After entering the world of cultivating immortals, I have been living and sleeping

As soon as the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill is taken into the mouth, it suddenly loses its sense of existence and is quietly lurking somewhere in the body, waiting for the day when it will take effect.

Although Ye Pianran knew this fact, he still felt somewhat unreal in his heart.

After all, this was a genuine ancient divine elixir, and its value could not be estimated with spiritual stones. It was the largest fortune she had ever seen in her two lifetimes combined.

After putting away the empty jade bottle properly and taking a deep breath of the medicinal fragrance that filled the room, she felt her heart return to its true place.

The Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill is an ancient magical pill, and its medicinal fragrance is also a rare treasure.

Adhering to the principle of making the best use of everything, Ye Pianran absorbed the diffuse fragrance of the medicine and directly restored his injuries to more than 90%.

If you want to completely recover and return to your peak state, it cannot be achieved by external things. Instead, you must rely on your own recuperation and cannot be hasty.

The day passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was time to set off.

Everyone gathered in the open space in the front yard. After counting the number of people, Baokui Zhenjun launched an exquisite fairy boat the size of a palm. It was able to catch the wind and turned into a luxurious ship.

The giant wheel is five stories high and so big that it cannot fit in the front yard and can only stop in mid-air.

The disciples escorted the eight children onto the boat one by one, and Elder Sui was picked up by Zhenjun Baokui himself.

After finalizing the departure time yesterday, Chai Yuan decided to send the children to say goodbye to their families. After all, it had been years since they left, and it was still unclear whether they would be able to come back in the future.

After everyone stood firm on the giant ship, Baokui Zhenjun waved his hand, closed the hatch, and officially set off.

The giant wheel slowly rose into the sky, and within a moment it reached a height of a thousand feet above the ground. Then it turned into a stream of light, rushed into the clouds, and disappeared.

On the ground, in Huixing City.

The surviving residents seemed to have made an appointment. They all walked out of their homes, looked at the huge fairy boat from a distance, and saluted with their eyes.

Many people looked solemn and bowed deeply towards the direction the fairy boat was leaving.

There were even many excited people who knelt on the ground with their families and kowtowed several times, with tears streaming down their faces.

All living beings have different expressions, but at this moment they show the same emotions.

Huixing City is a small city. Just looking at the proportion of Chen family members who have joined the Tianheng Sect, we know that the vast majority of people in this city may never interact with the so-called seven major sects in their entire lives.

But when they were facing annihilation, the Tianheng Sect was like a magic weapon descending from the sky, defeating the Chen family's conspiracy.

Tianheng Sect is a life-saving grace for all of them.

Somewhere in the city, in a magnificent mansion, the three brothers and sisters of the Meng family stood together, looking at the direction in which the fairy boat disappeared.

The scene of walking together outside the city in the past was still vivid in his mind. Meng Teng thought that he had been impressed by the caravan, but he really couldn't imagine that their background was so big.

Now that things have happened, it makes no sense to say this.

After the previous two cooperations, Meng Teng was completely convinced of these disciples.

Ask yourself, if it were him, facing the extremely dangerous situation that day, he would definitely not be able to make a clear and effective decision, sacrifice his life for justice, and go deep into the tiger's den.

Perhaps, the difference between people lies in this.

Sure enough, there is a reason why this top sect has been able to thrive on the mainland for tens of thousands of years.

Meng Teng had a complex and melancholy look on his face. Meng Shanshan wanted to say something, but after seeing her brother's face, she swallowed it back silently and kept her mouth shut.

After this incident, she is naturally no longer as innocent as before.

The idea of ​​having a good son-in-law sent from heaven, entering a high family, and holding a grand wedding banquet are all fake.

The marriage between her and Chen Shurui was originally a scam. Now Meng Shanshan has completely understood that in this world of immortality that eats people without spitting out their bones, only strength is the last word.

There had never been a day when she wanted to become stronger as much as she did now.

Although she could no longer join the Tianheng Sect, she was not willing to waste her life. She also wanted to see the scenery from high places and know what the world of the strong was like.

At least, she won't be at the mercy of others like this time!

……

High in the sky, there is a giant fairy boat that is galloping like lightning, heading towards the Tianheng Mountains at full speed.

Baokui Zhenjun's transportation tool is of a higher grade than Elder Sui's, and is naturally faster.

However, in more than half a month, half of the 100,000-mile journey was covered. It took less than two months to reach the sect.

On this day, many restrictions were placed in the room on the top floor of the giant wheel.

Lord Baokui was sitting on a futon, with a Qiankun bottle suspended in his generous palm, from which screams could be heard from time to time.

If Ye Pianran were here, he would definitely recognize that the owner of this scream was none other than the Nascent Soul Evil Cultivator.

On that day, the evil cultivator gave up his body and fled out of his body, but he was still captured by Baokui Zhenjun and locked in the Qiankun bottle.

In a sense, the Qiankun bottle can also be regarded as a kind of space magic weapon. There is a layer of red fire at the bottom of the bottle, which will endlessly burn the soul of the Nascent Soul, which can be described as an extremely harsh punishment.

Baokui Zhenjun locked the evil cultivator's Nascent Soul in a bottle for a full month before he opened a crack and said coldly.

"Have you thought it through?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, ah... it's so hot, hiss..."

The protector was very tough-talking, but Baokui Zhenjun did not talk nonsense to him and increased his firepower with an expressionless face.

"I advise you to think clearly before speaking."

"Hmph, don't waste your efforts, I can't possibly tell you! If you have the ability, just kill me directly. With these methods, you have the nerve to call yourself a decent family, ah ah ah..."

After pressing to no avail, Lord Baokui pressed his eyebrows and closed the bottle, and the protector's curses and screams suddenly stopped.

He wasn't very good at this, so he might as well wait until he returned to his clan and leave this mess to professionals.

The Tianheng Sect Law Enforcement Hall is famous throughout the Canggu Continent, and it has no worries about being able to pry open the mouth of an evil cultivator.

There is still about half a month left before they can reach the sect. Calculating the time, if these evil cultivators still have backup, it will be almost time to arrive.

Lord Baokui stood up, walked to the flower window, looked at the clouds outside, and a cold light flashed in his sharp eyes.

……

Since the day of the incident, Huixing City has been completely closed down. The ban will not be lifted until the Tianheng Sect comes again. During this period, all matters in the city are taken over by the Meng family caravan.

The closure of the city had little impact on the vast majority of residents in the city. After the Tianheng Sect and his party left, they resumed their previous lives.

Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

They say time heals everything, and people always subconsciously avoid talking about tragic things.

Therefore, to this day, no one in the city is talking about the Chen family. On the surface, it seems that the story has ended.

However, this is not the case. Under the calm surface, there are often undercurrents.