After reading my mind, all the villains in the family are in trouble

"There are not enough beads, so we have to use spiritual blood to make up for it?" Ning Zhishui asked.

What is spiritual blood?

It was the blood of monks fed with special medicinal materials.

Lao Niu naturally didn't know the specific medicinal materials used. He was responsible for the power of incense, while another person was responsible for the spiritual blood.

But Lao Niu knew that the monks who were fed medicinal materials were almost all casual cultivators, and some were disabled.

Moreover, young and old people cannot tolerate the medicinal properties of those medicines, so the monks selected are basically young and strong.

What Lao Niu also knows is that monks who are fed medicine will only die in the end. I just don’t know whether they were killed and silenced, or whether they died after their oil ran out.

"Yes." Dongfang Dingding nodded, "I don't know who came up with this underhanded method, but it is indeed effective. It can make up for the lack of the power of incense and eventually make it into an immortal weapon."

"What about the Dongfang tribe?" Ning Zhishui suddenly asked.

"What?" He couldn't help but be stunned.

"Were the immortal weapons you held in your previous life ascension and the Shengyun Mirror you wanted to give me also made in this way? And all the ancestors who successfully ascended in the past, they obtained the incense by deception in this way. The power and the spiritual blood obtained by robbing other people’s lives to ascend to immortality?”

There was a strong look of disgust in Ning Zhishui's eyebrows.

Those who ascended have all left their names on the continent, and are looked up to and envied by countless people.

Even Ning Zhishui himself was like this, looking up at them while walking firmly on the path under his feet.

It was because of the success of those people that she kept her faith and knew that this road had an end.

But if those people rely on such means...

"Most of them are." Dongfang Jing chuckled and shook his head, with a carefree look in the corner of his eyes and eyebrows, "But there are also some that are not. I am not sure about the others and dare not lie, but the 'two races' are definitely not."

Two tribes, the Dongfang tribe and the Xuanji tribe.

"Neither is the Shengyun Mirror I gave you. Although you haven't used it, you don't have to worry about it."

"Then how are they made?" Ning Zhishui wondered.

"In terms of origin, the aristocratic family is much later than our two families. They are short-sighted and only want to get without paying, but we are not." Dongfang Jing raised his eyes, there seemed to be ridicule in his eyes, and then reminded Ning Zhi Water, "Shangcaitang, Cixin Pavilion."

"I see!"

Ning Zhishui suddenly understood.

Shangcaitang belongs to the Dongfang clan, and Cixin Pavilion belongs to the Xuanji clan. This is something everyone knows.

Both of these places are used for talent training and can be found in every city on every continent.

Those monks who have no affiliation but have good qualifications can find some jobs in it to make a living. Those who perform well can receive their key care, which is not limited to cultivation, but also covers various skills.

Not all of those being supported are geniuses, many of them are ordinary monks who have difficulties.

So it is true that these two groups are showing favor to attract talents, but they have indeed helped more people.

It is worth mentioning that these two places have been going on for a long time, so long that ordinary people have ignored their existence. This is the "favor" of the two tribes!
As time goes by, countless monks are helped by the two races, and they will naturally gain their "power of faith".

"When these two places were established, it was just a kind-hearted decision by the ancestors of our two tribes. They had a hard time getting off the ground, so they wanted to help a bunch of sentient beings after they were in a high position. It was only a long time later that they realized that doing so could gain the power of faith, and This kind of thing will help them ascend." Dongfang Jing sighed softly, "One drink and one peck, could it be predetermined, everything has a reason."

"Just doing this won't gain enough faith, right?" Ning Zhishui asked.

Although doing this requires a lot of investment, the Fifth Family can't afford it, so why go around in a big circle to engage in these conspiracies?

"Yes, this alone is not enough. This is fundamental. After having it, you need to use some spiritual objects to supplement it, and then you can make immortal weapons." Dongfang Jing nodded.

It turns out that spiritual objects have to be used.

And according to Dongfang Jing, there may be quite a few spiritual objects used.

This calculation is indeed a headache. The number of natural spiritual creatures is not large, and using one will reduce one.

It not only requires spiritual resources, but also requires spending money to gain fame and faith. It is no wonder that those aristocratic families choose to take shortcuts through deceit and deception.

He is indeed petty and short-sighted in doing things...well, it fits the image of their family head very well.

"Wait a minute...does all the power of faith or incense have to belong to the person or his family to be effective?" Ning Zhishui suddenly thought of something.

If there is no need for attribution, then why would Jin Zhao bother to use his own sculpture?

Couldn't he just use Hongjin's own sculpture, which would further reduce the risk of being exposed!
But if it is said that belonging is required and the power of faith/incense must belong to oneself before it can be used by oneself, then how should one explain the Shengyun Mirror given to him by Dongfangjing?

"Yes, this is a limitation of heaven."

"Why was the Shengyun Mirror given to me? It..."

"Ning Zhishui."

Dongfang Jing suddenly called out her name, looking half-smiling. When he turned around, a strand of hair was stuck in the corner of his mouth, with a hint of romance inexplicably, "Don't you realize that you have done things for others in your previous life?" What happened?"

"……what?"

Ning Zhishui was first forced by his close appearance, and then showed a confused expression.

"At least five of your self-made elixir recipes have been made public; you have given public lectures on alchemy and weapon refining countless times, and countless monks have been taught by you; and your Tianxing Five Spiritual Roots technique has been shared for free. Give it to everyone, and from now on there will no longer be a pearl covered in dust, or a genius without knowing it; in order to stimulate the innovation of alchemists and weapon masters, you will give rewards to some outstanding monks every year, and you may even make alchemy and weapon refining for them for free. ...You have done so much, don’t you deserve the power of faith?”

Dongfang Jing detailed Ning Zhishui’s previous deeds, one by one, so many that it was impossible to even mention them all.

Ning Zhishui had almost forgotten what she had done. When Dongfang Jing mentioned it like this, she was startled at first, and then her eyes widened in shock, "How did you know?"

"Why didn't I know?"

Dongfang Jing seemed to be angry and laughed, "Is there anything about you that I don't know? Of course I know what others know, and I will also know what others don't know!"

"Oh, you spied on me."

Ning Zhishui turned her head and stopped looking at him.

But the tips of his ears were quietly getting hot.