Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 184 Destruction of the Family
After a sharp sword flash, Jia Wenze's eyes went dark and he spat out a large mouthful of blood, staining his blue shirt black and red. The charred body of the chief witch of the Grass Witch Cult fell on the grass without a head.

Kang Dabao sighed with some fear, thinking that the witchcraft of the Grass Witch Cult might not be as simple as he had previously imagined. Could it be that his family really inherited the legacy of the Barbarian Witch?

First, Chen Ye was killed while he was building his foundation. Just now, Jia Wen Ze was almost cut in two by the chief priest's poisonous insect mouthparts that was about to reach the second level!

As for why he said almost, Master Kang took a look at the rough and sturdy swordsman with only half of his body left, and felt that it was no wonder that this cultivator always tried his best to cultivate his bloodline descendants, he was truly loyal.

Kang Dabao suddenly felt a little nervous. He thought of the Shi family. Shi Li was also such a sophisticated person. Fortunately, the Shi family was wiped out by that old man Huo Bin!
Otherwise, my Chongming clan might be wiped out by historians!

With morale low, the Grass Witch Cult's formation did not last long before it was broken under the siege of disciples from various sects led by the rough and tumble swordsman.

Everyone in the formation immediately scattered, and only the chief priest of the Grass Witch Cult led thirty or forty disciples who still had some fighting spirit to fight a desperate battle. They were almost overturned by him!

Ma De, who was just an experienced man who was over a hundred years old and had only a few days left to live, faced the siege of several people, and cut the rough swordsman into two pieces, chopped the beautiful woman in palace dress into a human pig, and frightened the two people from the Shen family so much that they fled from the formation.
Bah, these two bastards are so disgusting, they run away so quickly even with their own family affairs.

Let’s leave aside these two spoiling children of the Shen family.

To save Jia Wen Ze's life, it is not enough to rely on the loyalty of the rough swordsman. Fortunately, Heng Yi who came to help had a second-level low-grade fire dragon talisman, otherwise, it would be hard to say whether Jia Wen Ze could launch the flying sword.

From this we can see that not everyone who holds a flying sword can be called a sword cultivator.

Although the chief priest of the Grass Witch Cult was very powerful, he was certainly not more powerful than Chen Ye. However, he still almost killed Jia Wenzhe, who was in the Foundation Establishment stage, after being surrounded and beaten by a group of late Qi training masters.

From this, it can be seen that Jia Wenzhe is probably at the bottom even among the Qingye foundation-building practitioners of the same level. No wonder he was sent by his family's head to do these odd jobs.

It's a pity that he couldn't even do these small jobs well. After he returns, he will probably have even less weight among the people in Shujian Sect who are building their foundation.

"Luckily, I didn't get there in time! You can't force yourself to get ahead. You have to retreat when you need to!"

Kang Dabao winked at several fellow apprentices and led them to join forces with the Hemu Dao disciple surnamed Han to beat up the lone Grass Witch Sect monk.

This job is easy and safe, and everyone has more and more storage bags on them, which is very effective.

Chong Mingzong and his entourage made a fortune, but Heng Yi, who was chewing on a tough bone nearby, was furious.

But he had no other choice. Kang Dabao must have made great contributions in this battle. Without his idea of ​​surrounding three and attacking one, there would be no way to break the formation of the Grass Witch Cult.

The death of the chief priest was a huge shock to the remaining disciples of the Grass Witch Cult. This old cultivator had a long history in the cult and was usually respected by even the sect leader Chen Ye.

Once he died, the Grass Witch Cult would be truly devastated!

"The elder priest of the witch sect is also dead!" A young monk from the Grass Witch Sect wiped his tears with his sleeves.

"I surrender, I surrender. We can't win, so why bother fighting anymore! Become a miner! Become a furnace cauldron! It's all good! I accept it all, my master!" A fat and big-eared monk threw away his wooden sword and collapsed on the ground in tears.

"Kill!" The monk, who was blood-thirsty, had no other thoughts and only wanted to kill the opponent in front of him.

The sounds of killing did not stop until the evening of that day. Corpses were everywhere. Kang Dabao was so tired that he was breathing heavily. He supported himself on the ground with a bone stick that he had found from the storage bag of some Grass Witch Sect disciple. His fellow apprentices were also exhausted.

Just now, something unexpected happened during the battle to exterminate the Grass Witch Cult.

Jia Wen Ze, the only foundation-building cultivator on the New Cloud Alliance side, was seriously injured and unable to suppress his injuries, so he hurried back to Shujianmen to seek help from others to treat his injuries.

Heng Yi was given the task at a critical moment and led the remaining members of the Xinyun League to wipe out most of the remaining enemies of the Caowu Cult.

Unexpectedly, when they were besieging the Treasure House and the Library, the independent cultivators who were pulled in to fill the trenches actually turned against them. Hundreds of them gathered together and started to make noise after a few people were killed. Heng Yi was careless and the New Cloud Alliance disciples he led were almost pushed out of the battle.

In the chaos, even Zi Fenggu Shenjin was stabbed in the neck by a poisonous scorpion that appeared out of nowhere. After being treated by Shentu, the scorpion venom entered his brain in a moment, and his whole body was festering and he died.

Fortunately, the Chongming Sect's men advanced and retreated together, and not only did they not suffer any casualties, but Jiang Qing also used his flying sword to pick up a number of relatively valuable storage bags.

After a brief stalemate between the two sides, a more brutal fight began again.

Hundreds of independent cultivators, relying on their numbers and with the help of Grass Witch Sect disciples, fought fiercely with the remaining twenty or thirty cultivators of the New Cloud Alliance.

But as time went on, the independent cultivators who had gradually gained the upper hand started to think again. Some who needed to run ran away, while others turned back to plunder the Grass Witch Cult. Even most of the Grass Witch Cult disciples gave up the idea of ​​revenge and fled.

At the end of the battle, the New Cloud Alliance actually gained the upper hand again and seized the opportunity to completely defeat the independent cultivators.

This caused great trouble for the several independent cultivators who were leading the group, as having a cone stuck in one's pocket was often not a good thing.

These outstanding figures among the independent cultivators, who take the lead and are targeted by others, do not gain as much benefit as those who follow behind and reap the benefits.

After suppressing the rebellion of the independent cultivators, the cultivators from the New Cloud Alliance did not show any joy.

With such heavy casualties, the Grass Witch Cult's treasury must have been greatly reduced due to looting by the fleeing cultivators.

Heng Yi, who was given the task at a critical moment, was very angry. After the battle, he captured all the surrendered and disorderly cultivators and prepared to take them back for punishment. It was obvious that they would not have a good end, either to be used as fertilizer for spiritual fields or to be miners.

High-grade spiritual ores cannot be obtained by worthless warriors alone, and mining slaves at the Qi training stage have always been a scarce commodity.

The head of Kangda stood aside and watched coldly, wondering why the scattered cultivators were called scattered cultivators? It was because they had no organization. Without an organization, they were just a pile of loose sand!
Kang Dabao took note of this lesson and only felt a little better after taking a big gulp of the spiritual wine he had taken out of some dead person's storage bag.

He looked down at the corpses on the ground again, and felt bad. After this, the reputation of the New Cloud Alliance among the independent cultivators in Yunjiaozhou would be ruined. However, most of the criticism would be directed at the Shujian Sect, because they were the leaders.

They deserved it. If Heng Yi hadn't pushed the independent cultivators too far when he besieged the treasure house, this group of people might not have had the courage to rebel.

Heng Yi's face looked very grim at this time, but he did not lose his sense of propriety in doing things.

The few independent cultivators who had not yet had the chance to turn against him were severely rewarded regardless of whether they had tried their best in the previous battle. This was used as an example and should slightly improve the reputation of Shujianmen in the independent cultivator circle.

Logically, the remaining task should be to search for the remaining enemies, but the New Cloud Alliance monks who remain here don't have the heart for that. They are all looking at the treasure house of the Grass Witch Cult with envy.

The parties discussed again, selected a few unlucky guys to search for the remaining enemies, and agreed on a quota for each family.

Shujianmen had a foundation-building cultivator this time, accounting for 50% of the total. However, Heng Yi's expression did not improve. Jia Wenzhe was seriously injured this time, so Shujianmen must have suffered a loss.

If something unexpected happens again, it will be a big loss. Even if Jia Wenze is a blank foundation, he is a genuine foundation. He is a strong enough to be a leader in any small force. If he really fails here, it will be a huge loss for Shujianmen, a long-established foundation-building sect.

Secondly, Zifeng Valley should have contributed the most people. However, the team leader Shen Tu was a bit magnanimous. He bluntly stated that all the families were here to help Zifeng Valley and voluntarily withdrew from the distribution of the spoils. This won him some goodwill from those present.

Kang Dabao took a closer look at the man. Compared to the last time he saw him hanging out with Lady Chong in the market, this man seemed a lot more mature.

Then the next ones are Chongming Sect with 20%, Feiyue Dan Family and Hemu Dao with 15% each.

The Feiyue Shan family was somewhat dissatisfied with the distribution method of 20% given to the Chongming Sect, which contributed the least and suffered almost no casualties. However, they did not dare to express it loudly.

Jiang Qing's flying sword was very eye-catching on the battlefield, and Yuan Jin's tiger-killing staff was equally ferocious. He had killed a lone late-stage Grass Witch Cult cultivator.

The Shan family had bad luck in this battle. The beautiful woman in palace dress who led the team was chopped into a human pig, and several late-stage Qi training monks were killed. They felt that they had no one to compete with Jiang Qing at the moment, so they had no right to say anything tough.

Hemu Dao naturally had no complaints. His family could get the same distribution ratio as the Foundation Establishment Sect, which was good enough.

During the nearly two hundred years after the barbaric rebellion, the Cao Wu Sect was extremely prosperous in Pingrong County. Although it had never produced a true cultivator who had established a foundation during its heyday, it could be said to have an orderly inheritance. The treasures in its treasury were certainly not comparable to those of the small bandit cultivators that Kang Dabao had wiped out.

A total of 11,000 spirit stones were found, including more than a dozen rare mid-grade spirit stones.

In the Sutra Library, there is a set of lower-grade Hong-level skills and more than thirty Huang-level skills; there are also hundreds of books on elixirs, weapons, talismans, and cultivation arts, as well as dozens of volumes of miscellaneous books and classics.

Not to mention the various kinds of spiritual rice and vegetables in the warehouse, there are nearly a hundred unused magical instruments and puppets of various levels stored in the treasure house.

There was no spiritual weapon that Kang Dabao was slightly looking forward to, not even a fake one. However, there were several precious second-level materials that were very eye-catching.

Of course, Master Kang, a poor man, was extremely greedy, but the other disciples from the foundation-building sects did not show much joy.

First, their vision is much higher. Although the treasures of the Grass Witch Cult are precious to Kang Dabao, they are not a big deal to them.

Secondly, even if the bulk of the spoils seized in this battle were to be brought back to the sect, they would not be able to get much profit from it, and it would not be enough to offset the remorse of their fellow disciples’ deaths.

It took another two days to check these materials. The Shan family had a famous son-in-law with a thin beard, who was proficient in mathematics. He only needed to use an abacus to calculate the approximate value.

It is much easier for these big families to attract talents than for the head of Kang. As long as they are willing to marry their daughters, any kind of talent can be easily recruited.

Kang Dabao asked a monk named Han from Hemudao to shamelessly divide up all the first-level books in the Sutra Library.

He then led three fellow apprentices to dismantle the Black Water Poison Wood Formation, which was already mostly broken. After begging for a thousand spirit stones, he immediately led his fellow apprentices back to Chongming Sect, fearing that he would be dragged into any grudges or hatreds again.

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The night wind blows gently and the cold moon hangs across the sky.

This valley is very secluded, with only the occasional calls of mountain birds echoing in the air.

A fat night owl was perched on the treetop at this moment, staring with big amber eyes. It first drooled at a huge tiger corpse on the ground, and then tilted its head to look curiously at a man on the ground who was tightly bound by silk-like magic weapons.

It looks a little silly and cute, and doesn't look like a bird of prey that can tear tigers and leopards apart alive.

The man who was bound tightly by the silk-like magic weapon had a face full of fear. He begged Chen Ye for mercy in a whisper: "Master Chen! Master Chen, please remember the friendship between you and me, remember the Shi family, remember me..."

The old man with silver hair opposite the man did not answer. At this time, the valley was frighteningly dark. There was no bonfire or lights. The old man's eyes were as sharp as two green oil lamps.

He looked straight at the jade slip in his hand, chewing every word on it gently and then swallowing it into his mind.

He murmured softly, word by word, over and over again. He kept murmuring and slowly closed his eyes.

In his mind, a haggard old man appeared. The old man was stirring a boiling cauldron with a young girl's leg bone, and he laughed at him with his teeth bared: "Haha. Junior brother, junior brother, I can't do it, can you, a mule, do it? You mule."

Chen Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and the illusion in his mind shattered. He stood in the valley and roared, "I can do it! I can do it! I want to build a foundation! I want to build a foundation! Not to mention building a foundation! Golden elixir, Nascent Soul! I can do it too!"

He stood up tremblingly, stretched out his hand decisively, and reached out to the body of the man in front of him. No matter how the latter struggled, he could only watch ten skinny and shriveled fingers easily inserted into his chest.

The man on the ground watched helplessly as bright red blood flowed out of his body through his fingernails, while he heard the old man's obscure spell ringing in his ears.

"I, Shi Xiao, am going to die, and the Shi family of Shen County will be gone!" Tears flowed from the man's eyes, and he cried loudly like a child.

The tragic howling did not cause any ripples in Chen Ye's heart. The blood flowed through the black light on the nails and flowed into Chen Ye's body.

An expression of unspeakable pain appeared on the old man's resolute face, but the spell in his mouth remained unaffected, and the tone and rhythm did not change at all.

Until the mysterious light on the nails turned from black to red, small cuts were seen on Neiting, Dadu, Taibai, Gongsun, Shenmai and Yongquan of both feet. Boiling blood spurted out with white steam, scalding and killing large areas of grass and trees around.

"The last step!" Chen Ye's eyes widened suddenly, and he took out a sharp knife for butchering cattle, and grabbed Shi Xiao. He first opened the latter's nose, then cut his jaw, pulled out his tongue, and cut with the sharp knife, causing blood to flow out from two places. Chen Ye gently tapped with his finger, wrapped the blood with spiritual power, turned the sharp knife, and stabbed it into the heart of Shi Xiao's chest.

After less than half a minute, all the essence and blood from the three places were completely refined by Chen Ye, and Shi Xiao died here with his eyes open. With the demise of the Grass Witch Cult, the Pingrong Shi family, who had depended on the Grass Witch Cult for nearly a hundred years, was also wiped out.

At this moment, the blood-changing technique of "Yi Yin" has not been completed yet, and Chen Ye's chanting rhythm began to slow down.

But he still didn't dare to stop. He took out another cauldron, in which there was a black pill the size of a finger joint, with resentment visible to the naked eye. At this time, Chen Ye ignited the spiritual fire in his hand, and the cauldron was filled with hot steam. Three streams of blood essence wrapped around the pill and slowly soaked into it, and the resentment was also suppressed by half.

As the heat in the cauldron grew more and more, and seeing the pill turning from black to red, Chen Ye opened his mouth and took a breath without thinking, and the scalding hot pill went into his stomach.

The secret technique of blood exchange was suddenly interrupted, and Chen Ye's face changed drastically. He endured the severe pain as if he was swallowing golden juice, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, almost without breath.

After a long while, the night owl flapped its wings and jumped down from the treetop. It jumped back and forth between Chen Ye and Shi Xiao for a long time before it tilted its head, turned around, pounced on the tiger corpse, and began to devour it.

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