Taoist help me live forever

Chapter 240 The Program to Become a Leek

boom!
A thunderstorm fell.

I saw a multicolored golden core rising into the sky slowly, dispelling most of the power of the thunder, and then falling on the people underground, there is not much power left.

A Golden Core Thunder Tribulation passed smoothly.

The stern-faced young monk knelt down in front of Yu Xian.

"Disciple Lu Changqing pays respects to Master!"

Yu Xian put away the heavenly aura in satisfaction, and threw it into the alchemy furnace beside him.

The body inside turned it into one hundred and twelve thousand three hundred and sixty-four practice points in a short while.

Because there is no need to comprehend the laws of heaven, he absorbs them extremely quickly.

Lu Changqing, who knew long ago that his heavenly aura after crossing the catastrophe, would be transformed into an elixir, did not show any surprise when he saw this.

He has become a fake alchemy cultivator, and his strength realm has a natural shackle. There is not much difference between one more heavenly aura or one less.

On the contrary, it is more important for him to become a disciple of a true demon king.

Even if he didn't practice magic skills.

But this is not important.

Because what he wants to do, righteous way can't help him.

"One more step."

Yu Xian threw out a jade tablet indifferently.

"With the power of your soul, this seat can accept you as an apprentice with confidence."

He didn't change the process just because Lu Changqing was not a monk of the magic way.

Since you have taken the initiative to step into this muddy water, you must have the awareness to ignore life and death.

And for the monks who got the Blood Demon Order to enter his trap, there were different procedures according to their cultivation level.

First of all, monks who have not reached the level of foundation-building monks will generally die directly in the phantom of the sea of ​​blood, and then recover the blood demon order.

As for the cultivators who have reached the foundation and have not reached the peak of foundation, the first step is to dedicate their soul power.

Those who are willing can directly accept the registered disciples, and then refer to Fei Yi's treatment.

If you don't want to kill it directly, take back the Blood Demon Order.

And monks who have reached the late stage of foundation establishment, regardless of their aptitude, will directly bestow heretic golden pills to force them to break through.

If the breakthrough fails, naturally everything will stop.

Those who are willing to donate the power of the soul after the breakthrough is successful will save their lives and use them as cattle and horses.

Those who don't want to use it as cultivation resources, and take back the Blood Demon Token.

As for the demon cultivators in the Jindan stage, they are directly subdued and used as cattle and horses.

Those who are unwilling to surrender are also used as cultivation resources to recover the Blood Demon Order.

From the Qi training period to the Jindan period, everything is clearly arranged.

As for the event that Yuanying Zhenjun and above come, then he will run first as a respect, and if he can't escape, he will leave a blood puppet and write down a small notebook by the way.

Faced with Yu Xian's request to kill him, Lu Changqing hardly hesitated, and quickly divided and offered the power of the soul, without a trace of strangeness on his face.

The importance of the power of the soul to a monk is self-evident, even if it is only divided by a small amount, it is equivalent to the pain of tearing the soul.

Seeing this, Yu Xian calmly refined the jade tablet into a blood soul guide, and after sensing the close connection between the two, he nodded secretly.

Acting so easily, he thought there was some secret method that could replace the power of the soul to coax him, but his feelings were just very tolerable.

"Good apprentice, you are the most satisfying teacher for distributing so many blood demon orders for the teacher."

Yu Xian looked at Lu Changqing who looked respectful, and he had the air of being a teacher.

This Lu Changqing was the one he sold the Blood Demon Token not long ago. He was not a demonic monk, but he was one of the most enthusiastic monks after taking the Blood Demon Token.

After buying the Blood Demon Token, he left the Cliff Street City on his back foot, followed the guidance of the Blood Demon Token, and rushed in without stopping.

Needless to say later.

Serving pills, breaking through, drawing souls, and apprenticeship are one-stop services.

"The master is very kind and virtuous, helping the disciple to break through the golden core realm. The disciple is just offering a little power of the soul, so what's the point?"

Lu Changqing's tone was still respectful.

But Yu Xian would rather have more resentment in his tone.

A person with such a tolerant heart is not a character at first glance, and with the cultivation of the secret technique of overdrawing his lifespan, it is very likely that there is some kind of blood feud on him.

He just wanted to harvest some moxiu leeks, and he didn't want to get involved in any grievance situation.

But he is so respectful, even offering the power of the soul, if he turns around and kills him, this is not in line with his principles.

Although he actually has no principles.

Yu Xian's heart moved, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Good disciple, since you have entered my sect, offerings from the master's sect are indispensable in the future. I don't make it difficult for you as a master, and offering one hundred thousand spirit stones a year is enough.

If the offerings are not enough, the teacher can only follow the rules of the sect.

Of course, as a disciple of a teacher, if you want to borrow the reputation of being a teacher, or even invite a teacher to help, as long as your offerings are in place, even if you are against the Xuanyang sect, the teacher will help you out. "

Lu Changqing's expression was moved for the first time, the corners of his mouth were slightly opened, his eyes struggled for a moment, and he suddenly asked:
"Dare to ask Master, if you want to ask Master to help, how many offerings will you need?"

The corner of Yu Xian's mouth was hooked up, but he said slowly:
"It depends on what you ask the teacher to do. If you ask the teacher to deal with a small golden core, then it is enough to enshrine a few million spirit stones.

But if you are dealing with Yuanying Zhenjun who is in the same realm as the teacher, you will have different offerings in the early, middle, and late stages.

Who do you want to ask as a teacher to deal with? "

Lu Changqing was overjoyed: "It's just a late-stage Jindan monk."

Yu Xian wrote lightly: "For the sake of your obedience, when you gather enough 500 million spirit stones to enshrine, I will help you once as a teacher."

Lu Changqing's eyes suddenly had hope.

"From now on, the disciple will be the master's saddle and horse, and he will die!"

Yu Xian nodded slightly and waved his hand to make him retreat.

"Since you have broken through, I won't keep you as a teacher. Just remember to come and offer an offering to the teacher every November and eleventh."

Lu Changqing only saw the master wave his sleeves in front of him, and he felt the world spinning, and when he woke up again, he was already standing on the wilderness.

"It's like a dream."

He clenched his fists, feeling the real power in his body, and the slowly rotating golden core in his dantian couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Father, mother, my son will definitely avenge you, sister, my brother will definitely save you."

His gloomy and desperate life suddenly ushered in the light of hope.

And the prerequisite for doing all this is to earn 500 million spirit stones!

……

"It seems to be another tragedy of bitterness and bitterness, son, work hard to make money."

After witnessing everything, Yu Xian withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention.

Only 500 million spirit stones can invite a Nascent Soul True Monarch and buy the life of a late-stage Jindan monk. This price is not too cost-effective.

That is to say, Moxiu dared to take this kind of order.

Under normal circumstances, even Yuanying Zhenjun would not deal with Jindan cultivators just for the sake of millions of spirit stones.

Unless the two have grievances in the first place.

After all, Zhenjun Yuanying is not short of these few spirit stones, and dealing with a Jindan cultivator will cause unnecessary trouble.

These days, monks who can practice to the Golden Core realm, who has no connections.

No matter how bad it is, I will always recognize the local county magistrate, mansion master.

These are all students of the Xuanyang sect who are serious and honest, and their relationship can reach to the sky.

If it was because of old grievances, even if the blood flowed like a river, no one would intervene casually. At most, it would be a reminder not to harm the innocent.

But if you hunt and kill low-level monks at will, it is equivalent to labeling yourself as a demon cultivator.

And the living environment of the magic cultivator in the Xuanyang realm can be imagined.

Of course, Yu Xian is not optimistic about Lu Changqing. The so-called 500 million spirit stones are just a hope for Lu Changqing, so that he can work hard and be a good horse.

For a fake Dan cultivator, it is an extremely distant dream to earn 500 million spirit stones by fighting alone.

Even if you can save 20 spirit stones every year, it will take 25 years in theory.

But the actual situation is that the 20 and 25 spirit stones have to be offered to the master on time, so 50 years has become [-] years.

In the past 50 years, I have to ensure that there will be no accidents.

Otherwise, if you get injured in a random fight, it will take a year and a half to heal the injury, which will not only greatly increase the expenditure, but also greatly reduce the income.

Not to mention other accidents.

Even if he is honestly practicing an immortal cultivation profession that can stay at home without doing hands-on work, such as alchemy, weapon refining, and talisman making.

However, high-level professional inheritance has always been rare, and casual cultivators can obtain third-level inheritance.

Moreover, these high-end occupations required a lot of talent.

Even for a rich and leisurely person like Yu Xian, except for Formation One, other professions are still stuck at the second-level level.

Even if he was lucky enough to get a high-level inheritance, and he happened to be talented, could he just sit at home and collect money?

The answer is of course impossible.

Because while high-level professions make money, they also burn a lot of money.

Take an alchemist as an example, the cost price of a furnace of heretic golden elixir reaches more than 100 million spirit stones.

And ordinary third-order spirit pills also cost tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of spirit stones per furnace. Once the refining fails, the spirit stones will be thrown into the hands.

The higher the elixir, the longer the refining time.

Refining and smashing a batch of pills not only lost a lot of cost, but also wasted a lot of time.

Unless one keeps refining the same kind of elixir, even a master of alchemy cannot guarantee the success of every batch of elixir.

And when I finally get a panacea, I can guarantee profits.

The hyenas who smelled the spirit stone came to the door.

At this time, if you don't have the strength to protect yourself, even a high-level professional will become someone else's money-making machine.

Other professions have similar difficulties.

To be precise, this is the difficulty of casual practice.

Life is full of ups and downs, and one carelessness is the end of life and death.

Lu Changqing wanted to save up to 500 million spirit stones, without other assistance, it was really a long way to go.

And these magic repairs are consumables in Yu Xian's eyes, so naturally they won't get the same treatment as those reserve members of the Datong Association.

Even if it wasn't because Lu Changqing didn't practice magic skills, he wouldn't even be able to get out of the secret realm.

……

Following the success of Lu Changqing's apprenticeship, the semi-secret realm arranged by Yu Xian welcomed seven demon cultivators one after another within half a year.

Among them, one in the Qi training period is dead.

One in the early stage of foundation establishment and one in the middle stage of foundation establishment. They all donated their souls, successfully apprenticed to their masters, and practiced the blood-melting magic art with the eldest disciple Fei Yi, and the formula of burning soul and destroying life.

In the late stage of foundation establishment, after taking the golden elixir of heretics, one died and the other surrendered.

It has to be said that the foundation of the magic cultivation is so fast that the foundation is too weak, and it actually failed to break through with the help of the golden elixir of the heretics.

This kind of situation happened only once in the more than 100 cases that Yu Xian helped break through.

However, a weak foundation is a common phenomenon in the magic cultivator group, which increases the cost for him out of thin air.

One in the early stage of Golden Core, one in the late stage of Golden Core.

The former was unwilling to surrender, and his body was submerged in the soul banners of thousands of beasts, which turned into good consumables to enhance the power of the soul banners.

This kind of Jindan cultivator who broke through by himself can be said to be a great tonic for the soul of the beast.

The latter is old and mature, but chooses to surrender.

After he walked out of the secret realm, no matter who asked him, he kept silent about it.

It disappeared shortly after.

However, according to the person next to the latter, he obtained a secret from the ancestor of the blood sea that seems to be a chance of a nascent infant, and he has already pursued it.

As a result, the Blood Demon Token, which had already fallen to 880 eight spirit stones, rose rapidly in response to the sound of the market.

But Yu Xian did not take the opportunity to ship to attract leeks, but continued to wait.

Soon, the time came.

On this day.

In a dimly lit cave.

Fei Yi, with gray hair and an old face, sat cross-legged on a futon, and grinned at a monk who was also sitting in front of him and looked like a leather bag and skeleton.

The obviously sunny smile, combined with the situation, looked particularly eerie.

"Senior, thanks to your help, this junior has entered the realm today. Please help this junior one last time today."

With a flip of his palm, a shining Five Elements Pill appeared in the air, making the environment of the cave much brighter.

For more than half a year, he used the fake alchemy cultivator in front of him as his cultivation resources, and pumped his blood day and night to practice the blood-transforming demon skill.

Coupled with the help of the Burning Spirit and Losing Fate Jue, the skill can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds.

Of course, the price is that his lifespan is close to the limit, with less than ten years left, and a fake alchemy monk has been refined by him to the point where his life is exhausted.

Even if the restraint on him is lifted at this moment, there may not be much strength left.

The leather-clad monk opened his mouth, and made the sound of bones colliding. His tone was weak but firm.

"Fei Yi, your master is just using you, if he sincerely accepts you as his apprentice, why would he allow you to practice this dharma that drains your potential lifespan.

You have practiced so far, even if you can break through smoothly, your lifespan in the future will never exceed 300 years.

And he will be shackled by fake pills for the rest of his life, and he will not be able to make any progress.

Your final end will only be the same as mine. "

Fei Yi smiled, with an inexplicably troubled expression.

"So I choose to gamble again."

He actually put away the Five Elements Yuan Pill again, and pressed one hand on the monk's celestial spirit cover, and the essence and blood in his body flowed back into the skeleton monk's body.

"Senior, if you want to take revenge, please help me, let me refine you into a blood demon puppet, help me truly break through the golden core realm, so that I can continue to move forward.

One day, I will make my master pay the price! "

Hearing this, the skeleton cultivator's strength of resistance was greatly reduced. He took a deep look at Fei Yi and closed his eyes completely.

"Remember what you said today."

Blood flowed profusely, and the skeleton monk's skin sac filled with gas, but his breath was completely wiped out.

Fei Yi's face became paler, but his eyes became crazier.

"With my blood, gorefiend avatar, refine!"

hum!
The skeleton monk's flesh fell off, revealing the skeleton frame inside and the blood essence clinging to the skeleton.

As Fei Yi's blood essence penetrated into the bone marrow bit by bit, the corpse of this fake alchemy cultivator was gradually refined by him, becoming a puppet controlled by him.

A month later.

The sky changed drastically, and thunderclouds gathered.

(End of this chapter)