Chapter 111: Not a Good Person

Immortal Pill.

There has been no exact definition since ancient times.

In the eyes of mortals, marrow cleansing pills, youth pills, and body-building pills can be called immortal pills.

For lower-level cultivators, realm-breaking pills, qi-gathering pills, and meridian-expanding pills can be called immortal pills.

At the level of spiritual cultivation, only elixirs made from at least immortal-level spiritual materials are qualified to be called immortal pills.

"Emperor Jingtai has a lot of money, so it's not surprising that he has immortal materials. He is devoted to prolonging his life. Would he be generous enough to give immortal pills to others?"

Zhou Yi was thinking, and the spiritual paper sent a reply from Sanwu.

—— I killed the great wizard Yanhe, and I have a little understanding of Taoism, so I plan to go into seclusion.

—— If there are banquets in the future, either turn them down for me, or the layman can go and eat and drink for free.

There are many banquets among spiritual cultivators.

Today, the City God got the immortal pill, and held an immortal pill appreciation meeting.

Tomorrow, the Earth God will succeed in refining treasures, and hold a treasure appraisal meeting.

The next day, the three enlightenment methods will be improved, and fellow Taoists will be invited to discuss Taoism.

The next day, the Dragon Lord's 10,000th concubine will give birth, and a dragon son banquet will be held...

People who practice Taoism also need to communicate, and banquets under various names are not much different from gatherings of mortals, except that the participants are of a higher level.

The generous initiator entertained with spiritual wine and spiritual objects, while the stingy directly declared that he would purify his cultivation mind and let everyone starve together.

Zhou Yi has only been condensing the Yin God for a short time, and he took a shortcut. This is the first time that the City God has invited him.

In the future, there will be many invitations from fellow Taoists, and Zhou Yi will be happy to participate.

"Does your majesty know about refining immortal pills?"

-What immortal pills are, they are the essence of blood condensed from the remains of the snake fairy. There is a trace of the pure yang breath of the snake fairy in the pill, which is beneficial to condensing the yang spirit, and it can barely be called an immortal pill.

"I see..."

Zhou Yi was immediately disappointed with the so-called immortal pill.

The snake fairy Liu Hengmei used the Heavenly Demon Pearl to bite back the inner demon, and the body he occupied was that of a warrior monk.

The body of the Basnake demon was formed by the Yuanshen gathering the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth. The real body was still sealed in the Jinguang Temple, so there was no blood essence to refine.

——Such elixirs are useless to you and me. The right way is to write the Monster Hunting Record!

Zhou Yi drew a "happy" expression and sent it over.

"The Monster Hunting Record is about to be completed, and I will definitely leave a special edition for you."

——I am looking forward to it! What does this painting mean?

"I call it an expression... It means using a picture to express my current mood."

——Interesting, I will send one too!

Then Sanwu sent a smiling expression.

"..."

Zhou Yi's face froze, and the chat ended here.

……

The fifteenth day of the month.

On the night of the full moon, the Yin Qi of heaven and earth is the heaviest.

Zhou Yi came to the outside of the Luojing City God Temple, and there were already Yin messengers waiting outside.

"I'll wait here. Another friend is coming."

After a while, Zhang Cheng appeared. He also received an invitation from the City God.

There are not many cultivators in the Spirit Refining Realm in Luojing, but Zhang Cheng is one of the most important figures.

When the ghost saw Zhang Cheng, his face was bitter. He bowed and said, "Master Zhang, why are you not in Chunfeng Tower today?"

"You old ghost, you are too stingy!"

Zhang Cheng snorted, "It's just picking up a few wisps of incense. King Mingling didn't say anything."

"Please, please, please!"

The ghost was helpless. Among all the masters of the Spirit Refining Realm in Luojing, Zhang Cheng was the only one who could pick up incense in the underworld.

"Brother Zhang is famous!"

Zhou Yi stepped into the City God Temple. The void twisted, as if a layer of paper had been pierced.

There was a slight sense of falling, and he stepped into the underworld in an instant.

The gloomy and ghostly atmosphere was not much different from the City God Temple on the ground, as if it was a replica reflection.

It is not known whether the underworld reflects the City God Temple on the surface, or someone has stepped into the underworld and built the City God Temple based on the underworld.

Zhou Yi looked up at the sky, but there was no moon, and the gray mist covered the sky.

His eyes flashed with a light, and he looked outside the City God Temple. There was a ghost leading the ghosts to the river in the distance.

The river water was blood-yellow, and the ghosts jumped into the river one by one, rushing to where they were going.

Zhou Yi asked: "What is the name of that river?"

"Mr. Zhou, this is the Wangchuan River that connects the underworld to the world. There is also this river in the underworld outside Yunzhou."

The ghost knew that Zhou Yi was here for the first time, and took the initiative to introduce: "The ghosts flow freely along the river. When the karma on their bodies is washed away, they can leave Wangchuan and reincarnate."

"There is also Wangchuan River..."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Passing through the various halls of the City God, I came to the main hall. There were already more than 20 people, all of whom were masters of the upper third rank.

Luojing gathers the essence of Yunzhou, which is far from the remoteness of Yizhou.

The City God of Luojing has ruled the underworld for hundreds of years. He is the head of the big city gods and has many friendships with the masters of the spirit refining in Beijing.

In this way, a pill appreciation meeting of not too big or small can invite dozens of spirit refining cultivators. However, most of the people in the hall are of the third rank, with few of the second rank, and even fewer of the first rank.

Zhou Yi didn't know anyone. He was a newbie in the spirit refining realm and followed Zhang Cheng to make himself familiar.

Zhang Cheng greeted everyone along the way, and at the same time transmitted to Zhou Yi who this person was, his cultivation background, and then added a comment.

"...This guy has a dark heart, don't make close friends with him!"

"...This guy is extremely cunning, thinking of conspiracies all day long!"

"...This guy is not a good person, he married a beautiful wife at the age of hundreds!"

"...This guy is extremely bad, he does things by any means necessary!"

"..."

Zhou Yi couldn't help but ask in a voice transmission: "Brother Zhang, there are no good people here!"

"People over 200 years old are either deep or bad!"

Zhang Cheng said this, still smiling and greeting, and even went up to chat for a few words, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"Old Zhang, come here."

The person who spoke was a little female beggar, with a crisp voice.

Zhang Cheng's face froze, and he turned around helplessly: "Friend Hong, long time no see!"

Hong Yue snorted coldly: "I went to the villa to look for you several times, but I couldn't see you. I don't know which vixen you are looking for."

"Busy work, busy work!"

Zhang Cheng didn't go around, and found a seat next to him.

This was the first time Zhou Yi saw Old Zhang being humiliated, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Is this the new Friend Zhou Dao?"

Hong Yue said: "I am Hong Yue, the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect."

"Zhou Yi, a casual cultivator."

Zhou Yi sensed Hong Yue's aura, which was somewhat similar to the old beggar he had seen before.

"Really a casual cultivator? Come to the Beggars' Sect, you are also the deputy leader!"

Zhou Yi smiled and shook his head. He had no shortage of resources for cultivation, and many skills, and he was free and easy alone.

The hall was full of spiritual cultivators, accompanied by the chief officers of the 24 divisions of the City God, and they had many common topics.

The two most discussed things were both related to war.

One was that the war in the northern border was initially settled. General Gongsun destroyed dozens of tribes in the northern Rong, killed a first-class wizard in battle, and frightened away the White Lotus Saint Envoy and the Yaksha Demon Lord. He will go to Beijing to offer captives soon, and the court newspaper has been announcing it for several days.

The second thing was that the King of Yan was assassinated by the White Lotus Demon on his way back to his fiefdom and was seriously injured. It was said that he was the remnant of Bodhi County.

"Mr. Fan, who is beside His Royal Highness the King of Yan, is the former president of the Bailu Academy in Jiangzhou, and Mr. Qin is also traveling with him."

An old Buddhist monk frowned and said worriedly: "This can seriously injure the King of Yan. The White Lotus Demon is so rampant! It must be reported to His Majesty and a thorough investigation of the hidden demons in Luozhou..."

If Zhou Yi didn't know the truth of the matter and saw everyone laughing strangely, he would really believe that the old monk was worried about the country and the people.

Zhou Yi witnessed the assassination of King Yan with his own eyes, and it was just like a child's play.

Several warriors who shouted the White Lotus slogan used their divine power to break through dozens of Qi training masters, and pierced the chest of King Yan under the watchful eyes of Qin Qiong and Fan Wujiu.