Golden Crow Blood, the Avici Trial Begins, Zuoqiu Yang

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Little Li routine was quite regular.

In the morning, his master gave him a fighting lesson. He still couldn't resist Shang Wu's 'intention', and he could hold on for longer and longer, even developing a kind of 'sixth sense' in the Unseen.

This made his nighttime dual cultivation increasingly easier.

This is reflected in his control over his Internal Breath, ensuring that he doesn't place too much burden on his cultivation partner, the Ice Block.

Li Mo discovered that now that the two of them were practicing the Phoenix Singing in the Heavenly Marsh together, their progress could only be described as miraculous.

Even if he could achieve Heaven-Man Unity, he would still need to constantly absorb the essence of heaven and earth and transform it into his own 'qi'.

With the Ice Block, the process is more than ten times faster.

The Heaven-Man Unity and man, rare and precious elixirs, the master's brutal beatings, and the dual cultivation with Ice Block.

Hmm... did something strange get mixed in?

In short, his speed at the Internal Breath Condensing-Qi Realm can only be described as rocket-like.

However, there is also bad news.

He made a mistake in his initial assessment.

The Dantian is so inclusive, it has the meaning of embracing all rivers. He originally thought that he could Qi Condensation qi into liquid in ten days or eight months, but now it seems that he will have to spend more time.

Little Li wasn't in a hurry.

After all, the process of practicing martial arts is quite enjoyable...

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[Golden Crow Blood]: "Birds represent yang essence, containing a trace of the sun's power, like the Golden Crow."

In the World Seed.

Jiang Chulong held tree branches in her left and right hands respectively, and the sound of her waving them around was incessant.

The Primordial Heavenly Venerable flipped his palm and took out a crystal bottle.

The few drops of pale golden liquid contained within were not quite accurate as liquids, as they did not mix but burned distinctly, releasing magnificent flames the size of beans.

This is what Li Mo and Ice Block gained from their dual cultivation over the past few days.

"Teacher... this little bean... is so warm."

Jiang Chulong squatted down beside her, hugging her knees, the firelight flickering in her eyes.

"This is the Golden Crow Blood."

The Heavenly Venerable chuckled lightly, as if this were nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

"Golden Crow? Teacher, you... you even have this...?"

Jiang Chulong opened her mouth in surprise.

Have you seen this before?

"I've seen... I've met someone who looks a bit... somewhat like them."

Jiang Chulong recounted her experiences haltingly.

Since no one played with her before, she would sometimes sneak out of the Cold Palace. Once, she sneaked out quite far.

"There are... lots of small... small signs there..."

"And... the statue of Grand Ancestor..."

"There's a... three-legged crow... pecking at Grand Ancestor- Grandfather..."

Li Mo realized that she was referring to the Ancestral Hall.

After listening for a while, he roughly understood what Princess Little Jiang had seen and heard.

She went to the ancestral hall and saw a black three-legged bird pecking at the statue of Emperor Taizu Wu.

When the three-legged black bird was captured and killed, the blood that spilled out was somewhat similar to the bottle of Golden Crow Blood in his hand.

"That shouldn't be the real Golden Crow, but rather it possesses a trace of its bloodline."

"The true Golden Crow can transform into a great sun."

Li Mo smiled.

Jiang Chulong nodded thoughtfully, then asked with some confusion:

"But... but isn't the sun... Grandpa Martial Emperor?"

This question touches on a gap in Little Li's knowledge.

Historical records do clearly state that Emperor Taizu Wu transformed himself into the sun, but whether this is true or not, who can say for sure?

However, Princess Little Jiang did not dwell on this issue for too long.

"Teacher, this... is... for you."

Jiang Chulong took out a sachet from her bosom.

The material was surprisingly good; although there was no embroidery, the stitching was very neat.

She stammered, her fingers twisted together, not daring to look at the teacher's expression.

"I... I did it myself."

"You can do this too?"

The Heavenly Venerable was astonished.

"Yes... yes... I learned it from the palace maids."

"Where did you find the material?"

"Bought... bought."

Seeing that the teacher seemed to like it, Jiang Chulong breathed a sigh of relief, and her speech became a little more fluent:

"I've been picking up a lot of things lately... knives, swords, things like that... in the same place every day."

"Um?"

The Heavenly Venerable was puzzled.

You can find swords and knives on the street? Do these things even respawn automatically?

But after Princess Little Jiang recounted her experiences over the past few days, he finally realized what had happened.

The Avici Trial has begun.

Every day, martial arts practitioners fight each other.

Some of them, who valued martial ethics, would find a scenic spot and agree to a duel.

Our Princess Little Jiang would always quietly wait for them to finish fighting before coming out to clean up the battlefield.

They'll also dig a hole and bury the loser, so the dead can rest in peace.

Li Mo: "..."

Looting a corpse?

He never expected that Princess Little Jiang's hobby of collecting trash would evolve...

"No... is it not allowed?"

"Safety should be the top priority."

After thinking it over, Li Mo finally taught her a martial art that concealed her aura.

"By the way, teacher... when is Big Brother Li coming back?"

This was the question Jiang Chulong kept thinking about and asked herself every day before leaving.

"Today."

The Heavenly Venerable gave an affirmative answer.

The sect must send disciples and elders down the mountain to prevent major chaos in Purple Sun Prefecture City.

He already knew that as one of the top finishers in the martial arts competition, he would be stationed in the Prefecture City, and his master would follow. As an elder, she would naturally be the leader.

Speaking of which...

It's about time, isn't it?

Why hasn't Master sent any message?

"Huh? Going to Purple Sun Prefecture City?"

Faced with his beloved apprentice's question.

Shang Wu, reclining on the chair, looked blankly at him.

She picked the Small Gourd and gulped down two mouthfuls before scratching her pink, cloud-like shoulders and remembering:

"That's really true."

"We should have left two days ago."

Li Mo: "..."

So you forgot?

After making some inquiries, I found out.

Old Xiao had already set off a while ago, and I reckon he's been waiting at the agreed location for two days.

Then.

Li Mo, along with Ice Block and his master, boarded the carriage heading down the mountain.

An evening without a sunset.

In the Post House a hundred miles from Purple Sun Prefecture City.

It was raining heavily today, the rain pattering against the eaves, and the pervasive moisture made everything outside look white.

Despite the torrential rain, the Post House was doing even better business, with people drinking and chatting away, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Did I leave too early?

"But I've been waiting for two days already..."

A figure wearing a bamboo hat, carrying a broken greatsword on his back, sat in a corner eating, glancing at the doorway from time to time.

After thinking about it, Xiao Qin realized it wasn't his fault.

In the past few days, many things have happened at the Post House, with frequent bloodshed and deaths, a truly horrific scene.

It is clear that the Avici Trial has already begun.

"Hmph, the Avici Trial."

At that moment, an aged voice rang in his ear:

"I hate those infamous rats the most; they're like leeches, always getting into my nooks and crannies."

"If I hadn't been targeted by those two Earthly Baleful Assassin, I wouldn't be in this situation..."

Thousand Forms Martial Venerable clearly had no good feelings towards the Drizzle Pavilion.

"Teacher, what exactly is the Drizzle Pavilion?"

Xiao Qin couldn't help but be curious.

Even teachers have been forced into such a predicament?

"Within the Drizzle Pavilion, the highest rank is the Thirty-Six Heavenly Killers, who report directly to the Pavilion Master. There are also the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, the Three Hundred Sixty Human Butchers, and countless unranked assassins."

"Heh, none of those guys who caused such a commotion these past few days actually managed to get into the building."

"Those qualified to enter the Drizzle Pavilion are not mere scoundrels who duel in broad daylight; they are a bunch of venomous snakes who are only interested in profit and will stop at nothing."

"The Drizzle Pavilion is a place that even members of the imperial family dare to assassinate."

"Give them money, and they'll do things for you."

Thousand Forms Martial Venerable was deeply impressed by the Drizzle Pavilion.

Xiao Qin pondered for a moment and asked:

Will their assassination attempt fail?

"Failure means you didn't pay enough; they'll ask you to pay more."

"..."

To some extent, Drizzle Pavilion is quite persistent.

Xiao Qin couldn't help but feel a sense of unease towards the Drizzle Pavilion that valued money above all else.

He still prefers to associate with gentlemen like Brother Li...

At this time.

A figure burst through the rain and stepped into the Post House.

The bustling Post House suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

The man was extremely thin, with a short knife at his waist. As he stood there, the ground gradually turned red.

The water dripping from him wasn't rain, it was blood.

Clang--

Despite being watched by everyone, he walked straight to Xiao Qin and sat down.

"Brother, may I sit here?"

As he spoke, he asked the waiter for a bowl of beef noodles.

Please make yourself at home.

Xiao Qin looked somber.

The master said, "This person is not simple..."

"Sir, your beef noodles, as you requested, don't have scallions in them."

The waiter came running over with a big smile on his face.

The man squinted, but didn't touch his chopsticks; he just grinned and said:

"But... I don't eat beef."

This sentence.

The tense atmosphere, which had been building up to a storm, was finally broken, and the oppressive mood finally erupted.

Ugh--

The waiter, who had been all smiles just moments before, flicked the towel off his shoulder, and from it emerged a shower of fine needles, like Rainstorm Pear Blossom.

Meanwhile, the sound of swords being drawn echoed from inside the Post House.

"Zuoqiu Yang, today is your death day!"

The diners, the innkeeper, and even the stable boy all rushed forward with murderous intent.

Xiao Qin: "?"

So that person sat there because...

Am I the only one in the entire Post House who isn't an assassin?

It happened quite suddenly.