Battle Through the Heavens: Cultivating with an AFK System
Chapter 70

Real or Fake

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Tie Xing looked at the wreckage of Blood Fiend Son that exploded into blood mist with gloomy eyes.

"Blood Demon Sect people are indeed crazy."

He snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and Dark Attribute Battle Qi rolled past like a tide, completely annihilating the remaining Blood Fiend Qi.

Lei Tian landed next to him, shook off the blood on his hands, and grinned.

"What? Still think it's too fast to kill?"

Tie Xing did not answer, but glanced around, as if searching for something.

"Blood Fiend Son is dead, but Blood Demon Sect is not the only one."

Lei Tian shrugged.

"So what? One kills one, two kills a pair!"

Tie Xing glanced at him.

"Reckless man."

Lei Tian laughed loudly, "What's wrong with you fool? At least it's fun!"

Tie Xing was too lazy to pay attention to him and frowned.

This is the most troublesome!

Blood Demon Sect people have always been cunning and cunning, and are good at hiding.

Since they were able to sneak into the Jia Nan Academy quietly, it means that the inside may have been penetrated.

Blood Fiend Son dies, what will they do?

Should we continue to lurk and wait for the opportunity? Or should we retaliate immediately?

Or are they already acting secretly?

Tie Xing hates this feeling of knowing nothing the most.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with coldness.

"Lei Tian, don't be careless."

"People from the Blood Demon Sect won't just let it go."

Lei Tian saw Tie Xing's solemn expression and couldn't help but sneered. He waved his hand and thunder crackled in his palm.

"Tie Xing, you are just too cautious!"

He grinned, his eyes flashing with arrogance.

"As long as that old guy Old Ghost Blood Demon doesn't come in person, I'm afraid of nothing!"

"What kind of garbage is the rest?"

"The really strong ones have long been devoured by Old Ghost Blood Demon as blood food. How long will it take for them to jump around?"

Tie Xing glanced at him coldly and spoke in a low tone.

"It's not like you don't know Blood Demon Sect's methods."

"What they are best at is hiding in the dark and cannibalizing their opponents bit by bit."

Lei Tian snorted disdainfully.

"Cannibalize? I'll just blast them into pieces!"

He clenched his fist fiercely, the lightning exploded, and the air was buzzing.

"Kill as many as you come!"

Tie Xing was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly.

"I hope so."

Jiang Donghua sat cross-legged next to the alchemy stove, holding two Storage Ring lightly on his fingertips, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Tsk tsk, Fourth-grade Alchemist's net worth is really rich!"

With a thought in his mind, Soul Force probed into Storage Ring and began to carefully count the loot.

There are three medicine cauldrons, two of the third level and one of the fourth level. The two third-level medicine cauldrons cost hundreds of thousands of gold coins. As for this fourth-level medicine cauldron, it will not be less than 1.5 million gold coins!

All kinds of rare medicinal materials are piled up, including many of the main ingredients for refining Fifth-grade Pill!

There are dozens of bottles of finished elixirs, most of which are Third-grade Pill, and there are even a few bottles of Fourth-grade Pill!

There are dozens of volumes of Danfang, ranging from the first to the fifth level, and one volume is even marked with three large scarlet characters "Blood Fiend Pill"!

Jiang Donghua made a rough estimate and found that these visible resources alone are worth more than ten million gold coins!

"Get rich!"

He grinned, but quickly calmed down.

"But some of the elixirs don't look right?"

He carefully took out a bottle of dark red elixir. The bottle was cold and had a faint pungent smell of blood.

"This thing doesn't look like a serious elixir."

He dug out several bottles of similar elixirs, some of which were a strange purple-black color, and some even had blood-like lines faintly visible inside the elixirs.

"Blood Demon Sect's elixir?"

Jiang Donghua frowned slightly and did not dare to open the cork and smell it rashly.

"What if it's some Poison Pill or Xue Sha sect's secret medicine, I'm afraid you'll be in trouble if you come into contact with it rashly."

He thought for a moment and decided to put away these suspicious elixirs separately and wait for a chance to study them in the future.

"As for the rest, hey, they're all mine!"

He unceremoniously transferred all the medicinal materials, elixirs and normal elixirs to his Storage Ring, leaving only the weird elixirs and a few tokens of the Blood Demon Sect.

"Blood Fiend Pill's recipe!"

His eyes fell on the scroll of scarlet elixir, he hesitated, but finally did not dare to open it directly.

"Forget it, keep it for now, and then ask Elder Mo Xuan when he comes back."

After all, who knows if there are any insidious restrictions on the Blood Demon Sect's stuff?

He didn't want to get himself involved because of a moment of greed.

Then rummage for treasures, the joy of gold mining!

Jiang Donghua's fingers suddenly froze in mid-air, and the unknown book fell to the ground with a "snap".

His pupils contracted violently, staring at the dazzling lines of text on the open page.

"Yan Feng, Jia Nan Academy Outer Court mentor, Seven-star Great Dou Master, was assassinated by the Blood Demon Sect during the mission, and has been replaced with 'Blood Puppet'."

"Replacement date: seven months ago."

Jiang Donghua's breathing froze for a moment, and the strong figure who always had a hearty smile flashed in his mind.

Lao Yan, the mentor who took care of him when he first entered the academy, the senior who always liked to pat him on the shoulder and say, "Young man has a lot of potential."

"Seven months ago, wasn't that right?"

He suddenly remembered that the last time he saw Lao Yan, he was thinking that the old boy would help him buy a medicine cauldron.

Jiang Donghua slammed the page shut, his knuckles turning white from the force.

It has been more than half a year since he saw Lao Yan again.

Fake, right?

Lao Yan is Seven-star Great Dou Master after all!

How could it be possible to say that it was replaced just because it was replaced?

But in this book, not only Lao Yan was replaced, there were at least two to three hundred people recorded in the book!

His chest felt as if he had been severely burned by a red-hot iron, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

"Cloud-Chasing Steps, Blazing Palm, Crimson Flame Art."

These three names were squeezed out from between his teeth, each word carrying a heavy weight.

Those were the Dou Technique and exercises that Yan Feng personally handed to him when he first entered Jia Nan Academy.

"You brat, practice hard."

Yan Feng patted his shoulder with such force that he staggered.

"When you get first place, I will definitely get more benefits than you, a brat like you, think!"

"Old Yan, you fucking gave me a chance to repay the kindness of knowing you!"

The voice was hoarse.

Elder Mo Xuan The sound of the door being opened.

Jiang Donghua's heart suddenly tightened, and even his breathing stopped for a moment.

He stared intently at the figure outside the alchemy room door.

Elder Mo Xuan, dressed in gray robes and with a stern face, was slowly entering the room.

But is this really Elder Mo Xuan?

Jiang Donghua's fingertips trembled slightly, and cold sweat slid down his back.

He did not dare to act rashly and could only continue to observe through the refraction of the cryolite.

Elder Mo Xuan looked around, his eyes rested on the alchemy furnace for a moment, and then he spoke.

"Dong Hua, come out."

The voice was low, as usual, but Jiang Donghua felt tense all over.

If it is really Elder Mo Xuan, he should know that I am in the alchemy room.

But if it is Blood Puppet, could it be testing?

Jiang Donghua took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm.

"Master, are you back so soon?"

Elder Mo Xuan frowned slightly, seeming confused by his hesitation.

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