The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 466

The morning light shines through the mist onto the grape racks, making the rich purple-red covered with fruit powder look like agates wrapped in silver frost.

The well-maintained pruning shears moved up and down briskly, with a hint of white flashing on the crescent-shaped blade.

Although the rough big hands showed a bit of age, their movements were still steady. With just a light hook, a bunch of fruits still covered with crystal dewdrops fell into the basket.

Clear plant juice slowly seeped out from the fracture, mixed with sweet fruity fragrance, and the air was suddenly filled with a fresh natural scent.

After rubbing his sore arms, the old mayor of Jonah Town straightened up and took a rest.

He has been in an unusually good mood recently. All the bones in his body seem to have become lighter, and he seems to be extra energetic when working.

Ever since the Corrine family died out, rumors of the manor being haunted spread, and it became a money-losing commodity in the hands of the local government. Several mayors have lost a lot of hair because of this.

However, a few days ago, there was a sucker from Los Angeles... Well, a wealthy young guest came forward to take over, how could he not be moved to tears?

It’s just that the taste of the rich man is really unpredictable. He has lived alone for two or three months... He plucked a grape and put it into his mouth, savoring the sweet and sour taste, thinking with a lingering feeling.

It would be even better if we could hire more people to help solve the employment problem in the area.

With such expectations, the old mayor narrowed his eyes and looked at the manor shrouded in bright morning glow at the foot of the distant mountain.

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Different from their ancient predecessors' reclusive habits of living a simple and leisurely life, modern extraordinary people have always kept up with the times in their lives and do not reject the enjoyment of Washington delicacies. Zhu Mingyao paid for this place and started living alone as a stay-at-home guy. Of course, he has his own reasons.

In August, the flowers and plants in the courtyard are flourishing. However, if someone with excellent eyesight observes carefully, he will find that the lush green grass sometimes turns a little yellow, and sometimes returns to green, as if it is constantly changing between midsummer and midwinter, and a subtle energy is alternating between life and death.

The Qi energy circled and wandered for a while, slowly penetrated two or three hundred meters of thick soil, and retracted deep into the ground.

In a cleared space, endless pure white mist was floating, drawn from the surrounding strata, condensing into sticky water droplets that looked like real water, forming a long, illusory river.

Zhu Mingyao sat upright in the air, staring intently at the tall figure in front of him. In his hand, golden and red capsules fell like rain, turning into sacred and majestic bright sparks that smashed over.

The fact that an evil spirit like Xio Correan was nurtured in the past must have something to do with the environment here. Although it does not qualify as a spiritual place, because it is a valley backed by the coastal mountains, the yin energy accumulated over thousands of years is very abundant, which just happens to provide a suitable experimental site.

The golden palace and jade hall are majestic and towering, with bright lights illuminating in all directions. The green tiles and red roofs are sparkling, and auspicious aura lingers in all directions. The mysterious sounds and long echoes show the solemnity and splendor.

Lines of flowing chains bound the figure, and the powerful pressure was like a solid wall, forcibly absorbing and compressing the underground Yin Qi droplets and divine light sparks, and forcibly squeezing them into the body of the Yaksha Ghost General.

The two energies with very different properties collided violently, causing python-like protrusions to wriggle under the skin. The tough flesh that could easily withstand artillery bombardment collapsed and cracked, tearing out deep scars with ravines. The dark golden bones wailed, and the thick red and yellow corpse evil flowed out like a stream of water.

If it had not been for the many strengthening rituals, the body of the Yaksha Ghost General would have become extremely strong and would have been broken by the rough play.

As time passed, a layer of colorful chaotic light settled in the bones and flesh, and at the same time, bits of pure aura with faint golden glow seemed to be tired of fighting, and took the initiative to separate from the divine light sparks, rising like dandelions.

That subtle breath is like the clear stream in a distant mountain stream, faintly and elusively echoing in the heart. It is also like the breeze blowing through the tender leaves in spring, bringing a hint of vitality and warmth that is hardly noticeable.

Zhu Mingyao's mind turned, and the Sanyuan Palace behind him evolved, allowing the breath to gradually seep in. The pure breath seemed to have its own spirituality, lightly shuttling between the 24 palaces of the Sanyuan Eight Scenes, leaving a faint golden glow every time it passed through a place.

The true forms of the gods stationed here shook violently, and their ethereal and illusory spiritual forms suddenly became lively, stroking their accessories or waving their robes and sleeves, as if the statues in the temple had walked down from the throne and turned into real life.

On the three-layered green jade altar in the center, the deity’s image, which was dozing with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to contain all things in the world, including the galaxy of the universe.

"This idea is indeed correct. I spent several months researching it."

Feeling the embryonic form of the Yin God growing slowly and steadily, Zhu Mingyao felt secretly happy.

No matter what standard is used to evaluate it, the value of this large amount of [Super Power Potion] he obtained from the island by destroying that bunch of bastards is extremely astonishing.

The potion made from the flesh and blood of gods is an extremely precious and superior elixir in the Xuanmen system, which is enough to bring his realm to a higher level in a short period of time.

There were only two problems standing in his way, preventing him from turning into a drug-addled, yellow-haired guy.

The first question is, although I don't know how the federal secret service produced the finished product, to be honest, their method

...It's really too bad!
The inexplicable power of faith and divine essence, coupled with the vast and complex life energy, mixed together to form a crystal. In the eyes of ordinary extraordinary people, it may be a supreme treasure to enhance strength, but for Zhu Mingyao, it is simply chocolate mixed with rice.

He was unwilling to take the risk of contaminating his foundation by casually eating it. The best option at the moment was to ask a master of external alchemy in the country to re-extract it and wash away the impurities before taking it.

But this leads to the second question:

...He couldn't find such a helper.

After all, true gods have been extinct for nearly a thousand years. A good cook cannot cook without rice. The skill of refining magic pills through seven turns and nine transformations has long been shelved as a dragon-slaying skill. Who would be so idle as to study these things?
So after finding an opportunity to consult his senior teachers and integrating opinions from all sides, he came up with a crooked method.

Since the power of the [Super Power Potion] comes from divinity, then find a god to absorb it first, filter out the messy impurities, leaving only the purest origin, and then carefully refine it.

What? You said that we can't find a god to cooperate with in this era?

Isn’t there a ready-made Yaksha ghost general here?

Although their bodies are lowly and their status is humble, at least to a certain extent, they have escaped the category of zombies and ghosts and entered the category of ghosts and gods.

Just like the village clerks barely belong to the system, ghosts and gods can also be regarded as the tail end of the Shinto system, and in theory they are also qualified to inherit the power of incense and faith.

Now that he has tried it, he is quite satisfied with the result. Although the damage is a bit serious, it is still satisfactory overall.

According to the current progress, once everything is integrated, combined with the reward points accumulated in the system, I will have at least a 50% chance of officially breaking through to the Yin God Ghost Immortal.

With this level of state, he has more confidence in what he is going to do next.

The hollow and smooth reed stem, as thick as two fingers, turned in his palm. The crystal yellow and sticky beeswax climbed up on its own and glued the two together side by side, trembling slightly towards some unknown direction.

(End of this chapter)