Blood sacrifice of millions of zombies, I am a demon cultivator in the end times

The usually bustling Internal Affairs Hall has become deserted due to the sect war, with only some outer disciples looking for ideal missions.

Along the way, when the outer disciples saw him and saw the inner disciple clothes he was wearing, they unconsciously stepped aside and bowed their heads to show respect.

There were even fewer inner disciples, and Zheng Yi only saw two or three people along the way, all of whom were unfamiliar faces.

Each one of them was in a hurry, without stopping, and without any exchange of greetings with him.

After passing through the outer hall and walking into the inner hall, he was greeted by a wizened old deacon.

"Senior, this junior is the new inner disciple of the sect. This time I came to receive the inner sect's mission..."

"There are many things that I don't understand, and I hope that the deacon will not hesitate to teach me and give me some pointers."

While speaking, Zheng Yi turned his right hand, and a bag containing spiritual stones appeared in his hand, which was quietly handed forward to his hand.

"Um……"

The old deacon must have seen this kind of thing many times, and there was no sign of anything strange on his face.

Using a technique even more skillful than Zheng Yi's, he quietly put away the bag.

At the same time, his spiritual mind penetrated into the unsuspecting bag, and a kind smile immediately appeared on his face, making Zheng Yi even more pleasing to the eye.

Although it was just a casual exploration, the weight and quantity in the bag made him feel happy and satisfied.

He could feel the number of no less than thirty low-grade spiritual stones as soon as he got it.

"Huh? Not bad, not bad!"

Turning his hand and putting the bag in his arms, the old man had a smile on his face and looked at Zheng Yi taking the lead.

It’s just that it’s unclear whether the sentence ‘not bad, not bad’ is a comment on Zheng Yi himself or Lingshi’s filial piety.

"My surname is Zhang, and I am the deacon of the Internal Affairs Hall. I will be responsible for the task arrangements for this half month."

"What's your name?"

The deacon Lao Zhang's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he asked with a smile.

"Return to Deacon Zhang, junior Zheng Yi."

He took out the inner disciple token from his arms and handed it over. Deacon Zhang touched the token with the task list in his hand, and all of Zheng Yi's information was directly displayed on it.

After checking it slightly, Deacon Zhang's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that he is still a descendant of Elder Gongsun."

"Seeing that you have only joined the sect not long ago, you want to do your best for the sect so quickly. You are worthy of being a disciple of an old senior."

"I wonder which mission you are interested in when you come here this time?"

Deacon Lao Zhang didn't waste much words, but took people's money to help them eliminate disasters.

When he came to the Neiwu Hall, he casually gave him such a big gift. If Zheng Yi had no purpose, he wouldn't believe it.

People in the devil's path pay more attention to the survival of the fittest, so they are very straightforward in their behavior, and they are straightforward in appearance.

Since Deacon Lao Zhang collected the items, he did not hide them and just let Zheng Yi choose.

"This disciple is of humble strength and hopes to obtain a relatively safe garrison mission. I hope the deacon will fulfill my wish."

Zheng Yi naturally couldn't choose the task by himself, but explained his own needs.

If he was really the descendant of Elder Gongsun, he could still slap his face on his nose, but unfortunately he is not.

The more he pulls the strings and borrows Elder Gongsun's name now, the more trouble he will have in the future. If anyone thinks of asking Elder Gongsun for advice in person, the gain will outweigh the loss.

At the very least, he could not escape the crime of using Elder Gongsun's name to make profits for himself.

As for Deacon Lao Zhang, he made up his own mind and connected him with Elder Gongsun through some information in the inner disciple's token. This has nothing to do with him.

Sometimes it takes skill to use your own strength to fake the power of a tiger.

"Huh? Guarding mission, safe?"

Deacon Lao Zhang didn't think too much. He directly checked the mission list according to Zheng Yi's ideas, selected it for a long time, and finally confirmed the garrison mission of a small mine.

It was a small black iron concentrate vein three hundred miles away from the sect. The disciples stationed there expired this month and needed to be rotated. Originally, inner sect disciples who were at least the fifth or sixth level of Qi training had to be sent there.

But now the sect is in urgent need of manpower, and many of the best disciples from the inner sect have been sent to the front line. With Zheng Yi's current level of cultivation, he can barely be a substitute.

After all, things are ever-changing, and there’s nothing wrong with adapting to changing circumstances.

With the authority of Deacon Lao Zhang, the Lord can still do this.

Then he showed the mission information in front of Zheng Yi, and told Zheng Yi the requirements and precautions for garrisoning black iron concentrate.

Then looking at Zheng Yi, he said with great certainty.

"Although this place is desolate, there are no powerful forces around it. There is only a small family attached to the Soul Capture Sect and scattered cultivators. It is absolutely safe."

After receiving the information handed over by Deacon Lao Zhang, Zheng Yi looked at it carefully.

This is a small vein of black iron concentrate, with not much in stock. The reserves in it can only be mined for fifty or sixty years.

After years of mining, this vein of black iron concentrate has reached an advanced stage and will be abandoned within ten years at most.

There is only one Qi training family in the surrounding area, the Qi family.

In the early years, the Qi family had several strong men in the late stage of Qi training. However, an incident happened ten years ago, and the family was in civil strife. Several family monks in the late stage of Qi training died unexpectedly, and they fell into decline ever since.

Now, the Qi family's vitality is severely damaged. The strongest person is the current head of the family. He is on the sixth level of Qi training. The entire family is attached to the Soul Capture Sect and is considered the guardian family of the small black iron concentrate vein.

There are a few other independent cultivators around, but their strengths vary. There is nothing noteworthy about them.

These are all peripheral forces of the Soul-Snatching Sect.

An inner disciple in the middle stage of Qi training can suppress the situation. As long as the mining speed of black iron essence is kept stable and no trouble occurs, it will be fine.

"Okay."

Zheng Yi looked calm on the surface, but he was happy in his heart. The information displayed on it was exactly the environment he wanted.

A remote corner away from the attention of high-level cultivators is just right for him to hide secrets, grow up in secret, and stay away from the various complex relationships of the sect.

This black iron essence vein is super small, which is not easy to attract attention. Moreover, the surrounding environment is simple, there are no particularly difficult opponents, and no high-level cultivators go to such corners.

In addition, it is not far from the sect, and it is a vein that is about to be abandoned. Whether there are powerful forces around, there is no need to worry about his own safety.

All these fully meet Zheng Yi's own needs and requirements.

"Very good, as long as you are satisfied."

"This task has been recorded in your inner disciple token..."

"Since you have received the task, according to the rules of the Internal Affairs Hall, you need to rush to the Black Iron Mine Vein Station within ten days."

"The garrison time this time is two years. As for whether it needs to be extended or rotated later, it depends on the situation."

Deacon Lao Zhang was also very satisfied. He only assigned a garrison task and got dozens of low-grade spirit stones.

So he looked at Zheng Yi more and more favorably, and his attitude became more and more amiable.