I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

As the Bone Tempering Method of Dao Runes deepened, his understanding grew.

He had now condensed four Dao Runes.

Dragon-Tiger, Calamity, Five Elements, Life-Death—each had its own profound mystery, not only providing combat power at the current bone-forging level but also providing a foundation for breaking through the Qi barrier in the future.

It might even involve the innate primal essence, the foundation of a martial artist.

Now there were five Dao Rune positions left, one of which would probably be reserved for the Mortal World Qi, so there were still four undecided ones, which required the Great Awakening Pill to assist in capturing the corresponding wonderful Qi.

Hopefully, the medicinal materials on Yuan Guanzhu's side would be delivered smoothly.

Otherwise, his Water-Fire Pill Refining Technique would be perfected, but the medicinal materials wouldn't be ready.

He shook his head and plunged back into pill refining and cultivation, especially with this Supreme Pure Yang Scripture, quite curious about how this method could remove the Yin substance and cultivate that trace of Pure Yang intent.

On the other side, at the White Lotus Sect's base.

After listening to the report from the black-clad elder, Holy Son Youlian didn't notice that the aura of calamity on his body had begun to spread to himself; he was still cultivating in a meditative posture, but then he became restless, opened his eyes, and frowned, wondering why his eyelids had been twitching these past few days, as if a great disaster was about to occur.

That didn't make sense, did it?

Although the plan to disgust the Golden Pavilion with walking corpses and death Qi a few days ago had failed, causing too much damage, it had at least revealed some of the Golden Pavilion's hidden cards.

There was actually a woman at Yuan Xingkong's level.

Also, that Su Han was hiding so deeply.

However, he didn't think that was Su Han's true strength; it was probably some kind of secret technique that temporarily boosted his combat power.

And it was quite effective against corpse kings; otherwise, it wouldn't have been like this.

He stood up and walked outside, constantly thinking in his heart, and unknowingly his foot hit the threshold, and he fell to the ground with a thud; it took him a while to come back to his senses and quickly get up.

What was going on?

Was he too lost in thought?

He could even fall down?

He felt a little embarrassed and amused, feeling that it damaged his lifelong reputation; he looked at the disciples guarding the door on both sides, who were also a little stunned when they saw this scene, and he said with a smile:

"Did you guys see that just now?"

The two disciples quickly came back to their senses and shook their heads frantically.

Like rattles.

"You're shaking your heads so much; I guess you saw it; alas."

Holy Son Youlian sighed and waved his hand; two pitch-black lotus flowers took root in these two people, instantly draining their flesh and blood and turning them into two dried corpses.

He shook his head, treating it as an interlude, and continued to walk forward.

Then he tripped again, his face falling into the mud.

At this time, he finally realized that something was wrong.

And the misfortune suffered by that black-clad elder was even greater; for the past two days, he had been falling five or six times a day; when he tried to cultivate his Qi, he had gone down the wrong path and almost suffered Qi deviation, returning to the Vacuum Hometown ahead of schedule.

Even eating was not peaceful.

Every time he wanted to eat, there was no food left.

Heavens, he was a Plague Department Elder, almost second only to one person and above ten thousand here; which of the food in the station was not supplied to him first, but there was still ridiculously no food left.

The answer was either that the Holy Son had a big appetite today and had eaten all the food, or that the cook had been injured while practicing his kung fu and was lying in bed, or that some newly joined disciples had no manners, didn't listen to orders, and ate his share of the food.

This was too evil, ridiculously so.

He had lived for most of his life and had never encountered such a thing.

But today, he ridiculously encountered it.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the few people who were swept away by the tide of death Qi in the valley back then; at the time, he thought it was just those few fools who had bad luck.

But now, he couldn't help but shudder.

Could it be that he was under some kind of ominous curse?

No, I must tell the Holy Son as soon as possible!

He was anxious and quickly got up and walked out, only to hear a thud and fall hard, his head hitting the rock next to him; if he hadn't used his strength to protect himself in time.

I'm afraid it wouldn't just be a broken head and bleeding, but brains splattering everywhere.

The disciples next to him saw this scene and hurriedly stepped forward to ask him if he was okay; the black-clad elder flicked his hand, stood up, felt the pain, and looked gloomy; this was definitely not right.

Someone must have put a curse on him.

He was also a little amused by this.

Usually, it was the people from their Plague Department who cursed others.

Now, they were being cursed instead?

Just as he was about to go to find Holy Son Youlian, he suddenly saw a Plague Department disciple rushing forward to report: "Elder, it's not good; the surrounding Yin Qi and death Qi have inexplicably rioted, causing a powerful corpse tide to surround our station!"

"There are walking corpses that are quite special, with signs of a corpse king!"

Black-Clad Elder: ???

The corpse king that they in the Plague Department had risked their lives to cultivate but failed to produce.

Now it naturally popped out?

Was it that ridiculous?

While the White Lotus Sect was in chaos, the Yin God Temple was still observing, or rather, peeping, and could learn a lot of information through the Yin God Realm.

The Yin God Temple Daoist frowned.

Strange, why would there be a mistake in the earth vein, causing the death Qi and Yin Qi on the White Lotus Sect's side to riot at the same time, causing a corpse tide; the probability of this was too small, wasn't it; this luck was like getting your teeth stuck drinking cold water.

Even the old Daoist in the sky curiously glanced at it.

But he was immediately shocked and said: "The White Lotus Sect has such a strong aura of calamity; what kind of peerless fiend have they provoked? Don't get too close, lest we be implicated by them."

The old Daoist instructed, somewhat solemnly; if he were to be contaminated with such a strong aura of calamity, even he would have bad luck for a long time, and everything would go wrong.

He felt that the White Lotus Sect was going to be finished; with such a strong aura of calamity, if it wasn't resolved, I'm afraid a death tribulation would come.

However, their Yin God Temple was happy to see this happen.

It was still the same old saying: there were more monks than congee.

Even if they had once joined forces to deal with the Golden Pavilion and were allies, no matter how much of an ally they were, they still had to compete for dragon Qi; at that time, they would be complete enemies.

Qingyuan Prefecture, Sword-Bearing Mountain.

Sword Qi soared into the sky here; approaching slightly, one could even hear the sound of sword Qi clashing, and at the top of Sword-Bearing Mountain, above the majestic palace, a burst of furious anger sounded:

"My disciple Bai Li just died in that small country town?"

"This little brat named Su Han actually used such vicious methods!"

An old man with white hair and beard from Sword-Bearing Mountain cursed angrily.

A steady and composed middle-aged man wearing the robe of the sect leader said calmly, comforting him: "Third Elder, why be so angry; martial artists fighting is like this; anyone's death is normal."

"Hmph, that's because your proud disciples didn't go and didn't die!"

"The little brat Su Han is bound to die; no one can stop me!"

The Third Elder snorted coldly, angrily.

"What, Third Elder, you still want to take revenge and settle the score with that junior?" The middle-aged man frowned and said.

"Why not; those who kill will be killed!"

The Third Elder sneered.

"If a junior dies in a fight, and the older generation has to step in, wouldn't that be laughed at by other sects if this matter spread out; you can only blame your disciple for being inferior in skill."

The middle-aged man shook his head, not wanting to cause unnecessary trouble.

As the current sect leader of Sword-Bearing Mountain, he had to pay attention to the sect's influence in Qingyuan Prefecture, rather than focusing solely on one person; if he encountered Su Han in the future, he could target him, but there was no need to specifically seek revenge.

Otherwise, if one person died here, he would have to seek revenge.

The entire Qingyuan Prefecture would be in chaos.

"Hmph, Senior Brother, you've been the sect leader for too long and have become weak; the sword you carry on your back has also become dull, and you no longer have the heroic spirit of quick justice and revenge of the past, which is really disappointing to me!"

The Third Elder scolded angrily, extremely disappointed.

Although the two were very different in age, their relationship was reversed.

"I know you're heartbroken, but going to seek revenge regardless of the consequences is not quick justice and revenge at all; my Sword-Bearing Mountain people have killed so many martial artists from other sects, but I haven't seen any of the older generation come out to seek revenge, precisely because we never break this precedent!"

The middle-aged man still disagreed and explained.

"Why should the people of my Sword-Bearing Mountain fear this; since they all like to call us sword lunatics, then let's be crazy for them to see; if we continue to be so tolerant, the swords of Sword-Bearing Mountain will become dull!"

The Third Elder still argued with reason.

But as another figure stepped into the hall, the steady footsteps startled them, and they quickly stopped talking and bowed to the newcomer, saying in unison: "Greetings, Master."

The newcomer was actually a teenager, but his demeanor was extremely mature.

His words were vicissitudinous and lonely, but with a hint of sharpness: "I could hear you arguing from far away,

Arguing any further won't lead to any results; you're both right; neither of you is wrong."

This old teenager set a tone for the two of them and continued:

"But the disciples of my Sword-Bearing Mountain must not die in vain; the affairs of the younger generation still have to be resolved by the younger generation themselves,

I've already called that kid Chen Zhou over; he happens to be out of seclusion with his sword body, which is quite suitable, and will definitely be able to help you resolve your grievances."

"By the way, he can also compete for the so-called dragon Qi."

"But no matter what, you two must remember one thing; for the time being, don't break those seemingly non-existent but actually default rules, at least not until the chaotic world is about to begin and the pioneers of kingship appear; although this is difficult to endure, the time is coming soon."

The old teenager warned.

The middle-aged man was immediately shocked:

"Master, have you noticed something?"

"It's just a whim; it's just estimated that it won't be long before the entire Qingyuan Prefecture will be in chaos; that old man from the Profound Dao Pavilion once looked at the Qi towards the direction of the Divine Capital, and the conclusion he reached was not optimistic."

The teenager said faintly.

Many people hoped that this decaying Great Li would collapse and that the emperor who was high above would disappear, but they never thought about what the world would become if it lost the suppression of a behemoth.

This world, the entire Great Li.

There are not only internal troubles, but also external threats.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the Northern Border and remained silent.

Ping'an County, inside the Golden Pavilion, Yuan Xingkong connected to the main pavilion through a secret method, looking at his merit balance, his heart couldn't help but twitch; for the Qi Pill, he had really spent a lot.

If it didn't work after it was refined.

He would probably go crazy.

But in any case, the last of the medicinal materials was about to be collected, just waiting for someone to send it over after tomorrow, and it depended on whether this kid Su Han was reliable enough to refine the Qi Pill.