Chapter 73 Imperial Order Mission
Chapter 73 Imperial Order Mission (Request for Order)
Just as Han Yue said, the second-level illusion is directly in the cave.
Logically, at this time, several red-robed monks should be talking to him silently, and finally kill him in anger -
But Tian Lin’s illusion was different from others. He could hear the voices of those red-robed monks.
"You've eaten two blood pills in a row, but you still can't refine blood qi. Do you still have the nerve to beg for food? If you can't refine blood qi next time, you'll just have to eat cow dung!"
Sure enough, the ancestor of the Yaoyue Sect crossed the sea to Cangzhou and became a demon Taoist of the Blood Sect.
Even though the ancestor of the Yaoyue Sect was forced to become a demon of the Blood Sect, Tian Lin felt it was inexplicably ironic when he thought about the Yaoyue Sect calling for the Blood Sect to be killed.
"Brother, I think it's a waste for you to eat the blood pill. You might as well leave it to me. When I reach the first level of Qi Refining, I can save your life."
Next to him, an old man also in white clothes came over, holding a red pill in his hand and said something to Tian Lin.
Tian Lin turned his head to avoid the breath coming out of the old man's mouth, only looking at the red pill in his hand and said, "Okay, you have to exchange it with me for spirit stones."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily:
"Brother, we are the Blood Cult, who would carry spirit stones with them for no reason? Besides, we in the Blood Cult practice with mortal blood refining pills because we can't afford spirit stones. Do you think someone of my status would have such a thing as spirit stones?"
Tian Lin then looked around the cave. There were only many mortals in white and the six red-robed Qi-refining masters.
Tian Lin did not see the figure of Manager Qiao. According to the experience he heard from others, as long as he killed the six red-robed Qi-refining masters in the cave, he would be able to get out of the illusion.
But the "degree of freedom" of his illusion is higher than that of others, and it is very likely that one or two other Qi-refining practitioners will walk into the cave from outside.
Tian Lin therefore asked the old man, "Have any great Qi-refining masters come to our valley recently?"
The old man said, "Are you talking about Master Jiao? Manager Qiao has gone to meet him, and it will probably take a few days for him to arrive in the valley."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, a young man in the cave suddenly stood up excitedly and said, "I have reached the first level of Qi Refining!"
After the young man finished speaking, one of the red-robed monks walked up to him first. After the young man circulated his true Qi to confirm his cultivation level, the red-robed monk's attitude became much better.
"You are so young, and you are the first one in this group to reach the first level of Qi Refining, which shows that you have good talent. From now on, you and I will call each other fellow Taoists."
The young man said, "No, you are my senior, how can I be rude to you?"
"In the world of cultivation, seniority is not important, only cultivation level is important. Not to mention that I am not much older than you, even if there is a generation difference between us, we still have to be ranked according to cultivation level."
After the red-robed monk finished speaking, another red-robed monk came up and said:
"Yes, cultivators are detached from the world and are no longer bound by ethics and morals. As long as your cultivation is higher than that of the other person, he is your biological father and you should bow down to him."
"Now that you have become a Qi Refiner, you must know that immortals and mortals are separated forever, and you can no longer wear the same white robes as mortals. I will help you get the red robe. This "Bloodline Spell" is the top-grade spell of our Blood Sect, and it must not be passed on to others!"
"There is also meat. Our kitchen just happened to hunt a floating eagle today. Although its flesh and blood cannot help us improve our blood and true qi, it is also quite beneficial to the body's qi and blood."
Immortals and mortals are forever separated. Tian Lin always felt that the most direct manifestation of this sentence was the difference in treatment.
Soon, the young man changed into a red robe and brought out an exquisite porcelain bowl.
Tian Lin's eyes lingered on the piece of meat in the porcelain bowl. He approached the young man and said, "Master, can I trade my blood pill for some of your meat?"
The young man had just become a Qi Refiner and had not yet comprehended the true meaning of the eternal separation between immortals and mortals. He actually asked Tian Lin, "I ate your blood pill, what will you do?"
The red-robed monks in this valley only give two low-quality blood pills to mortals every day.
If mortals want to survive and practice, they all depend on those two blood pills.
Tian Lin himself also wanted to try the blood pill to see if it had any effect, but when he thought that it was made from the flesh and blood of a mortal, he couldn't bring himself to eat it.
"I'll only change it this time!"
After Tian Lin finished speaking, the young man hesitated for a moment, and when he saw that the red-robed monks did not oppose him, he really tore a piece of meat for Tian Lin.
Tian Lin handed two blood pills to the young man, then walked to the corner of the cave holding the meat in the porcelain bowl.
A red-robed monk over there snorted coldly, followed Tian Lin slowly, and his right hand reached for the whip at his waist.
With a "snap" sound, when the whip hit Tian Lin's back, Tian Lin had already poured out the blood, fire and poison in the gauze scarf in the corner.
He opened the stopper of blood, fire and poison that was separately packed in a wooden gourd and sprinkled it on the meat in the porcelain bowl.
Then he heard the red-robed monk behind him sneer and say, "You can endure the pain, but I wonder how long you can endure it!"
He whipped Tian Lin twice, tearing his clothes and leaving two more whip marks on his back.
Logically speaking, a cultivator's body is not much stronger than that of an ordinary person without any physical training.
But Tian Lin had taken body-refining pills several times, and although he did not deliberately practice body-refining techniques, his skin and flesh were not comparable to those of ordinary people.
The monk was stunned for a moment, and finally transferred his true energy into the whip, and then the whip fell on Tian Lin's back.
There was a "snap" sound, and the whip did not hit Tian Lin, but smashed the porcelain bowl containing the meat into powder.
The red-robed monk's expression finally changed. He didn't know when Tian Lin disappeared. He only saw a white shadow flash in front of him, and there was only an empty bowl left in front of him.
With a "hiss", the red-robed monk suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He wanted to open his mouth and shout, but no sound came out.
As the body fell to the ground, Tian Lin walked out of the darkness.
"The floating sculpture plus the blood, fire and poison are indeed useful. As long as the things in this illusion have entries, they can be eaten."
Tian Lin did not wait for the body of the red-robed monk to be discovered, and turned into a white shadow and rushed towards the other five red-robed monks. He had verified his thoughts, and now he killed another person first.
To avoid any more trouble, it is better to strike first.
In a short while, the whole cave was in an uproar.
As the last red-robed monk fell, Tian Lin’s eyes blurred and he appeared on the second stone step of Mount Wendao again.
At this time, Han Yue's figure had disappeared, only a few outer disciples remained.
When the outer disciples saw Tian Lin emerge alive from the illusion, there was some disappointment on their faces.
But when they saw that Tian Lin's clothes were torn and there were wounds on his back, they all laughed.
Qian Ping even said, "Well, even though you have obtained several mid-level spells, what's the use of having the spell secrets without being able to comprehend the true meaning of the spells?"
Tian Lin ignored Qian Ping, but stepped back down the stone steps and entered the first and second stone steps again.
However, he tried several times, but failed to find any spirit stones on the red-robed monk.
Only the first step of the stone stairs could see the spiritual stone, but once he tried to take action against the spiritual stone, Manager Qiao would fight him to the death.
Tian Lin tried to knock Manager Qiao unconscious, but found that the illusion would collapse once Manager Qiao lost consciousness.
After going through this for more than ten times, Tian Lin himself was tired.
His true energy was completely used up at this point, and it was no longer possible for him to enter the illusion to experiment. But when he turned around, he found that the outer disciples who were drinking on the platform had all dispersed.
Looking at the moonlight, Tian Lin climbed down the stairs and asked Old Man Gou, "Why are they here to visit the Daoshan Mountain?"
Old Gou hesitated for a moment, but still said truthfully:
"The sect recently ordered the disciples to go out and capture the Blood Sect's demonic daoists. These outer disciples were afraid of being drafted, so they simply used the excuse of climbing the mountain to practice, and thus came to the Dao Mountain."
The sect has always encouraged menial disciples and outer disciples to climb the mountain, but after Zhong Wuji went crazy, only a few of the outer disciples dared to climb the Dao Mountain.
Apart from this, there are not many people visiting the mountain on weekdays.
“Did they say bad things about me behind my back?”
Tian Lin asked again, and Old Man Gou quickly shook his head and said, "Except for that guy named Qian who cursed Master Tian, no one else has said anything bad about you, Master Tian."
Tian Lin nodded and walked down the mountain.
Lianshui Peak was quiet and deserted at this time. He lit the lantern, took out paper and pen, and copied down the "Bloodline Spell" that he saw in the illusion according to his memory.
This spell was different from the spells Tian Lin had seen before, because it consumed blood and true energy, and involved something called 'curse power'.
Tian Lin didn't know what the power of the curse was. He only knew that this spell was more like a poison than a spell.
He can take human blood and refine it, and use human blood to curse their close relatives.
Tian Lin was quite envious of this magic that could hurt people from a distance without directly confronting them.
It’s a pity that this is the magic of the Blood Cult, and it requires the cultivation of blood qi to be used.
Tian Lin couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, and reason told him that he must not cross the bottom line of being a human being.
"Forget it. I can't practice this technique, and I have to be on guard against others using my blood to refine Gu!"
Tian Lin grabbed the paper on the table, and the white paper instantly caught fire.
After Tian Lin threw away the "fire", the white paper quickly burned to ashes.
At this moment, Tian Lin truly felt the crisis of Yaoyue Sect!
If it were a fair duel, with the accumulation of several generations of Yaoyue Sect, plus the foundation-building masters from other sects, the Blood Sect would not be a match for the upright people.
But what if someone in the Blood Cult knows the "Bloodline Spell"?
At that time, there were tens of thousands of Blood Cult demons casting the "Bloodline Curse". How could the disciples of Yaoyue Sect be enough for them to kill?
Even those ancestors who have established their foundation, once cursed by the Blood Sect demons who are also establishing their foundation, will probably end up dead.
"Fortunately, this spell requires long-term use of living people's blood to refine the elixir in order to curse their relatives - and I am an orphan."
For the next half month, Tian Lin did not rush to climb the mountain, but simply meditated in the house.
This time he stayed in seclusion for half a month, and even his food was brought up the mountain by people from the foot of the mountain.
It was also during this half month that he finally raised his cultivation to the third level of Qi Refining.
That day, Zhao Si, who had brought him a lunch box, knocked on the door and entered the room, saying to Tian Lin:
"Since Master Tian is coming out of seclusion, why not go out of the sect for a walk? If you can catch two demons, you can exchange them for some spirit stones."
Tian Lin stroked his beard and asked, "Trading demons for spirit stones, where did this news come from?"
"Master Tian has not come down from the mountain. He doesn't know that so many people have died in Lin'an and Qinghe counties in the past half month. The sect has ordered the disciples to go out and catch monsters, but who would be willing to do something that has no benefits?"
"The sect saw that all the disciples in the peak were pretending to obey but secretly disobeying, so they had no choice but to offer a reward and arrange a task. As long as you kill the demons and complete the task, you can get a spiritual stone reward. Why don't you give it a try, Master Tian?"
Tian Lin's heart moved, but his face remained calm: "There's no rush for this matter. I'll go down the mountain and take a look later."
(End of this chapter)