Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 181 Pulsatilla

In the training room, the head of Zifeng Valley, Shen Ang, burned the letter presented by his nephew Shen Tu after reading it.

"If you keep talking about love affairs, you will never achieve great things. But your cousin robbed a beautiful cultivator from a small sect. Is it necessary for him to come to you to complain so many times?"

"Have I been too lenient towards my younger generations?" Shen Ang thought to himself.

"Leader of the Grass Witch Cult? Chen Ye? In this world, how come anyone dares to come and see me?" Shen Ang took out another visiting card and was about to put it aside, but then he remembered that his nephew Shen Jin seemed to have mentioned it before.

"Since there's nothing else to do, let's meet." Shen Ang shook his head, thinking that he was indeed too lenient towards the younger generation.

Chen Ye on the other side suddenly had to listen to the summons of Shen Ang, and he spent a lot of time preparing. He changed into a brand new Taoist robe, and also got new hairpins and shoes.

After finally waiting until the meeting time, Chen Ye hunched over and followed Shen Jin step by step into Zifeng Valley's temporary base in Tanggu County.

Facing Shen Ang, a true cultivator at the foundation-building stage, Chen Ye's performance could be said to be extremely respectful.

"Greetings, Senior Shen." Chen Ye bowed.

Suddenly seeing Chen Ye's appearance, Shen Jin remembered the conversation he had with Lady Chong in the boudoir yesterday, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Please stand up, fellow Taoist. I, Shen, do not deserve your great gift. I wonder if you have any important matters to discuss with me. Please speak frankly." Shen Ang first glanced at Shen Jin, then looked at Chen Ye, whose hair and beard were all white, for a long while, and said slowly.

Shen Ang and Chen Ye are actually of the same generation and had some dealings with each other when they were young.

Speaking of which, Chen Ye was a very impressive figure back then. He broke through to the late stage of Qi training when he was very young. Even though Shen Ang came from a large foundation-building sect, his training speed was still surpassed by Chen Ye back then.

Because of this relationship, when the two of them met, Shen Ang had quite a bit of admiration for Chen Ye.

But nearly a hundred years have passed, and the current head of the sect, Shen Angshen, who holds a high position and a respected status, can hardly remember his old acquaintance Chen Ye as a young boy.

The souvenirs from the younger generations of the two clans could not evoke any memories in Shen Ang's mind. Only when he really saw Chen Ye's old appearance at this moment, the vigorous and energetic appearance of his youth came back to life.

This also caused some ripples in Shen Ang's heart. It was the time and the fate. The identities and status of the two young men back then were completely different. One was kneeling and the other was standing.

"I heard that Senior Shen has a secret blood-changing technique called "Yi Yin". I would like to use this technique to seek the method. I hope Senior Shen can help me."

According to Shen Ang's thinking, Chen Yetang should also remember him.

But at this time, Chen Ye was kneeling down, without any intention of reminiscing about the past. He only held up a brocade box with both hands, his face was humble and sincere, and there was a hint of

"Second-level Yang-nourishing Water." Shen Ang was slightly stunned. It turned out that this little Qi-cultivating cultivator could really come up with something good. This thing was a good thing that could be used by many foundation-building cultivators. He had never expected that Chen Ye would be so willing to give it away.

"I may disappoint you, but I have never heard of the secret blood-swapping technique called Yi Yin. It is probably just a rumor. Please don't believe it."

Although Chen Ye was generous, Shen Ang had no intention of making a deal with a young Qigong cultivator. He had obtained the Yi Yin secret technique from an ancient cultivator's cave, and it was not of high rank, but quite ingenious.

He has held it in his hands for some years and studied it for many days, just wanting to deduce one or two good techniques from this secret art. In this way, it would be impossible for him to spread it.

"But how did Chen Ye know that I have the secret technique of "Yi Yin"? " Shen Ang cast his gaze towards his nephew Shen Jin. This bastard was willing to say anything. Fortunately, he said that he was giving it to a minor Qi training cultivator, which was somewhat sensible.

If some of his secrets were passed on to those great enemies of Zifeng Valley, wouldn't that be a disaster? ? Shen Ang secretly made up his mind to take good care of the children of the clan in the future, as they were becoming more and more unruly.

"The junior can swear a solemn oath to the senior that he will never pass on the skills to anyone else after obtaining them." Chen Ye pleaded again with a determined look on his face.

"I really don't have such a method, please don't blame me, fellow Taoist." Shen Ang was unmoved and shook his head to reject it.

"I still have 8,000 spirit stones, which I can also offer to you." Chen Ye's eyes showed a firmness that was moving.

After a long silence, Shen Ang spoke, twirling his short beard and saying, "Daoyou, you have a strong will towards the Dao, but I really don't have this thing, please forgive me."

"That's the case. I'll take my leave now. I'm sorry to bother you, senior." Chen Ye was silent for a while, then stood up and said goodbye, still respectfully.

Shen Ang returned the greeting with a twinkle in his eyes. As Chen Ye turned his back and left, his robes flickered a little behind him.

"I remember you said he doesn't have much time left, right?" Shen Ang said softly while looking at Shen Jin beside him.

"Can he live about another ten years?" Shen Jin counted on his fingers.

"Two years, he will definitely die within two years!" Shen Ang said with certainty, his eyes flashing with strangeness. "Two years, tsk tsk, it's better to bully an old man than a poor young man."

Chen Ye walked out of the temporary base in Zifeng Valley with an expressionless face. The bright sunshine made this gloomy old man feel somewhat comfortable.

"What a pity, I can't take pictures for too long."

He returned to his residence, and saw Lady Chong with an exquisite dressing box in front of her, putting on her makeup. Without thinking, the old cultivator pulled off Lady Chong's skirt and grabbed her.

"Old man, you are going to die." The latter exclaimed, and the sound of bed pressing suddenly rang out.

They were having sex in broad daylight without opening the magic circle, which made the neighbors frown, but they didn't care. Everyone knew that the woman next door was a flirtatious female cultivator, and they all thought that it was the disciple from Zifeng Valley who was doing good deeds. She was a disciple of a major foundation-building sect, and low-level casual cultivators like them couldn't afford to offend her.

The noise continued for a long time, which surprised the neighbors. In the past, the disciples of Zifenggu did not take so long. Where did they find this miracle doctor?
"Comfortable." After a long time, Chen Ye finally stood up from the bed. Unfortunately, he couldn't feel comfortable for too long. "Old man, what's wrong? Don't you care about your life span today?" Lady Chong tidied her clothes with a blush on her face.

"Don't worry about it. I won't buy the spiritual objects for foundation building. I'll use the spiritual stones to buy some longevity pills." When Chen Ye saw the half-hidden appearance of Lady Insect, he couldn't hold back and pounced on her like a tiger.

Pear blossoms and begonia complement each other.

After spending several days in the temporary inn, Chen Ye finally rested.

This old cultivator had not eaten meat for 10 to 20 years in order to achieve immortality. Now that he had broken his vow, he could not eat enough and could not control his appetite. He changed back into his usual wrinkled Taoist robe, drove the giant beetle car, took Lady Insect and chose a secluded road to the Grass Witch Cult.

It seemed that he had made up his mind to leave Tanggu County, this sad place, and return to his old nest to die.

A breeze blew on her face. Lady Chong, who was sitting diagonally on the animal cart, raised her white jade feet and hummed a little tune. Chen Ye, who was dozing off in the cart, also clapped his hands and hummed along.

"High up on the mountain, there is a locust tree
Holding the railing, I hope my lover will come

Mother asked her daughter, what are you looking at?
I look at the locust flowers, when will they bloom?

"Mother asks her daughter, what are you looking at?"

"As shy as the locust flower, I miss my lover."

After the tune was sung, a hint of coldness came with the wind. Lady Chong stopped singing and put on her silk stockings on her smooth feet. Then she heard a soft cry from the carriage behind her.

"coming!"

Lady Insect turned around and saw Chen Ye's ears suddenly move. The latter smiled with relief and urged the beetle first. With Lady Insect's scream, the beetle ran away with the carriage.

Chen Ye jumped out of the car with a big laugh, apparently he had guessed who the visitor was and was well prepared.

"I'm really curious, where do you get the courage from!" Shen Ang flew into the air with his sword, without even looking at the escaping Insect Lady, with a surprised tone, and without slowing down the magic spell in his hands, six thick vines broke out from under the official road.

Black light flashed across Chen Ye's ten fingers, which were then inserted into the vine that attacked first. His hands were immersed in it, and juice splashed everywhere. The vine, which was as thick as a big man's arms, was visibly withered.

"You have also mastered the Withering Killing Finger. Your disciple has been hanging out with my nephews and grandchildren all day long, and must have gotten a lot of information from me." Shen Ang chuckled, stepped on the ground, and the flying sword broke through the air and flew away.

He didn't say anything like "Hand over the storage bag and I'll spare your life!" He was indeed killing people for the bottle of second-level Yang-nourishing water and the eight thousand spirit stones.

After all, the sum of the two is a huge sum of more than 10,000 spirit stones. Anyone who has built a foundation will find it hard to resist being tempted upon hearing this.

But this old man Chen Ye first showed off his wealth to lure him, and then deliberately found a small road to make it easier for him to kill people and rob. It was obvious that he did this to seduce him to take action, which was quite intriguing.

However, Shen Ang thought for a moment and said, "No matter what tricks you have, you are just a Qi training cultivator. I am not afraid of you!"

Chen Ye, who was still dealing with several vines, did not have time to think as much as Shen Ang. Facing the speeding flying sword, he could not free his hands, so he could only open his mouth and spit out a white bone banner emitting blood light.

This white bone banner exuded a bloody aura and a chilling chill, and Shen Ang frowned slightly when he saw it, feeling a little apprehensive.

The flying sword was as fast as lightning. A foot-tall white bone demon shadow appeared on the white bone banner. It swung down with the vajra in its hand. The flying sword's attack was delayed and it was actually knocked back to Shen Ang's feet.

"Fake spiritual weapon." Shen Ang's eyes focused, and he put away his contempt. He waved his halberd finger, and the flying sword split into six phantoms, one real and six fake, forming a sword formation and flying towards Chen Ye.

The Bone Demon God was not afraid, the blood-red glow of the vajra in his hand was radiant, and he roared wildly, flying straight towards the sword formation. "You don't know your own strength!" Shen Ang saw the Bone Demon God being defeated by the flying sword formation, and snorted coldly. He really thought that a fake spiritual weapon with the word "spiritual weapon" on it was a second-level spiritual weapon? Ridiculous!
The flying sword was stopped by the white bone banner twice. Chen Ye had also dealt with the six vines. His white Taoist robe had been dyed grass color. He retracted the white bone banner and offered another talisman, which burned up in the wind.

Dozens of sword lights appeared out of thin air and collided with Shen Ang's sword formation one after another, easily annihilating the six phantoms, leaving only one real sword that was clanging.

"Hundred Sword Talisman." Shen Ang retracted his flying sword, quite surprised, because this kind of second-level talisman is very expensive, and it is difficult to buy it without spending one or two thousand spirit stones. It is rare to see it in small places like Yunjiaozhou.

Moreover, the talisman used by Chen Ye was quite powerful, and it was obviously made by a second-level talisman master. Even a foundation-building cultivator like him didn't have many talismans of this level, and he didn't expect that Chen Ye, a mere Qi cultivator, would have such an opportunity.

"Is this your trump card?" Shen Ang laughed in his heart. Just because he got a few second-level talismans, he thought he could fight against enemies of higher levels. Could it be that he read too many storybooks and really thought that building a foundation was worthless?
The flying sword was defeated, and a few scattered sword lights came towards him. He waved his finger, and the air flow rose, creating a small whirlwind that easily swept the sword light into the air, exhausting its spiritual power and dissipating it in the air.

Chen Ye spurted out a mouthful of blood, which formed a strange rune in the air and was printed on the white bone banner. Seeing the few black hairs on Chen Ye's head turn snow-white, the whole person was even more dead.

The aura of the small bone banner was replenished, the blood light became more intense, and the phantom of the bone demon was summoned again. Shen Ang lightly tapped the magic formula and followed the same method. The flying swords formed a sword formation again, and the two were enemies. Although the flying swords could not easily defeat the phantom of the bone demon again this time, they still had the upper hand.

Their magic weapons were entangled in the air. Shen Ang frowned when he saw this and summoned out a top-grade magic weapon shield. This Chen Ye was not as weak as he had imagined before. Some of his methods were extremely sloppy!

Chen Ye swallowed the pill and sacrificed a small dark yellow tower, "Stop!".

"Another fake spiritual weapon." Shen Ang was surprised. Just as he was about to get close, his foundation-building magic shield was actually subdued by a Qi-cultivating cultivator on the opposite side.

"No, even if it is a fake spiritual weapon, it shouldn't be so easy." When Shen Ang thought of this, he saw that tiny cracks had appeared on the outer shell of the small Xuanhuang tower hanging in the air.

"If not like this, he can't control my magic weapon." Shen Ang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had run out of tricks. Then his eyes became stern and he dropped the shield.

The palm was struck out with a terrifying force. Chen Ye felt that the air around him was hot when he inhaled into his stomach. It was just an ordinary lower-grade Hong-level Fire Gathering Palm, but it was so powerful when used by a foundation-building cultivator.

Chen Ye did not dare to delay. He took out a bowl of talisman water, swallowed it to wrap his internal organs, and then opened his mouth wide. A large amount of strong-smelling talisman water mixed with countless black sand gushed out.

The life-size flaming palm print formed by the Fire Gathering Palm was annihilated by the talisman water in one blow.

Shen Ang couldn't help but be shocked, he also recognized this magic, wasn't it the top-grade water-swallowing technique handed down from generation to generation by the Grass Witch Cult? When did it become so powerful!

Seeing Chen Ye drink another bowl of talisman water, the talisman water in front of him had not yet dissipated, and another surge came.

Shen Ang was a little flustered. He hadn't heard of such a difficult Qigong cultivator in many years! He was about to fight back with his hands in a curse seal, but he noticed three figures behind him breaking through the air and attacking.

Then he waved his hand and shot out a wind blade backwards, which was easily avoided by three ugly creatures that were a foot tall, with green eyes and red teeth, leopard heads and bear paws, and black skin covered with poison sacs.

"When did he summon the witch beasts!" Shen Ang was even more surprised. He could usually defeat the three witch beasts that had reached perfect Qi training with just one sword, but now he had to be careful when dealing with them.

The talisman water rolled over, and Shen Ang had no way to avoid it. The second-level robe on his body emitted a mysterious light, isolating him from the outside world.

Countless black sands wrapped in talisman water hit the light shield, making tinkling sounds. If they hit a person's body, they would easily embed into the person's flesh and blood, causing him to suffer a great crime.

The three-headed witch beasts were covered with spikes. Chen Ye swallowed a few more pills, and two Hundred Sword Talismans also attacked.

The second-level robe on his body was in danger. Shen Ang summoned a high-quality flying sword and killed a witch beast in front of him. However, when the flying sword was successful, its spiritual light dimmed.

"You thief! You defiled my magic weapon!"

As Shen Ang fiercely pinched the magic formula, the flying swords in the world hummed, and fine lines appeared on the sword bodies, instantly shattering the current phantom of the White Bone Demon and heavily slashing the body of the White Bone Banner.

The enemy was defeated with one strike, and the flying sword took advantage of the momentum to attack Chen Ye.

"Puff." Chen Ye vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his body swayed, but he saw that Shen Ang's second-level robe, which had been hit by two Hundred Swords, was also broken. In panic, the latter turned the flying sword around and easily killed the two witch beasts on the spot. He didn't care about the flying sword being contaminated, and Shen Ang rode on the flying sword to fly to the sky to avoid the talisman water.

Unexpectedly, he was still a step too late and was hit in the face by a large amount of black sand. The eyelid of his right eye was broken and several grains of black sand stuck to his eyeball, burning it and causing black blood to flow.

"Die!" Under the severe pain, Shen Ang finally cried out in anger!
The flying sword of the foundation-building cultivator struck again, and Chen Ye's Xuanhuang small tower was pierced and shattered. Shen Ang first turned the top-grade magic weapon shield back to his front, then made several hand gestures and formed a sword formation again!
As the small Xuanhuang Tower shattered, a gray look appeared on Chen Ye’s fair face.

The means of Shen Ang, the leader of Zifeng Valley, were indeed not something that ordinary Qi practitioners could defeat. Chen Ye could only sigh deeply, took out a sacred tree talisman and burned it in the air, and a huge sacred tree appeared in front of him to protect him.

With this layer of barrier, Chen Ye did not stop moving. He took out a bowl of talisman water and drank it in big gulps. His bones exploded all over his body, and in a moment he swelled to the height of a two-story building.

The lower-grade second-level divine wood talisman failed to stop Shen Ang's angry attack. The huge tree shattered into spiritual light and scattered everywhere. The sword formation instantly lost its obstruction and plunged into Chen Ye's broad chest.

"Ah!" Chen Ye felt that his whole body was almost blown to pieces by this tremendous force. Countless sword energies from the outside were pouring into his body non-stop, and it seemed that he would lose his life in the next moment!

"But fortunately I'm not dead!" Chen Ye sighed and quickly practiced his skills.

I saw a mysterious blood-colored rune gradually appearing between his eyebrows, and his flesh and tendons began to tremble, becoming extremely hard and solid.

Xiaolou's tall figure became smaller and smaller, and returned to its original size in a moment. At the same time, the six flying sword phantoms that pierced Chen Ye were easily crushed in the process.

Shen Ang's famous Seven Mysterious Sword Formation, only one real sword was left, which was locked on Chen Ye's body. A large amount of black blood dripped from the flying sword to the ground, corroding small pits one by one.

Shen Ang was amazed. If he had met the other two fellow disciples in the sect today, they might have been defeated. However, the one he met was Nai Gong, the leader of Zifeng Valley!
Thinking of this, Shen Ang took advantage of the situation and did not show mercy. He changed the spells in his hand several times, and the flying sword struggled and swung inside Chen Ye's body. Chen Ye's wound was bloody and his face was as pale as death, but he just stood there and kept practicing.

"Oh no! This thief's blood is even more polluting than that witch beast!" Shen Ang was shocked. His flying sword, which was of low-grade spiritual weapon level, was the treasure of Zifeng Valley and was very valuable! He couldn't let it be destroyed!
There was no time to care about much else at this moment. Shen Ang rushed out of the talisman water in a hurry. In an instant, many parts of his body were smashed by black sand and stained by the talisman water.

Chen Ye's black sand was not simple. Each grain was poisonous, causing the flesh and blood at Shen Ang's wound to turn black rapidly.

Shen Ang used his spiritual power to suppress the toxins in his body. After just a brief feeling, he felt that this level of voodoo could not do anything to his true cultivation of the foundation, and he felt relieved.

“After we deal with Chen Ye, there will be many ways to resolve it!” But as the aura of the flying sword became weaker and weaker, Shen Ang became anxious and walked closer to Chen Ye with a shield.

Since the spiritual spell could not summon the flying sword back, he had to reach out and pull out the flying sword himself.

As Shen Ang walked in, he saw Chen Ye's mouth corners slightly raised. "Not good!" Shen Ang saw this scene, his face changed immediately, and he hurriedly retreated.

But there’s no way to escape!

Chen Ye opened his mouth wide, and a puff of yellow smoke quickly spurted out from his abdomen through his mouth full of teeth, and easily penetrated into the light shield outside the shield.

Shen Ang hurriedly closed his six senses, but unexpectedly the yellow smoke that came out of Chen Ye's mouth was extraordinary. It penetrated into his body through the pores and soon became entangled with the voodoo in his body.

The combination of these two made the voodoo extremely fierce, which was completely beyond Shen Ang's expectations. His previous method of suppressing the poison was completely useless at this time.

Unable to suppress the poison, Shen Ang was invaded by the poison in his body meridians in just a moment. This foundation-building cultivator was so shocked that he screamed and hurriedly used all the methods he had learned throughout his life to confine the voodoo in his body, but he failed to do so.

In the blink of an eye, the voodoo that had invaded his flesh, blood, and tendons had made it impossible for him to control even a bit of his spiritual power.

In just a blink of an eye, Shen Ang's skin was dyed black by the fierce poison. No matter how much he shouted, there was nothing he could do.

Blood began to splash out from the numerous holes in the flesh. At this time, Shen Ang's skin and flesh had gradually rotted away and could no longer stick to the bones, so they fell off.

Shen Ang's vision was blurred by the severe pain coming from his body. He vaguely saw a white-haired old man with a spiritual sword in his body moving towards him.

He held on to the last bit of dignity of a true foundation-building cultivator and did not beg for mercy. He only whispered, "If I had given you Yi Yin at that time..."

Before he could finish his words, his throat felt hot and his shoulders felt light, so he didn't answer.

"Your Qi-cultivation skills are still poor. You shouldn't have laughed just now." Chen Ye held up Shen Ang's torn-off head, and as if he didn't feel the severe pain all over his body, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of reeds, and laughed easily.

"I've rehearsed it countless times in my mind, but never as easily as today." Even though there was a flying sword stuck in his chest, and black blood was rolling down the sword body to the hilt and splashing into the soil, Chen Ye didn't care.

He simply cleaned up the scene carefully as he did after every ambush, and then, with his head full of pure silver hair, he staggered alone into the darkness to hide.

The flying sword was still stuck in his flesh and blood. Having lost its master, it moved up and down with Chen Ye's steps, causing the wound on the chest of its "new master" to be cut even more bloody by the sword energy.

Chen Ye, wearing a wrinkled Taoist robe, felt the intermittent severe pain coming from his chest, but his eyes were still as strong as iron without any fluctuation.

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