and two scattered jade slips.

The center of the paper was mostly obscured by black bloodstains, making it impossible for Song Yan to read what was written on it. He could only make out things like "Holy Religion" and "feminine"...

He probed the jade slip with his divine sense and found that it was a blank jade slip. There should have been something inside, but it had been erased.

The other one records the refining method and medicinal effects of a product called "Transformation Blood Pill".

Blood from the corpses of middle-aged people, blood from the heart of stillborn infants, blood from the corpses of the elderly...

Looking at these alchemy materials, Song Yan felt like vomiting.

The effects of this Spirit Transformation Blood Pill left Song Yan speechless.

Repeated use can cause a special meridian to grow in the body of mortals who lack the aptitude for cultivation, thereby giving them the opportunity to cultivate to the third level of Qi Refining.

How can cultivators without spiritual roots be allowed to reach the third level of Qi Refining?
This is unheard of...

Soon, Song Yan saw the bottle of pills in his Qiankun bag.

Song Yan opened the jade porcelain bottle, and a strong smell of blood wafted out. He frowned and his gaze sharpened as he noticed that the pills inside the bottle had an abnormal color.

The crimson color was so deep and vibrant, it looked as if it were stained with blood.

"..."

Xiao He transformed into a snake, swam around once, and then poked her head out from the collar of his Taoist robe.

"Ugh~ It smells awful."

Song Yan sealed the elixir bottle: "This Xinshan Hermit is indeed a remnant of the demonic cultivators..."

"Just tell them everything after you return to your clan..."

When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. When those powerful demonic cultivators wreak havoc on the world, they can't possibly be the first to target a nobody like him...

Song Yan had absolutely no use for these things.

He planned to pick out something that didn't seem very valuable from these items and hand it over to the sect along with his mission, "confession."

Regardless, since there are clues about demonic cultivators, they should still be reported.

As for the rest...

Song Yan decided to sell it to Granny Qin. Her little shop should accept these things, right? She'd sell it for whatever amount she could; it would be a small fortune.

Even a small mosquito is still meat; Song Yan is so poor now that he can barely afford to drink the northwest wind.

After finishing everything, Song Yan turned back and buried the bodies of the three villagers.

"Big brother and sister, I apologize for my rudeness earlier, but I did it so that you could rest in peace..."

Sighed.

"Life is as worthless as grass..."

After Song Yan finished packing everything, he rushed back to his thatched cottage before dawn.

The next day, Song Yan descended the mountain.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I'm returning to my sect today. I'll leave the people of the town to your care..."

Zhao Fengcheng also prefers tranquility and lives near the foot of Qingshi Mountain.

"Junior Brother Song, those three..."

Song Yan smiled slightly and said, "They should not come to Shiliang to cause trouble again..."

"Oh...that's good."

Zhao Fengcheng nodded repeatedly, his gaze towards Song Yan filled with envy.

For those inner disciples, there are probably plenty of outer disciples like Song Yan, who simply cannot keep up with their cultivation pace and have no chance of attaining immortality.

For disciples like Zhao Fengcheng who were expelled, being able to continue cultivating in the sect like Song Yan was already a dream come true.

And Zhao Fengcheng is the envy of so many people in Shiliang Town.

This has always been the case between people.

"Senior Brother Zhao, this is a bottle of Qi-Nourishing Pills, which I refined myself. They may have the effects of a mid-grade pill."

With a flick of his finger, Song Yan brought a small porcelain bottle to his hand: "Although it's not the most suitable elixir for you, it's still a token of my junior brother's goodwill."

Those who know Zhao Fengcheng know that he is not a very likable person.

Cowardly, timid, and insecure.

However, he was diligently searching for promising cultivators in the town for the Dongyuan Sect, and Song Yan was one of the disciples he discovered and brought into the sect.

Even when Lu Xiaowei and his two companions caused trouble, they dared to stand up for these people.

In this cultivation world where everyone is in danger, not mentioning motives is already being kind to many people.

Since he had now broken through to the fifth level of Qi Refining, the Qi Nourishing Pill was no longer of any use. He might as well repay the favor of being his "guide" on the path to immortality back then.

Song Yan was poor, but he was still generous when it came to spending money on things that needed to be spent.

"This……"

Elixir, a mid-grade elixir!
Although it was the lowest grade of Qi-Nourishing Pill, it was priceless to Zhao Fengcheng.

His eyes burned with fervor, and polite words like, "It's my duty, how could I dare accept it?" were on the tip of his tongue...

But I just couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Thank you... Junior Brother Song."

Every time I mention the words "junior brother," I feel like my tongue is burning.

He bowed deeply and buried his head in his hands.

"Senior Brother Zhao, there's no need for that. If it weren't for you guiding me into this path, how would I have ever seen the way of cultivation?"

"I will repay this kindness today, so that I won't be caught without it when I die."

Song Yan gave a self-deprecating laugh and left.

"Death and the annihilation of the Dao..."

Zhao Fengcheng sighed deeply, gripping the porcelain bottle in his hand even tighter.

After walking for a while, Xiao He in her sleeve hummed, "Are we going to the immortal mountain?"

"Let's go to town first and say hello to Anian and Darong..."

Although Lu Xiaowei and the other two are dead, he still doesn't know what they... or rather, what the so-called Xinshan Sanren wanted to do with Sheng Nian.

"We have to give Ah Nian a heads-up, no matter what."

A cultivator travels a great distance to find a mortal constable...

What's the point?

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