Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 842 Wutan Xiao family, Zhou Xun takes action!
In the Xiyuan cultivation world, there are more than a hundred Yuanying forces.
Each family has hundreds of mortal kingdoms under its jurisdiction. They are the cornerstone of the entire cultivation world.
In order to maintain order in the mortal world, there is an iron rule in the world of cultivation, that is, cultivators are not allowed to interfere with the secular world.
Anyone who dares to disobey will be wanted by the entire cultivation world.

Wutan is such a mortal country.
But now, the royal family of Wutan is in big trouble.

On the surface, cultivators are not allowed to interfere in the mortal world, but there are always some evil cultivators who defy the will of the world.

Deep inside the Wutan Palace, gilded candlesticks swayed in the night wind, making the shadows of everyone in the palace distorted and strange.

Emperor Xiao Yinlong sat slumped on the dragon throne, his face as pale as paper, his hands tightly gripping the armrests, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

Standing in front of him were the three great guardians of the Wutan Kingdom - Qingyunzi, Xuanbingnu and Tiebiwang. All three of them were cultivators in the late stage of Qi training, but at this moment they had frowns on their faces, with serious expressions.

"My three immortals, my son...what strange disease has my son contracted?"

Xiao Yinlong's voice trembled, his eyes full of fear and despair.

Just three days ago, Crown Prince Xiao Yuanhao suddenly fell into a coma. Strange blue-black lines appeared all over his body and his breath was weak. The imperial doctors tried everything but had no clue.

Qing Yunzi took a step forward, waved the whisk in his hand, and a stream of spiritual power penetrated into the prince's body. After a moment, his face changed drastically:
"Your Majesty, there is an evil energy in the Crown Prince's body that is devouring his vitality. This is definitely not an ordinary disease, but the work of an evil cultivator!"

"Evil cultivator!" Lady Xuanbing's expression was cold.

"Could it be that someone violated the iron law of the cultivation world and attacked the prince? But who is so bold?"

King Iron Arm clenched his fist and said in a muffled voice:

"No matter who it is, if he dares to touch the royal family of Wutan, he will pay the price! But the most urgent task right now is to save His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

At the same time, a gloomy altar quietly emerged in the mass grave outside the capital of Wutan.

Dozens of boys and girls were tied to the stone pillars of the altar, with black cloth stuffed in their mouths and eyes full of fear and despair.

In the center of the altar, a man in black robe made seals with his hands and muttered something. The strange blood-colored runes on the ground emitted a weird light.

"Hehehe, the royal blood of Wutan is the perfect material for refining the 'Blood Evil Pill'. With the prince's precious blood, my cultivation will definitely reach a higher level!"

The black-robed man laughed sinisterly, his eyes flashing with greed and madness. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the palace.

"Humph, you found out so quickly? But no one should try to ruin my plans!"

Inside the palace, the three great priests were discussing countermeasures when suddenly, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Then, a dark shadow appeared in the hall like a ghost. It was the man in black robe.

"How dare you, the evil cultivator, trespass into the imperial palace!"

Qing Yunzi shouted angrily, and the whisk in his hand turned into a green light and went straight for the man in black robe.

Xuanbingnu and Tiebi Wang also attacked at the same time. Frost condensed on Xuanbingnu's fingertips and shot an icicle towards the black-robed man.

The Iron Arm King was huge and his iron fist came smashing down with a whistling sound.

The man in black robe faced the siege of the three great priests, but he raised his skinny hand calmly.

Suddenly, a bloody hole appeared on the palm of his hand, and what gushed out was not blood, but black mist as thick as ink.

"You are just practicing Qi, yet you dare to act so presumptuous in front of me?"

The black fog instantly transformed into three ferocious poisonous pythons, which rushed towards the three great priests respectively.

As soon as Qing Yunzi's whisk touched the black mist, the snow-white dust began to turn black and rot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ice cone of the black ice girl shot into the black fog, making a corrosive sound, and melted away in an instant.

As for the Iron Arm King, his iron fist smashed into the mist python, and his entire arm was instantly covered with blue-black blood vessels. He fell to the ground in pain.

"Foundation building. Foundation building stage!"

The three great priests showed expressions of horror. The spiritual energy in the mortal world was very thin. How could a cultivator who was building his foundation come here?

Emperor Xiao Yinlong collapsed on the dragon throne, watching the three great priests being entangled in black mist in the blink of an eye.

What was even more terrifying was that the black mist was drilling into their seven orifices. The eyes of the three people quickly turned pitch black, and their faces were distorted but with a strange smile.

"Greetings, Master!" The three great priests turned around mechanically and knelt on one knee towards the man in black robe.

Their voices seemed to come from far away, with a hollow echo.

The man in black robe nodded with satisfaction and walked slowly towards the dragon throne.

His footsteps were light, but they caused a thin layer of black ice to form on the ground of the entire hall.

Xiao Yinlong wanted to call for help, but found that his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he could not make a sound.

"Your Majesty, don't panic." The black-robed man reached out and stroked the emperor's pale face. 'The prince's soul is very special, just right for refining my Ten Thousand Souls Banner. As for you,'

He suddenly lifted his hood, revealing half of his feminine face: "Do you still remember the Imperial Master who was buried alive by your order twenty years ago?"

Xiao Yinlong's pupils suddenly shrank. The imperial teacher who had advised that "using young boys and girls to make elixirs could prolong life" had returned in this way!

"I want your entire Xiao family to be buried with me. I remember that the day after tomorrow will be the centennial ancestral worship ceremony for your entire Xiao royal family."

"I remember that all the descendants of the royal family, whether they are from the main branch or the side branch, must come to the capital to pay tribute. When the time comes, I will not leave any of them behind!"

"You interfere in the mortal world, aren't you afraid of being wanted by the sect?" Xiao Yinlong said in a restrained manner.

"Hahaha, Gong is a dignified foundation-building cultivator, so he will definitely find a way to escape!" The black-robed man laughed sinisterly.
He made a gesture with both hands and punched into the air.
A black translucent light shield enveloped the entire palace.
At the same time, in a roadside tea shop in Beiyuan Kingdom, a man in a green shirt sat in it, sipping tea leisurely.

This person is Zhou Xun who just finished setting up the teleportation array.
Ever since he was promoted to the Jindan stage, it has been a long time since he went to the mortal world to experience the mundane world.

Taking advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do, Zhou Xun was in a rare mood, so he stopped in this teahouse.
Although it is just some ordinary tea, it has a unique flavor.

Just at this time,

A burst of rapid horse hoofbeats sounded, coming from far away.
Soon, five or six knights accompanied a young man to the tea shop.
The young man was dressed in a brocade robe and it was obvious that he was from a noble family. The knights beside him were also top martial arts masters.

The young man glanced around and saw that all the seats were occupied.

There were only a few empty seats in front of Zhou Xun, so he walked over with a swagger.
"Greetings, brother. My name is Xiao Feng. If it is convenient, can we share a seat?"

"Please do as you please, brother!" Zhou Xun said calmly.

Xiao Feng smiled heartily and sat down with his horse and sword in hand.
He casually untied the wine bag at his waist and took a gulp. The wine dripped down his chin, soaking the front of his brocade robe without him noticing.

Seeing this, the knights behind him quickly took out their handkerchiefs and handed them to him, but he smiled and waved his hands to refuse: "In this remote place, why are you so particular?"

After saying that, he turned to look at Zhou Xun, "Brother, your demeanor is not like that of an ordinary person."

"Just a wandering wanderer!" Zhou Xun glanced at the young man indifferently and did not pay much attention to him.

Seeing this, the young man smiled, said nothing, and just drank by himself.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Xun was ready to leave.

"The shopkeeper's checkout!"

Then an old man in his fifties came over and bowed slightly, "Sir, two cents in total!"

Zhou Xun nodded, reached for his waist, and prepared to pay, but he paused.
He has no money!
To be precise, he did not have the copper coins used in the mortal world. The lowest amount of things in his storage bag were high-quality spirit stones.
How could they keep copper coins used by ordinary people, not to mention that the shape of the copper coins of the Wutan Kingdom is different.

Of course, with his current level of cultivation, he could obtain it from other people without anyone noticing, but he couldn't afford to lose this person.

Just as Zhou Xun was about to take out a bottle of elixir to pay off the debt,
"Just put it on my account!" It was the young man opposite.

"Thank you!" Zhou Xun said lightly, and then Zhou Xun set out on the road to the capital again.

Because his goal - the Tianyuan Spirit Armor - is there.

As for walking, he had been traveling high in the sky for hundreds of years and it was rare for him to enter the mortal world, so naturally he wanted to savor the feeling of measuring the land as a mortal.

Moreover, Zhou Xun could feel that when he walked in the mortal world, his mentality was in a different kind of ease, and it even made him feel a little relieved from the bottleneck of the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Second Prince, should we investigate that man?" asked the old man next to the young man.

"How could a random acquaintance be the murderer who assassinated me?" The young man waved his hands.

Three days later, Zhou Xun officially set foot in the capital.

During these three days, he was like a real mortal, walking at sunrise and resting at sunset.

The moment Zhou Xun stepped into the capital, his brows frowned slightly.

He keenly sensed that a layer of black air invisible to mortals shrouded the entire imperial city. It was clearly the "Yin Sha Locking Soul Array" set up by an evil cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Interesting." Zhou Xun's lips curled up with a hint of playfulness.

He came here originally for the Tianyuan Lingjia, but he didn't expect to encounter something interesting, so he decided to watch this good show.

With a sweep of his divine sense, the entire city was covered, and the contents of the conversations of hundreds of thousands of people fell into his ears.

After a little identification, we found the most famous restaurant in Beijing - Fanlou.

It is said that this building gathers delicacies from several surrounding countries. It is a must-visit place for gourmets. Zhou Xun rarely enters this world.
Of course you have to experience it well.

When Zhou Xun stepped into Fanlou, it was the busiest time of the lunch market.

Inside the building, people were drinking and chatting, and the waiter was carrying a red lacquered food tray and moving flexibly among the crowd.
He chose a private seat by the window on the fifth floor, which afforded him a perfect view of the imperial city.

"What would you like to order, sir?" The waiter handed over the gold-plated menu attentively.

"Today we have snow bass shipped from southern Xinjiang by express horse, and..."

"I want them all." Zhou Xun casually threw out a gold ingot, "The rest is yours."

This was something he found in his storage bag after he killed an evil Qigong practitioner on his way back.

When the waiter caught the golden melon seeds, his eyes widened.
"Thank you, sir. I'll be right up to you!"

Zhou Xun sat upright in a window seat, slowly savoring the food, but his mind was on the imperial city thousands of feet away.

At this time, the imperial city was shrouded in an evil magic circle, and today was the day for the Wutan royal family to celebrate their ancestor's sacrifice.
The entire Wutan Kingdom royal family rushed over and were now walking along the corridor towards the imperial city.
At the western foot of the imperial city is the ancestral temple of the entire Xiao royal family.

The current Wutan Emperor, Zhao Yinlong, was flying above the imperial city with a pale face. Opposite him, an evil cultivator in a black robe was sitting, looking at him sinisterly.

"Zhao Yinlong, do you see that these people below are all members of your Xiao clan? Today is the day to catch them all in one fell swoop."

"When the time comes, all of you will enter my Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and I will train you day and night to give you a good time!"

Wutandi looked at the men and women pouring in from below and shouted desperately, trying to stop them from entering.
However, a soundproof shield had been set up near the flying boat by the evil cultivator in black robes, so no matter how he shouted, his sound could not be heard.

On the Jinshui Bridge below, a young man in a dragon robe strode into the Imperial City Square with his head held high, surrounded by many stars.

If Zhou Xun were here, he would be able to recognize that this man was the young man he met in the teahouse that day. It turned out that he was the second prince of the Wutan Kingdom.

"Haha, that person seems to be the second son Xiao Feng who is fighting outside. He really came just in time!" The evil cultivator laughed loudly.
Wutan Emperor Zhao Yinlong's eyes were red, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripped through his fingers but he was unaware.

He looked at his son who was full of vigor and vitality in the square, whimpered like a trapped beast in his throat, and suddenly crashed into the guardrail of the flying boat with all his strength.

The man in black robe waved his sleeves casually, and a black air wrapped around the emperor's ankle like a chain, throwing him back to where he was:
"Want to die? It's not that easy. You have to watch the bloodline of the Xiao family being cut off with your own eyes!"

As time went by, more and more people gathered in the square, and finally there were 30,000 people.
These are all the royal family members of the Wutan Kingdom today.

"Boom. Boom!"

As the drums sounded, it was time to set off. The current Wutan Emperor would personally open the ancestral temple.
A grand sacrificial ceremony was held.

"Your Majesty!"

After the words fell, Wu Tandi did not appear.

But from the sky came a raging laugh, “Hahahaha.”

All the royal family members looked up and saw a man in a black robe slowly descending with the limp Emperor Wutan in one hand.

"Let go, Your Majesty!"

"Audacious lunatic,"

"Traitor! Let go of His Majesty!"

"You bastard, you dare to hurt my royal family, you will be punished by heaven!"

The Xiao family members in the square were glaring with anger. Dozens of generals drew their swords from their waists, and the cold light flashed in the sun.
However, he was killed on the spot by the black mist swirling around the man in black robe.

The elders of the Xiao family trembled their fingers, their beards quivering with anger:
"It is an iron rule that cultivators are not allowed to interfere with the mortal world. Aren't you afraid that the cultivation world will rise up and attack you?"

The man in black robe threw Xiao Yinlong heavily onto the white marble steps, making a dull sound that made one's teeth ache.

He raised his hand and formed a strange hand seal. The blood-colored runes on the ground suddenly expanded. The black mist of the Yin Sha Locking Soul Array twisted like a living thing, wrapping everyone inside!

"What a joke! If I were afraid, I wouldn't have come here!"

The black-robed man raised his head and laughed, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner fluttering behind him, and the face of the man on the banner twisted and wailed, "When your Xiao family treated me badly back then, did you ever think about justice?"

"Today, all of you Xiao family members will be turned into pus and blood, and your souls will enter my Ten Thousand Souls Banner and suffer the pain of soul refining for eternity!"

He waved his sleeves suddenly, and the black mist in the formation condensed into a huge blood-red alchemy furnace phantom.
"Just wait and see. Your screams will be the best sacrificial sound for this furnace!"

Seeing the black fog rising all around, ghosts howling and wolves rushing over,

Some weak women fainted on the spot, children were so scared that they curled up in the arms of their elders and cried loudly, and even the battle-hardened generals turned pale and cold sweat oozed from their hands holding their weapons.

Just when everyone thought he was going to die,

"retreat!"

A clear voice sounded,
All the ghosts and strange phenomena disappeared, and the world became clear again.
At the same time, a young man in a green shirt appeared above the crowd at some point in time. He stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves rustling in the breeze.

(End of this chapter)