A Slave's Path to Blood Enlightenment

Chapter 2

Looking at his performance today, it is also common sense to settle accounts in the future.

"I know, I'll pack my luggage now."

"No need to pack, the carriage is at the back door, and it will take you to Qianqiu City to spend the rest of your life."

"You're not leaving?"

"The family elders will protect you as the father. If a clan wants to grow, how can they condone brothers killing each other? If you leave, my lineage will be without descendants, and there will be no threat to the position of the head of the family."

Lin Xuan was silent again. Ever since his mother died giving birth to him, his relationship with Lin Chongwen had been ordinary. Even though he had been known as a child prodigy since he was young, he had never received any praise.

Originally, he didn't care, but now that something happened and a way out was arranged, he was still a little moved.

Practice—he will not give up!

"Father, I'm leaving."

"Well, have a nice trip."

As the door closed, Lin Chongwen let out a long sigh, opened his bloodshot eyes, and whispered to the memorial tablet.

"Rou'er, Xuan'er has been very smart since he was a child. He can live a good life even if he has no cultivation qualifications. I hope he can spend his life in Qianqiu City and not be a coward like me."

"It won't be long before I come to accompany you."

Lin Xuan didn't know what happened in this room after he left, nor did he know that Lin Chongwen had already decided to die. The qualification test was just a trigger.

While the spirit testing was still going on, Lin Xuan had already got on the carriage, preparing to leave Shihu City and leave the vortex of fighting within the Lin family.

At the same time.

In a servant room at the back door of the City Lord's Mansion of Shihu City, a man in black robe threatened in a hoarse voice.

"The Lingjiu Sect is only a third-rate force. Its scope of influence is no more than these dozen cities. The strongest one in the sect is the Yidandan monk. How can it compare with my Niling Blood Sect?"

The Lord of Shihu City spoke coldly.

"The Lingjiu Sect is not as good as the Niling Blood Sect, but this is the territory of the righteous way, and the demonic monks are just rats on the street. If you want someone, be simple, buy them with spirit stones.

"Ten spiritual stones will give you five spiritual roots, and fifty spiritual stones will give you four spiritual roots. Those with three spiritual roots and above are not for sale."

The man in black robe said a little annoyed.

"You want ten waste spiritual roots? Why don't you go and grab them!"

"Rob? This price is already very generous."

The Lord of Shihu City retorted.

"What about waste spiritual roots? Just throw away the quick-made magic skills and squeeze them for twenty years. The value created is at least thousands of spiritual stones. If you can't afford it, don't buy it. There are others that the Demon Sect wants."

The black-robed man heard this and suddenly showed a flattering smile.

"Don't be anxious, Lord. It's the first time to trade, so you should let people know the bottom price.

"So, five spiritual stones for waste spiritual roots and forty spiritual stones for miscellaneous spiritual roots. How about I take as many as you have in Shihu City?"

The Lord of Shihu City hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, but you have to sell me one of the 'Ni Xue Dan' of the Ni Ling Xue Sect."

"Okay, if the Lord of the City can afford the price, I will bring it next time."

"What is the price?"

"Five thousand spiritual stones."

"Let's trade again after testing the spirit next year."

The Lord of Shihu City is a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Training. If Shihu City did not have only a first-grade inferior spiritual vein, it would not be his turn to be the Lord of the City. The life span of a cultivator in the Qi Training stage is 150 years.

He is already over 90 years old. If he seeks to build a foundation after he is over 100 years old, there is almost no hope of a breakthrough.

If a cultivator of Qi wants to break through the foundation building stage, he needs a Foundation Building Pill to help. The top Foundation Building Pill costs more than 10,000 spirit stones. There is no market for it, and it is almost impossible for people like him to get it.

The Nixue Pill is also a kind of Foundation Building Pill. It is of a lower grade and brings much less help. It can only add two percent to the chance of success, and failure will result in death.

He still wants to try again.

Of course, if there is no Foundation Building Pill, the cultivator can also break through the realm on his own initiative, but there are only a few who succeed. Over time, those who have the conditions will get a Foundation Building Pill to assist.

After the two reached a deal, more than a dozen Qi-training cultivators from the City Lord's Mansion came out in full force and captured all the seedlings that met the transaction conditions today.

Night.

The wheels rolled on the muddy and uneven ground, causing the prisoner car to vibrate greatly. It almost overturned when rolling over the stones. The gaps in the iron railings were very small; he could only stretch out his fingers.

Listening to the cicadas chirping, frogs croaking, and insects and kingfishers chirping.

Lin Xuan woke up from his coma and vaguely remembered that after leaving the Lin family, he was stopped at the city gate. A dark shadow blew a breath on him, and then he fainted.

"This—"

Lin Wu? No, the soul test has not yet ended, so how could he order the monks of the Spirit Eagle Sect?

Looking around, under the moonlight, Lin Xuan found that there were several guys around him who participated in the soul test during the day, with useless and mixed soul roots, all here.

A total of ten prison cars, more than a hundred people were imprisoned, weak and powerless, as if he had been drugged.

He was very familiar with the scenery outside, which was the origin of the name of Shihu City—Shihu.