Daoying

Chapter 23 Crossing the Red Line
After swallowing the Perfect Grade Taiqing Pill, Xie Huan closed his eyes, sat cross-legged in the formation, and carefully felt the feeling.

A stream of extremely pure spiritual power spread out instantly, as if it was directly integrated into one's internal organs, the eight meridians.

This feeling of complete absorption, without any blockage.

Xie Huan circulated the Longevity Formula and slowly digested the power of the medicine.

After another half a year, a certain day.

Xie Huan's body trembled slightly, and the mirror-smooth protective light suddenly resembled a wrinkled pool of water, rippling and rippling a few times, and all of it was sucked into the body.

He opened his eyes slightly, shooting two sharp gazes.

The mana in the body became stronger in an instant, the meridians were forcibly stretched, and a more powerful feeling came to the heart.

He knew he had broken through.

The first red line, which I was worried about, only took half a year under the action of a large number of elixirs and perfect grade Taiqing elixirs.

The mana in the mid-stage of Qi refining is flowing through the whole body, even the face has a strong sense of Qi, and the face is undergoing subtle changes.

The so-called face is born from the heart, the original appearance and temperament are left by the original owner. After Xie Huan was reborn, his face actually changed subtly.

This breakthrough has brought about brand-new changes in the senses. Although it is still this face, compared to the original owner's nervousness, inferiority, anxiety, and cowardice, it has now become sunny and resolute, with a kind of self-confidence and calmness from the bottom of the heart. .

Moreover, there have been substantial changes in the subtleties of the facial features, which are more distinct, handsome and energetic.

Xie Huan smiled slightly, changed his hands and made a seal, and continued to sit cross-legged in the formation, stabilizing his mana.

Just broke through, the realm and mana are not stable, need to be consolidated.

……

Among the mountains of Luoxia Island, there is a clean and elegant villa with strong aura, surrounded by crisp bamboo forests, which is integrated with the surrounding environment.

In the meeting hall of the mountain villa, Xiao Ping and Mr. Fan were standing with their arms crossed. An old man in a yellow robe sat on top of him. His silver hair was like silk, his eyes were hale and hearty, and his face was thin and long, revealing a faint coercion.

Facing the old man, Xiao Ping respectfully reported: "As of yesterday, the number of monks remaining on the island has exceeded 6000, and the Lingqi residence is still vacant except for some private ones, which have all been rented out. All rented out, about a thousand monks have nowhere to stay, wandering around the island every day, and the number of monks pouring into the island is still increasing.

"For this reason, some monks actually took advantage of the opportunity to make money by selling rental quotas, increasing the price by ten times. There are also a lot of information asking for joint renting, which are posted everywhere. Some female cultivators do not hesitate to marry male cultivators to have a stable cultivation residence live together.

"The security problem on the island is becoming more and more serious. Yesterday, the law enforcement team dealt with 240 conflicts, 59 people were killed and countless were injured.

"But this is not the most important thing. According to monitoring, the burden on the Xuanyuan Lishui formation under the island has increased, and the consumption of spiritual stones has increased by 30.00% yesterday. If it continues to operate like this, the seabed spiritual veins may not be able to support it. High-level sea beasts began to appear in the nearby waters."

After Xiao Ping finished his report, he stood aside respectfully.

After hearing this, the old man in yellow robe didn't show any expression. He just picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said lightly, "Then what do you think we should do well?"

His gaze was like a deep lake, and he looked at Xiao Ping, as if he wanted to consider this newly promoted junior who established the foundation.

Xiao Ping trembled in his heart, and he was prepared for a long time, bowing back and saying: "If the spiritual vein is damaged, it will not only affect the long-term stability of Luoxia Island's spiritual energy, but also make the beast tide come earlier. I don't think it is appropriate to accept new monks. It is recommended that the entrance to the island be closed."

"Sealing the island is a big deal, what does Mr. Fan think about it?"

The old man in yellow robe looked at Xiao Ping's side again, the peaceful old man.

Mr. Fan said unhurriedly: "Six thousand monks, this number is indeed terrifying, exceeding the upper limit of the island's capacity. If something unexpected happens, we may not be able to control it."

His tone seemed to mean something, and there was something in his words.

The old man in yellow robe heard the taste, his eyes narrowed slightly, and asked: "Do you think that island-slaying madman will appear again?"

Mr. Fan replied: "It is very likely that this incident was done by the alliance of five factions. These young people will do anything for the sake of profit, and there is no guarantee that it will not happen again."

"You mean, they came here for the suzerain's deadline?" The yellow-robed old man directly clarified his words.

Mr. Fan frowned, but he returned to normal in an instant, while Xiao Ping shook his body and lowered his head slightly.

Although the matter of the suzerain's death limit was being circulated in private, the island's officials have always refuted the rumors. Although Xiao Ping knew that the matter was probably true, he was shocked when he said it directly from the mouth of the yellow-robed old man.

"It should be that they didn't dare to directly attack the main island of Tianlei, so they made troubles on the remaining islands. Luoxia Island is the second largest island of Tianlei Sect, and it is undoubtedly the best target."

Mr. Fan's tone was a little heavy, he paused, and then added: "As far as I know, the Xuanyin Sect's evil method Wanhun Banner requires a large number of monks' souls and blood essence, and they can kill two birds with one stone."

The old man in the yellow robe didn't say anything, but stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the hall, thinking about something, his brows were tightly furrowed.

The two waited for a long time, and seeing that he was silent, Mr. Fan couldn't help calling out: "Island owner?"

The old man in the yellow robe is the owner of Luoxia Island, a high-ranking member of Tianlei Sect, and Wei Daying, who is known as the number one monk on Luoxia Island.

"Oh."

Only then did Wei Daying come to his senses, and waved his hand: "The matter of the monks is easy to handle, declare the island into a state of emergency, organize all the monks into the escort team, and let them clear the sea obstacles. The monks themselves are the greatest resources. We Is there any reason to refuse it? Besides, judging from the time and signs, the beast horde is indeed coming soon, and it is time to employ people."

"I'm afraid they won't be willing to incorporate them into the guard team?" Mr. Fan said with some worry.

"Then let them be willing."

Wei Daying smiled softly: "There are many ways, Xiao Ping, I will leave this matter to you. In short, we will accept as many monks as you come. Luoxia Island is the most important island of Tianlei Sect, and there is no room for mistakes. .”

"Yes!"

Xiao Ping hastily accepted the order, exchanged glances with Mr. Fan, and then retreated respectfully.

After the two left, Wei Daying stood alone in the middle of the hall, his eyes became a little erratic, he slowly closed his eyes, his brows were still tightly locked.

Suddenly a woman's voice came: "Are you worried that the island-slaying madman is here for the limit of healing?"

"If it's for the limit, I'm not worried."

Wei Daying opened his eyes, took out a jade bottle, and unplugged it, a faint gas escaped from it.

There was a sniffing sound in the air.

Suddenly, the woman's voice was trembling, and she exclaimed, "Death Corpse Qi!"

The space in the hall twisted slightly, and under the blur, a woman with a strange figure appeared in the hall.

Her hair turned out to be rippling green, and there were some pattern-like scales on her neck. She had a tall nose bridge, slender eyebrows, bronze skin, a protruding chest and a slender waistline, outlining a seductive curve.

The woman looked at the jade bottle in Wei Daying's hand, with fear in her eyes.

"This is collected on Wangshu Island. You should still remember that incident 300 years ago."

Wei Daying said with a solemn expression.

"Have you reported this to Yu Hexu?" The woman nodded and asked with a complicated expression.

"of course not."

Wei Daying capped the jade bottle, and said meaningfully: "The suzerain is in retreat, at a critical moment, how can we disturb it?"

"What are you going to do with it?"

A layer of water emerged from the woman's body, her long green hair floated slowly behind her, and blisters spit out from the corners of her mouth.

Wei Daying's expression became serious: "I thought this would be the end of my life, but I didn't expect the dawn to reappear. Is it because God has pity on my unremitting efforts over the years and never gave up? You should be very clear about what I want to do."

The woman's expression moved slightly, and suddenly she smiled with bright eyes, with an indescribable charm: "If you can get the chance, you will have a boat ticket to the inner sea, and the road ahead of you and me will become more and more beautiful." Much more interesting."

After finishing speaking, the water element on her body became thick and active, "bubbling" around her whole body, turning into a huge water bubble, then blurred, and disappeared into the hall.

Wei Daying clenched his fists tightly, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes: "When misfortune comes, blessings depend on it, and blessings come when misfortune lies, destiny is in your own hands!"

"boom!"

The jade bottle in his hand was crushed to pieces.

His figure flickered and disappeared into the hall.

……

In the humble house, Xie Huan didn't know that the first-class aura room he rented had been overturned ten times, and he was concentrating on refining the Bingya Sword.

More than half a year had passed since his breakthrough, and after stabilizing his mana, he began to refine the sword.

Melting a large amount of purchased materials with will-o'-the-wisps and adding them to the sword body also exercised the control of the will-o'-the-wisps.

What is sealed in Xie Huan's soul is just a projection of a ghostly ghost fire, and for Xie Huan to smelt materials, he only needs to project this projection a second time, and the materials will be melted instantly.

The whole tempering process was very smooth, and it took about three months. A clear and ethereal sword sound sounded in the secret room.

Xie Huan raised the air a bit, and a light blue bronze sword was suspended in front of him. A row of snowflake-like frost patterns appeared on it, flashing disillusionment.

Those seven characters "are already a cliff of hundreds of feet of ice", under the blue light, the deep sky is dark and bright, revealing a heroic spirit.

He held it in his hand and performed a Frost Moon Sword Art. In an instant, the temperature in the secret room dropped to the extreme, and a moon phase exuded a misty brilliance, hanging high above the sword tip.

Satisfied, Xie Huan collected the sword formula and the sword, left the secret room, and ended the retreat.

This time, he retreated for two years, completed the goal of breaking through the red line and tempering the ice cliff sword, and also discovered the great effect of the true nature, which benefited a lot.

Correspondingly, the resources for retreat preparations were also exhausted, and he basically returned to the state of pauper.

Going to make money again.

And with the way to make perfect pills, making money is more important than ever. As long as you have money, you can return to Huashen just around the corner.

Xie Huan took out the nameplate, and there was a lot of information flowing on it, all of which were from the "Luoxia Island Waiting for the Rich Alliance". Ning Jiujiu and Langhai's team were silent, and there was another message, which was actually sent by Zhang Ping, it was just a simple Two words: "Are you there?" The time was also a year ago.

Are you asking me out for tea?
Xie Huan naturally didn't bother to return to her, so he clicked on "Luoxia Island Waiting for the Rich Alliance" and browsed all the information.

Can't help being a little stunned.

It basically contains advertisements about leasing, subletting, and co-renting, as well as various information about beast tides.

"Beast tide?"

Xie Huan browsed forward to the top, and there were only one hundred messages in total. This is the maximum amount of information that a group can store. If more than one hundred messages are found, the previous ones will be deleted automatically.

"The island is full of monks, but the aura is not enough. Half a year ago, sea beasts actually started to encircle the island. It's interesting."

After Xie Huan finished reading, he had a certain understanding of the current situation, but there was no news about the island-slaying maniac.

"In two years, has the island-slaughter madman not appeared again? If this matter is depressed, it is naturally the best, I'm afraid I'm thinking too much."

Xie Huan was puzzled, put away the nameplate, left the abode, and headed towards Dao Si.

(End of this chapter)