Cultivation Of Immortality: Double Cultivation With Thousand Times Experience

The morning of the Four Saints Sect is like an elegant and solemn picture. The sun penetrates the clouds and falls on the towering Four Holy Pagodas, resplendent in gold and green, reflecting a sacred and inviolable brilliance.

Under the tower, Elder Huang was dressed in a green robe, with a head full of white hair, which made him look even more hale and hearty. With a solemn look on his face, he bowed deeply to the towering Four Holy Pagodas, and his words revealed calmness and perseverance:

"Sect Master, Qu Xing and his party have been successfully found and captured by us. They are now being escorted back to the sect, waiting for your decision."

In the Four Saints Tower, as if in response to his report, a surprised but slightly majestic voice came:

"Oh? We found them so quickly?" Although the voice was inside the tower, it was like thunder and clearly spread throughout the square.

In an instant, the space fluctuated and distorted, and two figures suddenly appeared in front of Elder Huang, it was Jì Hou and Yuan Zhihong.

Jì Hou's face was calm, with a deep and wise light shining in his eyes, while Yuan Zhihong cuddled tightly beside him, and the tight grip in her hands revealed her inner excitement and expectation. Soon, she would be able to learn from Qu Xing He learned the truth about his parents' disappearance for many years.

"Take me to see it." Jì Hou's words were brief and powerful, but full of determination.

Elder Huang immediately accepted the order, his body turned into a streak of light, and he galloped away in one direction. Jì Hou followed closely with Yuan Zhihong, their clothes fluttering, like immortals coming to the mortal world.

Soon, the three of them landed in a wide square, surrounded by disciples of the Four Holy Sects.

Seeing the sect master arriving in person, all the disciples immediately bowed and saluted in unison, shouting loudly and passionately, "See you, sect master!"

This majestic salute seemed to shake the world.

Jì Hou smiled slightly, his eyes swept across the crowd, and a gentle force quietly emerged from his hands, gently lifting up the disciples who were bowing respectfully.

He said softly: "Good morning, comrades, I'd like to trouble you all about Qu Xing."

677’s words were full of care and respect for his disciples. Such an approachable sect leader made every disciple present feel encouraged and enthusiastic. They responded in unison: “It is our honor to serve the sect!”

Master Jì Hou smiled slightly, that smile was like the spring breeze blowing on his face, gentle yet majestic.

His words rang out softly in the crowd, like a stone thrown on a calm lake, instantly breaking the noise and tension around him. "Okay everyone, let's see where we are now.

The crowd retreated to both sides after hearing the sound, and a passage naturally opened like a tide, revealing the core figure surrounded by the crowd.

Lying on the ground were Qu Xing and his subordinate Zhao San. The two of them looked miserable, with bruises on their noses and swollen faces. It was obvious that they had been beaten again after they came back.

Opposite them were two monks with outstanding merits: one was wearing a noble green shirt, with a slender figure and outstanding temperament. He was none other than Brother Gao Yuan; the other was as majestic as a mountain, with kinked muscles and a look of resoluteness on his face. , it is Brother Wu Yi.

The two of them were the heroes who successfully found and captured Qu Xing.

Seeing Sect Master Jì Hou walking slowly, Gao Yuan and Wu Yi immediately put away their usual proud and heroic demeanor and bowed their hands respectfully, "Gao Yuan/Wu Yi, I have met the Sect Master!"

Master Jì Hou responded with a smile, his eyes showing praise and commendation, "You two are very polite. Thank you for your great contribution to our Four Sacred Sect. This is the reward I promised you in advance."

As he spoke, he took out two exquisite storage bags from his sleeves and handed them to Gao Yuan and Wu Yi respectively. The storage bag not only contained five extremely precious foundation-building pills, but also contained three hundred thousand spiritual stones that would make any monk jealous.

Gao Yuan and Wu Yi took the storage bags, their faces filled with unconcealable excitement and joy.

They didn't even count the numbers in public, and just put the storage bags into their arms. This trust comes from the supreme admiration for Master Jì Hou and the trust in his personality.

You know, this is a valuable resource that can greatly enhance the strength of their family and cultivate more foundation-building monks. The prosperity and rise of the family may be today!

Seeing this, Jì Hou Sect Master smiled and joked: "You two, why don't you even count? If you leave the gate of the Four Sacred Sect, I won't admit it if you say you are missing."

Hearing this, Wu Yi laughed heartily, and his heroic voice echoed in the air, "Haha, Master, you are so humorous. A Yuanying Master like you naturally regards these resources as floating clouds, so how can you give less?" How about our share?"

Gao Yuan also smiled softly, his eyes shining with wisdom, and it was obvious that he deeply believed in it.

After hearing this, Jì Hou also laughed. The laughter was loud and contagious, "Haha, that's well said. What you said is absolutely true."

This scene made the whole scene instantly joyful, full of harmony and joy.

After a while, Gao Yuan and Wu Yi said goodbye to Sect Master Jì Hou. Sect Master Jì Hou nodded, and the two left the Four Saints Sect with great joy, returning to their respective families with a huge amount of resources to embark on a new journey. .

After the two left, Jì Hou's eyes were as cold as ice, like a sharp sword piercing straight towards Qu Xing and Zhao San, whose limbs were twisted and whose cultivation was sealed. His originally gentle gaze now became as cold as the abyss.

He casually waved his sleeves, and an invisible force pulled Qu Xing in front of him. His big hands covered Qu Xing's head like iron pincers, and he used the soul-searching technique without hesitation.

Jì Hou knows very well that for a sinful person, the answer may only be a lie. Only by going directly into the depths of his memory can he find the truth.

Under the oppression of Jì Hou's terrifying cultivation level, hundreds of years of life experience unfolded before his eyes like a scroll.

Although the process was cruel and cold, Jì Hou still found the answer he had always wanted to find from these complicated memories. However, this answer made his expression suddenly change.

After confirming that he had obtained the required information, Jì Hou threw aside Qu Xing, who was unconscious after the soul-searching operation, like a useless thing, and then turned to look at his Taoist companion Yuan Zhihong.

His eyes were complicated and intertwined, and he finally decided to tell her everything in the most frank way: "Hong'er, I saw in Qu Xing's memory that your parents were hunted to the edge of the abyss, and when they had no choice, they chose to join hands. Jumping into the abyss...I'm afraid...the possibility of survival is slim."

When Yuan Zhihong heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue, and her whole body was frozen there instantly, with shock and grief written on her face. Jì Hou was heartbroken when he saw this. He hugged her distressedly and patted her back gently, trying to give her some comfort.

Tianyuan, that is a huge abyss that spans the entire world of cultivation. It is extremely deep. Once you fall into it, the chance of survival is almost zero.

This cruel fact was unacceptable to Yuan Zhihong. Her tears rolled down like broken pearls. She buried her face in Jì Hou's chest and burst into tears.

Jì Hou's face became more and more gloomy. His eyes were like a torch, and he scanned the surrounding sect disciples. His voice was cold and decisive: "Comrades, is there anyone who is proficient in the method of punishment? I will make these two people suffer so much that they will not survive. Please You can’t die!”

When the disciples heard this, they all expressed embarrassment. They were busy practicing on weekdays and did not do much research on these side arts.

Just when everyone was silent, a Qi-training disciple of the Xuanwu lineage suddenly responded loudly: "Sect Master, my senior brother is the deacon of the Punishment Hall, and he is quite accomplished in the art of punishment!"

Jì Hou's eyes instantly locked on this disciple, and realized that although he was only in the Qi training stage, he was very brave, so he asked: "Where is your senior brother now?"

The disciple answered without hesitation: "Sect Master, my senior brother must be studying new torture instruments in the Punishment Hall at this time. It only takes a moment, and I will invite him to come and relieve the Sect Master's worries."

Jì Hou smiled slightly, and casually threw this disciple a bottle of elixir that could greatly increase the speed of Qi training as a reward, and returned quickly. "

After receiving such a precious elixir, the disciple's face was full of excitement, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he responded loudly: "Okay!" Then he quickly left, leaving only a speeding figure.

Before the stick of incense had burned out, the disciple had already returned quickly with an old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. The old man's eyes were as deep as abyss, as if they contained wisdom and ruthlessness accumulated over countless years.

"Sect Master, this is my senior brother Xu Zhixia." The disciple introduced respectfully, with a playful smile on his face.

"He has studied the art of punishment all his life. No matter what kind of pain or torture, he can do it with ease and will definitely satisfy the sect leader's requirements."

Jì Hou nodded slightly and his eyes fell on the old man named Xu Zhixia. Xu Zhixia did not hesitate, walked forward slowly, and bowed deeply to Jì Hou: "See the sect master, I wonder what important matters the sect master summoned me to discuss this time?"

Jì Hou pointed to the half-dead body on the ground, with a stern look on his face: "I want this person to be unable to survive or die. Do you have this method?"

As he spoke, a fierce murderous intention spread like substance.

Xu Zhixia's eyes swept over Qu Xing, and after pondering for a moment, he asked: "What does the sect leader mean, no matter what means, just to achieve the ultimate pain?"

Jì Hou responded coldly: "No limit to the means!"

Hearing this, Xu Zhixia's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he nodded and said: "It's easy. I have a bone evisceration method that can peel off every inch of flesh and blood on his body, while ensuring that he remains awake at all times, enduring endless pain but still Unable to die.”

However, Jì Hou was not satisfied with this. Although this method of deboning was cruel, it was not as good as the punishment of Ling Chi in the world. Seeing Jì Hou shaking his head, Xu Zhixia proposed another more sinister punishment:

"I also have a way to implant a Gu worm in his body. As the Gu worm grows, it will gradually devour his flesh and blood, leaving him struggling in endless pain, but still unable to escape."

Jì Hou still shook his head, seeming to think that these were too limited to physical torture, so Xu Zhixia suggested again: "In addition, I also master a spiritual level of Xing Er dream weaving. I can make him fall into a deep sleep, and in In his dream, he builds a happy family.

"Kind parents, gentle wife, filial children... Then, when he was deeply intoxicated, all the good things were destroyed in an instant, making him watch his relatives being killed, his wife and daughter being insulted, and finally destroying him. He breaks his limbs and abandons them in the wilderness to fend for himself. In this way, he will spend his days in endless despair and pain."

When the surrounding disciples heard these gruesome punishments, chills ran down their spines. They all thought that if they were to endure such torture, it would be better to die immediately.

Even Jì Hou himself couldn't help but shuddered after hearing the dream and hallucination described by Xu Zhixia, and an indescribable fear surged in his heart.

However, Jì Hou finally strengthened his determination, nodded and said, "Okay, let's use these three punishments on him together."

Hearing this, Xu Zhixia frowned slightly: "Sect Master, if the three punishments are applied at the same time, it will be a bit troublesome to operate."

Jì Hou smiled lightly, took out a storage bag and handed it to him.

Xu Zhixia took the storage bag and opened it, and her eyes suddenly lit up, with a smile on her face: "Sect Master, please rest assured, I will definitely implement these three punishments on him one by one, so that he can experience endless suffering."

"In that case, take them down." Jì Hou waved his hand.

Xu Zhixia showed a terrifying smile, picked up the unconscious Qu Xing and Zhao San, who had completely collapsed, and left slowly. .