Chapter 52 "Blood Feud"

"You know it's an unkind invitation, but you still say it?"

Su Ming smiled and was ready to reject Zhang Ning.

With the opponent's current cultivation level, what he wants to do to him, a foundation-building monk, is nothing more than trying to break through the foundation-building bottleneck before he turns sixty.

It's just that Zhang Ning's energy and blood are now depleted, and the cost of helping him make up for the loss of energy and blood is not small.

And without the assistance of the Foundation Building Pill, with Zhang Ning's pseudo-spiritual qualifications, the success rate of passing through the Foundation Building is at most 10%, which is not worth investing at all.

The two of them were acquaintances at most, but not much friends with each other. How could Su Ming do such a loss-making business?

As if realizing that his words were inappropriate, Zhang Ning hurriedly spoke again:

"Now that my energy and blood are withered, I have given up all thoughts of attacking the foundation. I just want to ask my uncle to avenge the blood feud between me and Junior Brother Hu!"

Feeling the despair in Zhang Ning's tone, Su Ming's eyes flashed with surprise.

According to Zhang Ning's performance when he was practicing in the sect, he was also a very determined person in seeking the truth. How could he be as frustrated as Zhou Xun was and give up on practice?

It seems that what happened in the past sixteen years has completely smoothed Zhang Ning's "edges", and even the other party's Taoist heart has been completely broken.

"Master Nephew Zhang overestimates me. It only takes a few years for me to break through the foundation building stage. I am also in danger on this frontline battlefield. Even if I want to help you, I am powerless!"

Su Ming lamented that Zhang Ning's heart was dusty, but he had no intention of agreeing to it.

Zhang Ning's target for revenge is obviously the foundation-building monks of the Hehuan Sect. If he is a monk in the Qi Refining Stage, there is no need for the other party to find Su Ming.

After saying that, Su Ming raised his hand and gave Zhang Ningman a cup of spiritual tea. The intention of seeing him off was already obvious.

Seeing this, Zhang Ning didn't seem to see what Su Ming meant. He gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Su, have you ever heard of Hundred Years Spirit Milk?"

Um?

A trace of surprise flashed across Su Ming's face, he looked at Zhang Ning solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "Listen to Master Nephew Zhang, do you have a hundred-year spirit milk in your hand?"

Hundred-year-old milk is a second-level treasure of heaven and earth. Just like its name, it needs to be nurtured in special terrain for hundreds of years to form. The conditions are extremely harsh and the yield is extremely low.

The spiritual power contained in the spiritual milk is extremely pure and gentle, and can be directly absorbed by monks. Only one drop is needed to restore all the mana of a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment.

If it has been gestated for a thousand years, it will be a third-level spiritual object. If it is a ten thousand-year spiritual milk, it will be a rare treasure that even the Nascent Soul Lord will fight for.

In the battle between monks in the later stages of foundation building, a drop of Centennial Milk can completely turn the tide of the battle.

Now, when Zhang Ning, an eighth-level qi-refining monk, said that he had a hundred-year spiritual milk, Su Ming couldn't help but find it incredible.

"Uncle, please look at this!"

Seeing that Su Ming did not kick him out directly, Zhang Ning looked happy and quickly took out a small jade bottle from his storage bag and handed it to Su Ming respectfully.

Su Ming was not polite, took the jade bottle and opened it, and immediately smelled a faint fragrance.

With a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he recognized the characteristics of the spiritual objects recorded in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and recognized that the object was indeed a century-old spiritual milk, but it seemed to have been diluted. The current bottle did not contain even half a drop.

As if sensing that Su Ming was moved, Zhang Ning quickly struck while the iron was hot:

"This thing was acquired by my nephew by chance. If Master Su is willing to help, my nephew is willing to tell Uncle Su about the birthplace of the century-old spirit milk!"

Hearing this, Su Ming was shocked.

Zhang Ning is actually so lucky to be able to discover the birthplace of the Hundred Years Spirit Milk? !

"Tell me first who the other party is?"

Su Ming had to admit that he was a little moved.

If Zhang Ning's enemy is a monk in the early stage of foundation building, then there is a lot of potential for this matter. After all, he came to Shiqing City to hunt down the monks of the Hehuan Sect and help him avenge himself.

If he was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, then Su Ming would have to think twice and make plans after determining the strength of both parties.

If he was a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk, then Su Ming could only ask Zhang Ning, can this hatred be slowed down?

Let’s wait until he breaks through to the middle stage of foundation building in twenty years.

Of course, the premise is that the war has not ended at that time, and no matter how rare the century-old spiritual milk is, Su Ming cannot risk sneaking into Yuzhou to kill the foundation-building monks of the Hehuan Sect.

Hearing Su Ming relent, Zhang Ning's face showed excitement, and in a few words, he told him the information about the foundation-building monk from the Hehuan Sect.

Pang Xuan.

A monk in the early stage of foundation building of the Hehuan Sect, practicing wood attribute techniques.

Hu Wei was casually beheaded by the opponent back then. Zhang Ning managed to escape from the opponent's hands by using the magic secret technique, but he ended up with his energy and blood exhausted and his path cut off.

When mentioning this person, the hatred in Zhang Ning's tone was undisguised.

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After learning the name of Zhang Ning's enemy, Su Ming compared the information given by He Ru and found that the cultivation and skills were indeed consistent.

However, according to the information in Su Ming's hands, Pang Xuan was a member of the Hehuan Sect's Jindan family, and he had a low-grade spiritual weapon in his hand to protect himself.

With Su Ming's strength, if Pang Xuan was alone, he would have a good chance of killing the opponent.

"With the value of the century-old spirit milk, the monks in the late stage of foundation building in the sect will also be moved. Why did you choose Su?"

Su Ming's eyes fluctuated and he stared into Zhang Ning's eyes and asked.

"Master Su Mingjian, I don't know Master Ji Zhu at all in the sect. If I hadn't known Master Su in the early years, I probably wouldn't have been able to make up my mind to tell the story about the Centennial Spirit Milk!"

There was a trace of bitterness on Zhang Ning's face and his tone was heavy.

Having said this, Su Ming already made a decision in his heart.

"Su can help with this matter, but nephew Zhang must first tell me the whereabouts of the hundred-year-old spiritual milk, otherwise we should ask for help from someone else..."

After saying that, Su Ming took a sip of the ebony spiritual tea, and did not urge Zhang Ning, giving him some time to think.

After listening to Su Ming's "conditions", Zhang Ning fell silent for a while, with a tangled look on his face, and seemed to be weighing the pros and cons in his heart.

"Then do as Uncle Master said, and I hope Uncle Master will not break his promise!" Zhang Ning gritted his teeth and finally agreed.

"Of course, Su has always kept his word!"

Su Ming nodded with satisfaction, with a smile on his face.

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After a cup of tea, Zhang Ning stood up and said goodbye, walking out of the cave.

At this moment, Su Ming suddenly said:

"Has nephew Zhang really given up on building his foundation?"

"If nephew is willing, Su can find a way to make up for your deficiency of blood and qi, and give you a foundation-building pill as a reward for the information of the hundred-year-old spiritual milk."

"As for revenge, nephew can make his own decision after successfully building his foundation, so there is no rush..."

Hearing Su Ming's words, Zhang Ning's footsteps stopped instantly.

After a moment, Zhang Ning turned around and said seriously: "If this revenge is not avenged, nephew's Taoism will be unstable, so how can we talk about building a foundation!"

After speaking, Zhang Ning bowed and disappeared in the cave.

When Zhang Ning left the cave, Su Ming raised his hand and waved, reopening the cave's restrictions to isolate the inside and outside.

"You don't even want the foundation-building pill..."

"It's really a 'blood feud'!"

Su Ming sat in front of the stone table, looking at the small jade bottle on the stone table, and his faint voice echoed in the cave.

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