I can't be a demon.

Chapter 300: Eight Divisions, Each More Evil Than the Other

"Elder, but..."

Others seemed to be hesitant to speak, and it was obvious that Li Liuru's situation was very complicated.

Elder Feng Jing interrupted in a deep voice, "No buts, he is just temporarily assigned to the old alchemy room. When he reaches the seventh realm, he can be transferred to other places in the Taoist Academy."

The Plague Tribe monks looked at each other, but no one asked Elder Feng Jing again.

A trace of surprise flashed across Shen Lian's face, but his sixth sense failed to detect any malice. Elder Feng Jing's behavior seemed more like intentional.

He suspected that the other party recognized him as the reincarnation of Di Ting.

Just arrange it to the old alchemy room that no one cares about.

Shen Lian was delighted to see this. He had originally wanted to find a secluded corner to go into seclusion and rely on the flow of time in the deep ghost market to advance to the ninth level of the Heavenly Palace.

The teleportation tree will only take half a day to regrow, so there is no need to worry too much about the danger.

Elder Feng Jing stroked his long beard and said, "Of course, relatively speaking, your monthly resources are also more than those of ordinary outer disciples."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to Shen Lian.

The clouds were silent.

Shen Lian looked around. The other Plague Tribe monks were afraid and did not dare to approach him. The newly-initiated disciples had dull expressions. After all, they had lived in the peach core dojo for a long time.

Disciples of the Plague Department need about ten years of listening to teachings to gain wisdom.

Shen Lian sat cross-legged, secretly practicing the Plague Department's Horizontal Training Method, controlling the two addictive immortal seeds in his body to flow around his flesh, blood, and bones.

Soon, strong force is also added to the circulation of Qi.

There were faint redness and swelling on the surface of his skin. The addiction fairy seed could also increase the body's resistance to disease during body refinement.

"The bottleneck of the fifth level of Divine Journey has been loosened, and I am not far from the perfection of Divine Journey."

“I don’t know if I can be promoted to the ninth level of the Heavenly Palace before the Little Leiyin Temple is born.”

Shen Lian didn't want to waste his lifespan. He felt really distressed at the speed at which it was being consumed day by day and year by year, so he concentrated on practicing. Elder Feng Jing nodded secretly.

Continuing on their journey for several days and nights, they travelled thousands of miles.

When leaving the deep mountains and forests, what comes into view is a boundless plain, with a huge flesh and blood gate over a hundred meters long sitting in the center.

You can see sporadic figures entering and exiting the huge gate.

"The [Heavenly Gate] leads to [Chiming and Yangtian] where the outer gates of the Plague Department are located."

Elder Feng Jing began to explain about Chi Ming and Yang Tian.

The more Shen Lian listened, the more he felt that the Plague Department had no future in the Ghost Market. They practiced the most dangerous martial arts, but their status was still the lowest.

The deep ghost market is divided according to the thirty-six heavens of the ancient heaven, and the first eight heavens are the Peach Garden where the eight divisions of the ghost market train their disciples.

The Peach Garden of the Plague Department is exactly the first heaven, Taihuang Huang Zengtian.

The next nine to sixteenth heavens are the outer gates of the eight divisions of the Ghost Market. There are hundreds of Taoist temples on each level. The outer gates of the Plague Division, Chi Ming and Yang Tian, ​​are the lowest ninth heaven.

This shows the embarrassment of the Plague Department, which is always at the bottom of the eight departments.

If the Plague Department had not relied on the mountain of meat provided by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to nourish the Peach Garden, Shen Lian even suspected that the Plague Department's lineage would likely be extinct.

It's just so miserable.

Shen Lian's consciousness became hazy, and his body and soul had a distinct sense of falling.

Before they could see, the speed at which their lifespan was consumed increased again. Originally, when they were in Taihuang Huang Zengtian, one day equaled one year, but now, for Chi Ming and Yang Tian, ​​one day equaled two years.

The difference in the speed of time flow is even greater.

Ten days in Taihuang Huangzengtian is equivalent to one day on earth, while ten days in Chiming and Yangtian is equivalent to twenty days.

Shen Lian had enough time to retreat and break through to the Nine Realms of the Heavenly Palace. Fortunately, he gained nearly ten thousand years of life from the preaching of Nuo Immortal from the Plague Department, otherwise he might not have been able to withstand it.

"Well, just like the ginseng fruit, Chi Ming and Yang Tian are filled with corpse qi."

The moment Shen Lian's vision recovered, he saw Chi Ming and Yang Tian in a sandstone peak forest landscape similar to that of Zhangjiajie in his previous life. There were even islands like stone pillars floating in the air.

At the end of the island there are the roots of a peach tree, emitting a smell of corpses.

The corpse gas continued to sink, causing the bottom of the island to be covered with deep and boundless fog, and a huge Nuo fairy could be vaguely seen swimming.

The plague department's skills do not involve corpse qi at all, and corpse qi is most likely what the Nuo Immortal needs.

"Chi Ming and Yang Tian are here. Every mountain you see is a Taoist temple."

Elder Feng Jing's voice unconsciously rose, "Chi Ming and Yang Tian have a total of 738 Taoist temples, and only the first 82 can be promoted to the inner sect Tai'an Huangyatian."

"Our Daohan Daoyuan is naturally one of the eighty-two Daoyuans. The Daohan Inner Gate Daoyuan has also been established in Tai'an Huangya Heaven."

If most of the Taoist disciples want to make further progress in the future, they can only change their sects.

Shen Lian was secretly astonished. The Plague Tribe, which was at the bottom of the eight tribes in the Ghost Market, had a power scale far exceeding that of ordinary cave dwellings in the mortal world.

The Little Leiyin Temple is significantly superior to the Eight Tribes of Ghost Market.

No wonder the Tai Sui Fox King of Moyun Cave, upon learning of the birth of the Little Leiyin Temple, was determined to go to the Guanyin Temple to obtain the true scriptures, even at the cost of his life.

"For the next thousand or hundred years, you can practice in the Taoist temple with peace of mind."

"If it is difficult to make further progress in your cultivation, you can also take the initiative to apply to return to the Pantao Garden under the jurisdiction of Taihuang Huang Zengtian. The Taoist temple does not support idle people."

As soon as Elder Feng Jing finished speaking, suddenly another stream of souls swept over them.

"Ah."

The incident caused by the Fourth Nuo Immortal is still fermenting.

The immortals on land all wanted to know why the fourth Nuo Immortal was so nervous. After all, his predecessor Yang Wenyao was a famous immortal in the ancient heaven.

Elder Feng Jing shuttled through the mountains and stopped after a long time.

The Daohan Monastery is a mountain that is four or five hundred meters high. The top is covered with pavilions and towers, and there are hundreds of disciples planting medicinal fields.

Elder Feng Jing waved his hand, and the mountain protection formation automatically separated.

It was not until they entered the Taoist temple that the vague peeping came to an abrupt end.

Shen Lian stared at the Taoist temple with great interest. It was exactly the immortal sect he had in mind, except that each of the disciples was weak.

Then an old man appeared. He was also a land immortal. However, his condition was more unstable than Elder Feng Jing's. His skin was unnaturally swollen, as if he had been soaked in water for a long time.

Elder Feng Jing bowed politely.

"Junior Brother Qiu Yang, seventy-one disciples are joining your Plague Weapon Workshop."

Elder Qiu Yang shook his head. "Their aptitude is really disappointing. We are thankful that ten of them can reach the eighth level."

Elder Feng Jing did not reply. Who could have known that there were Taoists among them?

"Junior Sister Ding Hong."

The woman went to greet Elder Feng Jing. As she flew through the air, water vapor continued to leak out of her pores. Even if she tried to hide it, it was obvious that she was on the verge of going insane.

"They will let you grow spiritual herbs, and they can also pick a few people to teach you alchemy."

Elder Feng Jing thought about the disciples' inadequate qualifications and said, "Don't force it."

Ding Hong smiled bitterly, but at least there were disciples to supplement him. Think about it, the Peach Garden of the Plague Department had no harvest for hundreds of years.

She asked several of her disciples to lead her to her residence.

After a while, Shen Lian was the only one left beside Elder Feng Jing. Ding Hong couldn't help but take a few more glances at him. He felt that Shen Lian's physical and spiritual state was stable, but his immortal aptitude was not even as good as the previous disciples.

If one only refines two or three percent of the immortal seeds, it basically means that one will go astray sooner or later.

It depends on when the bacteria in the Niwan Palace get out of control.

"Brother, do you want to teach me personally?"

"That's not the case." Elder Feng Jing muttered to himself silently in his heart, "Daozi, why does he need to be taught? This is the first time I've seen a situation where the immortal seed shows no signs of backlash at all."

"Oh?"

"I promised Li Liuru before that I would hand him over to the old alchemy room."

"..."

Ding Hong lowered her voice and said, "But if this happens, he will become increasingly difficult to control."

"I know it well."

Elder Feng Jing didn't think Shen Lian would die in the old alchemy room. Daozi's physical strength was probably higher than his own, as he was able to escape unscathed from Le Que's hands and kill Li Mingyuan.

You don't have to worry about being surrounded by people when you stay in the old alchemy room.

"It's up to you, Senior Brother. Anyway, Li Liuru should be able to accept four more disciples. If the number exceeds, who knows what will happen."

"Well, I'll go to the old alchemy room."

Elder Feng Jing took Shen Lian towards the shady side of the mountain.

Ding Hong stared at the two people's backs, and doubts arose in her heart. The main reason was that Shen Lian acted too calm. Perhaps part of the reason was that he had just left the peaches and had not yet awakened, but...

She always felt that Shen Lian seemed to be fearless?
The old Danding Room is far away from most of the buildings in Daohan Taoist Temple. The dilapidated hall is located alone and looks more like a prison.

There was no movement in the palace, as if no one lived there.

Elder Feng Jing sent Shen Lian to the side door. On the other side of the wall was the living room, which was already overgrown with weeds and had spider webs in the corners.

The sunlight shone through the window onto the ground, and thick dust accumulated on the miscellaneous items and furniture.

Elder Feng Jing felt helpless.

The Taoist disciples of the other seven departments all possess endless resources, and the Taoist temples they live in are filled with all kinds of rare treasures.

Finally, it was Daozi from the Plague Department's turn, but he was in the simple and dilapidated old alchemy room.

"Li Liuru will appear at midnight, remember... don't open the door!"

"Thank you, elder, for reminding me."

"Take it."

Elder Feng Jing took out his storage bag and poured out a bottle of pills.

There are seven of them in total. The pills are translucent and contain an enlarged version of the bacteria inside. It squirms slightly after sensing the corpse qi from the outside.

"Taisui Pill, if you take one, you won't consume any extra lifespan for thirty days."

"There are more than twenty plague pills in the storage bag to assist in cultivation, as well as a superior magic weapon and a volume of the seventh level of plague skills."

If the other disciples saw the special treatment given by Elder Fengjing, they would certainly find it unbelievable.

In their eyes, Shen Lian's entry into the old alchemy room was a declaration of his death.

"Elder, isn't Li Liuru in the old alchemy room during the day?"

"We don't know where he is hiding, and we can't tell you too many taboos. Li Liuru is a madman, not a fool who follows the rules."

Elder Feng Jing took a deep breath and said, "But one thing is certain, as long as you are in the wing room, you are safe. Don't believe anything they say."

"There is a telepathic talisman in the bag. If you encounter any danger, you can contact me immediately."

"Elder, do you have any extra Six Realm Techniques?"

Elder Feng Jing thought that Shen Lian wanted to find three books to compare the skills of the same level.

After Shen Lian took it, he hurriedly left the old alchemy room.

"I'm afraid this Elder Feng Jing is a spy from the Little Leiyin Temple. He's too attentive to me."

"Oh, I should have asked for more resources."

Shen Lian was leisurely tidying up the courtyard and planting the teleportation tree next to the window of the wing room.

The room was in a mess, with fingernail scratches everywhere, probably left by the despairing disciples of the old alchemy room.

Shen Lian opened the vertical eye between his eyebrows and found that there were no living creatures in the several buildings of the old alchemy room, and there was no trace of demonic aura.

He took out a Tai Sui Dan for identification.

[Inferior Tai Sui Pill]

[It is made from the residual soul of a monk from the Ghost Market's Tai Sui tribe. After taking it, the residual soul will merge into one's own spirit, increasing one's lifespan by sixty years. The cost of refining the Tai Sui Pill is extremely high, and the residual soul retains its intelligence from before death, which is prone to backlash.]

"hiss……"

"What the hell is the Tai Sui Department?"

"Strip off the residual soul along with some of the immortal seeds and refine them into elixirs."

"If the eight tribes of Ghost Market all rely on the Tai Sui Pill to prolong their lives, the number of Tai Sui monks who use it to refine pills every day will be an astronomical number."

Shen Lian looked incredible. How did the Tai Sui tribe do it? They treated themselves as consumables for alchemy, yet they remained strong.

You know, the Tai Sui tribe has the strongest overall strength among the eight tribes in Ghost City.

"It's impossible that their souls inherited the characteristics of the immortal species and can reproduce infinitely, right?"

The corner of Shen Lian's eye twitched. It seemed that not only the Plague Department, but the other seven departments' sects were equally evil.

Naturally, he would not take the Tai Sui Pill, but would directly use the magical power of pregnancy to reshape himself.

As it was getting dark, Shen Lian returned to his room to sort out his harvest.

The magic weapon is shaped like a tortoise shell and is just an ordinary protective magic weapon. Its defensive power is far inferior to the toughness of Shen Lian's skin, so it also needs to be remade.

The Three-Gate Six-Realm Skills gifted by Elder Feng Jing are rather common, and certainly not as good as the original Night Sweating Plague Pills Skills, but the good thing is that they are much simpler to modify.

According to previous experience, Shen Lian completed the task in two hours.

Each skill consumes 8 points to complete, and three more plague pills will appear in the disease bag. As points continue to be invested in synthesis, the plague pills will return to one.

Although the Plague Department's horizontal training method has not undergone any qualitative changes, the content of the training method has been greatly improved.

Shen Lian carefully felt the Addiction Plague Pill and the degree of refining reached 25%, which was still not average, but at least there was hope.

"Hey."

"There are too few six-level skills in the three plague departments alone. I feel that I need to accumulate a large number of skills to force the Plague Department's horizontal training method to perfection."

"Unfortunately, the six realms of skills were all taught by Nuoxian, and the Taoist temple rarely retains them."

Shen Lian took out a seven-level martial arts technique called [Plague Pill Marrow Regenerating Technique] and started looking through it.

The night grew darker.

Just after midnight.

Click click click.

There was a sound of something heavy being dragged outside the house, and it became motionless when it approached the wing room.

Through the moonlight, Shen Lian could see a bloated figure lying outside the door, listening carefully to the sounds inside.

And the main hall of the old alchemy room was also brightly lit.

"Is it my disciple?"

"Master is starting a new furnace of elixirs in the alchemy room. Go and watch him light the fire."

The bloated figure is not a demon, but exudes a strong immortal aura. His cultivation seems to be in the ninth realm of the Heavenly Palace, but it seems unusually unstable.

"Where did you come from? There's no one in the sky."

Shen Lian ignored him and focused his attention on communicating with the newly grown teleportation tree.

The bloated figure seemed to notice that Shen Lian was practicing.

"Disciple, you are practicing wrongly."

"Master works in the Plague Department of Heaven during the day, listening to the teachings of the Lord of Morality. What I practice is the orthodox way to become an immortal."

"The Heaven Palace is so magnificent. One look at it will make you realize that it is worth your life."

Shen Lian was unmoved, thinking it was just a madman's imagination.

The bloated figure chattered incessantly, then stuffed a leaf into the crack of the door.

"Disciple, I have to watch the fire. I will come to see you tomorrow night."

The bloated figure slowly left.

Shen Lian picked up the leaf, the texture of which was like crystal clear jade.

【Peach Leaves】

[A fallen leaf from the Queen Mother's Peach Garden. Taking it can promote cultivation and increase lifespan by 500 years.]

Shen Lian looked extremely stunned. Was it Li Liuru who was crazy, or was it me?
"Was Li Liuru really in heaven during the day when he disappeared?"

(End of this chapter)