Name: Zhao Chonghe (Zhao Sheng)
Lifespan: 114/167
Realm: Sixth level of foundation building
Occupation: Second-level Talisman Master
Constitution: Four Spiritual Roots (Yellow Level), Primary Self-Healing (Ordinary Level)
Talents: Sniffing (yellow level), Bullet Time (yellow level), Hand of Rock (mortal level),
[Skill]
Skills: Xuanyuan Heavy Water Secret (Great Completion), Blood Soul Sutra (Blood Melting Chapter, Great Completion), Talisman Stacking Technique (Great Completion, Thirty-three Stacks)
Spells: God-Slaying Sword (Great Mastery), Light-Splitting Sword (Great Mastery), Blood Escape (Great Mastery), Nine Dragons' Chant (Minor Mastery), Mysterious Spirit Puppet (Minor Mastery), Water Mine (Great Mastery), Icefall (Mastery)...
Talisman Making: Blood Refining Talisman (Perfection), Blood Melting Talisman (Great Mastery), Blood Escape Talisman (Great Mastery), Wanjun Talisman (Great Mastery), Flowing Cloud Sword Talisman (Exquisite Mastery), Soul-Concentrating Talisman (Great Mastery), Sweet Rain Talisman (Great Mastery), Phantom Escape Talisman (Great Mastery)...
Looking at the data on the panel, Zhao Sheng pondered in silence.
Although he has been very restrained over the years, he still consumed twenty-nine years of his life in order to improve his cultivation.
After putting away his personal panel, Zhao Sheng stood up and paced back and forth in the quiet room, thinking about the situation of Guiyuan Sect in recent years.
After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that Guiyuan Sect seemed to have become a powder keg that was about to explode.
Where there are people, there are conflicts of interest!
In the past, because the development was too rapid and the cake was big enough, the conflicts within Guiyuan Sect were temporarily suppressed.
However, in recent years, due to infringing the interests of too many forces, Guiyuan Sect has been resisted by all surrounding forces, and the speed of its expansion has dropped sharply.
Because of this, many conflicts that had been suppressed in the clan began to rapidly intensify.
The world only sees the prosperous situation of Guiyuan Sect, but does not know that there are undercurrents surging within it.
Now this powder keg is about to explode, all it needs is a fuse.
After years of observation, Zhao Sheng felt that the fuse was—
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, there was a violent knock on the door of the quiet room, followed by a panicked cry from outside:
"Master, Master! Please come out quickly!"
Zhao Sheng frowned and suddenly appeared at the door.
When I opened the door, I saw a beautiful middle-aged woman with tear marks on her face standing at the door.
"Master, my grandpa is sobbing!"
Zhao Sheng said in a deep voice: "Ling'er, please speak slowly. What happened to your grandfather?"
Wei Ling said in a panic, "My grandfather suddenly fainted this morning and is dying!"
"Where is your grandpa? Take me to see him!"
Wei Ling quickly wiped away her tears and took Zhao Sheng to Lingyun Courtyard.
Soon, the two arrived at the backyard of Lingyun Courtyard.
At this time, the backyard was full of Qi-refining disciples wearing red robes.
They looked extremely terrified and gathered in front of the main room in the north of the courtyard, but no one dared to step inside.
Seeing that it was Zhao Sheng who came, everyone bowed and saluted.
Zhao Sheng ignored these customs and went straight into the inner room.
When Zhao Sheng saw Wei Youquan lying on the bed again, his expression changed.
The man who was fine a few days ago is now emaciated. Not only have his hair, beard and teeth all fallen out, but his exposed skin is also wrinkled like chicken skin and covered with black spots. There is also a stench of corpse emanating from his body.
"Anemia!"
Zhao Sheng's heart sank, knowing that Wei Youquan's time was up and there was no hope for him.
Anemia is a terminal disease that has only appeared in recent years.
It is very similar to the Five Decays of Heaven and Earth, and anyone who is struck by it will undoubtedly die. Therefore, cultivators of immortality fear it like a tiger and turn pale at the mere mention of it.
The Guiyuan Sect is the hardest hit area by anemia.
In recent years, as many as eleven foundation-building cultivators in Guiyuan Sect have died from this terminal illness.
As for the Qi Refining disciples, there are even more.
The reason why Zhao Sheng believed that Guiyuan Sect had become a powder keg was that blood deficiency was undoubtedly the most obvious sign.
Based on his own experience, Zhao Sheng dared to conclude that people who died of anemia must have had their lifespan exhausted.
The "Blood Soul Sutra" is extremely evil and cannot be detected at ordinary times. Only before death will the hidden dangers of the practice suddenly erupt.
There is no shortage of smart people in the world of cultivating immortals, and someone must have discovered the connection between the "Blood Soul Sutra" and blood deficiency disease.
Although he didn't know when this secret would be revealed, Zhao Sheng knew that the day it was made public, Guiyuan Sect would become the target of public criticism.
Zhao Sheng walked to the bedside, and Wei Ling asked in panic, "Master, can Grandpa be saved?"
Zhao Sheng's spiritual sense penetrated into Wei Youquan's body and found that his blood had dried up, his internal organs were rapidly rotting, and his bones were gradually melting away.
Zhao Sheng shook his head and said regretfully, "Your grandfather has anemia! There's no cure."
When Wei Ling heard that it was anemia, she fainted from fright.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand to release a stream of spiritual power, which shot into Wei Ling's forehead, temporarily blocking his five senses.
Then, Zhao Sheng waved his long sleeves, and a barrier talisman flew out quickly and turned into ashes in an instant.
In a blink of an eye, an invisible barrier rose from the room, temporarily blocking the outside world's view.
After doing all this, Zhao Sheng took a step forward and scanned Wei You's body inch by inch with his spiritual sense, not missing any place that was wrong.
A few years ago, he had examined the bodies of some Qi-refining disciples who had died of anemia, but found nothing strange.
Guiyuan Sect would always come to the door of the foundation-building cultivator who died of blood abscess and take away the body very quickly, so he never had the chance to investigate.
Now the opportunity has finally come!
From head to toe, Zhao Sheng used his spiritual sense to scan three times in a row.
Um?
He felt very strange, as Wei Youquan's body seemed to be no different from those of the Qi Refining disciples.
But there is one thing…
Zhao Sheng bent down, put his face close to Wei Youquan's body, and sniffed it carefully.
suddenly,
Zhao Sheng's face lit up with joy.
He smelled a strange smell of blood emanating from Wei Youquan's seven orifices.
This bloody smell is extremely similar to the smell of a corpse. Ordinary people cannot detect it, but it cannot be hidden from his nose.
Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand and pressed down Wei Youquan's head, and streams of pure spiritual energy seeped into his seven orifices.
Soon, Zhao Sheng made a big discovery.
Deep in Wei Youquan's purple palace, a blood pill appeared, which was red, round like a pearl, and about an inch in size.
The blood pill seemed real and illusory, and an expressionless and lifeless face appeared on its surface from time to time.
This face is very familiar, who else could it be but Wei Youquan.
When Zhao Sheng saw this scene, his heart was shocked.
In an instant, he suddenly recalled the strange thing that happened on Tianzhu Mountain decades ago.
The strange blood stains, the strange face on the stone tablet, and the strange blood pill that gave birth to Wei You's full face!
What is the connection between the three?
Just as Zhao Sheng's heart was filled with shock, the door was suddenly kicked open, and then a beam of blood flew in, instantly shattering the barrier.
Zhao Sheng turned around abruptly and looked outside.
Just at this moment, two men in black robes and hoods walked in from outside.
When Zhao Sheng saw the two figures, his face changed and he thought to himself: "They came so fast!"
He didn't know the two men in black robes, but he was very familiar with their identities.
These two people are the corpse collectors of Guiyuan Sect, who are specifically responsible for collecting the corpses of foundation-building monks and bringing them back to Guiyuan Sect for burial.