This is a cultivation game, but its operation is terrible.

"My spiritual root! My realm!"

The dean sensed the changes within his body, his face instantly turning deathly pale. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face ashen, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred as he glared at Jiang Liu, his voice shrill: "Demon! You demonic cultivator!"

Jiang Liu's palm strike, imbued with golden spiritual energy, completely destroyed the dean's spiritual root and cultivation level, turning him from a high-ranking Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator into an ordinary old man!

"Stop barking like a dog! Don't you know who the devil is? In this nursing home, you're the culprit!"

Jiang Liu looked at him with disdain. His palm strike had only destroyed the Dean's physical realm and spiritual root. Once he synchronized with the cultivation era, his realm and spiritual root would return.

Hmm, will he come back?

Jiang Liu expressed curiosity.

Chapter 55 Boss Fule took a taxi to deliver it.

"What are you yelling about! Do you really think you reached your level through hard work and cultivation?!"

Jiang Liu was curious whether the destroyed realm and spiritual root could be restored using the synchronization function of the cultivation era, so he kindly gave a hint.

If things can be restored, then he doesn't know how to punish the dean.

"Yes, yes, this wasn't something I repaired..."

After Jiang Liu said that, a glimmer of hope rose in the eyes of the dean, whose face had turned ashen, and he closed his eyes with anticipation.

One second later.

He opened his eyes again, the hope in them turning to despair. He murmured absently, "My Dao foundation is destroyed... It tells me my Dao foundation is destroyed, I can't synchronize for now, I need a Nine-Turn Golden Pill..."

"What exactly is the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir?!"

He's finished. His foundation is destroyed, and his dream of immortality is gone!

Unless he has the opportunity to obtain the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir in the future during the Immortal Cultivation Era, his physical body in reality will continue to age!

Any chance?

There's no chance anymore.

"Oh, that's good."

Jiang Liu was quite satisfied. He turned his head and cast his ill-intentioned gaze at the finance officer and another cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

That one glance nearly scared the finance officer to death. He had personally witnessed this masked man destroy the dean's cultivation level and spiritual root, plunging a cultivator who was originally at the fifth level of Qi Refining into the abyss of the mortal world.

"Wait! I'm just an accountant! I don't know anything... Ahhh!"

The accountant cried out in terror, but before she could finish speaking, a scream escaped her lips, and she instantly slumped down.

You're already at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and you still dare to say you didn't do anything?

After Jiang Liu shattered the financial expert's spiritual root with a single palm strike, he looked at the last Qi Refining Level 4 expert.

Just as they were about to make their move, their ears twitched. A series of noisy and chaotic footsteps came from downstairs, rapidly approaching, followed by a large fluctuation of energy.

"It's the boss! The boss is here!"

The last Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator was in despair. Just as Jiang Liu's Golden Spirit Palm was about to strike, he heard a lot of footsteps and couldn't help but reveal the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

"Hahahaha! Didn't expect that, did you? I used the Immortal Cultivation Era to notify the boss! You're finished... Ah!"

Is it the owner of Fule Organization who brought people here?

Jiang Liu was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

They arrived in just a few minutes, were they just throwing their lives away by taking a taxi?

He was still thinking of going to find the other person, but unexpectedly, the other person rushed over first.

That suits me perfectly; no need to waste time.

Jiang Liu waved his hand to retract the palm print, turned around and looked at the corridor outside the door. After sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

One is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, three are at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and seven are at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

How many spirit stones must have been spent to achieve such strength?

waste.

A few seconds later.

The corridor outside the door was filled with a group of people. The person at the front, who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, was wearing a white magic robe, holding a magic sword in his hand, with wings hanging on his back. He was slightly chubby, wore glasses, and had an extremely gloomy expression.

He looked down the corridor and immediately saw Jiang Liu a dozen meters away, and the miserable state of the Spirit Condensation Room. A shadow flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly to Jiang Liu from a distance of more than ten meters: "Fellow Daoist, you dare to overturn my Fule Organization's stall? You have quite the nerve. Do you think you are a real immortal or something?"

He was cultivating at the villa when he received the news that someone had broken into the nursing home and wanted to take away the memory card containing the recordings from the Spirit Condensation Room. He was so shocked that his spiritual energy became disordered. He hurriedly called everyone at the villa and rushed over. He was filled with anxiety and fear along the way, afraid that if he was a step too late, the other party would take the memory card away.

If the contents of this memory card were exposed, he would have nowhere to stand in this city, and might even be forced to abandon all his assets and flee to another province. He could not bear, nor did he want to bear, this consequence.

Fortunately, the nursing home was not far from his villa. He sped along and finally caught up with the person. While he breathed a sigh of relief, a strong murderous intent surged up in his heart.

Wearing a hat, covering his face, and dressed in all black, ah, just what I wanted!

Jiang Liu looked at the Qi Refining Level 7 person standing at the front. He thought the person looked familiar, perhaps he had seen him in the news. Just in case, he asked again, "Are you the owner of Fule Organization?"

"Yes."

Boss Fule sneered, "Now you're scared? Too late! Today I'll show you..."

"Skip skip skip!"

After confirming the other party's identity, Jiang Liu didn't bother with any more words. He transformed himself, unleashing the aura of the ninth level of Qi Refining. More than a dozen magical artifacts suddenly appeared on his body, causing the spiritual energy fluctuations throughout the entire floor to stagnate instantly!

Before Boss Fule and the others could change their expressions, Jiang Liu raised his hand and flicked his wrist, sending three magic swords shooting out, faintly emitting sword cries, hovering in a triangular shape above Boss Fule and the others.

"Three Spirit Sword Formation!"

His first move was the most powerful killing blow!

"You...you're at the ninth level of Qi Refining!?"

Boss Fule felt an irresistible pressure from Jiang Liu, and the sneer on his face instantly froze, replaced by an expression of disbelief.

How is this possible? The server has only been open for less than ten days, how could there be a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining?!

He uses the Fule Organization as a tool for making money, spending money like water every day. He's been consuming Qi Refining Pills like crazy, but he's only at the seventh level of Qi Refining!

Could it be that this person forced their way up despite the penalty of the Qi Refining Pill failing?

And all these magical artifacts... You're so rich, we're all the same kind of people, why are you coming to cause me trouble?

After Jiang Liu unleashed his aura, Boss Fule's mind went blank. He racked his brains but couldn't understand how he, who had always been kind to others, had offended such a powerful expert from the fourth district.

If you can't figure it out, then don't bother trying.

The aura of a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator, the magical artifacts he carried, and the three magical swords hovering in the air—all of this caused Boss Fule's expression to change drastically. An extremely ominous premonition arose within him, and he immediately roared, "Attack together! Disrupt the spiritual energy in the surrounding area!"

He reacted quickly and immediately slashed at the three magic swords hanging above his head.

One Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator, three Qi Refining Level 6 cultivators, and seven Qi Refining Level 5 cultivators all attacked simultaneously, causing the spiritual energy of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth to surge violently, and the entire floor trembled as a result.

However, it still couldn't stop the Three Spirit Sword Formation from activating.

The Three Spirit Sword Formation was activated, and the three magical swords moved like dragons, their red, gold, and green sword beams constantly weaving through the mortals. Each strike was accompanied by wailing and screams.

Many people lost their will to fight after being hit by just one sword, crouching on the ground trembling with fear, terrified that the sword would pierce their heads.

Jiang Liu's Three Spirit Sword Formation, with its three swords dancing wildly like dragons, was unstoppable and invincible, demonstrating to them what true magic really is.

Is this magic?

This doesn't seem to be the same spell I'm using!

Boss Fule's face turned pale, and he cried out in despair in his heart. The three-colored sword light reflected in his pupils, dazzling him. Even though he was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he could only barely hold on with the help of the defensive magic artifacts on his body.

As the defensive artifact shattered, his heart sank into the abyss, and an unprecedented sense of impending death welled up from the depths of his heart.

"Stop! Stop! I know I was wrong! Take all the spirit stones! Spare my life!"

You know you were wrong?

You're scared now!

Chapter 56 Second Uncle: How about a provincial-level model student?

One minute later.

Jiang Liu withdrew the Three Spirit Sword Formation, leaving the entire corridor in a mess.

The windows of a long corridor were all shattered, with glass shards scattered on the ground, and dozens of sword marks were slashed across the walls, with bloodstains flowing from them.

A dozen or so cultivators lay sprawled on the ground, their clothes tattered and disheveled, their bodies riddled with sword wounds, blood flowing everywhere, groaning in agony.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the horrific scene along the corridor was a terrifying sight, like a painting of hell.

A cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining only used one move to seriously injure more than a dozen people; this is the terrifying aspect of cultivators.

For some reason, perhaps because he had killed hundreds of Lingyun Sect outer elders in the story levels, Jiang Liu did not feel too nauseous when he smelled the blood in the air and saw the blood painting in front of him. He even felt a little excited.

Fighting NPCs in a game is a completely different experience from fighting real people in real life; he felt his testosterone levels soaring.

"No one should have died, right?"

Jiang Liu muttered to himself as he walked over, and after finding no one dead from the Three Spirit Sword Formation, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was still somewhat restrained in his actions, controlling the Three Spirit Sword Formation without aiming for the vital points of these people. Although they looked extremely miserable, most of them only had holes pierced through their limbs.

The one who suffered the least injury was Boss Fule. He withstood several waves of attacks from the Three Spirit Sword Formation with his defensive magic artifact, and in the end, he only had a few sword marks on his body.

The injury was not serious, but it hurt. When had he ever been injured so badly?

"Dao, fellow Daoist..."

The owner of Fule slumped on the ground, his face deathly pale. He weakly watched Jiang Liu approach, his expression pleading, and said in a feeble voice, "Please call 120 for me, please..."

Jiang Liu squatted down next to Boss Fu Le, ignoring what he said, and asked the question that had been bothering him the most: "Where did you get the technique for condensing spirit stones?"

"120."

Boss Fule gasped for breath: "Call 120 for me, and I'll tell you, huff huff huff."

Jiang Liu: "......"

You really have wild ideas. Do you think I'm your good brother?