Family Cultivation: Randomly refreshes information about a cultivation opportunity.

Zhang Qingqing clutched the brocade pouch in her hand, tears streaming down her face, nodding repeatedly as she said:

"I remember, Brother Chen, don't worry."

Although Zhang Xuanchen felt a pang of pity, he did not wipe away her tears.

If you were to say something that gives her hope at this moment, the outcome would be predictable.

All I could do was turn away indifferently and leave.

This is what he considers the best way.

Watching Zhang Xuanchen's receding figure, Zhang Qingqing knew that this parting today might be the last time they would ever meet again.

Thinking of this, I could no longer control my emotions.

"Brother Chen! Can I hug you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuanchen suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening slightly.

Before he could react, he felt himself being hugged.

He could clearly feel Zhang Qingqing's body trembling as she sobbed.

He stood there, stunned for a moment.

It wasn't until he felt his waist loosen that he saw Zhang Qingqing, who had retreated two meters away.

The girl, dressed in a simple short-sleeved shirt, stood on the lawn, her long hair fluttering in the wind, tears falling to the ground, looking exceptionally poignant against the backdrop of the setting sun.

She smiled and waved to Zhang Xuanchen, bidding him a final farewell.

"Qingqing, you..."

Zhang Xuanchen raised his hand as if to say something, but was interrupted by the girl.

"Brother Chen, there's no need to say more, Qingqing understands."

I will give the brocade pouch you left for Tiedan to him tomorrow.

At last……

May you grow wings and transform into a fish from the Northern Sea!

After saying that, Zhang Qingqing ran home.

"Sigh~"

Zhang Xuanchen sighed and turned to walk up the mountain.

Zhang Qingqing is a smart girl; I believe she will get over it.

As he was leaving, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

"There's a cultivator here! An evil aura! He's a heretical cultivator!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhang Xuanchen's eyes.

They would immediately conceal themselves and run into the woods near the villages at the foot of the mountain.

They happened to see two evil cultivators setting up an array.

One was at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and the other at the fifth level. Perhaps because they knew the location was remote, neither of them made any effort to hide.

Therefore, Zhang Xuanchen found them with ease.

The slightly younger man with the hooked nose looked at the middle-aged man in black robes who was focused on setting up the formation and complained, "Joining the Soul Devouring Cult is really difficult."

Even a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator who wants to join has to sacrifice the blood spirit beads of five thousand mortals.

We've wiped out more than a dozen mortal villages, but we still have less than two thousand people left.

Brother, why do you think the Soul Devouring Cult needs to sacrifice so many people's Blood Spirit Orbs?

"You're asking me? Who should I ask? Let's hurry up and set up our strategy! Lest things get complicated!"

The man in black robes shouted at the middle-aged man with the hawk-like nose.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man with the hooked nose curled his lip: "Brother, why are you so timid? In this remote little place, with just over two hundred ordinary people, what danger could there be?"

"Yeah?"

Zhang Xuanchen appeared behind the middle-aged man with the eagle nose like a ghost.

With a flash of sword light, his head rolled to the ground.

"who!"

Sensing a murderous intent approaching, the middle-aged man in black robes instantly became alert and immediately moved to create distance between himself and Zhang Xuanchen.

But Zhang Xuanchen was faster, appearing in front of the middle-aged man in black robes in a flash.

"What?!"

The middle-aged man in the black robe looked terrified, but the next moment his face showed pain.

Click!

Zhang Xuanchen directly broke the black-robed middle-aged man's limbs and shattered his dantian. He then released his spiritual fire, turning the middle-aged man's corpse with the eagle nose into ashes.

Then he grabbed the middle-aged man in the black robe by the neck and went up the mountain.

He tossed it to the ground and said coldly, "Tell me, what is the Blood Spirit Orb? Why do you want to join the Soul Devouring Cult? And what is the Soul Devouring Cult's purpose in collecting the Blood Spirit Orb?"

The middle-aged man in black robes let out a strange laugh.

"Heh heh, you won't get anything out of me. Kill me or do whatever you want with me!"

"I didn't realize you were such a tough nut to crack. But you're not a member of the Soul Devouring Cult, so why keep it a secret for them?"

Did they give you any benefits?

Why suffer such torment when you could have died a quick and painless death?

Upon hearing Zhang Xuanchen's words, the middle-aged man in black robes fell silent.

After a moment, he replied, "What you said seems to make some sense."

Zhang Xuanchen was speechless for a moment; this evil cultivator seemed to have some problems with his mind.

"Then tell me, and I'll give you a quick answer."

"OK."

The middle-aged man in black robes nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"The Soul Devouring Cult is a suddenly appearing evil cultivation force with many powerful members, while the Blood Spirit Pearl is a blood pearl formed by condensing human blood sacrifice using a special formation. Here it is."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man in black robes took out the Blood Spirit Pearl and showed it to Zhang Xuanchen.

The surface is a round blood bead about the size of a fist.

Zhang Xuanchen frowned slightly and probed into it with his divine sense.

In an instant, a sea of ​​blood appeared.

Countless wronged souls were chained to black iron chains that exuded an evil aura.

"Why did you kill me! Why did you kill me!"

"My child! Give me back my child!"

"Help me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

……

The cries of agony and grievances echoed in my ears.

Zhang Xuanchen felt as if he had entered a blood-red hell.

It suffocated him.

He bit his tongue sharply, instantly regaining his clarity and his consciousness returning to his body.

In just a few seconds, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

With bloodshot eyes, she grabbed the black-robed man by the neck.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You are devils!"

Looking at Zhang Xuanchen's crazed expression.

The middle-aged man in black robes sneered: "Ha, are we devils?"

Aren't you self-proclaimed righteous cultivators also righteous? Huh?

His expression was ferocious, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Xuanchen as he said, word by word, "I was originally a disciple of a Qi Refining family!"

The entire family was wiped out simply because one of their disciples accidentally stepped on the shoe of a disciple from a major sect!

Thirty-two cultivators and more than ten thousand mortals were all slaughtered!

Tell me, on what grounds?

Is it simply because he's a high-ranking disciple of a powerful sect, while we're just a weak Qi-refining family?

"Hahaha! What's the difference between this and evil cultivators? The only difference is they don't use these corpses for cultivation!"

"What a load of rubbish about being a reputable sect! They're nothing but a bunch of hypocrites!"

"Boy, tell me who the devil is? Huh? Speak up!"

Looking at the crazed middle-aged man in black robes in front of him, Zhang Xuanchen calmed down at this moment.

He knew very well that the other person was right.

This world has always been one where the strong rule.

Zhang Xuanchen took a deep breath and said, "This is not a reason for you to wantonly slaughter mortals!"

There is no inherent good or evil in techniques; it is people who are good or evil!

I have my own standards for judging right and wrong.

"Tell me, why does the Soul Devouring Cult want this Blood Spirit Orb?"

The middle-aged man in black robes shook his head, his voice hoarse, and said, "This is not something an ant like me could know."

"In that case, rest in peace."

Upon hearing Zhang Xuanchen's words, the middle-aged man in black robes showed no fear in his eyes, but rather an expression of relief.

Zhang Xuanchen showed no mercy and shattered his heart with a single punch.

Then he unleashed a burst of spiritual fire, burning it to ashes.

"I don't care if you're a righteous cultivator or an evil one; if you try to harm those I protect, you'll only die!"