Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

A skill! A usable skill!

Sensing the information transmitted from the Cave Mystery Furnace, Lin Sheng understood what the so-called mystery was.

"It can secretly erode life force, just like the 'life-destroying worm,' which secretly parasitizes and plunders the host's life force."

So the mystery is that the essence of demons is refined into corresponding abilities; it has such a useful purpose.

"If I could obtain the aura of powerful demons like the Roc, the evil dragon, or any other powerful monster, wouldn't I be able to use their abilities?"

The thought of a single cultivator using the abilities of demons to fight and kill them brought a smile to his lips.

Although it's just a small skill now, its future is very promising.

Lin Sheng also figured out that Blood Erosion was an active skill that used Xuan Qi to apply a debuff to the opponent.

"But is this mysterious thing essentially magic, or something else?"

Since Blood Erosion consumes Profound Qi to perform, it should be considered a spell, but Blood Erosion is not something that can be learned through normal means.

"It shouldn't be considered magic, since it was obtained through the Cave Mystic Furnace. Let's just call it according to the mystical nature defined by the Cave Mystic Furnace."

Once outside the city, the appearance of the camp became clearer, and people could be seen from afar.

Cao Xingyi and Lin Sheng hurried over.

.......

Recently, the chief of the post station has been very troubled.

He couldn't understand how he, a mere minor official, could have attracted the attention of the three major martial arts schools, all vying for a lowly "master" position.

Especially considering that this position was supposedly agreed upon by someone else.

This gave Ma Zhaoshan an even bigger headache.

He finally passed the imperial examination and became an official. Although he became the head of the dojo, he was not able to mediate the conflicts between the dojos.

Who knows if a fight will suddenly break out and you'll accidentally get killed?

Thinking about how he had studied hard for so many years to get to where he is today, he worried about himself.

"What should I do...?"

Ma Zhaoshan patted his head, trying to come up with an idea. Even if he didn't have one, it was good that he could be knocked unconscious like this.

Seeing his worried expression, Su Shu said, "My lord, since you are so troubled, why not just proceed with the original plan?"

I've heard that although Liuyun Hall isn't well-liked by other martial arts schools, its strength is undeniably the best.

Even if you grant the spot to Liuyun Hall, the other dojos won't dare say anything.

Just insist that the other party is adamant and insists on having it.

Ma Zhaoshan opened his eyes, sighed, and said, "Do you think things are that easy to handle?"

If I could just get rid of it like that, I wouldn't be suffering like this.

"If I really do that, those dojos won't bother Ryuun-kan, but they will bother me and this Peach Garden Inn."

"No way, this is the imperial court..."

"They won't cause trouble directly, but behind the scenes... humph, who knows."

Although the camp isn't a large place, it's responsible for delivering and recording information about demons. Sometimes, we have no choice but to need cultivators to deal with the demons. If they don't come, what can we do?

"Aren't there still cultivators in the camp? Those cultivators who transport materials should be able to help too."

Ma Zhaoshan shook his head: "You're still too young."

Seeing that his advice was of no help to Ma Zhaoshan, Su Shu asked, "Then what should we do next, sir?"

"The Feiyan and Jintang families are waiting outside."

"I know, that's why I came in to think of a solution and take my time."

Go and refill their tea, and tell them I'll be almost done.

"Yes." After saying that, Su Shu withdrew.

Watching Su Shu leave, Ma Zhaoshan finally let out a long sigh.

Although Ma Zhaoshan was not a high-ranking official, he had served as the head of Taoyuan Post Station in Hequan Town for many years, so he was naturally very familiar with the situation in the town.

In terms of influence, Nine Blades is naturally the most influential, not only being Izumi's first dojo but also having the most disciples.

Secondly, there are Jin Tang and Fei Yan, who are also very famous and have considerable influence.

Finally, there's Frostweed. The dojo isn't big, but its magic is exquisite, and in a true sense, its skills are no less than the previous ones.

But if we're talking about the most powerful place in Hequan Town, then without a doubt it's the obscure Liuyun Pavilion.

A cultivator who is close to the Tongming Realm, a cultivator who has the opportunity to establish a sect, is no match for the others.

Therefore, when Ma Zhaoshan received the letter from Su Ren, he immediately agreed.

How could I not try to befriend the future third disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect, especially since I only agreed to a small position collecting materials on demons and monsters?

But to his surprise, two other companies came looking for the same spot soon after. If Ma Zhaoshan hadn't found out it was just a coincidence, he would have suspected he'd been set up.

"Liuyun Pavilion is great in every way, except there are too few people. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so conflicted."

"It's fine if there are few people, and it's also fine if Master Su's third disciple is strong. The problem is he hasn't even entered the country yet."

"There must be some way to solve this."

Ma Zhaoshan thought for a long time but couldn't come up with anything.

In his view, although Jintang and Feiyan were both vying for the same position, they could be considered as one family, because no matter who held the position, neither family would care much.

Because in the entire Hequan Town, apart from Liuyun Pavilion, all the other families have some kind of relationship with each other.

No one would really hold a grudge or have a conflict over a small position, except for Ryuun Hall, which was ostracized by the other dojos.

"If we were to give it to Liuyun Pavilion in front of those two families, we would offend not just two, but four families."

Ma Zhaoshan muttered under his breath, "It's just a location for recording information about demons, why are you making things difficult for a lowly official like me?"

"Your dojo has such a large collection of books, you can read more. Don't you think it's a long way to come all the way from the city?"

"The cultivators here at the inn are all useless. If they had any ability, why would I be so hesitant?"

Just as Ma Zhaoshan was muttering complaints, the door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang," startling him. He thought the two families couldn't wait any longer and had already barged in.

After recognizing that it was Su Shu who had just left, he said irritably, "What's the rush? You scared me half to death."

I was already brainstorming solutions; what if my train of thought gets interrupted?

Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea: "Hey, what do you think about me using the excuse that I was suddenly startled and had a seizure?"

Tell them I've been overworked and was just so frightened by you that I had a seizure. I need to rest for a while, and then send them away.

Ma Zhaoshan thought it was feasible. Rather than thinking of a solution, he felt he could do better by faking illness. Besides, he had been working late into the night anyway, so there was nothing wrong with saying it.

Su Shu, panting heavily, waved his hands: "No, sir... we ran into him..."

"What did you encounter?"

"...Liuyun Pavilion ran into those two families outside! Jin Tang and Fei Yan were looking very aggressive, like they were about to fight!"

"ah?!"

"Hurry, hurry! What are you waiting for? Lead the way!"

Ma Zhaoshan grabbed his hat, pushed his books aside, and went out the door, putting on his shoes as he ran.

He was genuinely afraid of a fight breaking out; if a fight did break out, it would be like the city gates catching fire!

These powerless nobodys can't get involved; they can only watch, for better or for worse.

As Ma Zhaoshan ran, he prayed that he could wear the hat for a few more years.