Chapter 505: Grandma Zhang
A figure flew past in a dense forest several dozen miles away from the north-south boundary of Tianchong Mountain. He looked panicked as if he had encountered something extremely terrible and was running away in a panic.
This person was dressed in green and had a strange face. He was Elder Zhaixing, one of the elders of Qingshan Sect.
He rode on the clouds, his face was pale and bloodless, and he kept looking back while running, his eyes full of fear.
"I didn't expect that man to be a Yuanying cultivator. This time he was really killed by that bastard Tiangong!" Elder Zhaixing muttered to himself, his eyes were full of fear and resentment, and his mind was full of the scene he saw after parting with Elder Tiangong and the old woman.
Originally, he and the old woman each received orders to track the three auras emitted by the murderer who killed Elder Xingyue, but what Elder Zhaixing never expected was that after chasing, he saw not the other party's true body, but a golden light flying out.
In doubt, Elder Zhaixing naturally chased after him, but the other party suddenly stopped after flying about forty miles. Elder Zhaixing was naturally overjoyed when he saw this. He thought that although the other party had the power to kill Elder Xingyue, this light was not his real body, so he naturally did not need to be afraid.
However, the scene he saw next made him feel scared. The golden light was indeed not the real body of the murderer, but a Yuanying!
This scared Elder Zhaixing half to death. What level of existence is Yuanying? There is not even one in the entire Nanshan. This person is actually a great cultivator in the Yuanying stage. Even those old monsters in the sect who have formed a Dan will have to flee.
Elder Zhaixing was shaking so much when he saw this scene that he didn't even dare to run, because he knew that his cultivation was not enough in front of such a great cultivator. He knelt down and begged for mercy, shouting "Senior, spare my life".
Fortunately, the Yuanying cultivator seemed to disdain to fight with him. After scolding him a few times, he let him go.
Elder Zhaixing was overjoyed and kowtowed to thank him, and then ran away like a fugitive. But he was always worried along the way, fearing that the great cultivator would come back to chase him at any time. After all, with the opponent's level, he could not escape from his palm even if he went to heaven and earth.
This time, he was really killed by the old bastard Tiangong!
If he had known that the murderer was a Yuanying cultivator, he would not dare to come and kill him even if he had a hundred guts!
"No wonder Xing Yue died so easily. With this person's method, he could have blown him to death with just one breath, but why did he pretend to be a Qi Refining cultivator, then transformed into a magic power stage, and finally showed his true body of Yuanying?"
"But no matter what the purpose is, such a great cultivator in the Yuanying stage can wipe me out with a casual wave of his hand. This matter must not be pursued any further, otherwise not only will my life be in danger, but the entire Qingshan Sect will also suffer a catastrophe."
Elder Zhaixing wiped a cold sweat, muttered constantly, and flew faster.
While he was fleeing, in a bush about ten miles away, an old woman named Ruan held a wooden stick and casually pushed away the weeds around. She looked at a shattered skeleton on the ground with a look of surprise on her face.
"This corpse puppet is so tough, but it's a pity that it can't be refined. I have no choice but to smash you."
Looking at the skeleton puppet without any breath, the old woman snorted coldly, and turned away without staying after another inspection.
Previously, she followed the breath and found out after fighting that it was just a corpse puppet with an incarnation talisman. What surprised her was that this puppet had the cultivation of the middle stage of mana, and its toughness was rare.
When she first saw this corpse puppet, the old woman wanted to take it for herself, but she found that this corpse puppet had a very strong spiritual mark on it, which could not be refined at all. She had no choice but to defeat it, but it took a lot of effort and consumed nearly half of her mana.
Recalling the process of killing this corpse puppet, the old woman couldn't help but feel depressed, but since things had come to this point, she had no choice but to return to the original place.
But what she didn't know was that shortly after she left, the white skeleton suddenly glowed with a faint light, and the body made a series of strange friction sounds. The broken bones moved autonomously and soon pieced together a complete body.
But after the body was restored to its original state, the light on the corpse puppet quickly dissipated, as if it was a dead object, and no longer had any breath.
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The night returned to calm, but not long after, a rainbow light suddenly flashed in the dense forest where Elder Zhaixing escaped, and Ye Chunyang suddenly appeared there.
"The fierce blood curse is too overbearing, which has greatly reduced the power of the Breaking Evil Pill. Now my mana can only last for about half an hour at most."
Stopped, Ye Chunyang looked down at his hands, and a gloomy look flashed across his face.
At this time, his whole body was covered with blood veins, his breath was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and his mana was sometimes high and sometimes low, extremely disordered.
This was a sign that the effect of the Po'e Pill was about to dissipate, and that was why he had to temporarily retreat during the fierce battle with Elder Tiangong.
After secretly examining it, he released his spiritual sense to explore the surroundings. After a moment, he seemed to have confirmed something, and quickly ran forward, waved his hand to push aside a piece of weeds, and picked up an unconscious baby from it.
Looking at the baby, Ye Chunyang took out a section of the spiritual wood from his arms, and then urged the magic formula, and the baby disappeared into it with a ray of light.
This baby was naturally Guanglingzi's Nascent Soul. Although he didn't know what happened here, from the current situation, it seemed that the people chasing Guanglingzi should have been scared away by him, but Guanglingzi also consumed his vitality and fell into a deep sleep.
With a sigh, Ye Chunyang flew up again on the rainbow and flew in another direction.
Not long after, he appeared in the bushes where the skeleton was destroyed. He used his spiritual consciousness to explore the puppet's body and found something strange, but without saying anything else, he opened the jade gourd and put it inside.
From the mental contact, Ye Chunyang naturally knew that this puppet had been beaten to the point of being almost scrapped, but for some reason it was able to be spliced and restored on its own. Now that the time limit for breaking Erdan was approaching, he had no time to think too much. He could only do research in the future.
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Zhangjiacun is a remote mountain village in the Mortal Realm northwest of Beimai. It is surrounded by mountains. The village has a sparse population and no official roads. Occasionally, some hunters who catch good game will rush to the market a hundred miles away to sell it. Earn some bits and pieces of money.
Huzi has just turned sixteen this year. He has dark skin and looks honest and honest. He is the only person with a foreign surname in Zhangjia Village. He fled here with his parents many years ago. After his parents passed away, he went hunting in the mountains to make a living. With his strength and experience accumulated over the years, he became the best hunter in the village over time.
Today, Huzi's luck was better than before. He caught five spores in half a day out of the mountain. However, he did not go down the mountain to sell them. Instead, he hurried back to the village and soon came to a thatched house and knocked on the door.
This thatched house is simple and dilapidated. It leaks wind in winter and rain in summer. There is only an ancient loom and a stone mill in the small yard. A few chickens are pecking at the broken rice scattered under the stone mill.
"Who?"
There was a knock on the door, and an old and kind voice sounded from the thatched house.
"Grandma Zhang, it's me, Huzi, open the door quickly!" Huzi couldn't help but grinned and shouted after knocking on the outer door for a long time but no one came out.
"It's coming, it's coming..."
An old woman in linen clothes opened the door and walked out of the thatched house. When she saw Huzi, the old woman smiled: "Huzi, are you back so early today?"
"Grandma, look, I shot a few spores and brought them to you specially." Huzi picked up a few spores next to him and smiled honestly at the old woman.
"Spores? No, no, no, take it back quickly. It's hard for you to get this. Take it down the mountain to exchange for silver. Grandma doesn't need it." Grandma Zhang was surprised and hurriedly pushed the spores back. In recent years, there has been less and less wild food in the mountains, and it is not easy to hunt. She knew that the tiger must have spent a lot of effort to get these spores, so naturally she couldn't accept them.
"Grandma Zhang, why are you so polite to me? When my parents died, no one in the village was willing to help bury them. It was thanks to Grandma that we were able to lay them to rest. Now that you have an extra person in your family, you are an old man. How can I take care of them? I gave these spores specially for you. You should just accept them. At worst, I will shoot a few more later." Huzi said with a smile and carried the spores into the house without allowing Granny Zhang to shirk. .
Grandma Zhang shook her head with a smile, a warm look on her face, and had no choice but to let him go.
Huzi pushed the door open, and there was a young man lying on the grass in the room. There was a bowl of soup beside the bed, which was still steaming. It seemed that Grandma Zhang had just fried it.
"Grandma, this person has been unconscious for so long and hasn't woken up yet. Could it be that he is dead?" Huzi looked at the young man on the bed and said with an honest look.
"You kid is talking nonsense. He is still a living person. As long as he is taken good care of, he should wake up soon." Grandma Zhang interrupted Hu Zi's words.
"But it's been more than ten days since you brought him back from the mountain, and he shows no signs of waking up. I'm just worried..." Huzi said without giving up.
Grandma Zhang's expression dimmed after hearing this, but then she shook her head and said with a kind smile: "It's okay, Grandma can take care of it."
As she spoke, she walked to the bedside and picked up the freshly cooked decoction. After blowing it to cool down, she slowly fed it to the young man's mouth, like a loving mother caring for a sick child.
Seeing this, Huzi sighed secretly and said nothing more. He could only tell: "Since grandma said so, I will go to the mountains to dig some herbs. If he doesn't wake up in a few days, we can only He was sent to town to see a doctor."
Grandma Zhang nodded and sighed: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay. You've taken care of me all these years. You just need to treat me as your own son." Huzi smiled honestly. When he said this, he couldn't help but look up at a portrait hanging beside the bed. , a young man was painted inside, asking: "By the way, has there been no news from Brother Zhang all these years?"
Grandma Zhang was startled, put down the decoction in her hand, and looked at the portrait on the wall, with sadness in her eyes.
After a moment of silence, Grandma wiped the tears from her eyes, shook her head and said, "No."