Mortal: The Heavenly Spiritual Root that Begins from the Demonic Path

Yi Jue watched Wan Xiaochuan leave without saying much, but his eyes flickered as he looked at the terrifyingly powerful spiritual consciousness.

Yes, this person's spiritual consciousness is so powerful that it is not at the Jindan stage at all. If Yi Jue's spiritual consciousness had not broken through to the Yuanying stage, it would be difficult for him to feel what kind of turbulent waves are hidden under his calm sea of ​​consciousness.

"Nascent Soul cultivator, huh."

Yi Jue snorted coldly. This seemingly enthusiastic cultivator had come to make friends with him rashly and obviously had no good intentions. However, the two of them clashed with each other's spiritual consciousness several times, and the man did not gain any advantage at all, so he left with a big laugh.

Yi Jue also wanted to find out the truth about this person, and by the way, get to know the value of participating in the Tianluo Conference.

"I'm afraid Wan Xiaochuan is also a dark horse."

Yi Jue found an inn to rest, but the price of this inn was extremely high, and Yi Jue, a descendant of a large family, could not afford it. However, when he went upstairs, he heard a late Jindan cultivator say,

"They will bully us casual cultivators. If they meet Zen Master Taiyi, we will teach them a lesson."

Another person in the group said,
"Zen Master Taiyi was born as a casual cultivator, but he hates evil and would rather mind his own business. However, there are many Jindan cultivators in Bingyuan City, so even if it's Zen Master Taiyi, he may not be able to get a good result."

At this time, a plain male monk with long hair came in and happened to hear these words. He smiled and said,
"That bald donkey Taiyi, who was always so hostile to small sects, never provoked me, the Six Sects of Demonic Dao."

"These inns are all owned by the six sects of the Demonic Path. I'm afraid that Taiyi the Bald Monk will just pay the money obediently instead of fighting for justice as you said."

Hearing this, the monk who had spoken ill of Zen Master Taiyi earlier wanted to speak up for Zen Master Taiyi, but was grabbed tightly by his companions and dragged out.

Then he whispered,
"You don't want to live anymore, that person is Song Nian, Song Nian from the Tiansha Sect!"

There was no Taoist name, just a name, but it made the cultivator who had been mumbling before shut up. Yi Jue happened to be at the corner at this time, and when he heard this, he looked up at Song Nian.

Afterwards, he felt a vast divine consciousness rushing straight towards him. After being hit, the opponent withdrew his power and looked at Yi Jue, nodding slightly.

Yi Jue also nodded and secretly memorized the man's name.

"Song Nian, the peak of Jindan is the false infant cultivation, the Yuanying stage consciousness."

After Yi Jue returned to the room, he asked the store owner to give him a list of people participating in the Tianluo Ceremony. This is one of the reasons why this room is so expensive.

And it is precisely because of the background of the Tiansha Sect that this inn dares to openly sell this information and make a profit.

Today, there is still half a month away from the Tianluo Ceremony. People will continue to come during this half month. Today alone, Yi Jue met two tough opponents.

"People die for money, birds die for food."

Song Nian downstairs looked at the shopkeeper with interest and asked,

"Who was that monk who just came upstairs?"

The shopkeeper looked at Song Nian in front of him, and although he had a smile on his face, he did not dare to be careless at all, and said conscientiously,
"This person's name is Yi Jue. He claims to be the Lord of Ziwei City in Ziweiyuan, Jiang Kingdom. However, this title has only appeared during the invasion of the demonic sect several decades ago. This person's real background should be the patriarch of the Yi family in Huangquan Valley."

"My most recent achievement is that I killed a pseudo-infant who was about to die on the battlefield."

"In this conference, many Yuanyings spoke highly of him, and some believed that he could be called a seeded player."

Song Nian curled his lips and smiled, "If he can't be called a seeded player with Nascent Soul level consciousness, then I don't have the face to be called a seeded player either."

The shopkeeper didn't dare to respond at all. Fortunately, Song Nian ignored him, but simply looked at the check-in list and then left.

Since Yi Jue lived here, he naturally didn't feel safe living here directly, even though the room here was guarded by a third-level protective formation.

In the inn on the other side, Song Nian also rushed over quickly, but when he saw his gloomy face, he obviously knew that he was angry.

The reason for their anger was naturally that a war had broken out here. You know, the Tiansha Sect had taken over half of the accommodation this time. If they earned less, the Guiling Sect would earn more.

In the battle between the two, an inn was directly destroyed. Song Nian couldn't help but be angry about the loss.

"Don't be so angry, bald donkey. If you don't want to be my male servant, you can consider being my dual cultivation partner."

The two parties fighting were actually a pretty girl and a monk in a monk's robe. When Song Nian arrived and saw that the two had not yet fled, he immediately laughed angrily,

"I thought it was you two, the two enemies. Five thousand spirit stones each, and get out. If you don't get out, I will beat you until you get out."

The woman did not dodge, but smiled at Song Nian.

"Oh my, Mr. Song, let's go now, let's go now. It's just 5,000 spirit stones, and this bald donkey just happens to owe me 5,000, so let him pay it all."

As he spoke, his body turned into a butterfly and disappeared.

The monk did not have such a magical skill. He secretly groaned when he saw Song Nian coming over. If it was five thousand low-grade spirit stones, it would be a piece of cake. But he also knew that if he really gave him low-grade spirit stones, he would be slapping Song Nian in the face.

"Donor Song, I am just a first-level casual cultivator, and I really can't afford five thousand spirit stones."

"Let alone five thousand, even two thousand is not enough."

Song Nian ignored the monk, but his eyes burst into golden light, and his vast spiritual consciousness split into countless tentacles. Then the entire space was like a hole poked out by one, and a figure emerged, obviously the girl from before.

"Nascent Soul level consciousness, Song Nian, don't think that your consciousness is so powerful."

"Don't go too far. Your aunt is not a pushover either."

Song Nian said without even raising his eyelids,
"Ge Yu, Master Taiyi, don't say you don't have 5,000 spirit stones. Hand over the spirit stones and leave. If you don't, I'm afraid you won't be able to participate in the Tianluo Ceremony."

The girl and the monk looked at each other. As both of them were independent cultivators, they naturally had a lot in common. Moreover, none of the independent cultivators who could cultivate to such a level were stupid.

After causing such a commotion, there must be a backup plan prepared.

The monk uttered a Sanskrit sound, and the people around him all exclaimed in surprise.

"Run away, the disease is coming."

Song Nian also felt his own mental dullness and physical fatigue, which were signs of illness. The cultivation method practiced by Zen Master Taiyi was the Eight Suffering Demons of Buddhism, and his supernatural powers were extraordinary.

The bell in Song Nian's arms swayed slightly. At this moment, Ge Yu transformed into a person with icy skin and bones, and then he and Zen Master Taiyi jumped together. They seemed to jump into the void and disappeared. (End of this chapter)