Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

0Along with the old ancestor of Yuh Family and Yuh Qingcheng, they had a taste of the tea that Wei Yuanhou had collected. Although they had heard the old ancestor of Yuh Family boast about the mysteries of the tea, Yang Xuan, who had never been in contact with these things since he was young, had never tasted any of them. After being teased by the old ancestor of Yuh Family, Yang Xuan also did him a favor. He gave the rest of the good tea that was stored in the storage room of Marquis Wei Yuan to the Old Ancestor of Yuh Family.    

    

Not long after, the Old Ancestor of Yuh Family had other matters to attend to. He got up and left. However, before he left, he left some pill for Yang Xuan. Recently, the ghost cultivators might make some noise at any time. If Yang Xuan didn't recover quickly from the injuries he had suffered during the fight with Ghost Dragon and Ghost Blade... It wouldn't be good if something went wrong at the critical moment.    

    

A day had passed, and the old ancestor of Yuh Family had returned once to check on Yang Xuan's progress in condensing the pill. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he left once again.    

    

Yang Xuan wasn't in a hurry to make a move on his second Golden Core. Instead, he would pour a fixed amount of the first Golden Core into the Spiritual Force every day to nourish it. As Yang Xuan poured more and more Spiritual Force into the Golden Core, the surface of the first Golden Core also became more and more solid.    

    

That night, Yang Xuan, who was meditating in silence room, was recovering the Spiritual Force that he had used during the day to nourish the golden core. Suddenly, he heard the sound of armor colliding and the sound of horse hooves outside the constabulary's door. For someone who had stayed on the battlefield for more than half a year, this sound could not be any more familiar.    

    

Yang Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and rushed out of the manor.    

    

When he saw the scene outside the door, he couldn't help but be stunned. Meng Siwei, who had requested 2000 soldiers from Yang Xuan to take the initiative to guard the Lo Capital, was standing at the entrance of the constabulary, covered in blood. His clothes were also tattered. Behind Meng Siwei, there were only a few hundred men left from the original 2000 men defending Luo City. Many of them were injured.    

    

Yang Xuan looked at Meng Siwei with a solemn expression and asked nervously, "Brother Meng, what's going on?"    

    

"Mr Yang, quickly go to Sichuan County in the north. The ghost cultivators are starting to attack there."    

    

Meng Siwei said and fell to the ground, unconscious.    

    

He ordered people to carry Meng Siwei into the constabulary first to find a place to settle down. Yang Xuan asked about the specific situation of a soldier and rushed to Sichuan County that Meng Siwei talked about.    

    

Sichuan County was a small county town not far from Lo Capital, and the chili produced was well known. When Yang Xuan and Yuh Qingcheng first came to Lo Capital, they passed by Sichuan County. Although it was not a big city like Lo Capital, there were still tens of thousands of residents in Chuan County.    

    

As expected, when Yang Xuan was ten miles away from Chuan County, he could feel the murderous aura coming from the direction of Chuan County. In the midst of the murderous aura, Yang Xuan could also feel the disgusting aura of a spectral cultivator.    

    

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand and added a formation that could shield his aura. This was a very simple formation. If the person who was deployed by the formation didn't move at all, it would be a very simple formation. Even if the person who was two realms higher than him stood in front of him, he might not be able to notice it if he didn't pay attention to it.    

    

After that, Yang Xuan adjusted his breathing and heartbeat, then carefully moved towards Chuan County.    

    

When he looked inside the city gate, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.    

    

In the county of Chuan County, some weak ghost cultivators were standing on the streets. They were waving torches in their hands. On the other side of the street, the residents of Sichuan were all gathered in the square. Ghost Blade and Ghost Dragon were slaughtering the residents. Looking at the two of them, it was almost a contest to see who killed faster.    

    

Ghost Blade's arm, which had been cut off by Zhang Tianci the last time, had grown back, but it wasn't the same as before. It was a red arm that seemed to have been transformed by something. Every time he swung the long blade in his hand, a few civilians would die under his blade. The blood of the dead residents flowed up the long blade in Ghost Blade's hand, and a part of it was absorbed by the long blade in Ghost Blade's hand. The other part rushed towards Ghost Blade's arm.    

    

Every time a resident's flesh was absorbed by Ghost Blade, Ghost Blade's red arm would become so thick and small. Although this size was really small, it couldn't be compared to the number of people Ghost Blade could kill in front of him. After slashing continuously, Ghost Blade's arm also became much thicker. Although it couldn't be compared to his original arm, it was still better than having no arm.    

    

Ghost Dragon, who was standing next to Ghost Blade, became even more violent. He stood in front of the crowd. His whole body was filled with luck, and he rushed towards the crowd like a bull. When those ordinary people were hit by Ghost Dragon, they were either dead or crippled. Wails were heard in Sichuan County.    

    

It wasn't that there weren't some powerful cultivators in the county, but in front of Ghost Blade and Ghost Dragon, they were just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.    

    

The blood essence of the ordinary people who were killed by the two slender old men was absorbed by them, leaving behind only corpses. They were all snatched away by the ordinary spectral cultivators behind them, using their own methods to obtain power from their flesh and blood.    

    

Unlike the Ghost Eyes that Yang Xuan had seen before, Ghost Ink and Ghost Bamboo were different. The three ghost cultivators had used all kinds of formations to obtain power from their flesh and blood, while Ghost Blade and Ghost Dragon had used the simplest and most direct method.    

    

Slaughter.    

    

Seeing the hellish scene in Chuan County, Yang Xuan's eyes gradually turned red. One of his hands trembled as he reached for the storage bag on his waist. Obviously, he was going to take out the wooden sword and fight with the ghost cultivators.    

    

"Stop! Are you crazy?"    

    

The Black Panther's voice was heard at the right time. It stopped Yang Xuan before he took out the wooden sword.    

    

"But... did those people in the city die for nothing?"    

    

Yang Xuan's voice couldn't help but tremble, as if he couldn't suppress the intense killing intent in his heart and was about to rush into the city to fight to the death with the ghost cultivators.    

    

The Black Panther could not help but jump out of Yang Xuan's body. Its small body floated in front of Yang Xuan, and a claw slapped Yang Xuan's head.    

    

"Are you going to die for nothing? Don't you think about me, Yuh Qingcheng, your family, and your parents that you have never met before? Don't you want to see these people again? "    

    

Black Panther's voice was filled with disappointment." If that's what you think, you can go now. "    

    

"But do you think I will just stand here and watch all of this happen?"    

    

Yang Xuan's eyes turned red as he asked. Fortunately, the ghost cultivators in the city were still immersed in the joy of being able to slaughter without noticing Yang Xuan's movement.