From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

The strong wind blew on Jiang Zheng's face. He really wanted to fly, but he couldn't break free.

Soon, he saw the true face of Mount Lu.

The Jindan Blood Corpse carried him to a secret rift valley, which did not seem to be formed naturally.

As if it was split by a great force, what made Jiang Zheng's scalp tingle was that the ravine below was densely packed with bloody corpses.

He was shocked.

So many bloody corpses?!

Why has no one discovered it before, and no one has ever mentioned it before the hunt? !

If all these blood corpses run away, how many cultivators in the entire Blood Evil Land will survive?

One or two?

Before he could think any more, the Golden Core Blood Corpse carried him to the end of the ravine.

"Dude, slow down!"

Jiang Zheng was thrown to the ground, and even a clay Buddha would still be a little angry.

The Jindan Blood Corpse had empty eyes as it pointed at the tall stone seat in front of it.

Jiang Zheng followed his gaze, looking puzzled.

"Nothing? What on earth do you want from me, old man?"

The stone seat was empty, with nothing on it. He looked back at the bloody corpse and was about to collapse.

The blood corpse said nothing and just stared at the stone seat. Jiang Zheng had no choice but to look back again.

So scared!

At some point, an old man appeared on the stone seat, looking at him with a smile.

But in Jiang Zheng's eyes, this smile was particularly creepy!

The aura emanating from the old man was unfathomable, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was terrifying.

Compared to the golden elixir blood corpse beside him, it was like an abyss.

The difference is that the old man does not seem to be a blood corpse, but more like a normal person, but his body exudes a strong blood evil, and his aura is even colder than the magic flag.

"Pre-Senior!"

Jiang Zheng hurriedly bowed, being careful in his words and actions.

"Haha, there's no need to be so reserved, little friend."

The old man smiled and said, ignoring the terrifying aura and the cold and bloody murderous look on his body, he really looked like a kind old man.

He then asked, "Where did you learn from?"

"I am a junior disciple of Lingxi Sect," Jiang Zheng answered respectfully, calling out to Kong Qing frantically in his heart, asking about his strength.

"Half a step to the Nascent Soul, but with a bloody body that can rival a genuine Nascent Soul"

That’s the Nascent Soul!

Hearing this, his eyes darkened and he couldn't help but worry about his future fate.

Why would I encounter such a terrifying person when I am participating in a hunt? !

Why does he always happen to be the one in all the bad things? ! !

"I am your ancestor," the old man said with a smile.

???

Jiang Zheng raised his head, thinking he had heard it wrong!

What do you mean? You are awesome, but don't curse me!

"Haha..." The old man laughed, thinking that Jiang Zheng was shocked by his identity, and then said loudly: "I am Xiao Qiuhe"

Xiaoqiu River?

Jiang Zheng looked confused. The surname Xiao...how could it be his ancestor?

He looked at the old man eagerly.

"This old man is Xiao Qiuhe!"

Seeing Jiang Zheng's confused eyes, he thought he didn't hear clearly, so he raised his voice again.

"Yes, I'm sorry, senior. I'm Jiang Zheng, my last name is Jiang."

Jiang Zheng bowed cautiously.

"No, this old man is Xiao Qiuhe. Have you never heard of my name?"

Xiao Qiuhe was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

As the founder of Lingxi Sect, shouldn't the younger disciples be extremely excited and bow down to him when they see him?

What's going on? Could it be that after so many years, they have forgotten their roots?!

"This...is not the case," Jiang Zheng shook his head, his expression somewhat unnatural.

"You are a disciple of Lingxi Sect, how come you don't know my name? I am the founder of Lingxi Sect!"

He couldn't believe it.

The founder of Lingxi School!

"Disciple greets Master!" Jiang Zheng's heart was shocked and he quickly saluted.

I was extremely shocked!

The old man in front of me turned out to be the founder of Lingxi School!

Grandmaster is also an ancestor. It is not wrong to call him an ancestor. Only then did Jiang Zheng understand why the other party called himself an ancestor.

"Why don't you know my name? Doesn't the sect praise my name anymore?"

There was a hint of anger in Xiao Qiuhe's tone. He didn't expect that his name had been forgotten.

It's simply disrespecting one's teacher and ancestors!

"Ancestor, I have only been in the sect for a short time, so I don't know..."

Jiang Zheng explained truthfully.

"So that's how it is." Xiao Qiuhe's expression relaxed after hearing that. He looked at him with a slightly surprised tone.

"You have not been in the sect for long, why is your cultivation progressing so fast?"

"To the ancestor, it was all about chance", these four words explain everything.

"Haha", the other party smiled knowingly, stopped asking questions, pointed at the densely packed bloody corpses behind him and said:

"After all, they are also your ancestors."

Jiang Zheng turned his head and found a few figures that looked vaguely familiar to him.

???

Even more confused!

So the people who beat him up just now were actually his ancestors? ! !

"Junior Jiang Zheng greets all the masters!"

Although I felt aggrieved, I still treated him with courtesy, and I didn't know if it was right to address him like that.

As a scholar, you must always be polite wherever you go.

"May I ask what Master wants to see from his disciple..." Jiang Zheng couldn't help but bring the conversation back on track.

"Don't be impatient," Xiao Qiuhe interrupted him with his hands and said with a kind smile, "Would you like to hear a story?"

"Disciples are honored"

Jiang Zheng cupped his hands, and became somewhat curious. If his guess was correct, what he would hear next would be more than just a simple story.

Why is the sect's ancestor here?

Where did these bloody corpses come from?

Too many questions may be contained in the story.

Xiao Qiuhe waved his sleeves, and a cushion appeared on the ground, and Jiang Zheng sat on it.

"It's been too long since anyone has been able to talk to me. Three thousand years, or two thousand years?"

Xiao Qiuhe spoke slowly, his eyes recalling the past.

From becoming famous at a young age to returning from studying in the upper sect, he once dominated this land and was unrivalled in his glory.

The old man's voice seems to last through the years.

"When I returned home in glory, someone asked me, the world outside is so wonderful, why did I stay in this corner of the world?

Yes, the world outside is indeed wonderful. There is a world of difference between my hometown and the outside world.

Although I was doing well in the upper sect, with my cultivation level reaching half-step Yuanying, and becoming a high-ranking inner sect disciple...but my soul was drifting around, with no home, just like fallen leaves that eventually return to their roots.

Why do I want to cultivate immortality? Finally I asked myself, "

Jiang Zheng sat up straight and became serious.

"To become an immortal?" Xiao Qiuhe smiled casually, "Where are there immortals in the world? There are people beyond people, there are heavens beyond heavens, the road is ethereal, I am tired, a half-step Nascent Soul has a lifespan of 5,000 years, this does not count as becoming an immortal?"

Jiang Zheng fell into deep thought.

Yes, if one can live for 5,000 years, isn’t that what makes one an immortal? If that is not an immortal, then what is?

If there is a future, what level of cultivation will he reach?

What is Xian? What does Xian mean?

Xiao Qiuhe did not stop talking.

"The road is so vague, where does it end? What does it take to become an immortal? No one can tell for sure."

He shook his head and smiled complacently, "I have thought hard for a long time. Since the road is endless, why should I pursue it so hard? For me, turning back is immortal!"

The road is so vague, will you become an immortal if you turn back?

Jiang Zheng's eyes lit up, easy solution!

"Looking back is an immortal? Hahaha... Wonderful, wonderful!" Even Kong Qing couldn't help but exclaim in his mind.

It turns out that not every cultivator in the world seeks to become an immortal, and the path to enlightenment is vague.

Look back, you are your own immortal!

"I returned to my hometown and found a blessed place with a few good friends. We founded a sect and named it Lingxi, which was also a tribute to my master. With my cultivation level of half-step Nascent Soul, I became very famous in this remote place!"

Speaking of this, the old man's face was full of vigor and vitality.

“I thought I could live the rest of my life in peace, and if I take one more step, I can achieve Nascent Soul, but… an uninvited guest has come to this land!

Those were terrible times..."

Xiao Qiuhe closed his eyes, his thoughts crossed the long river of time, and slowly revealed that hideous period of time.

This land is called [Anzhou].

Although it is located in a remote area, three thousand years ago, it was home to many sects and was thriving.

But the peace was finally broken, as war and disaster landed in the north of Anzhou and swept across madly.

Countless foreign monks passed through like a swarm of locusts.

They attacked the sect and killed anyone they saw with brutal methods.

They were a group of stray dogs, bringing blood and disaster to this land.

The monks in Anzhou were extremely furious. All sects united and rushed to the northern part of Anzhou as quickly as possible.

When our homeland is in trouble, the monks have a responsibility!

Sacrifice your life and face death with courage!

The two huge monsters collided with each other, and the blood flowed like a river!

There is no coward in Anzhou!

For a moment, most of Anzhou was empty, with only ordinary people left!