Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

I practiced in the house all night.

Wait until the next morning.

The young man with a broken arm slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of light burst out. The acupuncture points on his body overflowed with spiritual energy, penetrating his meridians, and his aura was rising steadily, and his whole person was full of strength.

"Breaking through the Qi training realm!"

"It's really not easy. If I didn't have the Qi Nourishing Pill given by Guanshi, I would have to practice for another half a year on my own before I can break through."

The young man with the broken arm tried to use spiritual energy to wrap his fist, and punched the wall, leaving a dented fist mark.

Immediately afterwards, he circulated spiritual energy and injected it into his legs. He easily jumped up to a height of ten feet.

"My physical fitness has improved by several levels when I was able to circulate my spiritual energy on my own."

"Compared to before, I can defeat a worldly martial arts master with one punch."

The young man with a broken arm felt the spiritual energy flowing in his body, and his mood seemed very exciting.

Thinking back to last night, he was still an ordinary person.

But at this moment, he has become a monk in the Qi training realm, and his identity has undergone a huge change.

"Once you step into the first level of the Qi Training Realm, you can officially enter the Qianyan Sect to seek immortality and art, and become an ordinary disciple."

The young man with a broken arm adjusted his clothes, calmed down a little, turned around and walked out of the house.

While walking.

The young man with a broken arm lowered his voice and asked: "I have broken through to the realm of Qi training, what do you want me to do for you next?"

It looked like he was talking to himself.

Actually it's for the hoarse voice.

The young man with a broken arm broke through to the realm of Qi training, but always felt like he was enveloped in a dark shadow.

Although his spiritual sense could not detect the specific location of the black shadow, judging from his previous experience, the black shadow was obviously related to the hoarse voice, and it was estimated that it was nearby.

Therefore, the young man with a broken arm directly asked.

"Jie Jie Jie, there's no hurry for now. You go to the Internal Affairs Hall to get your identity token first!"

"When you get the token, I'll tell you what you need to do!"

The young man with a broken arm couldn't help but frown when he heard this, but in a flash he thought that he had broken through the realm and was going to the Internal Affairs Hall, so he calmed down his emotions and walked forward.

Go straight along the mountain road.

The young man with a broken arm walked for about three quarters of an hour and arrived at the Internal Affairs Hall located southwest of Qianyan Gate.

As the largest hall in the sect.

The Internal Affairs Hall occupies a small half of the southwest mountains, about hundreds of square kilometers. Viewed from a high altitude, it is dotted with high-rise buildings, splendid palaces, towers in the clouds and other buildings.

There are many towering peaks, lingering white mist, gorgeous auspicious clouds floating in the sky, cranes and birds, and rainbows passing through the sun, and figures walking back and forth here.

If someone who doesn’t know comes here.

You may also think that this is the Immortal Family Cave, but in fact this is an area where sect disciples deal with trivial matters.

The young man with a broken arm had just arrived here and was about to go in when he met a senior brother with a sinister look on his face.

When the senior brother saw the young man with a broken arm, he was slightly startled, then became furious, walked straight over, and asked sternly:

"Fang Yuan! What did you do yesterday? Why didn't you come to the handyman hall to do some work? Are you itchy?"

The stern-looking senior brother spoke rudely and looked annoyed, as if he was scolding a slave.

The young man with a broken arm was very unhappy when he heard this, but he still suppressed his words and said: "Reply to my senior brother, I broke through the realm yesterday! Now I have broken through to the realm of Qi training, and I am no longer a handyman disciple!"

"Oh? Can you break through the realm of Qi training?"

The stern-looking senior brother seemed a little disbelieving, but after his running spiritual sense swept across the young man with the broken arm, his expression couldn't help but become unhappy.

"A guy like you can break through the realm of Qi training. It's really bad luck. Another handyman is missing from the job."

The stern-looking senior brother glanced at the young man with a broken arm, looked unhappy, snorted coldly, and left.

Dogs look down upon people!

Watching the stern-looking senior brother walking away, the young man with the broken arm looked angry and very unhappy.

Obviously, the senior brother's words just now irritated him and made him very angry.

And just when he was angry, a faint red aura emerged from his back.

Because this breath was too subtle and was intentionally covered up, the young man with the broken arm did not notice it.

As this breath emerged, it merged into the space next to it in an instant.

As the red air dissipated, a figure with a vaguely horned head flashed past.

The young man with the broken arm did not even notice this scene.

He calmed down, walked into the Internal Affairs Hall, and scanned the scene inside. There was an endless stream of monks passing by, and the atmosphere seemed lively.

"Huh, come here again, I'm already a disciple of the first level of Qi training realm, I don't need to be looked down upon anymore!"

The young man with the broken arm showed a faint smile, then found a direction and walked straight over.

"This senior brother, Fang Yuan, a member of Fengyang's Fang family, broke through the realm last night and came to replace his identity token."

The young man with a broken arm walked up to the disciple who was managing the registration, took out his token, and handed it over.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Internal Affairs Hall looked at the Blood Skull Tower token that the young man with a broken arm took out, then turned around and took out a dark red book of names.

In the famous book, he found a portrait of a young man with a broken arm and carefully compared it.

"The portrait is correct. The breath is at the first level of Qi training realm."

The disciple of the Internal Affairs Hall took out the ancient mirror magic weapon, and used the spiritual light to sweep over the whole body of the young man with the broken arm. After confirming that there was no problem, he took out an ordinary disciple's token and handed it over.

"If you break through the Qi training realm within one year, you no longer need to go to the Blood Skull Tower. From now on, you can practice normally in the sect."

"Take this token and go to the innermost private room on the third floor later to collect the disciple's clothes."

While the disciple of the Internal Affairs Hall was talking, he handed over another book as thin as a cicada's wings and continued:

"For the disciples who have just broken through to the first level of Qi training, the sect will provide you with some free jobs to earn training resources. The specific contents are in the book. You can take it back and read it slowly."

"If you choose the job you like, just go to the fourth floor and sign the spiritual contract."

oh? Also providing errands?
Hearing this, the young man with a broken arm took the book and glanced at it briefly, then put the book into his pocket. He didn't rush to read it, but turned around and went to the third floor.

As the saying goes: Women are afraid of marrying the wrong man, and men are afraid of getting into the wrong profession.

The errands provided by Qianyan Sect have different responsibilities, different salaries, different development prospects, and different benefits.

The young man with a broken arm planned to take away the clothes of ordinary disciples, then go back and read the contents of the books slowly, carefully choosing a suitable errand.

Unexpectedly, I just walked up to the third floor.

He was about to go to the innermost private room when he suddenly saw a group of disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall coming in from downstairs.

Wearing black clothes, they walked up to the disciples who managed the roster with an imposing manner. After some conversation, they got several rosters, including the dark red Blood Skull Tower roster.

Under the watchful eyes of the young man with a broken arm.

This group of law enforcement hall disciples directly arrested people, and all monks with lower realms were gathered together.

They compared the rosters and selected the monks one by one, but they were sent directly to the Blood Skull Tower.

Through observation, it was found that the disciples arrested by this group of law enforcement hall disciples were all monks with a lower level.

"How is this going?"

The young man with a broken arm looked stunned when he saw this scene. In a blink of an eye, he saw several law enforcement hall disciples dressed in black walking in.

"Fang Yuan, just broke through the first level of Qi training realm? Come together!"

A black-clad law enforcement disciple directly dragged the young man with a broken arm down the pavilion.

"Senior brother, I don't know what this means?" The young man with the broken arm was a little confused and asked subconsciously.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. The sect has a secret mission for you!"

The disciple in black said something vague and asked the young man with the broken arm to stay with the other captured disciples.

Not a moment.

The disciples in black captured dozens of disciples and took them to the sect's Lingzhou Mountain.

"Everyone, get on the spirit boat and get ready to go to the Blood Skull Tower!"

The words of the law enforcement disciple made dozens of low-level disciples look shocked and started shouting instantly.

"According to the sect's laws, we have broken through the realm of Qi training, why do we still need to go to the Blood Skull Tower?"

Some disciples couldn't help but asked sharply.

The young man with a broken arm followed and asked questions. He had worked hard to break through the realm. He originally thought that he had escaped disaster, but despair came so suddenly that he could not accept it for a while.

He then asked angrily: "What does the sect mean by this?"

"Shut up, the sect naturally has a deep meaning in doing this. Don't ask if you shouldn't ask!"

The law enforcement disciple snorted coldly and said: "The sect master has an order. All disciples who have signed a contract with the Blood Skull Tower before, regardless of whether they have broken through the realm or not, and regardless of their realm, must go there and guard it for three years!"

"The laws have been changed. If you disobey, you will be executed without mercy!"

The law enforcement disciple's words were full of murderous intent, causing dozens of lower-level disciples to shrink their necks.

I'm not willing to give in!

The sect is trying to kill me!

The young man with a broken arm was full of anger, and for a moment he was filled with resentment and was very unhappy.

And just when he was angry, more and more red threads quietly condensed, all of which were swallowed up by the double-horned figure in the dark.

"go!"

The law enforcement disciples pushed everyone onto the spirit boat, and then signaled the disciples above to set sail.

Under his urging, the spirit boat slowly took off and headed towards the secret realm of the Blood Skull Tower.

During this process.

The young man with a broken arm became angrier as he thought about it. There was a faint flash of devilish energy in his eyes, and his whole figure seemed to have been secretly manipulated, with a vague intention of falling into the devil's way.

At dusk, the Qianyan Sect's spirit boat stopped in front of the secret realm.

Lingzhou's guarding disciples drove the young man with the broken arm and others into the secret realm of the Blood Skull Tower.

"Everyone get in there and do a good job!"

"If I can survive for three years, I will be destined to prosper if I return to the sect!"

The guard disciple said something perfunctory, then pushed the last person into the secret realm, then turned and left.

Come to the secret realm.

The young man with a broken arm and others were directly transported to a mine.

This cave seemed very spacious, and dozens of monks had already gathered inside, all wearing the Qianyan Sect's clothes. The leader of them was a stern old man.

He glanced at the cave and didn't wait for the young man with the broken arm to figure out the situation.

A hoarse voice came from my ears.

"I gave you a chance, but if you can't seize it, don't blame me!"

In the dark mine, the leader was a stern old man wearing dark red clothes.

His face was filled with furrows, and he glanced at the supervisor, who was kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy in tears, with indifferent eyes.

"Throw it into the blood skull cauldron and refine him."

The stern old man waved his hand, signaling the two rows of men in black around him to take action.

"Spare your life, sir, please spare your life!"

The head overseer of the Blood Skull Tower begged for mercy. He was so frightened that his nose and tears flowed out. He kept struggling, but finally couldn't escape the restraints. He was thrown into the giant cauldron and let out a scream.

Blazing flames burned inside the giant cauldron.

In an instant, no bones were left.

In the dimly lit cave, the Qianyan Sect monks huddled together looked stiff, not sure whether it was indifference, numbness, or sluggishness.

It seems that he has been used to this kind of scene for a long time.

However, seeing this scene, the young man with the broken arm and others turned very pale indeed.

"It's so cruel."

"A living monk disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Among the newly arrived disciples, one shrank down and hid behind the others, for fear of attracting the old man's attention.

Unfortunately his actions were unnecessary.

The cold steward glanced around, finally focusing on the erratic disciple.

But fortunately, he didn't make any unnecessary moves. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man next to him and said coldly:

"Deng Chai, next you will be the leader of the cave."

"I'll give you a month to kill 3,000 blood skeletons and refine 3,000 pieces of blood crystal ore for me."

"If you can do it, the sect will be rewarded; if you can't do it, you will die!"

After saying this, the group of monks standing next to the old man all breathed a sigh of relief, either gloating about his misfortune, or looking at him sympathetically.

"As ordered!"

The sudden loss of the important task made the middle-aged monk's mood hit rock bottom. He nodded in agreement without tears.

It was obvious that he didn't dare to resist at all, and was very afraid of losing his life on the spot.

Watching the cold steward leave with a group of subordinates.

After a while, Deng Chai's expression changed.

Some lines appeared on his face, and two horns appeared vaguely on his head. He couldn't help but cursed angrily:
"You old man who suffered a thousand cuts, in one month, I will sacrifice my life to kill three thousand blood skeletons and refine three thousand pieces of blood crystal ore for you!"

"This Qianyan Sect is really no place for humans! It looks like a serious sect on the surface, but secretly it's like a demon sect! Damn it, Sect Master!"

Deng Chai seemed to be a little crazy. After roaring and cursing, he looked at the dozens of disciples who had just arrived and couldn't help but smile ferociously.

He looked up and down at the young man with the broken arm and the others, and said ferociously: "Not bad, not bad, there are so many new people here!"

"In the next three years, I will be your leader. If you want to hang out in the Blood Skull Tower, you must obey my orders from now on. Do you understand?"

Deng Chai touched his horns and looked violent.

Looking at Deng Chai, who was mentally disturbed, the young man with a broken arm couldn't help but sigh, feeling that he was really destined to be ill-fated.

But just as he was lamenting.

The hoarse voice came again.

"It's a dead end if you stay here. Are you interested in escaping from here?"

The hoarse voice seemed to be full of temptation, making the young man with a broken arm breathe heavily.

"Nonsense, of course I want to leave here!!"

The young man with a broken arm roared inwardly.

"Very well, I will take you away, but you may destroy some of the Qianyan Sect's formation patterns along the way. This is tantamount to betraying the sect, and may even cause your sect to suffer some losses. Can you do it? "

The hoarse voice asked faintly. (End of chapter)