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Chapter 81 Blood Demon Cult
"Greetings, Elder Yin."

As soon as Yin Daoyan entered Miaoshou Garden, a young man bowed to him.

The man looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in blue, gentle and elegant, making people feel a liking for him.

"Sishan! So that old man from Jingtang is here? Where is he?"

Gao Sishan did not dare to neglect it and quickly said, "Master is waiting in the inner hall."

Yin Daoyan walked through the archway without stopping, and saw an old man with white beard sitting on a chair drinking tea, exuding a leisurely aura.

Behind the old man stood a tall young man with a pair of bright dark eyes, his black hair tied with a white ribbon, and his face as carved as a knife exuding a sword-like temperament.

"Old man, you're not dead yet?"

Yin Daoyan said this as soon as he entered the room, which made the elder Jingtang, who was sitting on the armchair, so angry that the tea in his cup trembled.

He snorted coldly and slammed the teacup in his hand on the table.

"You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. I'm still waiting to burn incense for you! Even if you die, I won't die either."

The two looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

The two of them are very good friends, otherwise they would not start cursing each other as soon as they meet. Those who can make such jokes are either good friends or enemies.

After a quarrel, Yin Daoyan also sat down on the chair.

"I didn't expect the Sect Master to send you here."

"The Blood Soul Pill has reappeared, and the Blood Demon Cult has revived. If the Sect Master had not reached a critical juncture in his cultivation, it would not be me who would come, but him."

Yin Daoyan's expression lit up with joy: "Has the Sect Leader made a breakthrough?"

Jingtang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "How could it be that easy? For thousands of years, transcendence has only existed in legends. This is just a small breakthrough."

Yin Daoyan also sighed and said nothing more.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. What exactly is going on with the Blood Soul Pill?"

Yin Daoyan pondered for a moment and said, "This matter starts with the rebellion in Heishan County..."

Yin Daoyan recounted in detail how he discovered the Blood Soul Pill, and while speaking he took out the portrait of "Military Advisor Han" painted by Zhong Lin.

Jingtang looked at it carefully and shook his head, "I've never seen it before. Are you sure this is the real person and not a disguise?"

"I'm not sure, but this person did show up in this appearance. And since he disappeared from Heishan County, there has been no trace of him. It's as if he never existed."

Jingtang put the image down and sighed, "It's like looking for a needle in a haystack!"

"We must investigate even if it means looking for a needle in a haystack. Others may not know the horror of the Blood Demon Cult, but we do. The people are our firewood and all living things are our medicine. Once the Blood Demon Cult is revived, there will be chaos in the world and all lives will be devastated. Warriors like us will be nothing more than food in their mouths and meat on their plates. They are just a group of evil demons who have lost their humanity." Yin Daoyan said hatefully.

"Don't get so excited. I only said it's difficult to investigate, not that I won't investigate. Don't worry, the Blood Demon Cult is a rat crossing the street. As soon as they show up, the whole world will fight them. I will spread this matter to all countries in the name of the sect leader. They can't escape."

The sect's scriptures recorded the brutality of the Blood Demon Cult in the past. This sect practiced magic and refined elixirs with human blood. The people of the world, especially the accomplished warriors, were their cultivation resources. They even used secret methods to refine irrational "blood men" who caused cholera in the world, causing people to be displaced, wailing in pain, and leaving nine out of ten houses empty.

It can be said that the Blood Demon Cult is the common enemy of all people in the world. Once discovered, the whole world will attack it together.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, Yan'er. Why don't you come and pay your respects to Elder Yin? Haven't you always said that Elder Yin is an expert in both medicine and medicine, and that he's the person you admire the most?"

Jingtang suddenly turned around and said to the young man behind him with a smile on his face.

Upon hearing this, the young man hurried forward and knelt down on the ground in front of Yin Daoyan.

"Disciple Jingyan, I pay my respects to Elder Yin."

Yin Daoyan looked at the Jingtang elder with a half-smile: "Masters in both medicine and medicine? Who do you admire the most? Old man, you have something else in your words!"

"Haha, I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Elder Jingtang laughed.

"This is my nephew Jingyan. He has decent talent and was recently promoted to a second-grade alchemist. You haven't had a disciple for a long time, have you? What do you think of him?"

"Second-grade Alchemist, seriously?"

Yin Daoyan also showed a look of surprise and doubt.

Being a second-grade alchemist means that one can independently refine Qi and Blood Pills, Five Spirit Pills, and Red Blood Pills. These are all pills for the cultivation of middle- and third-grade warriors.

Second-grade alchemists are much rarer than third-grade warriors, and are guests of honor in any force.

The young man in front of him looked only about sixteen or seventeen years old, but he was able to refine second-grade elixirs, which showed his talent.

Jingyan took out a wooden box from his arms, opened it, and a crimson pill appeared, followed by a strong fragrance of the pill wafting out.

"This is the Red Blood Pill that my disciple refined. Elder Yin, please appreciate it."

"Get up!"

Yin Daoyan reached out to take the wooden box, measured it carefully, and then scraped off a little powder with his fingernails and put it into his mouth.

"Yes, it is indeed the Red Blood Pill. It has very few impurities and is of top quality. You are so young and yet you are able to refine it. Jingtang, your Jing family is so proud! You actually produced such a great horse."

Jingtang also laughed out loud, his face full of pride.

"That's why I had the audacity to come to you. How is Yan'er? Does she catch your eye?"

"Such an alchemy genius will be given special training no matter what force he is in. In time, he will surely be promoted to a third-grade alchemist and be on par with me."

"Hey! It's not right to be too modest! You are a fourth-grade alchemist, and Yan'er can't catch up with you even if he flatters." Jingtang said with a smile.

"pity!"

Jingtang felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that I already have a disciple. You know, my lineage is a one-man show." Yin Daoyan shook his head and said.

Jingtang was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly.

"Yin Daoyan, when did you become your disciple? How come I don't know?"

"What a coincidence. Just half a month ago, I hadn't brought him back to the sect to pay homage to the ancestors and register him on the roster."

Yin Daoyan's face was full of smiles.

"Judging from your expression, you seem to be very satisfied with this new disciple! I wonder which talent you are appreciating?" Jingtang asked curiously.

He knew his old friend's temper well. He had very high standards and ordinary people would not be worthy of his attention.

"Haha, he's not some talented person from some family, he's just the son of a hunter in Heishan County."

"That's such a pity," Jingtang said regretfully, "It seems Yan'er doesn't have this blessing!"

"That's fine. If Jingyan is willing, I'm willing to teach him everything I know and pass on the art of alchemy."

"Thank you very much, Jingyan, why don't you quickly thank Elder Yin."

Jingyan also suppressed his inner disappointment and knelt down again.

"Jingyan, thank you, Master Yin."

(End of this chapter)