Han Linqiu is a well-educated person with profound literary accomplishments who nourishes his soul with literature.

When he heard the words of this Qi-bending warrior, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

"You said... we are cruel?"

Han Linqiu thought he heard it wrong, so he confirmed it again.

The Qi-bending martial artist suppressed the fear in his heart and gritted his teeth and said: "Just one disagreement and slaughtered thousands of people here. Isn't this cruelty?"

"I was trying to reason with you at first, but you insisted on turning us into medicine guides. Now...you are trying to reason with us instead?"

Han Linqiu said in astonishment.

Wang Yi said calmly: "Don't talk nonsense with him. I have been practicing swordsmanship for many years and have seen countless people like this. If your fist is smaller than his, he will compete with you. If your fist is bigger than his, he will compete with you."

The Qi Controlling Warrior's expression changed continuously. He glanced at the condition of the green-robed monk and found that he had turned into meat. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice:

"This immortal master has a good background. He is an immortal master who traveled three hundred miles away in Kongshan. If they know what you are doing today, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of here."

"He still has a disciple? I thought he was just a casual cultivator."

Xu Peng was a little surprised.

"Master, my junior brother and I will go to the so-called You Kong Mountain."

Ye Wenxiu cupped his fists.

"Go ahead."

Fang Chen nodded lightly.

The two men immediately led a group of Qingzhou Sword Sect monks to capture the Qi-bending warrior and asked him to lead the way to Youkong Mountain.

When this Qi-bending warrior discovered that Ye Wenxiu and others could soar into the clouds, his heart suddenly went cold.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, your three disciples have killed so many mortals today, are you not afraid that they will be contaminated by too much karma?"

Xu Peng walked to Fang Chen, a little curious.

"Three thousand sects are not afraid of cause and effect."

Fang Chen smiled.

Are three thousand sects not afraid of cause and effect?

Everyone was slightly startled, as this was the first time they heard this statement. Could it be that the Three Thousand Dao Sects have special means to resolve cause and effect?

While everyone was meditating, the wandering souls of the dead gathered one after another and cursed all kinds of vicious words at Fang Chen.

As Fang Chen lightly stamped his feet, a shadow appeared in front of Fang Chen.

"Li Badao pays homage to your lord!"

Li Badao was neatly dressed and held his fists in a bow.

"Take these wandering souls back and throw them into the River of Forgetfulness."

Fang Chen said.

"yes."

Li Badao didn't ask, and immediately used Yin Qi to turn into chains, penetrating the bones of thousands of wandering souls.

These wandering souls stopped cursing and became frightened. They screamed and were led into Huangquan Road by Li Badao.

"Fellow Daoist Fang..."

Han Linqiu suddenly spoke with a somewhat complicated expression: "If we stop the Blood Spirit Sect just to protect these people...it doesn't seem worth it."

“No one is perfect when it comes to his deeds but not his heart.”

Fang Chen looked at the devastation of this place: "If they hadn't fallen into this situation, some people, even if they have evil in their hearts, might never have done a bad thing until they died."

Speaking of this, he smiled and said, "If you feel that it is not worth it, after returning to Central Continent, you will pretend that this has never happened. The fourth princess has never forced you to do anything, and the same is true for me."

"There is no perfect heart..."

Han Linqiu murmured to himself, and suddenly he breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyesight became clear, and he cupped his fists and bowed to Fang Chen:

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Fang, for your advice. I also had evil thoughts in my heart. This matter has troubled me for many years. I finally figured it out today."

"When Fellow Daoist Fang said this, I suddenly felt that I was a good person."

Xu Peng rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb.

"Have you ever had evil thoughts in your heart, Fellow Daoist Fang?"

Su Lingzhu was a little curious.

"nature."

Fang Chen nodded lightly: "I once witnessed my brothers and sisters being killed on the battlefield. At that moment, I wished I could have bloodbathed the other country's borders, leaving no chickens or dogs behind."

"Fellow Daoist Fang really did this?"

Xu Peng's eyes moved.

Even Hushanjun and others were a little curious.

"Never."

Fang Chen smiled and shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to, but that it's beyond my ability. At that time, I was just a blind waste."

"Now what? With Fellow Daoist Fang's strength... the former enemies have become vulnerable. Has Fellow Daoist Fang let go of his original hatred, or..."

Han Linqiu was thoughtful.

"Where can I put it? Many Blood Spirit Cult monks have died in my hands."

Fang Chen smiled.

Blood Spirit Cult!?

Everyone suddenly realized that what happened to this man was probably fueled by the Blood Spirit Sect.

It’s no wonder that with this person’s status, he still insists on biting the Blood Spirit Cult and won’t let go.

"The Blood Spirit Sect suffered a huge loss due to Li Xiao's incident. I guess fellow Taoist fellow Taoists are already hating him so much."

Xu Peng gloated about his misfortune.

"For them, these things are not even traumatic. Let's take it one step at a time."

Fang Chen shook his head gently.

Several people were startled, with strange expressions on their faces. They pondered Fang Chen's words and vaguely felt that... it seemed that the Blood Spirit Sect was much stronger than they usually knew...

Half a day later, Ye Wenxiu, Liu Mu and the others returned to the small town. Everyone was covered in blood, and some were even injured.

"Master, there are two foundation builders and forty-three Qi refiners in Youkong Mountain. All of them were killed."

Ye Wenxiu cupped his fists.

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"Let's go."

Zhongzhou, Cang Dao Mansion, Three Thousand Dao Gates.

A few years ago, three thousand gates planted the Great White Lotus. The weather here is changing with each passing day, and there are earth-shaking changes every day.

In just a few years, what was originally a spiritually-poor practice ashram has now become one of the top in Central Continent.

The rich and majestic spiritual power turns into dewdrops every morning, sliding gently on the grass and trees.

Ordinary mountain springs turned into spiritual springs.

Ordinary fields have become spiritual fields.

Ordinary mineral veins became spiritual veins.

Some of the mindless beasts in the mountains are also gradually developing towards the demon clan.

Even the dojos of major immortal courts are nothing like this.

Practicing here is like absorbing low-grade spiritual stones every moment. Not only does the speed of cultivation increase a lot, but the rich spiritual power also has some impact on breaking through the realm.

This is only the outer Taoist palace. The changes in the inner palace are even greater, several times stronger than those of the outer Taoist palace.

"Everyone, have some tea."

Zhou Bufan raised his glass to signal to others, and then drank it all in one gulp. He smacked it in his mouth and couldn't help but sigh:

"The spiritual power here is so strong. In just a few years, it feels like the progress has been faster than the past ten years of practice."

"Yes, our Ziyang Dao Sect's former Lingshan Mountain was not as good as this place. We never thought that this disaster would turn out to be a chance."

The monks from Ziyang Taoist Sect expressed their feelings one after another.

With their status, they had no chance to come to this kind of dojo to practice, but now by some strange combination of circumstances, they have been practicing here for several years, and everyone has gained more or less.

"Hmph, there is plenty of spiritual power here, but we have to drink this kind of pickled stuff every day. Are you used to it?"

The beggar Taoist sneered repeatedly: "I should be free and easy, but if I hadn't been for you, how could I have ended up like this."

"We have asked you clearly. When we asked you to go up the mountain and didn't let you attack mortals randomly, it was you who angered the owner of this place, and you blame us?"

Upon seeing this, the beggar Taoist immediately cursed. It was not until a monk from the Three Thousand Dao Sect passed by that he scolded him a few times, and everyone shut up.

"Master, are these the elders in the sect?"

A group of people suddenly came to the mountain gate. One of them glanced at Zhou Bufan and others and quickly asked.

Zhou Bufan and the others were slightly startled, someone else came?
Chapter completed!