Fortune Teller

"How great the Eight-Eyed True Master is. His methods are far beyond my ability to understand. I'd better continue practicing!"

Gu Xiuyun closed his eyes and continued to comprehend the Lost Light Escape and the Lichen Escape.

…

Secret world.

Uncle Qi was dressed in coarse linen clothes and was hiding in a run-down village. Except for the elderly, there were almost no mortals in the village.

"More than ten days have passed since the three-month period, and I don't know whether the disciples sent by the sect are dead or alive?" Uncle Qi frowned.

At this moment, he didn't have any spiritual power in his body. From a distance, he looked just like a mortal.

Just as Uncle Qi was thinking, a flying boat suddenly landed.

Two Jintai priests walked out of the flying boat and walked towards the village.

"All villagers come out for routine search." One of the Jintai priests shouted.

Uncle Qi sighed, gathered with the villagers, and walked to the Jintai priest.

After a while, the Jintai priest left with satisfaction, and Uncle Qi returned to the courtyard.

"Looking at the situation, the second batch of disciples also died. I wonder if the sect sent elders into the secret realm?" Uncle Qi looked at the sky blankly.

If even the strong men in the Douxiao Realm were ambushed by the Divine Cult, then the sect would most likely give up on this spiritual cave.

After all, the weak water sect and the strong ones from the Li Kong sect are not cabbage. The disciples of the Kai Pulse Realm can abandon them at will, but the Douxiao Realm still needs to be considered.

The earth was dark, with only a few candles looming in the village, emitting a dim light.

At this moment, Master Qi's body trembled suddenly, and he saw a finger appear out of thin air outside the window sill.

The fingers were crystal clear, as if they were carved from beautiful jade.

Although there is only one finger, the aura it exudes is exceptionally pure and strong. This is an aura that only those in the Douxiao realm can possess.

"I wonder which senior it is?" Master Qi asked tentatively.

"Ahem," a voice came from the finger, "You set the mark outside the village, right? Now of the two major sects, I'm afraid you and I are the only ones left alive!"

"Who is the senior?" Uncle Qi frowned.

"I am an elder of the Li Kong Sect, and my Taoist name is Fusong."

"Elder Fusong!" Uncle Qi looked shocked and quickly knelt down on the ground, "Zhen Hong, a disciple of the Weak Water Sect, has met the elder."

"Get up, no need to be polite."

"Elder, why did you become like this?" Uncle Qi asked.

"Of course it was caused by an ambush by the Divine Cult," a sigh came from the finger, "Zhenhong, do you have a pill to restore your spiritual power? My injury is too serious, so I need to use pills to heal my wounds."

"Junior still has some left, but..."

Uncle Qi looked troubled. Those pills were originally reserved for him to restore his spiritual power. What would he do if they were given to Elder Fusong?

"Zhenhong, don't worry. After I recover from my injury, I will definitely report this matter to the sect and record a great merit for you." Elder Fusong said solemnly.

Uncle Qi still frowned.

What use does Li Kongmen’s great achievements have to him?

He is a disciple of the Weak Water Sect.

If the person in front of him was the Elder of the Weak Water Sect, Uncle Qi would definitely offer the elixir without saying a word. However, Li Kongmen and the Weak Water Sect have been fighting openly and secretly for countless years. If Elder Fusong is saved, the Weak Water Sect will not only receive no reward, but will also receive the elixir. Down with punishment.

Seeing Uncle Qi motionless, a voice came from his fingers again, "Well, I have a treasure in my hand. As long as you offer the elixir, I will give it to you and swear an oath to never embarrass you, nor will I Force you to hand over the treasure."

"Treasure?" Uncle Qi's eyes lit up, "What treasure?"

"True Soul Stone, have you ever heard of it."

"True Soul Stone!" Uncle Qi exclaimed, "Is it the legendary True Soul Stone that can condense the true soul and cultivate distraction?"

"Yes, with this treasure, the Weoshui Sect will definitely reward you heavily when you return to the sect." Elder Fusong said.

"True Soul Stone..."

Uncle Qi's expression changed.

Now that all the strong weak water sects have fallen, he is left in the secret world, with no use except to survive.

If you get the true soul stone and return to the sect in the future, you can use it to claim credit.

Thinking of this, Uncle Qi showed emotion.

"Zhenhong, if you don't believe it, I will make an oath now." Elder Fusong was so shrewd. Seeing Uncle Qi's expression, he knew that he was tempted and immediately made an oath.

As Elder Fusong spoke, a weak wave of rules spread around his fingers. The Douxiao realm interacted with heaven and earth. His oath was witnessed by heaven and earth. Once it was made, it could not be broken.

After Elder Fusong made the oath, Uncle Qi finally felt at ease and walked toward the lake behind the village with his fingers.

Among the withered trees.

A large piece of soil collapsed, revealing the spiritual bag and jade box deep inside.

There is also an elixir in the jade box, but it is blocked by the formation, so the spiritual power is not leaked.

This elixir was left by Uncle Qi to himself so that he could restore his spiritual power and open his spiritual bag.

After all, the spirit bag is an immortal spiritual weapon and cannot be activated without spiritual power.

The finger fell gently, and a faint spiritual power escaped, opening the spirit bag.

The next moment, the elixirs and crystal stones in the bag flew out.

Shit!

Those elixirs and crystal stones instantly shattered and turned into powder, and the spiritual energy in them poured into his fingers.

At the same time, new flesh and blood began to grow at the broken part of the finger. The blood threads intertwined with each other, condensing into blood vessels, and then condensing into muscles, bones, skin and flesh.

Soon, all the elixirs and crystal stones in the spirit bag were shattered, while Elder Fusong's body had only recovered less than 30%. Except for his two arms and head, there were only a few blood threads floating in his chest. As for his lower body, it was even more empty. Nothing.

"Too little, these elixirs are far from enough."

Elder Fusong looked gloomy.

Those elixir crystals couldn't even fully restore his physical body, let alone the Spirit Vein Heaven Pass.

"Elder, I have been in the secret world for a long time, and many pills have been wasted on formations. These are all!" Uncle Qi said continuously.

"It doesn't matter. As a practitioner of the fourth level of meridians, it is already rare for you to have so many elixirs and crystals. I will find a solution for the rest of my body."

Elder Fusong waved his hand gently, and a black stone fell in front of Master Qi.

"This is the True Soul Stone, take it!"

"Thank you, elder."

Uncle Qi quickly picked up the True Soul Stone and carefully hid it in his chest.

Elder Fusong sneered and flew away.

Half a day later.

In a city.

Four Jintai priests died suddenly, and the eight-eyed statue they transported was also drained of spiritual power.

One day later.

On the way to transport the statue, three Jintai priests were suddenly attacked and all died.

…

Five days later.

Two Xuanguangtai priests died.

One piece of news spread to Pengze Lake, to the capitals of the three major countries, and to the banks of the Chonghua River.

"Lord Chicheng, in the past few days, more than thirty Jintai priests have died, and sixteen Eight-Eyed Statues have also been lost. Even three Xuanguangtai priests have died. It must be the fault of the Douxiao Realm who escaped. "