I attained immortality through meditation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Be careful... the Black Fiend Sect... they... are the sworn enemies of my Pure Yang Palace."

"...Back then...it was them...who destroyed our sect..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Yangzi's hand, which had been gripping Zhao Zi'an's arm, slipped away.

A satisfied smile still lingered on his face.

A descendant of the Pure Yang lineage, who had struggled for countless years to preserve the tradition, has passed away.

Zhao Zian looked at the old Taoist priest in his arms, who had already lost his breath, and felt a mix of emotions.

He never imagined that he would receive this inheritance by chance.

Behind this lies a destroyed sect and a deep-seated blood feud.

It's the Black Fiend Sect again...

A moment later, Zhao Zian gently laid Xuan Yangzi's body down.

He found a place with decent feng shui on the mountain peak, wielded his sword to cut through the soil, dug a deep pit, and buried the old Taoist priest there.

There was no tombstone, only a simple earthen grave.

Zhao Zian bowed three times to the earthen mound.

Regardless, this old Taoist priest can be considered his senior fellow disciple.

After doing all this, he turned around and returned to the original battlefield.

Murong Qingxue was still standing in the same spot.

"It's alright now."

Zhao Zian walked to her side.

"Um……"

Murong Qingxue nodded and subconsciously moved closer to Zhao Zian.

Zhao Zian's gaze fell on his own shoulder.

The little white fox had shrunk back to the size of a palm, lying listlessly with its ears drooping.

That was a wide-range illusion that could affect two evil cultivators and a powerful demon beast.

This is also a considerable burden for it.

Zhao Zian stroked its little head with a touch of tenderness.

He took out a pill to restore mental energy from his storage bag and fed it to its mouth.

The little white fox sniffed, then stuck out its tongue and rolled the pill into its mouth.

Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

After settling the little white fox, Zhao Zian walked toward the corpse of the black-robed man he had killed.

He began to grope the man in black without any hesitation.

Soon, he found a small cloth bag, several bottles of pills, and a small black booklet.

The cloth bag is a storage bag, but it has very little space.

Apart from some gold and silver and a few low-grade spirit stones, it was completely empty.

Poor bastard!

Zhao Zian cursed under his breath.

He opened the bottles of pills, and a strong smell of blood hit him.

The bottle contained a dark red pill, not some righteous pill.

"A Blood Spirit Pill refined from the essence and blood of living beings?"

Zhao Zian recognized him at a glance.

Although this kind of pill can quickly replenish spiritual power, it will destroy the cultivator's foundation.

For oneself, one can use the spiritual power of the "Longevity Technique" to refine away the impurities and evil energy within.

He carefully put away the pills and looked at the small black booklet in front of him.

The book has no title, and its cover is made of animal hide.

Turning to the first page, the first line of small print reads "The Art of Ghostly Corpse Refining".

Zhao Zian's eyes narrowed slightly. This was a heretical cultivation technique that recorded how to create corpse puppets!

He quickly flipped through it; the contents were extremely malicious.

From selecting and raising corpses to refining souls and controlling corpses, everything is extremely bloody and cruel.

This technique originated from the Black Fiend Sect?

Probably!

Although Zhao Zian would not practice such evil and heretical methods.

But this booklet held extraordinary significance for him.

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

With this cultivation manual, he could gain a general understanding of the methods and weaknesses of the Black Fiend Sect cultivators.

This is far more valuable than a few bottles of pills or a few spirit stones.

He put everything into his storage bag.

Zhao Zian stood up.

"We need to get out of here as soon as possible."

Zhao Zian said to Murong Qingxue.

Once one leaves, no one can say for sure whether he will return, or even bring stronger helpers.

Don't stay here for long!

Murong Qingxue naturally had no objection and nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Zian grabbed Murong Qingxue and dashed into the dense forest.

Murong Qingxue was pulled along by him and could only follow Zhao Zian's footsteps.

The man's palms were large and warm.

She looked at his profile and at his wary eyes.

This man always seems to know what to do.

Zhao Zian's divine sense enveloped the mountains and forests within a radius of several miles.

He was looking for a place to hide.

Finally, he stopped in front of a stone wall.

Beside the stone wall is an inconspicuous cave entrance.

There was a faint trace of demonic energy remaining at the entrance of the cave, but it was very weak, suggesting that the original owner had been gone for a long time.

"This is it."

Zhao Zian pushed aside the vines and went inside first.

After confirming there was no danger, he turned around and nodded to Murong Qingxue.

Murong Qingxue followed her in.

Zhao Zian took out a few small stones from his storage bag and set up an early warning array near the cave entrance.

"What is this?"

Murong Qingxue asked curiously.

"Early Warning Formation"

Zhao Zian explained.

"I'll know immediately if something gets close."

He then took out a luminous pearl from his storage bag.

After doing all this, he sat down cross-legged.

He looked at Murong Qingxue and said solemnly.

"Next, I'm going to refine some things, and the process might be a bit dangerous."

"You will protect me and guard the cave entrance, so that nothing can disturb me."

"If... I mean, if."

"When he saw black energy emanating from my body, he couldn't control himself."

"You run away immediately, without looking back, understand?"

Murong Qingxue's heart tightened suddenly.

She nodded vigorously, drew her longsword, and walked to the cave entrance.

I won't let anything hurt you.

Zhao Zian glanced at her but said nothing more.

He took out the jade bottle containing the Blood Spirit Pill from his bosom.

Upon opening the bottle, a pungent smell of blood mixed with an evil aura wafted out.

Murong Qingxue felt uneasy when she smelled this scent at the cave entrance.

Zhao Zian poured out a dark red pill.

There seemed to be traces of blood on the pill.

He swallowed the Blood Spirit Pill in one gulp.

boom!

The pill entered his stomach and transformed into a frenzied energy that rampaged through his body.

The roars and howls echoed directly in his mind, devouring his sanity and cleansing his Dao heart.

Zhao Zian's body began to tremble, and a trace of dark red evil energy seeped from his skin.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

Murong Qingxue, standing at the cave entrance, bit her lip tightly, not daring to make a sound.

She remembered Zhao Zian saying that the only thing she could do now was to trust him and protect this place!

The moment Zhao Zian's mind was swallowed up by a surge of energy.

He sensed the spiritual power of the "Longevity Formula" in his dantian.

A surge of vibrant golden spiritual energy erupted forth.

Golden light shot through the meridians of the entire body, gradually breaking down and melting away the chaotic energy.

The wailing of vengeful spirits becomes the purest form of soul power.

The impure essence and blood are washed away, removing impurities and restoring them to their most primal energy.

Zhao Zian focused his mind on the "Longevity Manual," guiding that power to cleanse the evil forces within his body.

The sky outside the cave changes from light to darkness, and then from darkness back to light.

Murong Qingxue did not sleep all night.

He just sat there at the cave entrance, staring at Zhao Zian.

The black and red evil aura on Zhao Zian's body gradually faded, and his pained face calmed down.