Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 20
After being reminded by the old man, Master Tianfu suddenly remembered something, and the joyful expression on his face instantly retreated.

"Among the casual cultivators recruited in Xianyuan City this time, there is a disciple named Xue Leng.

This person not only has the extremely rare blood spirit root, but also practiced the Yin Deficiency Secret Technique of the Demon Sect.

According to the records of the sect, this technique originated from the Yinluo Sect ten thousand years ago, logically speaking, there should be no inheritance left by the Qianyuan lineage back then..."

After a pause, Tianfu Daoist carefully raised his head and glanced at his eyes. When he saw the slight frown on the scar-faced old man's forehead, he eased his tone and continued to add:

"The origin of this son is also innocent, he is a vassal family of the Five Spirits Sect, a collateral clan of the Xue family.

After being kicked out of the mountain ten years ago, he made a living in a small underground market and lived in seclusion on weekdays.

And according to the investigation, this son has a very high talent for controlling corpses, and his heart is also very cold. "

"Yin Que curse?" The scar-faced old man just murmured back after Tianfu Daoist finished speaking.

Then he raised his hand to stroke the scar on his right face, and fell into a state of contemplation again.

A moment later, a painful expression appeared on his face, and then gradually transformed into a hideous expression.

Cooperating with the scar like a centipede climbing on the old man's face, the real Tianfu standing beside him felt an inexplicable palpitation.

Fortunately, this expression of the scar-faced old man only stayed on his face for a moment.

"You must be wondering why I'm so excited?"

The scar-faced old man muttered to himself, paused for a moment, and then continued.

"Back then, in the war between evil and righteousness, most of my Yuanying monks fell, and even Uncle Ling, who is known as the number one Dharma cultivator in the North, also drank his hatred in this battle."

"After this battle, the Tianfu Sect has become a thing of the past, so we had to change its name to Tianfu Pavilion and seek the protection of the True Spirit Sect."

"The chief culprit of all this is the current suzerain of the Yin Luozong—Fang Nianyu!"

Having said this, the scar-faced old man stroked his hand again to the hideous scar on his face.

"Back then, he only used five refined corpses to easily kill three early Yuanying monks who were not inferior to him in our sect.

It also left this scar in the old man's heart that will never be erased! "

At this time, the scar-faced old man once again showed a look of pain, and complex emotions of resentment, shame, and unwillingness surged in his eyes.

"Then according to the uncle's intention, how should this person be dealt with?"

Daoist Tianfu at the side also seemed to see that something was wrong with the scar-faced old man's condition, so he interrupted him hastily.

Hearing this, the scar-faced old man turned his face away, facing the mirror-like smooth stone surface on the sky cliff, and said strangely:

"Just transfer him to the Hall of Spirit Talismans. Someone will take care of him when he falls down, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

"Hey, the old man helped him find such a treasure, I think the old blood feather ghost should be very happy."

"Yes, uncle."

A flash of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but Master Tianfu didn't ask any questions.

After bowing and saluting, he turned and left.

After a few breaths, the scar-faced old man raised his hand to the sky cliff, and brushed the mirror-like stone surface.

Surprisingly, there appeared strangely on the stone surface, one after another extremely distorted scarlet runes. If you look carefully, there seem to be traces of some large-scale teleportation formations.

After a long time, a desolate sigh sounded faintly, and there was no more sound in front of the sky cliff.

*
Early the next morning, Xue Leng and Han Ming received the news that they went to the Spirit Talisman Hall to report together.

However, the expressions of the two people who heard the news were different.

Han Ming was so excited that he even jumped up from his chair and hummed a little song happily.

But Xue Leng was a little disappointed, felt that this matter was very strange, and immediately showed a pensive look on his face.

Logically speaking, with his aptitude, even if he is not favored by Yuanying Patriarch, he can still become a true disciple.

But now... what's the situation?Could it be that Situ Yu concealed the aptitude of his blood spirit root?
Shaking his head, Xue Leng immediately denied the answer.

Because, I just learned from the monk surnamed Tian yesterday that in the Tianfu Pavilion, except for some disciples who can make talismans, very few people will be forcibly arranged in the major talisman halls.

"Could it be because I have used a lot of talismans in the arena?"

Thinking of this, Xue Leng felt even more absurd in his heart, and faintly regretted joining Tianfu Pavilion.

"Old man Tianfu looks benevolent, but I didn't expect to be so ignorant, I really don't know what to say!"

Cursing inwardly, he led Han Ming towards the Spirit Talisman Hall.

After a while, the figures of the two stopped at the entrance of the Spirit Talisman Hall.

Looking at the somewhat dilapidated low attic in front of him, Xue Leng's face became even uglier.

"Can such a small house be called a temple? It's a bit far-fetched.

In the entire Tianfu Pavilion, the most dilapidated and smallest building is probably the Spirit Talisman Hall in front of you. "

While Xue Leng was complaining secretly, Han Ming on the side was a master who couldn't hold his breath, and immediately cursed angrily:

"Could it be that the people in Tianfu Pavilion are idiots?

I don't know what I was thinking, but I built the place to eat like a palace, but I made this hall of talismans like a hut!
You said that a hut is just a hut, at least you should hang the sign of the hut properly! "

"Brother, do you see what I said?"

Immediately, he pointed to the crooked plaque on the gate of the Spirit Talisman Hall, full of malice.

"Okay, junior brother, don't say any more, if these words are heard by caring people, I'm afraid it will be a lot of trouble."

Seeing Han Ming's performance, a black line instantly appeared on Xue Leng's forehead.

Fortunately, I was very determined, and when I saw no one around, I immediately dragged Han Ming into the Hall of Spirit Talismans.

As soon as the two of them walked away, there was a ripple-like distortion in the void at the entrance of the temple.

Immediately, a middle-aged man with yellowish hair in a black and white Taoist robe appeared on the ground with his hand stroking his beard, and looked up at the plaque on the door beam.

"The rebellious little guy actually scolded the patriarch, hehe, but this kid has a good eye, the plaque is indeed a little crooked..."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand towards the plaque at the entrance of the Spirit Talisman Hall.

A breeze blew by in an instant, and the plaque, which was still a little crumbling, became extremely upright in an instant.

And the entrance of the Hall of Spirit Talismans, after the middle-aged Taoist left, calmed down again.

"I don't know what the main business of this Spirit Talisman Palace is?"

Seeing the busy figures in the hall, Xue Leng frowned slightly, feeling a little troubled in his heart.

After hesitating for a while, he cupped his fists and said to a long-faced monk who was closer to him:
"Excuse me, brother, we have been notified to come to the Hall of Talismans to report. I don't know which uncle is in charge of this place. Please give me some pointers."

The long-faced monk who was being questioned by Xue Leng was concentrating on drawing a first-order talisman.

When the work was interrupted, the paintbrush in his hand shook slightly, and the unfinished talisman immediately ignited a wisp of green smoke, declaring a failure.

Frowning, the long-faced monk raised his head, glared at the two of them unkindly, and then said impatiently:
"Go straight, go to the back hall, and find Uncle Fang, he is the head of the Spirit Talisman Hall."

After throwing this sentence angrily, he picked up another blank talisman paper, bowed his head and started to draw again.

"Thank you, brother."

Xue Leng nodded apologetically, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he found Han Ming beside him staring at a pile of invalid talisman papers.

After thinking for a few breaths, Xue Leng took back the steps he had just taken.

He casually picked up a failed talisman from the pile of waste paper, and observed it thoughtfully.

In just a short while, the long-faced monk unexpectedly failed again, and angrily threw the talisman paper into the waste paper pile.

I just wanted to start over with another one, but found that the two guys didn't leave, and kept looking at the paper talisman that I failed to draw.

He couldn't bear the chest fire, and immediately reprimanded sharply:
"Didn't I tell you? Why don't you leave? Could it be that you want to see my jokes?"

　Gentlemen readers, kneel down and beg to continue reading (There was a loud plop, "click", and a crisp bone cracking sound suddenly sounded, but Gan Laomo didn't take it seriously at all.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)