Chapter 515 He Can’t Laugh (22)
Outside, the last person Qiu Shaoyuan wanted to meet was the other people of Xuantian Sect.
When Xuantian Sect was founded, it was to serve the purpose of giving birth to a powerful god.
For this purpose, the skills of Xuantian Sect will allow the mana to flow upward. The lower-level cultivators are just cultivation animals in front of the upper-level cultivators, serving the cultivation of the upper-level cultivators.
When facing the upper-level cultivators, the lower-level cultivators have no freedom at all. All memories, cultivation, and magic tools are provided to the upper-level cultivators. They are just temporary custody.
And the lineage where Qiu Shaoyuan belongs is the bottom of Xuantian Sect. Even if his master is a Jindan Immortal Master, he can't even resist the blood of a higher level and can only let the other party plunder.
The bloody smell in the air is a unique smell of Xuantian Sect. This smell is invisible and other cultivators can't smell it at all. It is a smell that only Xuantian Sect cultivators can feel.
The sweet smell is nauseating, making him instinctively want to leave.
But Qiu Shaoyuan still controlled his pace, pretended to be nothing and greeted others, and then walked towards his house.
When he entered the house, his pupils suddenly dilated, his hands clenched involuntarily, and he didn't even feel the nails inserted into his palms.
In front of him, the house that had been carefully tidied by his junior brothers and sisters was now in a mess, and his sixth junior brother fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.
Two monks in black Taoist robes sat on chairs, and the two chairs were none other than his two junior brothers.
The little junior sister knelt on one side, with a cut on her neck, and blood kept pouring out and falling into the wine glasses of the two.
Hearing the footsteps, the two saw Qiu Shaoyuan coming in, and soon frowned, saying dissatisfiedly: "Why didn't you call me when you came in? It's rude."
"The door is not closed, wild people are wild people."
"But it seems that you are doing well. You can live in such a good place. You have a lot of spare money in your pocket. Just use it to visit the Refining Pavilion."
Qiu Shaoyuan wanted to make trouble, but the suppression of the skills was irresistible.
Not to mention that these two people are building foundations, even if the other party is a newly-entered Xuantian Sect disciple, as long as the other party's skills are higher than his own, then he can't resist.
The huge Xuantian Sect is an invisible tower. Everyone can only move in their corresponding floors and absolutely cannot cross.
Therefore, Qiu Shaoyuan gnashed his teeth in hatred and could only bow and say: "Hello, two seniors."
"No need to be polite. We are the true disciples of the "Tian" vein of Xuantian Sect. We heard that a celestial being would descend here, so we came here to take action. Why did you come here?"
Qiu Shaoyuan originally still had some fantasy, but after knowing that the other party was actually the "Tian" vein, he was completely desperate.
In Xuantian Sect, the top bloodlines are the "Heaven, Earth, Black and Yellow" four veins. There is not much difference between these four veins. They are all top bloodlines in Xuantian Sect.
The higher the top, the stronger the suppression of the lower-level cultivators. No wonder I have been suppressed after seeing them. I didn't expect that they were so powerful.
Resisting the urge to kneel down, Qiu Shaoyuan asked: "Two adults, may I ask..."
Before he finished speaking, one of Qiu Shaoyuan's arms flew out.
Retracting his sword, the slightly feminine cultivator said coldly: "Did I ask you to ask questions? Just ask."
Another slightly bookish cultivator took Qiu Shaoyuan's blood, drank a sip and said with satisfaction: "It tastes good. I didn't expect that a low-level cultivator like you would have such delicious blood. It's a pity that you practiced a low-level technique, otherwise it would be more delicious."
Looking at Qiu Shaoyuan who was still bleeding, the scholar said with regret: "It's a pity to let you die, but our mission is special and cannot be seen by you, so we can only let you die."
"It's a pity." The feminine cultivator who drank Qiu Shaoyuan's blood sighed helplessly, "Such good blood is rare recently. But don't worry, we will enjoy your blood slowly, and the flesh and bones will be made into magic tools, so it won't be wasted."
Listening to the other party's gloomy words, Qiu Shaoyuan's mind went blank.
If it was before, he would die.
After all, it's a rotten life, just think of it as a contribution to Xuantian Sect, and death is not so difficult to accept.
But thinking back to his experiences along the way, he felt a great fear, which made him hope to continue living.
It was the first time to eat such delicious watermelon, the first time to see so many books.
It was the first time to wear such good clothes, and the first time to contact the magic network.
It was the first time to meet cultivators other than them, and the first time to make so much money.
It was also the first time to play games, and the first time to be liked and recognized by so many people.
His junior brothers and sisters had not seen the magic network and games, his master's eyes had not recovered, and he had not seen such a gorgeous refining pavilion. How could he die here so easily!
But the suppression of the skills and blood was still there, making it difficult for him to even move his fingers, and he could not resist at all.
Desperately watching the feminine cultivator approach, he could feel the cold fingers clasped on his throat, and the terrifying feeling came over him, making his breathing rapid.
"Don't worry, I will give you a quick death." The feminine cultivator said with a smile.
Just as he was about to twist Qiu Shaoyuan's throat, the feminine cultivator saw the paper in his hand, so he pulled it out curiously.
After seeing the numbers above, he couldn't help but take a breath.
"What's wrong?" Another cultivator asked curiously, "What did you see?"
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you have to come and take a look."
Zhang Xiushi came over curiously, and couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the paper in Qiu Shaoyuan's hand.
"A certificate for three thousand spirit stones, and it can be exchanged directly at the sect of the Refining Pavilion. Hey, what's wrong with this kid, how can he have so much money?"
"I was surprised before, these people should have just arrived at the Refining Pavilion not long ago, and they can leave more than three hundred spirit stones on hand, which is incredible."
"Could these people be undercover agents before, and this is their reward after undercover."
"I don't know, just ask and you'll know."
Release his hand, the feminine monk stroked Qiu Shaoyuan's Adam's apple, and asked curiously: "Boy, where did you get this money? Don't lie, otherwise I will definitely use the most cruel method to kill your master and others."
Swallowing hard, Qiu Shaoyuan didn't care about the pain in his throat, and said hoarsely: "I made money by doing live broadcast."
"What is live broadcast?" The feminine monk asked curiously.
"Pay more attention to the real things, Fellow Daoist Shangguan." Monk Zhang said dissatisfiedly, "Live broadcasting is a popular way to play in the Refining Pavilion. It is said that some people have made money in it. Boy, how long have you been live broadcasting?"
"I just started yesterday."
The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Helping Qiu Shaoyuan stop the bleeding, Monk Shangguan widened his eyes and asked excitedly: "Only one day? You made so much money in your first live broadcast? Fellow Daoist Zhang, how is this result?"
"Genius level, it can even be said to be a miracle." Monk Zhang also said excitedly, "It's a pity to kill it, it's good to keep it as a profitable livestock."
"That's right, I picked up a treasure this time. I said that the Refining Pavilion is my opportunity, and it really worked."
Looking at the two excited people, Qiu Shaoyuan couldn't laugh.
He couldn't laugh at all.