HCB Chapter 325 Entering the Village to Check
Chapter 325 Entering the Village to Check
"The reason why the gray fog is so harmful to us is because of the chaotic energy mixed with the demonic energy there. We have little resistance to this thing, but you and Senior Jun have already mastered some control methods, so you can travel through it in a short time."
Qiuqiu understood immediately: "Any terrifying force will not be feared as long as there is a way to control it. Moreover, energy has no good or bad, right or wrong. Its existence is reasonable."
Zhu Man: "Yuanchu, you are amazing. With just a little guidance from Senior Qingheng, you completely understood it."
Qiuqiu waved his hand modestly and said embarrassedly, "Thank you for the compliment. There are a few rats emitting black energy in front. They are more than ten times bigger than the rats we encountered before."
Qing Heng: "I woke up Qi Shi and Qi Shu and let them practice. Catching chickens and killing rabbits is a job that suits them very well. It's a good opportunity to sharpen their basic skills."
Qiuqiu's eyes widened: "Are you a monster? Even my own father can't do this to me!" But I didn't dare to say it.
Everyone was walking through the forest. Jun Jianchou was basically the strongest fighter in the battle between immortals and demons, so he didn't encounter any monsters that he couldn't deal with.
Jun Jianchou had watched Qishu and Qishi grow up, and he cared more about their education than Qingheng. Qishu was also privately closer to him, which made Qingheng feel a bit jealous.
Under Jun Jianchou's supervision, Qishi and Qishu worked together to kill two magical beasts that were equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building.
This was an ordinary magical beast with combat power comparable to that of a late foundation-building monster. Both children were seriously injured. Qiuqiu gave them rejuvenation pills with great distress, cleaned their wounds, and applied external injury medicine. His eyes were full of distress, as if he wanted to stop their solo training.
Qi Shi comforted her: "Mother, we are fine. Father and Senior Jun are right. My brother and I still need to hone ourselves."
In addition, Senior Jun intends to take them in as his disciples, so he is extremely strict with them. Challenging sword cultivators of higher levels is his most basic requirement.
The practice method for cultivating earth spirit roots is the Tuyuan Jue which traces back to the origin. Jun Jianchou also has the idea of training them to become sword practitioners, and Qiuqiu also respects the opinions of his brother and sister.
Although earth spiritual roots are not the best qualifications for sword cultivation, if you choose the path of sword cultivation, you may get half the result with twice the effort in the future.
Qiuqiu had this feeling in the previous world. It was the same talisman drawing, with the same method and technique. He had a 99% success rate in this world, but it was good enough to maintain a 10% success rate in Wen Na's world.
This shows the importance of qualifications and attributes. If they lack a little luck, Qiuqiu is worried that their sword skills will not be proficient and will slowly wear down the fighting spirit of Qishi and his sister.
After passing through a forest, everyone got the monster pills they wanted, and after a little disguise, they entered the village on the edge.
The entrance to the village is covered with a vine wall of caltrops. The thorns of caltrops are three times longer than those of ordinary caltrops. The tips of the thorns are purple-red and you can tell at a glance that they are poisonous.
After investigating with spiritual sense, it was discovered that there was a small door in the vine wall that could accommodate one person.
Jun Jianchou walked in front. After passing through the small gate, he was met by a dark-faced boy of about twelve or thirteen. "Are you gentlemen here to rest after hunting? My house can host you. We have three spare rooms and can provide meals. A group like yours only needs ten Demon Yuan Pills."
Jun Jianqiu nodded reservedly: "Lead the way."
Qiuqiu was full of questions and was waiting to ask later. This was a battlefield between immortals and demons, so how could there be mortals?
It seems the currency used for transactions here is Demonic Yuan Dan, but they don't have any.
If there is a finished product, preferably a recipe, she can still try to refine it.
The little black boy led the group, choosing the least crowded roads possible. They hurriedly avoided the two women they met on the road so early in the morning. Qiuqiu felt increasingly strange, but he didn't dare to ask.
We soon arrived at the end of the village. There was indeed a large courtyard with three main rooms, two east wing rooms, and two west wing rooms. However, the rooms were a bit old and looked dilapidated.
The little black boy led the way respectfully all the way. As soon as he entered the yard, he shouted towards the main house: "Sister, there is a group of adults staying overnight. They will provide meals. You cook."
He turned around and led everyone: "The adults can stay in the east wing, and the ladies can stay in the west wing."
Then, feeling a little embarrassed, he pretended to be calm and said, "You have to pay me first." Seeing Jun Jianchou's cold face, he quickly changed his words and said, "Half is fine first."
Jun Jianchou was not suitable for such socializing, so Qingheng stepped forward and said, "Qishu, give him the prey."
Qishu directly threw a second-level humming beast to the ground and looked at the young boy and said, "Is that enough?"
The little black-faced boy asked, "Sir, are you really going to use this prey as payment?" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he replied, "It's enough."
Qing Heng: "Tell us about the origin of this village."
The boy explained, "Our village is made up of members of the Mao family's side branch. Since we settled here, we haven't found anyone with the aptitude to practice cultivation in over twenty years, so we've become increasingly impoverished."
Jun Jianchou was puzzled: "Then why do you want the Demon Yuan Pill?"
Boy: "My father is the last qualified cultivator selected from our village. He is just injured. The Demon Yuan Pill can definitely cure him."
At the end of his speech, his voice was choked with sobs and his eyes were red. He secretly received guests in order to earn more money to buy medicine for his father.
Qing Heng: "I'm not sure if the Demon Yuan Pill can cure your father, but our team is out for training, and we have doctors and alchemists among us who can heal his injuries."
The boy knelt down with a thud: "Please, sir, take a look at my father. I, Mao Xiaoshu, will definitely repay you for saving my life in the future."
Qing Heng: "What are you going to give me in return? Not even ten Demon Yuan Pills?"
The boy whispered back, "I have Demon Yuan Pills, but only two."
As he spoke, he pulled out the hemp rope hanging around his neck, and found a small jade bottle the size of a thumb tied underneath. He raised his hands above his head, staring intently, as if he was reluctant to let go.
Qingheng waved his hand casually, and the small bottle fell into his hand. After opening it, he poured out the Demon Yuan Pill, played with one himself, and gave the other to Qiuqiu.
Qing Heng knew the ingredients at a glance: "How is it? There are only six kinds of magic plants."
Qiuqiu: "It would be best to have a pill recipe, it won't be difficult to refine." That means it can be refined.
Qing Heng turned around and replied to Mao Xiaoshu: "This is just an ordinary Demon Yuan Pill. It can only delay the disease. We need to see your father's condition first before we can determine whether it can be cured."
Mao Xiaoshu jumped up and said, "I'll take you to see Dad."
Qingheng and Qiuqiu were led by Mao Xiaoshu to the east room of the main house. As they approached the door, they smelled a foul odor. Qiuqiu knew without even looking at him that the wounds were rotten and poisonous. What kind of poison could leave a cultivator, especially a demon cultivator, bedridden and waiting to die?
Mao Xiaoshu pushed the door open shyly and walked to the bed. Under the gray-blue quilt was a thin middle-aged man. When he heard the noise, his eyes suddenly opened, and there was a sharpness in his eyes that he had not yet hidden.