Living in the world of cultivation

After all, he was a physical cultivator, so his physical strength recovered quickly. Su Fan rested for a while and then got up from the ground.

He walked to the body of "Blood Slaughter" Wang Ting and took off the storage bag on his waist.

He couldn't wait any longer, because the senior sister would come soon.

Su Fan didn't know how to explain to them that he had just killed a foundation-building cultivator.

Thinking of this, Su Fan took out the Yinfeng Boat from the storage bag and drove the magic weapon to leave the post station.

Not long after he left, the senior sister came to Longtai Post Station with a group of people.

Seeing the miserable state of the post station, she stomped her feet fiercely, but she was still a step late.

Today was originally well prepared, but who would have thought that the cunning "Blood Slaughter" Wang Ting would still escape.

When the senior sister was extremely regretful, she heard someone calling her in the distance.

"Master... Senior Sister... Wang... Wang Ting..."

The senior sister was so angry that she scolded the junior brother.

"What are you shouting for? Can't you even speak?"

The disciple was scolded by the senior sister for a few words, and finally calmed down.

"Senior sister, Wang Ting is dead..."

The senior sister was a little confused, and hurriedly ran over, and saw the completely deformed corpse of Wang Ting.

Wang Ting was actually dead, who did it...

The senior sister squatted down and carefully examined Wang Ting's body, and found that he died miserably.

The whole body was twisted beyond recognition, and the neck was almost broken. It was obvious that he died at the hands of a physical cultivator.

She smiled, stood up and looked around.

"Hmph... This guy ran away quietly again..."

The senior sister looked at Wang Ting's corpse again, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, it was not in vain.

She put Wang Ting's body into the storage bag.

"Leave one person to deal with the aftermath at Longtaiyi, and the others can retreat..."

Su Fan drove the Yinfeng Boat and flew for a whole day before rushing to Xiaotang Village.

Looking at the lush spiritual fields in the distance and the curling smoke from the Xiaotang Village at the foot of the mountain, he let out a long sigh.

Finally I'm back.

If there is a choice, Su Fan would rather lie down here until he dies.

After returning to the valley and sending away the people arranged by his senior sister here, he started to work on the stove behind the house.

For more than two months, not only did he delay his cultivation, but he also didn't have a comfortable meal.

There was no way, with his appetite, it would be too difficult to eat a full meal in the secular world.

Su Fan couldn't reveal his identity, so he could only eat one meal a day, almost every day.

After tossing for more than half an hour, Su Fan made himself an old Kyoto hot pot.

He took out two large pieces of monster meat, cut more than ten pounds of tender tenderloin fillet, and more than ten pounds of brown-armored argali upper brain, cut as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent.

He also made tripe, yellow throat, tripe, fungus, tofu, mushrooms and sauerkraut, and picked a lot of green vegetables in the vegetable garden.

Then cut some beef tendons, smash some cucumbers, stir-fry some dried tofu, make some refreshing pickles, and finally boil a pot of strong liquor.

Put all these things on the stone table in the courtyard, a large table full of them, looking festive.

At this time, the brass pot was already boiling, and the base ingredients of shiitake mushrooms, green onions, old ginger, dried shrimps and small crabs were rolling in the pot.

Su Fan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a few slices of meat as thin as cicada wings, and dipped them in the boiling copper pot.

Then dipped it in the seasoning made of sesame paste, chives, sesame oil and chili oil, and then stuffed it into his mouth. The taste was simply unparalleled.

After eating a chopstick of pork, drink a cup of hot liquor.

The hot liquor burned all the way down the throat, and all the pores on the body were emitting hot air.

It was really enjoyable.

It’s still better to be at home, life is full of flavor.

Su Fan ate the meal voraciously, devouring it all in a flash, and almost bit off his tongue.

After eating and drinking, Su Fan sat cross-legged in the practice room.

He took off a storage bag from his waist, full of expectations.

Even though "Blood Slaughter" Wang Ting was just an evil cultivator, he was a foundation-building cultivator after all, and his wealth should not be underestimated.

The result did not disappoint Su Fan. In Shifang's storage bag, there were more than 200 medium-grade spirit stones and thousands of low-grade spirit stones.

Although there were only two magic tools, they were of high quality.

Including the top-grade protective magic tool "Dark Blood Shield" and the top-grade attack magic tool "Crying Blood Demon Fork".

There were nearly a hundred magic talismans, all of which were middle-grade and top-grade talismans. Even if he set up a stall in the sect, he could earn a lot of good deeds.

More than 20 bottles of elixirs, including more than a dozen bottles of elixirs that Su Fan could not name.

When he opened the jade bottle, the bloody smell that hit his nose almost made Su Fan vomit.

Su Fan found a recipe for a blood pill in the secret book of "Blood Transformation Magic" practiced by the royal court, and then he knew the name and function of this pill.

This pill is called "Blood Transformation Pill". The method of refining this pill is extremely evil and requires a large amount of mortal blood.

This is also the reason why the "Blood Slaughter" royal court often sacrifices blood in mortal towns, just to collect mortal blood and refine this "Blood Transformation Pill".

Even if a town with a population of tens of thousands is sacrificed, only a few bottles of "Blood Transformation Pill" can be refined.

Blood Dao monks can increase the concentration of qi and blood and greatly improve the quality of qi and blood by taking "Blood Transformation Pill" for a long time.

This pill is definitely a good thing, but the method of refining is too evil.

Despite this, Su Fan decided to stay. He couldn't throw away all the pills.

People can't be resurrected after death. Since it has been refined, what's the point of throwing it away.

If all of these dozen bottles of "Blood Transformation Pills" are taken, the quality of one's Qi and blood can be greatly improved.

Since "Thunder Ghost Step" has the ability of blood escape, the requirements for Qi and blood have become more and more demanding.

In addition, there are more than a dozen books.

Among them is the "Blood Transformation Magic Art", which is definitely an evil practice. Although the "Blood Transformation Pill" can speed up the practice, the practice method is too evil.

When encountering such an evil method, Su Fan will destroy it immediately.

Once this evil method is lost and obtained by people with dark minds, it will surely set off a bloody storm in the secular world.

The remaining books, except for the inherited skills and spells of the Demon Sect's Blood Path, are almost all the spells and secrets of the crooked and evil ways.

Although the Demon Sect's Daoism is unconventional and very extreme, it is simply a white lotus compared to the evil sect's skills and spells.

The remaining miscellaneous things are useless to Su Fan, so he can only exchange them for spirit stones and good deeds.

How should I put it? The spoils were quite rich, but there were no surprises.

The gains of the past two months were actually quite good.

The reward for the two evil cultivators was 40,000 good deeds. As for the elder sister, she would definitely give him some other compensation.

In addition, the spoils seized from the "Blood Slaughter" royal court, all added together, were worth at least 30,000 lower spirits.

It was already awesome enough, what else do you want.

And there were also the dozen bottles of evil "Blood Transformation Pills". Although they were evil pills, they were indeed rare good things.

Evil is evil.

Anyway, since he entered the Demon Gate, Su Fan's bottom line has been getting lower and lower.

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