Immortal Palace Longevity

The monks on our side were not only stronger, but also more numerous. They were crushing the enemy from beginning to end without any accidents.

Everything went as expected.

While fighting, Liu Yu's spiritual sense was fully open, and he could see everything.

Turning his head, he saw that the fight on the other side had already ended, and they were cleaning up the battlefield with ease.

There was only one monk left from the Divine Shamen, and he had been subdued and was being tortured to death by Zhou Ziwen.

"Uh~!"

The monk from the Divine Shamen screamed miserably.

As if for revenge, Zhou Ziwen cut off the monk's five limbs and used a knife to cut off his flesh and blood bit by bit.

It was bloody and cruel, and looked shocking!

However, all the monks present were from the Holy Fire Sect, and they had an endless hatred with the Divine Shamen. Perhaps some of them had relatives and friends who died at the hands of the Divine Shamen, so they did not feel that this torture was wrong at all, but rather felt a little happy.

Liu Yu walked over and watched calmly.

Countless cultivators died directly or indirectly at his hands, so he certainly wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

Now he was acting as a casual cultivator of foundation building, so his character was naturally good, and he didn't need to make any special expressions or reactions.

"The night is long and dreams are many, so let's end it quickly."

Seeing the crazy smile on his friend's face, Tang Tianbao frowned slightly and walked over to say so.

Zhou Ziwen's face flashed with displeasure, and he looked up, but he also knew that it was not appropriate to do so now, and the Divine Shamen cultivators might come to support him at any time.

So the knife magic weapon exerted a little force, and the captive who was cut into a human stick by his subordinates was killed.

After finishing, he took out a piece of white cloth and wiped the magic weapon carefully, with a serious and calm attitude.

Liu Yu stood aside, watching this scene without saying a word.

He could feel that Zhou Ziwen's attitude seemed to have changed since Shi Renjie's death.

It seemed that he was gradually alienating Tang Tianbao, and there were differences in ideas.

Although Tang Tianbao is strong, Zhou Ziwen is also strong. He also has a top-grade spiritual weapon, but his cultivation is lower.

Compared with ordinary cultivators, both of them are very strong.

But one of them has a "bottom line" and does what he wants and doesn't do what he doesn't.

Although he is not indecisive, his style of doing things is still gentle and conservative.

In contrast, the other one seems much more radical.

After Shi Renjie's death, he has moved to an extreme and has a tendency to do anything.

Liu Yu concluded in his heart.

Although both of them are extremely strong, they are still not good enough in front of him who has cultivated three paths at the same time.

Even if his identity is exposed and he is besieged, it is still no problem to retreat unscrupulously.

In case the plan fails, it is a good choice to catch someone when he is alone and perform the soul-searching technique.

"Through observations over this period of time, the so-called "Illuminati" is just a cover. The true identity of these monks is probably the remnants of the Holy Fire Sect."

"And Tang Tianbao and the other two are the core figures of the remnants of the Holy Fire Sect."

"If you need to use a backup plan, it is best to subdue one of the three, but this is a bit difficult."

Liu Yu's thoughts flashed.

With greater strength, there are more methods to choose from, and naturally there is no need to be restrained like before.

However, Tang Tianbao and the other two are not as powerful as ordinary monks. It is easy for him to kill them, but it is not a simple matter to capture them alive.

After a few breaths, some traces that may expose their identities were wiped out under professional cleaning.

Soon, ten escape lights soared into the sky and returned to the direction of Xishafang City.

After killing seven Shenshamen monks, Tang Tianbao and others looked much more refreshed, and their spirits were not as low as when they came.

And Liu Yu killed two people in a row, and his hands were stained with the blood of Shenshamen monks, and the distance between him and the others was shortened a lot.

Foundation-building monks are not cabbages. It is impossible for the Divine Shamen to sacrifice seven foundation-building monks in one go in order to infiltrate their spies.

As for the spoils, although Liu Yu killed two people personally, there were still too many team members involved, so naturally he could not take it all by himself.

He did not care about this little property, so he readily distributed it. In the end, under the auspices of Tang Tianbao, he still got a lot of property.

In addition, the basic reward of 800 spirit stones for him to take action was already a considerable gain for ordinary monks.

Perhaps because of his strength and value, Liu Yu did not suffer any unfair treatment.

After a thousand miles of rapid travel, ten people rushed back to Xisha Market a few hours later.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, we have important matters to deal with, so let's say goodbye."

"Please keep this trip confidential, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"

Outside the market, Tang Tianbao said with a bow, saying that he had something to deal with.

"Hong knows the seriousness of the matter and will keep his mouth shut. You can rest assured."

"I understand the difficulties of fellow Daoists Tang and Zhou. Let's say goodbye now!"

"See you another day!"

Liu Yu bowed in return and said with a smile.

Perhaps because he killed the monk Shenshamen with his own hands to "prove his innocence", the few people talked happily along the way, and several members looked at him with admiration.

After all, an alchemist is also a powerful physical cultivator, and his strength is rare.

Entering the market, the ten people separated.

Liu Yu went to a teahouse alone, ordered a pot of spiritual tea worth ten spiritual stones, and sat down at a window seat, intending to find out some news.

Xishafang City is an important transportation hub, with many monks coming and going every day, so the teahouse has a good business, with an attendance rate of about 50%.

"Have you heard? A monk discovered the secret realm of the Holy Fire Sect and obtained many spiritual objects and spiritual stones from it."

"But before I had time to digest it, I was hunted down to the sky and into the earth."

"It's really stupid. If it were me..."

In my ear, a monk was gossiping.

Because it was not important news and it was just hearsay, there was no soundproof cover.

"I heard that the remnants of the Holy Fire Sect were found in the Zhao family, 700 miles away."

"Should we go and join in the fun?"

"If we are lucky enough to catch them and torture them to find out the location of the secret realm, wouldn't we soar to the sky?"

A monk said so, looking a little eager to try.

"Huahua"

The spiritual tea poured out from the small spout and flowed into the exquisite teacup until it was 70% full.

Liu Yu picked up the teacup and took a sip.

On the surface, he was drinking tea alone and looked a little lonely, but in fact, his spiritual consciousness had already spread out, and he was peeping at the secrets of others unscrupulously.

The spiritual consciousness reached the level of twenty miles, which had surpassed the scope of the foundation-building period. With the advanced skills in the "Magic Method of Conserving the Spirit", it was enough to penetrate most soundproof covers without anyone noticing.

There were no Jindan cultivators in this teahouse, nor were there advanced formations, so Liu Yu was not worried about his behavior being discovered, so he was so unscrupulous.

The more skilled, the bolder!

As expected, no cultivator discovered the peeping of the spiritual consciousness, and all the conversations of the cultivators were secret in his eyes.

The topics that the cultivators talked about were varied, but the most mentioned was the "Holy Fire Secret Realm".

Before his death, Shi Renjie revealed that the accumulation of the Holy Fire Religion for thousands of years was stored in the secret realm. Who wouldn't be tempted?

What is opportunity?

This is opportunity!

Even if you can only get the corners of spiritual objects and drink a sip of light soup, it is very simple to build a foundation, and you can even peek into the Jindan realm.

Therefore, once the news came out, the entire Xisha countries were boiling and became more chaotic.

That is the accumulation of thousands of years of the Holy Fire Sect!

As long as there is news about the Holy Fire Sect, countless monks will flock to it, and even fight for the news, adding countless killings.

"Heh~"

Liu Yu smiled.

After a while of full exploration with his spiritual sense, he found that the news of the so-called "Holy Fire Secret Realm" was false without exception.

Even in the Holy Fire Sect, there are only a few people who really know the news of the secret realm. How can it be so easy to leak?

Song Haocang, this person, just took advantage of the convenience of the sect and accidentally caught a core member of the Holy Fire Sect, and then tortured out this news.

After Shi Renjie's death, the remaining Holy Fire Sect monks will only hide deeper, so how can it be so easy to be discovered?

The relevant news circulating in the market now cannot be said to be all false, but it can only be said that it is basically false.

"How about it, fellow Daoist, are you also interested in the Holy Fire Sect Secret Realm?!"

"I have first-hand information here, and I will sell it all to fellow Daoist for only thirty spirit stones."

"I guarantee with my life that this is absolutely genuine first-hand information. Only if fellow Daoist gets it, he will definitely stand out from thousands of cultivators and seize the opportunity."

In a soundproof shield not far away, an old man who practiced casual cultivation said mysteriously.

Where there is demand, there will be a market. Less than seven days have passed since the public execution, and speculators appear from time to time to sell the "news" to those in need.

"Talent."

Liu Yu listened carefully for a while, shook his head slightly and laughed dumbly.

It seems to be true, with a beginning and an end and very few flaws. Only by investigating based on the information can we verify the truth.

However, by the time we really verify the truth, I am afraid that the place will have been empty.

After sitting quietly in the teahouse for an hour and drinking a pot of spiritual tea, he learned about some major events that happened in Xisha recently.

Liu Yu got up and left the teahouse and returned to his residence in the restaurant.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, he concentrated his mind and closed his eyes, and began to practice the "Qingyang Gong" to polish his magic power.

...

In the restaurant, a hidden upper room.

Several figures were sitting or standing, all emitting powerful spiritual pressure, and they were all foundation-building cultivators without exception.

"My subordinates did not do their job well, causing the stronghold to be discovered by the God Shamen. Fifty Qi-refining disciples and a foundation-building Taoist friend were all killed. Please punish me, Holy Son!"

A cultivator with a bald head, thick eyebrows and big eyes in the middle stage of foundation-building said with his head down.

Like a child who had made a mistake, he lowered his head and trembled slightly, with guilt and fear flashing on his face.

"Bang!!"

Zhou Ziwen's face changed, he smashed the table with his palm, stood up suddenly and said angrily:

"Waste! All waste!"

"You can't even handle this little thing, and you caused the death of fifty disciples and a guest official. What's the point of keeping you?!"

When he heard that another fellow disciple died at the hands of the Divine Shamen, he was even angrier than he thought.

"I know my fault."

"Please punish me, the Holy Son and the Dharma Protector!"

The bald monk fell to his knees and admitted his fault.

"You know your fault?"

"What's the point of you knowing your fault?!"

"Can the dead guest official and fellow disciple be resurrected because of this?!"

Zhou Ziwen was furious.

Liu Yu sat in the first seat on the right without saying a word. As a new guest official who joined the Holy Fire Sect, he did not rashly express his opinion.

At this time, nine months had passed since the killing of the monks of the Divine Shamen and the seizure of Shi Renjie's body.

During these nine months, he showed his accomplishments as a second-level middle-grade alchemist and was strongly wooed by the Holy Fire Sect.

After repeated considerations, under the implicit threat and surveillance, he "reluctantly" agreed.

Of course, the reason was to "repay the favor", to repay Tang Tianbao for saving his life by frightening Madam Hongfen.

Liu Yu personally killed two foundation-building monks of the Divine Shamen. With such a handle in hand, the people of the Holy Fire Sect were more relieved.

After agreeing to become a guest official, Tang Tianbao and others officially confessed their identities.

With his extraordinary acting skills, he did not reveal any flaws and became a guest official of the Holy Fire Sect.

And in a few months, he has refined more than a dozen furnaces of second-level pills, with a success rate higher than that of ordinary alchemists, and has worked hard for several months.

"There will be rewards only if you pay, and it's all worth it."

Liu Yu was a little depressed and comforted himself in this way.

This was the first time since he started cultivating immortals that he spent time and energy first. Even if it was a sect, he would cultivate himself first.

However, the secret realm of the Holy Fire Sect did store many spiritual objects, including not only the "Three Yuan Fruit", but also other rare spiritual objects and even magic weapons. Temporary patience was worth it.

Thinking of this, his face remained calm.

"The Holy Sect provided you with foundation-building pills to cultivate you to the foundation-building realm under the condition of limited resources. Is this how you report to the Holy Sect?!"

"There is nothing to say after committing such a big mistake."

"According to the rules of the sect, you should end it yourself and die to atone for your sins!"

Zhou Ziwen's face was cold and his tone was icy.

"Since the death of the Supreme Elder, the morale of the Holy Sect has plummeted and its influence has greatly decreased."

"According to the rules of the sect, he should have been executed for committing such a big mistake."

"But now the Holy Sect is in a difficult situation, and every bit of power is precious. Why not let him live for the time being and make meritorious contributions?!"

After a long silence, Tang Tianbao, who had not spoken, spoke to Zhou Ziwen.

The bald monk was also considered an "old man" in the Holy Church. Although he was not good at doing things, he was loyal. Moreover, it was a pity to execute a foundation-building monk like this.

"Thank you, Holy Son, thank you, Holy Son!"

"I will be more careful in the future and sacrifice my life to serve the Holy Church!!"

The bald monk kowtowed when he heard this.

"Humph."

"There is no order without rules. How can you convince the people by giving favors indiscriminately like this?"

"Are you worthy of the believers who died in the past?"

"Although you are the Holy Son, I am in charge of Xingtang."

Zhou Ziwen frowned and said without giving in.

But Tang Tianbao insisted on letting the bald monk make meritorious contributions for the special period and the reason just now, and did not agree to execute him directly.

"Humph, you can do it yourself."

Zhou Ziwen originally wanted to insist, but suddenly he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he snorted coldly and walked out.

Rules cannot be broken at will, otherwise they will lose their meaning and all previous behaviors will become ridiculous. Liu Yu agrees with Zhou Ziwen's point of view.

After a while, he said goodbye and left.

In this way, time passed slowly in the restless and chaotic order of Xisha.