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Chapter 157 A Holy Son Who Doesn't Want to Reveal His Identity

Zhu Jue led Zhang Sirui, whose heart was ashamed, to stick to the edge of the Heart Demon Sect very carefully.

Even here, the air is filled with a faint smell of blood, and the war has brought full trauma to the earth.

The world of "Road to Heaven" is very real, except that the players will be resurrected, it is almost the same as the real world.

The scene is permanently damaged.

Therefore, if these Heart Demon Sect monks continue to fight for a long time, it is likely to turn this area into a real hell on earth.

But for Zhu Jue and Zhang Sirui, the war in this place has nothing to do with them.

Zhu Jue's sense of smell is very sensitive, and he can always perfectly avoid fights.

Even if they occasionally meet some insignificant characters, they are just like slapping flies, and they are dismissed casually.

The two of them are very safe, and now they seem to be out for an outing.

It's just that the surrounding scenery is slightly bloody and violent, with mutilated corpses and pools of blood everywhere.

After walking for three days and three nights, Zhang Sirui began to complain.

He collapsed on the ground and began to play tricks, "I said, should we rest for a while? Mules can't walk like that!"

Zhu Jue glanced at him, this is No.60's eight times in the past three days, this guy has to yell like this almost every hour.

At the beginning, I could still talk to him, and persuade him to persevere a little bit.

It's okay to unilaterally tear up the agreement, and Zhu Jue doesn't care.

When this matter was mentioned, Zhang Sirui bounced up like a living person and was forced to continue walking.

But after an hour it loops again.

The physique of a cultivator has long been transformed by heaven and earth, and his endurance is superb.

Moreover, this place is the Heart Demon Sect, and the aura is very strong, and it will wash away the bodies of the practitioners all the time to relieve their fatigue.

As long as you don't go through fierce battles, even if you walk for a month, there is no problem at all, and you are still full of energy.

Zhu Jue could see that this guy was simply lazy.

He is obviously stronger than himself, and his physical body is far from what he can match, but he can be so lazy.

He is so lazy, and I don't know how he cultivated to this point.

Directly ignoring his words, Zhu Jue looked down at the enlightenment tea in his hand.

He was thinking about how to use this Enlightenment Tea.

Although he now has enlightenment tea leaves, there is nothing he can do.

You can't chew dry, can you?

This thing needs to be brewed with a corresponding level of water source to exert its due effect, otherwise it is just an ornamental.

Generally, all major holy places and restricted areas will be accompanied by high-level spiritual springs, which is very convenient.

But as far as Zhu Jue knew, Xinmozong didn't seem to have such a place, which gave him a bit of a headache.

It seems that we have to find a suitable water source.

Thinking of the origin of the tea, Zhu Jue couldn't help looking at Zhang Sirui who was dragging behind him.

This guy looks half dead.

Zhu Jue asked coldly: "Speaking of which, why do you have such a thing?"

Zhang Sirui curled his lips, "Cut, enlightenment is just tea leaves, is it a big problem for a holy son of the Holy Land?"

After finishing speaking, he also put on a mocking expression, mocking the other party for not even having this bit of common sense.

However, when he saw Zhu Jue's surprised expression, he realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.

I accidentally revealed my real identity!

He looked nervous, and immediately said with a guilty conscience: "Just pretend you didn't hear what you just said, I can't reveal my identity!"

Zhu Jue was dumbfounded, "Okay, I will try my best."

"..."

The two glanced at each other in embarrassment, Zhang Sirui simply let go.

"Forget it, forget it, I think you are pleasing to the eye, so I won't pretend, in fact, I am the Holy Son of the Holy Land!"

"Well, as for which holy place it is, let's not mention it."

Zhu determined to be full of doubts.

He knows all the major holy places in his chest, and the saint son and saint daughter also have some memories.

But he didn't have any impression of such a thing.

I don't seem to have heard the name before, could it be that I used a pseudonym?

Zhu Jue didn't want to delve into this place either, after all, the two of them were just passers-by.

But once Zhang Sirui started talking, he refused to shut up easily.

"Hey, Zhu Jue, do you know why I'm here?"

"I don't know." Zhu Jue was working hard on his way, not interested in these gossips at all.

It was nothing more than the nasty things in the Holy Land, and he was already tired of seeing them as a player.

Either there was a traitor in the Holy Land, and as a partner, the Holy Son wanted to bring him back, and by the way, the Holy Land also had a saint waiting for him to bring him back.

Or maybe his father is gone, and he secretly went down the mountain to look for him, but he has many enemies and he has to hide his identity.

No matter how bad it is, he doesn't like the identity of the Holy Son at all, and it's not impossible for him to go out alone and become a cultivation king or something.

But the next words made Zhu Jue's guess all fall to the bottom.

"Actually, I sneaked out."

Zhu determined to say that it was so, otherwise Zhang Sirui would not have dared to reveal his identity, just because he was afraid of being arrested.

But the next sentence is a bit wrong.

"I am a holy son, but I have never touched a woman. Do you think this is too much?"

"Ah, this..." Zhu Jue didn't know how to answer these words.

Then Zhang Sirui began to vomit bitterness, "I was just the son of an ordinary merchant back then. Although I was not a wealthy family, I was well-fed enough."

"After adulthood, it is not difficult to marry three wives and four concubines."

"Until that year, the Immortal Ascension Conference started, and I went to join in the fun, and then my nightmare-like life began."

Speaking of this, his expression suddenly changed, it was obvious that he didn't want to recall this past.

But he couldn't help but say it himself, "I was there with my friend at the time, and I didn't think about cultivating any kind of immortal at all, I just wanted to join in the fun."

"In the end, he was not favored, but I was, and I was favored by a holy place."

"At that time, what did I call cultivating immortals? I just heard them say that cultivating immortals can live for thousands of years without moving."

"And you don't have to do anything every day, and you can marry a thousand wives casually. I didn't feel sleepy at the time, and I agreed directly; join the Holy Land."

"I don't know, it's a big lie!" He was very angry when he said this, and he glared like he was going to kill someone.

"As soon as I entered the Holy Land, I was told to practice every day and every moment, and I was asked to recite those difficult scriptures. I couldn't understand what those words meant!"

"Then when I recite the scriptures, my body starts to glow, which makes me somehow become some kind of holy son."

"The Holy Son sounds awesome. I thought the good days were finally about to begin, but the result was even more terrifying. They locked me in one place and didn't let me go out. They said it was a closed-door practice."

"Later, I wasn't even given food, I wasn't allowed to sleep, and someone was staring at me. I was really about to collapse!"

"If it wasn't for the fact that the old man was busy that day, I would still be living in dire straits."

After hearing what he said, Zhu Jue was speechless.

It's just that he ran away simply because he was lazy and didn't want to practice. How fresh and refined is this reason?
In this world of cultivating immortals, where intrigues and material desires are rampant, and people fight each other for resources, this guy is a proper clean stream!

(End of this chapter)