Chapter 204
Zhengdao City.
It was already dawn.
Yuan Zichu was walking on the North-South Street.
He could see at a glance that most of the cultivators who had returned to Zhengdao City were gone.
Many people still had injuries.
I guess many of them were completely buried near the Great Divide.
Yuan Zichu sighed.
He guessed the importance and horror of the benefits, so he didn't fight for them.
So, he survived.
And because he was a Jindan-stage talisman master with good attainments, he always made friends with people, and few people had any thoughts about him.
Yuan Zichu came to Fuyun Teahouse and sat down.
But he found that there was some chaos in the teahouse.
After careful inquiry, he found that the owner of the teahouse also participated in the Great Divide Battle and died in an empty corner.
The teahouse today is temporarily maintained by several disciples of the original owner of the teahouse.
It looks normal on the surface, but in fact these people are also clamoring to divide the property.
Fuyun Teahouse has been established for nearly four hundred years and is a well-known old brand in Zhengdao City.
If the property is really divided, I am afraid that many old customers will be lost.
Yuan Zichu shook his head slightly and sat by the window drinking tea.
He practiced a unique secret method of spiritual awareness, which can hear other people's conversations.
The monks in this teahouse are talking about secrets in groups of three or five.
They just cover up the sound of the conversation a little, and they are not guarding against others like thieves.
Of course, if there is something secret, it is absolutely impossible to talk in the lobby of the teahouse. They must choose a private room to communicate privately.
Therefore, Yuan Zichu can hear the conversations of the monks around him.
Many monks talked about the experiences of their relatives and friends.
Only the conversation between two people aroused Yuan Zichu's interest.
"...That night was really terrible. As far as I know, the ancestors of the Bai family and the Qin family are missing. Only the ancestor of the Duan family escaped back to Zhengdao City, but it is said that he was also injured. I don't know whether it is serious or not."
"I heard that there are more than that! Miao Xin, the Yuanying monk of Tianyin Zen Temple, is also missing. However, Shangguan Hao of Haoran Sword Sect and Wei Ji of Yuhua Tiangong survived."
"Ah? So many Yuanying cultivators died. Who did it?"
A cultivator nearby joined the discussion.
"Of course it was Yun Zhongyu from the Samsara Sect! This person fought with Lei Mingyang, the ancestor of the Lei family, and forced Lei Mingyang to abandon his physical body and escape from the Yuanying!"
"That is the family property of a Yuanying cultivator. In order to save his life, he said he would give it up. Tsk, tsk, tsk, the horror of Yun Zhongyu is self-evident!"
The cultivators were all very impressed.
We cultivators should become as powerful as Yun Zhongyu!
Act without restraint! Do whatever you want!
Yuan Zichu drank a sip of tea, his face calm.
Ever since the Reincarnation Cult monks came to Zhengdao City, he knew that the fight for the Shenhua Cave Mansion must have come to a conclusion.
Yun Zhongyu has such amazing strength, it is normal for him to be the one who laughs last.
If he took the risk to participate in the fight for the spiritual objects in the Shenhua Cave Mansion, he would eventually become a dead soul under Yun Zhongyu's sword.
"No surprise... but the pattern of Zhengdao City is about to change."
"The Duan family will definitely swallow up the Bai family and the Qin family. Fortunately, I accepted the invitation of the Duan family and became the Duan family's worshiper."
Yuan Zichu sighed.
He almost took a wrong step at the beginning, because he chose the Bai family and the Qin family because of their generous gifts.
"Go back and draw the talisman, I won't listen anymore."
Yuan Zichu stood up and wanted to leave.
"Hehehe, although Yun Zhongyu is strong, there are still people who are stronger than him!"
"That person is the one who laughs last!"
A one-eyed monk drank the spiritual tea in the bowl and suddenly laughed strangely.
All the monks looked at him in surprise.
But this person kept drinking tea and didn't say anything.
It was obvious that he wanted to whet people's appetite.
"Fuck you, are you going to tell me?"
A monk stood up suddenly.
The aura of the late Jindan was revealed.
The tea in the mouth of the one-eyed monk almost choked himself.
He laughed awkwardly, "Hahaha... Don't blame me, I just whet your appetite a little bit..."
All the monks laughed in unison.
I thought he was some one-eyed tough guy.
I didn't expect him to be a coward.
Yuan Zichu also chuckled and listened attentively.
The one-eyed monk cleared his throat and immediately said, "It's nothing, you can ask the monks who participated in the battle that night."
"Yun Zhongyu of the Samsara Sect is indeed very strong, but he died at the hands of a Jindan monk!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Jindan late monk slammed the table.
His eyes widened as he stared at the one-eyed monk.
"Bullshit!"
"How could a Yuanying middle-stage monk from a dignified sixth-level sect die at the hands of a Jindan junior cultivator?"
"Are you kidding me?!"
The other monks also shouted.
"Yes! A Yuanying cultivator can crush any Jindan cultivator! Because a Yuanying cultivator possesses the essence of the Yuanying cultivator, which can greatly enhance the power of spells. Daoist friend, don't lie to me just because I'm young!"
"Except for a very few geniuses, very few people can kill a Yuanying cultivator with their Jindan cultivation. How could such geniuses appear in the battlefield outside the domain? They are all in various sects, being treated like the apple of their eye!"
Many people nodded in agreement.
The battlefield outside the domain is very dangerous.
Real geniuses rarely come here.
Of course, it is not ruled out that they want to experience some training, so they come to the outer battlefield.
But even so, they are protected by the sect monks.
Yun Zhongyu can be regarded as a genius, but not a genius.
Otherwise, he would not have to come to the outer battlefield to seek opportunities.
The one-eyed monk was stared at by so many people, and he felt a little scared.
He smiled bitterly, "Dear Taoist friends, what I said is absolutely true! I can swear to my heart that if I lie, I will be struck by lightning and I will never become a Yuanying in my life!"
The late Jindan monk sneered.
"What's the use of your oath of the inner demon? Most Jindan monks can never become Yuanying in their lifetime!"
"Why don't you swear that you can never become a Shenhua in your lifetime?"
The monks all laughed.
The one-eyed monk was helpless.
He thought to himself that what I said was absolutely true, why didn't anyone believe it.
Suddenly someone in the corner spoke up, "I can prove that what he said is true."
Everyone, including Yuan Zichu, looked over.
The late Jindan cultivator sneered, "Who do you think you are? You can prove it just by saying it..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the man's face clearly.
His words froze instantly.
He couldn't say anything.
After a while, he stammered, "Wei... Senior Wei, I spoke without thinking, please forgive me."
Wei Ji smiled, "It's okay, I'll be more careful in my next life."
He flicked his fingers.
A ray of spiritual light broke through the body.
It instantly penetrated the eyebrows of the late Jindan cultivator.
The latter's pupils quickly dilated, and he fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.
All the cultivators looked at Wei Ji in great fear.
Wei Ji then stood up and said calmly, "The one who killed Yun Zhongyu was Huikong, the Jindan monk of Jinlong Temple on Cangxuan Star."
"The sect has issued a bounty order. Anyone who has clues about Huikong will be rewarded with 50,000 small spiritual stones and three soul-breaking cones."
"If Huikong can be captured alive, there will be a reward of 150,000 small spiritual stones and a bottle of Yunshen Juice!"