Chapter 15: 30 Years

"Purgatory Palm, a direct lineage of the Northern Demon Cult, it is your honor to die under this magic skill."

Jiang Chen glanced at Wang Feng, the steward in Tsing Yi, who was already dead and couldn't die any more, and said sarcastically.

The Purgatory Palm is a magic art inherited from the Northern Demon Cult. Those who are recruited will be inflicted with intense pain, and their bodies will even appear abnormally scorched, as if they have been burned by the fire of purgatory.

Of course, with Jiang Chen's cultivation at the fourth level of the Divine Sea Realm, he is several realms higher than Wang Feng's, and he has a great Purgatory Palm, which is enough for Wang Feng to easily burn him when he can't feel the pain. Not even scum is left.

The reason why he didn't do this was to leave Wang Feng's body behind and use it to mislead the disciples of the Law Enforcing Hall in the direction of their investigation.

Otherwise, Jiang Chen would have beaten Wang Feng to the point that there was not even ashes left.

In the end, Jiang Chen checked the scene carefully, and after finding nothing wrong, he set off a ball of flames and left at top speed.

Just now when he used Purgatory Palm, the aura of magic power has exploded and leaked out, which must have aroused the reaction of the clan protection formation.

I believe it won't be long before disciples from the sect's law enforcement team will come to investigate.

Sure enough, it was about the same as Jiang Chen expected.

A moment later, a group of law enforcement disciples of the Skyfire Sect dressed in black robes rushed to Fang Yuan's closed-door retreat in a menacing manner.

The leader is none other than Feng Changqing, the grandson of Feng Wannian, the elder of the alchemy hall.

At a young age, he is already at the second level of the Divine Sea, and the true biography of the Zongmen ranks fifth, a young man full of emperors.

He himself is plump and handsome, with a chiseled face, full of masculinity and vitality, which makes people feel good at first sight.

"Purgatory Palm, it seems that there was indeed a fish that slipped through the net last time, no wonder that guy didn't say anything about his death."

Feng Changqing could tell at a glance that the person who was killed died under the purgatory palm of the true cultivation method of the Northern Devil's Cult.

Moreover, judging by the appearance of the corpse, the murderer, Purgatory Palm, was already at the top of his game. He was definitely an inner disciple of the Northern Devil's Cult, and he might be the elite of the Killing God Hall.

The person who was caught before was probably just to cover this person.

"Leave two people here to investigate the identity of this person, and at the same time summon the sect, open the four-way array, strictly guard the sect everywhere, and beware of the conspiracy of the devil."

"The others followed me and continued to chase. The devil thief must not have gone far."

Feng Changqing thought about it for a moment and immediately gave the order, while he himself led the rest of the law enforcement disciples and traced the traces deliberately left by Jiang Chen towards the west area of ​​the Zongmen.

Of course, they definitely couldn't find anything.

At this time, Jiang Chen, the instigator of all this, has returned to the Hall of Fireworks.

He has cleaned up all traces, and it is impossible for anyone to track him down.

Sure enough, in the end, Feng Changqing and the others had nothing to gain, and the traces they followed disappeared when they reached the Yanjing Mine.

As a result, the sect was very tense for a while, and the scale and frequency of inspections by law enforcement disciples increased significantly.

This also made Jiang Chen do one less thing every day. Before the matter faded, he didn't have to go to the Molten Field to practice. Who knows if there are law enforcement disciples lurking there, waiting for him to take the bait.

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Wang Feng died, and this time the sect quickly dispatched a new student in charge and a new handyman.

His surname is Zheng and his first name is Yun. He is a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and unkempt appearance. He doesn't look like a practitioner at all.

With a depressed face, it is obvious that he is also a depressed person.

After this person came to the Fireworks Palace, it seemed that he had completely given up on life.

Every day, I use alcohol to drown my sorrows, either drinking or on the way to drink.

Guanshi Zheng is obviously a man with a story.

Drinking all day long, Manager Zheng has no intention of managing the affairs of the Huogong Palace, and is more lax than when Wang Feng was there.

Jiang Chen was also so happy, it was even better for him.

Because of Wang Feng's matter, Jiang Chen became more cautious.

However, one day later, Jiang Chen inadvertently revealed in front of Zheng Yun that he had eaten a spirit herb.

And finally confirmed by Zheng Yun, what Jiang Chen ate was a sun grass.

Sungrass is a rare spiritual herb, which is very effective for body refining, enough to make people have a great resistance to fire poison, but it has almost no effect on cultivation.

Everyone also lamented that this handyman disciple was lucky, and the attention to him gradually disappeared.

Time should not be wasted for anyone, and a handyman who is a little lucky does not deserve their excessive attention.

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The days passed by like this day by day,

Winter goes to spring,

Snow disappears and rain is born.

In the blink of an eye, it has been Jiang Chen's 30th year since he came to Tianhuozong.

He has also become the handyman who has worked the longest in the entire firework palace.

And his cultivation has already reached the eighth level of the Divine Sea Realm, surpassing most of the deacons in the sect.

Because Jiang Chen has been working the longest, and his ability is also very strong, he has done all the tasks in an orderly manner, and there has not been a single mistake.

After the death of other firework disciples, Zheng Guanshi did not continue to apply for new handymen from the sect, so Jiang Chen took over the maintenance work of the entire sect's Fire Gathering Spirit Formation.

Now in the Huogong Palace, there are only him as a handyman and Zheng Yun as the steward.

"Old Zheng, I'm going out. You should drink less yourself. When you are old, you will be old. If you drink again, your body will collapse."

On a new day, Fang Yuan put the fire spirit stone into a storage bag, and then said casually while looking at Guanshi Zheng who was drinking by himself in the yard.

Zheng Yun is the fifth heaven of Shenhai, with a lifespan of three hundred years.

He is only less than seventy years old now, which is equivalent to just entering the prime of life.

Nearly 30 years of getting along, especially the past 20 years, the two of them are the only ones in the entire Huogong Temple, so even if they don't communicate much, they have become friends.

The storage bag on Jiang Chen's body was given to him by Manager Zheng.

After all, he is now responsible for the maintenance of the entire sect's fire-gathering spirit array. With just two hands, there is no way to bring all the spirit stones at once.

Although Jiang Chen could easily carry all the spirit stones without a storage bag, but that would inevitably require the use of mana, which was not in line with his personality as a pyrotechnic handyman.

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Jiang Chen walked out of the firework hall and looked up at the sun in the sky.

Then he took out a dice and threw it into the air, then easily caught it, glanced at the number on it, and determined which area to start today.

If there are experts in the sect who carefully examine the dice, they will be shocked from ear to ear.

Because this seemingly ordinary dice turned out to be a spirit weapon with twenty-one layers of restriction.

In this world, practitioners often use suitable magical weapons and spiritual weapons in addition to their own cultivation.

Mortal weapons, even magical weapons, cannot carry the aura and mana of a monk, only magical weapons and spiritual weapons can carry it.

The power of a magic weapon is measured by the number of layers of restriction. The more restrictions, the stronger the power.

Every twelve floors of the restriction is a watershed, starting from the lowest magic weapon to the highest spirit treasure.

The dice in Jiang Chen's hand was refined in his spare time, and it is a spiritual weapon with twenty-one layers of restriction.

With the sign-in system, Jiang Chen naturally obtained the Artifact Refining Technique.

The magic weapon is rare and the value is quite expensive.

In Tianhuo Sect, except for those disciples with rich wealth, most of the ordinary inner disciples don't have many magical weapons at all, let alone spiritual weapons that are restricted by the 21st level.

An ordinary disciple got a magic weapon, and it was too late to take good care of it.

And Jiang Chen,

But he played with this magic weapon like a toy.

After all, he thought he was a master craftsman!