"Brother Yan Dao, this business... Nine Mountains Sect is not going to do it for the time being."
Zheng Fa rejected Yan Wushuang's evil proposal.
The reason for rejection is very simple:
The main reason is that Zheng Fa's move is not to produce magic talismans on a large scale, but to kill Demonic Sect's disciples as much as possible.
Of course there will be more blood if you draw blood from the living ones, but there will be fewer Demonic Sect disciples who are dead?
Doesn't fit his purpose.
Moreover, Demonic Sect has too many disciples, far from the point where artificial breeding is needed...
According to Lin Bufan, Great Freedom Demon Cult alone has a population of hundreds of millions, and if we look at the proportion of the Xuanwei Realm monks who are capable of cultivating, there must be at least several thousand to tens of thousands of them.
If we consider Devil Ancestor's special bloodline, I'm afraid the number of people will be much higher.
If Demonic Sect really only has two or three big cats and kittens left in the future, Zheng Fa will consider establishing a Demonic Sect monk sanctuary...
After all, the market for spiritual talismans is far from unlimited. Even if it only relies on the rewards currently launched, Uncle-Master Pang is worried about the price of spiritual talismans falling.
Talisman Seals also failed to solve the problem of talisman paper and spiritual ink. Demonic Sect's disciple's blood will be useless no matter how much it has.
Hearing Zheng Fa's rejection, Yan Wushuang's face was a little disappointed. He thought for a while and then said, "Sell it cheap."
"..."
This man is really short of money!
"Brother Yan Dao, it really can't be done. If I, Nine Mountains Sect, had so many Demonic Sect disciples, I wouldn't have to do anything."
Zheng Fa sighed.
Breeding also requires costs.
What's more, this thing is much more hateful to the Demonic Sect than buying blood. If you give him Uncle-Master Pang, he probably won't even dare to raise it.
Yan Wushuang nodded, as if he understood.
He asked again, "Is the previous reward confirmed to be valid?"
"Of course."
Looking at Yan Wushuang walking away, Zheng Fa turned his head and saw that Lin Bufan's expression was not quite right.
"What's wrong?"
he asked.
"Sir, I brought it to you by myself. I didn't ask for Spirit Stone's." Lin Bufan suddenly said, "Why don't you let Li Nuo draw more of my blood?"
"..."
No, all of these are required?
Among the Five-Dragon Heavenly Palace, Uncle-Master Pang rarely played the game and did not show it on his face, but Divine Sense always landed in Zheng Fa's room.
In the past few days, the Spiritual Qi fluctuations during Zheng Fa's practice have become more and more severe, and there are signs of a breakthrough.
He couldn't help but be more attentive.
Now that Marketplace has released the reward, it is unlikely that it will really anger Great Freedom Demon Cult. Zheng Fa's role in it is not a particularly big secret. He is also afraid that someone will plot against Zheng Fa.
In Zheng Fa's room, Spiritual Qi rose and fell like a tide, and finally a small whirlpool appeared.
Uncle-Master Pang showed a smile on his face, Zheng Fa has a solid foundation, and his breakthrough is fast but steady. Now he has advanced a few points faster than Junior Nephew-Disciple Zhang, of course, and his own disciples are far behind.
Thinking of this, he Divine Sense swept away and landed on the other disciples in the Five-Dragon Heavenly Palace.
Several of his disciples happened to be walking near the small hall where Zheng Fa was, and seemed to have seen this breakthrough phenomenon.
One disciple said:
"Junior Brother Zheng has made a breakthrough? He should be at the Qi Refinement Realm ninth level now, right?"
The other disciples nodded slightly when they heard this, but they didn't speak, and their faces looked a little gloomy.
Uncle-Master Pang couldn't help but feel relieved in his heart. Although his disciples were not as good as Zheng Fa, they still had a sense of shame. With Zheng Fa here, they would probably try their best to practice in the future.
"It's too slow..."
He heard a disciple break the silence.
"?"
There was confusion on Uncle-Master Pang's face. Zheng Fa's speed from the entry level to the current Qi Refinement Realm level nine can be said to be one of the best in the Nine Mountains Sect. If you look at the current advancement speed, it is possible that Foundation Establishment is faster than Junior Nephew-Disciple Zhang.
My own disciple actually said that Zheng Fa is practicing too slowly?
What he didn't expect was that other disciples also nodded, seeming to feel the same way.
The disciple continued, "Why can't Junior Brother Zheng be Foundation Establishment this year, Golden Core next year, Nascent Soul the year after that, and directly take over the position of Sect Leader?"
"..."
Uncle-Master Pang twitched the corner of his mouth.
No, how come the protagonist in your dream is someone else's?
But at this time, he saw several other disciples sighing.
"There is no need for Nascent Soul the year after tomorrow. When he Core Formation, he will probably be able to take on the responsibility of Sect Leader. Then Discipline Hall will be under his control!" A disciple thought for a moment and said softly, "At that time, we can at least nominally follow Junior Brother Zheng."
Discipline Hall...
Isn't Discipline Hall under my control?
After figuring out what these disciples were looking forward to, Uncle-Master Pang couldn't help but look at Zheng Fa's small courtyard--
What about Great Freedom Demon Cult's Nascent Soul?
Are you a turtle?
So tolerable!
Among Thunder Pool, most of the disciples of Great Freedom Demon Cult have not heard about the reward.
Several disciples of Great Freedom Demon Cult leaned together and moved forward cautiously inside Thunder Pool.
"Brother, how long do we have to patrol?"
A young disciple asked a middle-aged man on the side Humanity's Dao.
This middle-aged man seemed to be the leader among these people. He shook his head and said, "Our Secret Realm has been exposed. The superiors asked us to be careful and don't let anyone sneak in."
"The ones above... the ones above are so powerful, why are you still afraid of them?"
"No matter how powerful you are, haven't you been squatting in the Secret Realm for tens of thousands of years without daring to stand out? If Holy Ancestor doesn't appear in the world, we Holy Sect can't compete with the Immortal Sect." The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "If it weren't for this Thunder Pool, I'm afraid Immortal Sect would have already invaded Secret Realm - maybe there are big monks nearby watching."
"There is great power... isn't this sending us to death?"
The disciple muttered and seemed extremely dissatisfied.
"Who do we think we are? Those great monks don't even look at us..." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Besides, they don't dare to enter this Thunder Pool."
"Aren't there still those Immortal Sect disciples?"
Hearing what he said, the middle-aged man laughed dumbly, as if he was laughing at his ignorance.
Seeing his expression, the disciple looked a little unhappy.
But he didn't dare to speak.
It seemed that the patrol was boring, so the middle-aged man answered his question again, "You think the outside is the same as in the Secret Realm."
"Outside, there has been peace for thousands of years. Although those Immortal Sect disciples are sitting in a world but have no desire to make progress, think about it among us Secret Realm - if there is a day without fighting, who of us will not come out from the pile of dead people?"
"... Senior brother, what do you mean?" The disciple's eyes lit up.
"Let me tell you, regardless of the difference in cultivation level, these Immortal Sect disciples in the outside world are more precious than the others. How can I, Holy Sect disciple, be as good at fighting!" The middle-aged man said with some pride in his tone, "Now Although the birth of the Secret Realm was an accident, I think it is also an opportunity for us to make great achievements! If I just stay in the Secret Realm, forget it. When I come out, I will let them see the majesty of the Holy Sect."
"Especially among these Thunder Pool, those weak Immortal Sect disciples don't say whether they dare to come here, but they are here. If we meet them, don't they just give us Spirit Stone gifts?"
"Immortal Sect, oh, how can they understand the suffering we have endured... I heard from my brothers outside that most of those Immortal Sect disciples have weak personalities and are unfamiliar with fighting. They are no match for Non-Self... If Holy Ancestor hadn't been born, we would have swept the world."
When other Demonic Sect disciples heard this, they also felt that it made sense.
There was a look of expectation on his face.
"Be careful!"
A disciple suddenly issued a warning.
The middle-aged man's heart tightened, and he tilted his head back, narrowly avoiding a ray of silver light.
"Who!"
Feeling the cold stinging pain on his earlobes, he couldn't help but shouted angrily.
"Who!"
Unexpectedly, someone was shouting angrily in the dark.
"Didn't we agree to attack together and share it equally?"
He looked towards the place where he was speaking, and his eyes fell on him like tigers and wolves.
The silver light flew back to the hand of an old man with a goatee. He smiled shyly and explained in a low voice, "Spirit Stone is a little excited right now... his hands are shaking."
The Demonic Sect middle-aged man felt like he could understand, but he really didn't understand anything.
Looking again, they were actually surrounded.
Nearly twenty monks of unknown origin surrounded them from all directions.
That look in his eyes made this middle-aged man feel like a tiger or a wolf.
On the side, the disciple who asked the question before had a trembling tone, "Senior brother... didn't you say that there has been peace outside for a long time? Why do these people look more vicious than us?"
Middle-aged people also feel this way...
"Remember! Don't be in a hurry to take the blood. Someone will be responsible for it, and everyone will share it equally later!" Someone in the group of monks surrounding them shouted.
The next moment, attacks like rain came towards them.
This middle-aged Great Freedom Demon Cult man was covered in injuries and fled towards the Secret Realm entrance in embarrassment.
He was a little lucky in his heart. Although there were many outside monks, their cultivation levels were uneven and their fighting experience was somewhat lacking.
It did allow him to save a life from the siege.
There was just one thing he didn't quite understand - these people were not very interested in killing people, but they were very interested in their blood.
Some people are even collecting the blood shed by their injuries...
While escaping all the way back, he even discovered some unusual signs--
I don't know when, there were many monks here.
They either work alone or in groups, but their goals are very similar:
He is the disciple of Great Freedom Demon Cult!
He has seen many brothers killed.
This made him even more frightened.
Just as he was approaching Secret Realm, a voice suddenly came from diagonally behind him.
"Huh? Here comes another one?"
A tall figure flew towards him.
What frightened him was that this man was also carrying a fellow disciple of Great Freedom Holy Church.
The middle-aged man used Heavenly Demon Disappearing Shadow to escape.
Unexpectedly, this person suddenly flashed and turned into thunder, blocking his way and hitting him with a palm.
Thunder flashed in the palm of this man's hand and fell on him, making him immediately paralyzed and unable to resist anymore.
The middle-aged man fell limply into the man's hands, and he could still hear the man muttering before he fell unconscious.
"Brother Zheng Dao doesn't want to raise him, can I just raise him?"
"Two should be enough. If you draw blood every other day, you should be able to live for a long time. If you starve to death, we will catch you again."
"Still fresh."
When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes darkened, and he finally understood why the previous group of monks behaved like that.
He closed his eyes and his lips trembled, wishing he could curse:
Is it so cruel outside?
Who the hell is the demon sect!
(End of chapter)