"..."
The night fades and the morning light appears.
After finishing the scene, Su Yueli looked at Storage Bag and found that what he had collected was not too much. It was full...
It is worth about 5,000 Spirit Stone.
However, something is better than nothing.
Soon, the group returned to Outer City and went straight to the Bluestone gate of the Eternal Life Martial Sect.
The faint smell of blood from last night still lingers in the air, but the expressions of the four people have returned to normal.
However, as soon as he reached the gate, Han Yu's footsteps paused slightly.
I saw five young figures kneeling neatly outside the two heavy doors of the Eternal Life Martial Sect and Bluestone.
All five of them were in ragged clothes, with disheveled faces, and their bodies were wrapped in shabby coarse linen clothes.
The oldest is only eighteen or nineteen years old, and the youngest is only fourteen or fifteen years old judging from his stature.
It was a freezing cold morning in late autumn, but the five of them were kneeling on the cold and hard Bluestone board. Their whole bodies were purple from the cold, their lips were chapped, and there were faint traces of blood on the stone surface under their knees.
Apparently, they knelt here for at least the whole night.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, a young man in the lead suddenly raised his head.
He had a ferocious scar on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot. After seeing the Su Yueli people, his eyes suddenly burst into life-seeking fanaticism.
"Bang!"
The young man knocked his head on the stone slab, and blood oozed from his forehead instantly.
"Junior Li Meng, together with fellow refugee Outer City, ask to see the sect leader Eternal Life Martial Sect!"
The other four people also kowtowed heavily, the stone slabs banged against each other, and their voices were hoarse but hard. "Please take me in, please take me in! Please help me with my skills!"
Han Yu raised his eyebrows, released Greatsword's fingers, and turned to look at Su Yueli.
Lu Chang'an stared at the five teenagers coldly, with a bit of jealousy and sympathy in his eyes.
He recognized this look. It was the look in his eyes after he was forced into a desperate situation by the Inner City monks and trampled like a dog by the gangsters of his clan. He only wanted to sell his life to evil spirits and break the bones of his enemies.
He was the same way a year ago.
Gu Qinghe held the vacuum crystal box containing Netherflame Earthfire in his arms and remained silent.
Su Yueli stopped and looked down at the five people kneeling on the ground.
Her Divine Sense swept across five people.
With rough bones and no Spirit Root qualifications, he belongs to the lowest level of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty Cultivation World mortals.
Put it anywhere, it is just an ordinary person.
However, along the Martial Dao journey, the muscles and bones of these five people had a toughness honed by years of hunger and cold.
More importantly, a pure mortal body that has not been infected by Spiritual Qi is just suitable for practicing Blood-Locking Art.
"Eternal Life Martial Sect does not accept people who seek immortality."
Su Yueli's voice was cold and cold, echoing in the empty streets in the early morning. "Those who enter this door will not cultivate Spiritual Qi, but only train their physical bodies. From now on, their bones will be broken and reassembled every day. Life is worse than death."
"After joining the sect, your fate is determined by the sect. You are not allowed to defect. Anyone who violates this rule will have no trace of their body."
"How dare you?"
The leader, the scarred boy Li Meng, raised his head, without flinching at all. Instead, he opened his chapped lips and revealed a cruel smile.
"Back to the sect master! Here at Outer City, we are worse than dogs! Yesterday our little sister was beaten to death by monks in the street, without even leaving a body!"
Li Meng gritted his teeth and dug his nails into the cracks of the stone. "As long as we can gain strength, let alone broken bones, we will accept it even if our flesh is cut off piece by piece!"
The other four people also had red eyes and nodded heavily.
"Open the door."
Su Yueli turned around and walked into the courtyard, leaving only a plain order, "Take them to the backyard and give each of them a bowl of diluted Blood-Coagulating Paste. Those who can survive three hours will stay."
"Thank you, Sect Master! Thank you, Sect Master!"
The five people shed tears and kowtowed again excitedly.
Han Yu walked forward and glanced at the five people. "Get up, in the Eternal Life Martial Sect, tears and kowtows are the most useless things. If you want to survive, rely on your fists."
The five people quickly helped each other stand up and limped into the courtyard following Han Yu.
"..."
Three poles in the sun.
In the backyard, inside the enclosed Alchemy Hall built by Basalt.
Gu Qinghe locked the heavy stone door, and the temperature in the room rose to a suffocating level in a matter of seconds.
On the stone platform in the center, there is the crystal box covered with sealing talismans.
Through the crystal-clear box wall, the pure black mass of "Netherflame Earthfire" is slowly squirming, swallowing the surrounding light, exuding an extremely restrained but violent aura of destruction.
Gu Qinghe took a deep breath.
His legs stood firmly on the ground, Qi and Blood full. The injury on his right leg had already been completely healed under the nourishment of the sect's resources, and his whole person no longer looked a bit depressed.
He sat down cross-legged, formed a seal with his hands, and the dual attributes of fire and wood Qi and Blood in his body slowly wandered between the meridians.
"Gu Changfeng is dead, Gu Household is finished."
Gu Qinghe murmured in a low voice, State of Mind felt unprecedentedly quiet.
The Lineage bonds, low self-esteem, and despair of being abandoned that once troubled him have disappeared along with the falling head last night.
His only thought now is to step into the realm of Fourth Grade Alchemist, master this Heaven and Earth Spirit Flame, and refine a higher-dimensional elixir for the Eternal Life Martial Sect.
"Open!"
Gu Qinghe bit the tip of his tongue, and a stream of pure essence Essence Blood sprayed on the crystal box.
The seal was suddenly released!
Boom!
Pure black flames instantly shot up into the sky, and the blazing high temperature roasted the walls of Basalt until they sizzled. There was even a dark red lava sheen between the cracks in the stone.
Netherflame Earthfire sensed the external force, and the violent fire attribute Principle rushed directly towards Gu Qinghe's face.
Gu Qinghe's face was tense, and he advanced instead of retreating, facing the black flame.
"Zi--"
The smell of burning flesh instantly filled the secret room.
Gu Qinghe's veins popped out on his forehead, the skin on his arms was charred and cracked, and the terrifying high temperature almost evaporated his bone marrow.
He did not let out a cry of pain, but just gritted his teeth and relied on the physical resistance of his body that had been tempered repeatedly to force the wisp of black flame along the meridians of his palms and suppress it bit by bit into the body.
"..."
In the following months, Eternal Life Martial Sect once again entered an extremely peaceful but high-intensity daily retreat.
Martial Training Plaza on.
Under the almost cruel training of Han Yu and Lu Chang'an, the five new disciples ran around the square carrying hundreds of kilograms of Bluestone every day.
Once you fall to the ground due to exhaustion, you will be kicked up by Han Yu to continue.
At night, these five people had to withstand the weak Gang Qi vibrations performed by Su Yueli himself, which shook the fragile mortal bones in their bodies into fine cracks, and then their entire bodies were immersed in a vat of concoction prepared by Gu Qinghe.
Wails could be heard in the backyard almost every night.
But as Li Meng said, these five people were like wild wolves crawling out of hell. Even if they were so painful that they fainted several times, they still gritted their teeth and crawled out of the tank the next morning and stood on Training Ground on time.
In just three months, the impurities in the five people's bodies were emptied almost brutally, their muscles became as tight as iron, and the hatred in their eyes was reduced to their bone marrow, replaced by a cold and focused silence.
They have initially mastered the power-generating skills of "Blood-Locking Art" and stepped into the threshold of the First Realm martial arts.
And in the secret room of Basalt.
After nearly a hundred days and nights of life and death, the Mortal Iron furnace has long been melted into molten iron.
Instead, there was a cluster of pure black tiny flames floating in the palm of Gu Qinghe.
Netherflame Earthfire, completely refined.
As the black flames rose, the surrounding air sank slightly, and the medicinal fragrance slowly overflowed from the secret room, becoming more than ten times purer than before.
Gu Qinghe opened his eyes, and a dark fire flashed across his eyes.
Fourth Grade Alchemist, Cheng.
On the stone chair in the square, Su Yueli was holding a rough porcelain tea bowl, and the breeze was blowing her white hair.
She looked at the young disciples who were practicing sparring in the courtyard, listened to the dull gurgling sound of a new round of ointment condensing in the backyard Pill Furnace, and took a sip of warm tea.
The passage of time has left a heavy mark on this Bluestone courtyard.
The foundation of the Eternal Life Martial Sect has finally been firmly established in the corner of this border fairy city.