Above the Immortal Cultivation

In an elegant room on the second floor, smoke curled up on the tea table. It was very light but exuded a strange fragrance, which made people feel refreshed. The interior decoration was rough and elegant, which showed that the owner must be a rough but meticulous person.

The monk with the bull head mask sat opposite Wang Lu. Wang Lu picked up a cup of green spiritual tea and drank it all. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good tea!"

"Daoyou have heard of Yunchaxuan. This is a sect specializing in spiritual tea. The spiritual tea produced by this sect is famous all over the world. This is a medium-sized sect in the eastern part of the Western Desert. I spent a lot of effort to get it. If you like it, I will ask someone to pack some for you later." The bull head monk said with a smile.

"Oh, that's it. Let's not talk about this for now. I don't know why you sent me a message. I don't seem to have any dealings with you. Besides, how did you know that I was refining pills?" Wang Lu looked at him intently, trying to see a clue from his masked eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, you are skilled and bold. I really admire you. At the previous trade fair, I believe you have seen that I am also the holder of the Golden Throne Order. Ha, do you remember the underground trade fair five years ago? Do you still remember the Four Directions Dingtian Cauldron?" The Bull-Headed Monk looked at Wang Lu and said meaningfully.

"Looking for death!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Lu was furious. A dazzling green light suddenly burst out from his arms, and then the whole room was filled with green.

In this completely unfamiliar northern border, anyone who knows his background or secretly investigates or follows him must die. Otherwise, with Mi Tianhua's current strength and his talisman-making skills, let him know of his existence. At that time, he raised his arm and called for countless people to work for him. Countless pursuits and assassinations swarmed in, and he became a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouted and beat him. He didn't even have time to escape, so how could he have time to practice alchemy and practice peacefully?

What he had to do was to kill people to silence them. He would rather kill thousands of people by mistake than let one go.

In less than two breaths, the green light dissipated, and the room fell into a dead silence.

However, Wang Lu knew that the other party was not killed by his sudden six-star arched moon blade, but used a very wonderful magical power to hide in the room.

"Humph, hiding and not coming out, then I will force you out." Wang Lu said lightly to the empty room.

As soon as the voice fell, a strong gust of wind rolled up in the room, the green light was diffused, and the sword energy emerged layer by layer. The whole room began to shake constantly even with the blessing of the formation.

"Daoyou, please wait, please listen to me finish my words!" The ox-faced monk did not expect Wang Lu to start a killing spree after a disagreement. He was shocked and could no longer control his body. He appeared and roared.

"Break!"

Like a tongue bursting with spring thunder, the whole room was violently shaken by the swarming cutting of the green blade silk, and it was possible to be shredded into ashes at any time.

Seeing this, the Ox-faced Monk knew he had to fight desperately. The opponent's magical power was too sharp. A formation plate broke through the air. He used both hands to instantly inject dozens of magic formulas into it, and the whole room was like a candle in the wind, flickering.

At the same time, he shouted again: "Don't you want to know the secret of why the Four-sided Dingtian Cauldron failed to make the elixir?"

He was in a hurry and his words were completely incoherent.

Wang Lu's eyes were stern, and the room was calm in an instant. The seven green dots were like seven tiny fireflies, chasing and playing around him happily, even in the bright and clean room, they were still so dazzling.

"Half-step spiritual treasure!"

The Ox-faced Monk saw Wang Lu's six-star arched moon blade that had shrunk a thousand times, and couldn't help shouting in surprise.

"You'd better not play any tricks, otherwise, you will be buried in the next moment," Wang Lu glanced at him casually, and then said, "Also, if you want to talk to me about something irrelevant, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Hey, fellow Taoist, both your temper and your murderous aura are very strong. I am about to kill someone before I finish my words. It seems that there is a great pressure in my heart...ah!" The bull-headed male cultivator felt something was wrong after seeing Wang Lu's unfriendly eyes, and quickly shut up.

"If you keep talking nonsense, you will die," Wang Lu stared at him and said, "Now, I ask you questions and you answer them. If you tell a lie, you will die!"

The bull-headed monk had no choice but to nod after feeling that Wang Lu was really serious.

"How do you know that I am the one who traded the Four Directions Dingtian Ding with you?"

"Except for this question, I answered the rest truthfully. I swear by my inner demon that if I have the slightest intention of persecuting you or leaking your information, I will be possessed by the demon and become a walking corpse! At the same time, I can also tell you a secret. As long as your cultivation breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, you will never be sensed by me even if you are close to me." The bull-headed monk swore with one hand pointing to the sky.

Strangely enough, as long as Wang Lu has not broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, he can sense within a radius of one million miles, but this person seems to be blinded by something. Once the distance exceeds 500 miles, he will lose the sense of him, which makes him very puzzled.

Wang Lu did not expect that his first question would make this person swear a great oath of the inner demon. Unless he kills him on the spot, he can only believe his words.

"How can you be sure that I will fail miserably in alchemy?"

The Bull-Headed Monk did not speak, but handed Wang Lu a jade slip.

Wang Lu scanned it with his spiritual sense, and was immediately filled with rage, almost killing him with one blow.

"Hmph, so that's how it is. I was wondering, with my hundreds of times of alchemy, why can't I make a pill once? I have to use special means to refine this tripod. No wonder I always feel a little weird when I collect the pill. I didn't expect you to have a trick up your sleeve." Wang Lu was about to burst out as he spoke. He worked hard day and night to make pills, but he didn't expect it to be ruined by the Four Directions Dingtian Ding.

"What do you mean, bribe me?"

Suddenly, the Bull-Headed Monk handed a storage bag to him, and Wang Lu once again put away the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade that was about to burst out.

He took the storage bag without hesitation, and after looking at it, the anger in his heart seemed to be covered by ice and snow, and it was extinguished in an instant, but he still asked coldly: "Why didn't you say it then, but now, what is your intention?"

"At that time, at that time, I stole this Four-sided Dingtian Ding from the family's secret vault. Hehe, I was guilty and careless. I didn't want to return to the family, and then I found that this Dingtian Ding needed to be refined, otherwise the failure rate of alchemy would be 100%. I also knew about this matter, so I came here again. Hey, I didn't expect to meet you again." The bull-headed monk scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

Wang Lu saw that he didn't look like he was pretending, and what puzzled him was that this person seemed like a child in front of him.

And his intuition also told him that this person had no intention of harming him, so he would be patient and listen to him finish.

So, Wang Lu finally smiled and said, "Okay, since you don't want to reveal your true face, I'll take my leave."

"Hey, see you later." The Bull-Headed Monk waved his hand at him.

"Goodbye!"

Wang Lu left with lingering confusion. He couldn't figure out what this person's background was, what his purpose was, and how he found him?

After Wang Lu left, the Bull-Headed Monk gently wiped his face, and he couldn't help but burst into a wanton, hearty laugh.

If Wang Lu were here, he would definitely have this question: I'm sure I've never seen this person before; but, strangely, he looks a little familiar?