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"Grandpa, don't worry. Since the sect leader has said that there was no real danger, it's a good opportunity for me to gain some experience."

"More experience is good..." Lin Xuansheng's face had a half-smile, but his words made the young man's heart skip a beat.

"If we cultivators don't go out and experience the world, where will we find opportunities and fortuitous encounters? Don't you think so?"

Zhu Mingyao's thoughts raced. His extraordinary cultivation speed clearly couldn't escape the eyes of a true master, but how to explain it was a real problem...

Unexpectedly, Lin Xuansheng did not reveal his true intentions, but merely flicked his sleeves and said in a clear voice:

"The magic talisman has reached its limit. Retreat quickly and I will come to talk to you again after I leave seclusion."

With a flick of the Taoist's wrist, Zhu Mingyao's consciousness drifted away, heading towards a green lotus flower in the pond.

At the same time, a gentle voice with a smile entered his mind.

"Throughout history, which outstanding cultivator hasn't had some extraordinary encounters with immortals? Don't let your mind wander. Keep this safe and refine it slowly to replenish your kidney essence, helping you achieve the status of the Five Internal Organs God..."

Before Zhu Mingyao could react, his consciousness went dark, and the scenery in front of him vanished without a trace.

As the boy's figure vanished into the lotus flower in a ray of light, the jade lotus burst into flight, its petals scattering into the clear pool water. After a few moments of rising and falling, it vanished into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

"...Sect Master, may I ask what kind of evil thing that human skin is?" Now that the matter was settled, Zhang Shouzhong knew that further worry was useless, so he changed the subject and asked about the enemy's background.

Lin Xuansheng gazed at him calmly and said in a low voice:

"It's nothing much, just a few old larvae that haven't died yet, trying to take advantage of the great changes in the world to hide behind the scenes and stir up trouble."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his thick, bushy eyebrows raised, and his eyes gleaming.

"The trend of humanity is overwhelming and unstoppable. Even if all the immortals and gods have gone far away, a mere bunch of old gods and ghosts crawling out of ancient tombs and desolate mounds will not be able to stir up trouble so easily!"

Chapter 132 Teacher, I want to go back to school

As his consciousness left that other world, Zhu Mingyao opened his eyes to find himself still in the dark and desolate underground space.

A soft "click" sound.

He opened his palm and looked down; the Azure Lotus Jade Talisman in his hand had already disintegrated into a pile of fine jade dust.

Ugh……

He dusted off the residue from his hands, sighing inwardly. His unusually rapid cultivation speed was indeed impossible to hide…

Only half a year has passed, and the four kinds of gods in the Yellow Court Inner Landscape have been activated one after another. This can no longer be explained by innate talent.

Excuse me!

What does it feel like when someone sees through something you've been trying to hide?

Answer! Awkward, extremely awkward!

Fortunately, their sect leader was probably well-informed and didn't have the intention to pry, thus preserving enough privacy and dignity for them.

Not only that, they also sent this...

Looking at the black water droplet floating in his sea of ​​consciousness and feeling the chilling aura of Gui water emanating from it, Zhu Mingyao's heart surged with emotion.

What can be transmitted into the sea of ​​consciousness across thousands of miles of void is naturally no ordinary drop of water.

When Lin Xuansheng delivered this item, he thoughtfully included instructions.

This is a drop of [Mysterious Nether True Water] refined by alchemists!

Xuanming is the god of the north, in charge of the water element in the kidney palace. Therefore, this true water is just an extremely precious material in the hands of others, but in the eyes of those who cultivate the water-based Dao, it is a coveted elixir. Especially since the drop of true water in their hands has been processed and refined by a master, it can be directly refined and consumed to increase cultivation without any hidden dangers.

Once you refine and absorb this drop of true water, you will have a high chance of directly activating the [Kidney God Profound Darkness], without having to run around accumulating reward points to cultivate the gods of the five internal organs and advance to the Innate Realm.

It just goes to show that experience matters; the old fox saw right away what he needed most and sent him the perfect solution.

He was both surprised and moved. Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise; the ancients were right.

It's just that I can't repay such kindness...

Such a treasure is undoubtedly valuable. Although Maoshan is a large and powerful family, it does not belong to one person. In particular, since his own lineage is not the direct descendant, taking more than his share would inevitably cause controversy. It seems that he should find a way to give back to the sect with some good things in the future, so that Zhang Shouzhong will not look bad in front of his fellow disciples on the mountain.

Hey, why think so much? Zhu Mingyao shook his head to himself. Let's get out of this predicament first!

He moved towards the direction he had calculated earlier, and with a flash of yellow light, he burrowed into the soil and rocks without any hindrance.

The occasional visitor passed by in a flash, and the underground world returned to its centuries-old silence.

……

……

No matter the month, the midday sun in the Nevada desert always seems to be just as intense.

This is especially true in the lead-up to summer. Standing outside in the sun all day is enough to turn the skin of anyone except Black men into a typical "redneck".

Therefore, even locals finish their morning work early and return home, either enjoying lunch while watching the news or simply resting with their heads covered.

However, there are always exceptions, just like today.

"I told you we should have left this Perfect Town sooner..."

The young man lay sprawled out like a dying dog, utterly disheveled on a tall sandstone rock the size of a house, letting the hot wind tousle his messy blond hair, muttering listlessly with lifeless eyes.

"...Or rather, all of us should move out of this awful place as soon as possible..."

"Say less, Mickey. You know, the more you talk, the faster your mouth gets dry."

The middle-aged man with black hair lying beside him scratched his slightly itchy beard and licked his slightly cracked lips as he spoke.

"Hold on a little longer, it won't be so hot at night, and we'll definitely find a way to escape."

"What can we do? There's a cliff to the north, and high mountains to the east and west. The only road into the city is blocked by rocks that have rolled down from the mountains, and the cars have all been damaged by the monsters..."

I've had a question since I was a child: why is this godforsaken place called Perfect Town? What's so perfect about it?

In the desolate wilderness, there were only a dozen or so households, and even the relentless pursuit of the Federal Revenue Service was too lazy to come knocking!

"Now look what's happened! A monster suddenly appeared! Old Drunkard Ed is dead, Old Zhang is dead, John is dead... Buster, we're all going to die." The blond youth, Mickey, said dejectedly.

Buster's expression became very subtle, and he glanced at the other person sideways.

"Uh, is it possible that because the place is so remote that even the tax bureau officials are too lazy to come and audit the accounts, our ancestors named this settlement 'Perfect' back then..."

"You've lived here for over 20 years, haven't you noticed that, apart from Old Zhang who runs the grocery store, nobody else ever goes to the city to pay their taxes?"

He sighed, "It's a pity that even his law-abiding behavior couldn't save his life in front of the monster. May he rest in peace in heaven... well, in the 'paradise' of the Chinese people."

After a moment of silence for his neighbors who had been devoured by the monster, Buster reached out and nudged his best friend in the waist, whispering with a hint of exasperation:

"Now pull yourself together and think about Miss Rebecca. Do you really want her to die here with you?"

I bet three generations of Mickey's family never imagined that a poor country boy like you could have such incredible luck! You actually managed to snag a female graduate student from a prestigious university's geology department who was doing an internship there!

She agreed to date you yesterday because of your heroic rescue from the monster. If you keep acting like this, do you think she might change her mind?

Glancing at his newly acquired girlfriend, whom he had barely gotten to know, the blond youth, fueled by hormones, forced himself to stay alert and pinched his thigh hard, letting the intense pain dispel the daze in his mind.

He sat up abruptly, clutching his semi-literate brain—a brain that hadn't even finished high school—and racking his brains for a way to escape.

Meanwhile, the brown-haired female college student squatting on a corner of the rock had no time to pay attention to the whispers of the two unfortunate brothers. She was just calculating the distance and throwing the stone in her hand with all her might.

As soon as the stone landed on the sand surrounding the giant rock, the ground around it churned up as if something was rapidly approaching. In just a few breaths, the stone hissed and sank into the ground, followed by a nauseating sound that was somewhere between sucking and chewing. Then, with a bang, it flew high into the air again.

Looking at the waves of sand and gravel wriggling beneath the rocks, the group was speechless for a moment. This giant worm-like monster, capable of traversing underground, was extremely sensitive to ground vibrations and had been besieging them for most of the day.

If they hadn't climbed onto the giant rock in time, the group would probably have ended up like those unfortunate residents, becoming excrement in each other's digestive tracts.

After racking his brains for a long time, Mickey was frustrated to find that his memories of his school days were filled with footballs and the big breasts of his female classmates. He hadn't retained any useful knowledge and could only slap his forehead in dejection.

Teacher, I want to play basketball... I want to go back to school!

Chapter 133 Going Home, There's Still a Long Way to Go

Mickey's innocent face, untouched by much modern knowledge, and his clearly defined eight-pack abs might delight and impress the brainwashed fans of a certain major Eastern country, who would love to worship him as a god.

But faced with the gaping maw of the worm monster, it would probably only get a slightly chewy rating, without any special treatment.

But the fact that he stood up during yesterday's monster attack and won the heart of a female college student shows that this country boy is not only somewhat handsome, but also has a moral standard that is significantly higher than the federal average.

Looking around at his fellow villagers lying haphazardly on the giant rock, Mickey clenched his fists, stood up abruptly, ripped open his tattered denim jacket, threw it to the ground, and mustered his courage to say with difficulty:

"I...I'll distract that big bug. You guys take the opportunity to run up the hillside. There are large, continuous sandstone formations there, so it can't get through...Ouch!"

The young man covered his forehead with both hands, grimacing as he spoke.

"Uncle Bert, why did you hit me?"

"What are you trying to prove? Do you think this is a third-rate horror movie?"

"We'll have to rely on this to deal with that son of a bitch!"

An elderly man with gray hair emerged from behind, raising a large, menacing double-barreled elephant hunting rifle and angrily saying...

"Hey kid, let me tell you, there's no beast on this planet that a .750 caliber bullet can't take care of. If there is, then just fire another one!"

"As long as that cunning bug dares to show its face, I'll blow it to bits with one shot..."

A loud, muffled thud!

Not far away, the ground was churning wildly as if water were boiling, and a stream of foul-smelling blood gushed out, instantly turning large swaths of yellow sand dark red.

"Good marksmanship!"

"That was a perfect shot, Uncle Bert!"

The residents, who had been sighing and complaining, perked up and gathered around with great joy.

"But……"

Old Bert touched his sunburned neck with a blank look on his face. "I don't think I fired a shot yet."

Before he could even explain, "Bang!" came another loud noise.

This time, everyone finally realized that the voice was deep and muffled, clearly coming from deep underground.

To everyone's horror, a dark shadow burst forth from the ground amidst a shower of blood and yellow sand. It was the giant worm that had devoured several innocent people since yesterday.

At this moment, the monster, which had killed countless people, was writhing and convulsing violently. Its three hard, horny mouths opened and closed repeatedly, and blackish-red blood and pieces of tissue flowed out like a fountain, as if someone had thrown a grenade into its belly.

"Get out of the way!" Bert shouted as if waking from a dream, hurriedly stuffing in bullets, raising the heavy elephant gun, ready to let that beast experience the sweet scent of human military industry.