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After leaving Fenglin Mountain, Zhao Hen checked the scrapped things from the corpses. After confirming that there was no trace mark, he found a cave to hide it. Zhao Hen did this just a habitual cautious behavior. Although he killed the foundation-building master, he was also cut through the belly and injured by the flying sword. If he was chased again, he would be dead.

Although Zhao Hen is seriously injured now, there are countless spiritual medicines on his body. After Zhao Hen was injured, he took these thousand-year-old spiritual medicines almost like eating. The injury, which originally took three months to recover, recovered in just one month. If it was not good after taking so many thousand-year-old spiritual medicines, it would be a real ghost!

After leaving Fenglin Mountain, Zhao Hen drew the blood essences of these people into fourteen jade bottles and saved them in a special way.

What he has to do now is to absorb the blood of the foundation-building old man and the thirteen Qi Refining Cultivator to refine his soul.

After Zhao Hen put the jade bottle, he began to use three soul ligaments to explore the essence of blood to refine his soul. Each time he absorbed blood, the soul ligaments would grow one minute longer. Until the blood of the fourteen jade bottles was completely absorbed, Zhao Hen's soul ligaments had reached a length of five meters. If this was used to beat the slap in the Yin people, it would definitely surprise the other party.

But what disappointed Zhao Hen was that he had absorbed so much blood from cultivators, but his realm had only reached the fifth level of soul refining. Although there was also the blood of a foundation-building cultivator, after practicing the "Bloodthirsty Soul Refining Art", his soul was like a bottomless pit, absorbing all of these blood. However, what made Zhao Hen pleased was that the invisible space in his soul seemed to have increased a little, and the soul power became more pure and stable after this period of tempering.

After refining fourteen bottles of blood, a full four months had passed. Zhao Hen calculated with his fingers that the time for the Zi Lei Sect, the Purple Thunder Sect, to open the door to recruit new disciples in his previous life, was almost here.

Zhao Hen, who was still very grateful when talking about his master's sect, wasn't it because of his master's strong protection for him in his previous life, he would have been killed by the despicable villain Yi Jianfeng, so how could he survive until now? In order to cover his escape, the master's sect also paid the heavy price of the two Nascent Soul ancestors for this. You must know that his master's sect is a small sect with only five Nascent Souls! Therefore, Zhao Hen in this life will never let such tragedies happen again.

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After a fifteen-day long journey, Zhao Hen's men had already appeared at Wanlei Mountain, where the mountain gate of the Zi Lei Sect was located.

As soon as he stepped into the foot of Wanlei Mountain, familiar scenery appeared before Zhao Hen. The joys and sorrows of his previous life also appeared in Zhao Hen's mind from time to time with these scenery in front of him.

Looking at Wanlei Mountain not far away, Zhao Hen couldn't help but swear in his heart, "Master, senior sister, junior sister, you paid the price of blood to protect me in the previous life. In this life, I, Zhao Hen, will protect you!"

There are still a few days left before the Zi Lei Sect mountain gate will open to recruit disciples, but the town at the foot of the mountain has been crowded with people coming to try their luck, and there are endless people.

A small town with a population of only a few hundred suddenly flooded in more than two thousand young people and their families who came to try their luck. Almost all places in the town where people could live were crowded.

This happens every year. Over time, villagers in small towns even use this business opportunity as a means to earn money to fill their homes, and each company has rooms for rent.

As for safety, no one cares. The Zi Lei Sect opened its mountain gate and accepted disciples. Who dared to commit crimes here with the anger of the entire Zi Lei Sect? Although the Zi Lei Sect is just a small sect, there are still several Yuanying people in it. Who dares to risk being shot into flesh paste by the Yuanying ancestor of the Zi Lei Sect to make a mistake here?

A few days later, amid the expectations of everyone, the gate at the foot of Wanlei Mountain finally opened. A row of dozens of disciples wearing black Taoist robes embroidered with thunder and lightning marks appeared together, and a small square area surrounded the gate. A simple test for the entry was held in this area.

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Chapter completed!