Mythological origins

"This is the formation center of the back mountain."

After scanning the jade slip with her divine sense, she confirmed that this was the Yang Jue she had been thinking about day and night, and then readily handed over the control of the back mountain.

As long as she could get the Yang Jue, she, a Jindan cultivator with a long lifespan, could recreate a Yin-Yang Sect anywhere.

And her cultivation, which had stagnated for a long time, would have a chance to move forward again, without being stuck in the early Jindan stage and being in an awkward situation of being almost the weakest at the same level for a long time.

But before leaving, she still wanted to satisfy her curiosity.

What did that person want?

She knew that the Wuqing Dao cultivators were very purposeful, and all their actions would be dominated by their own interests.

It was just that such a third-rate Jindan sect that relied entirely on itself, and there were no inherited treasures, Mu Ziqing really didn't know what was worth the other party's exchange.

"Could it be that there are people he needs among those Yang materials?"

However, those who can serve as Yang materials are all mortals who have been checked and have no spiritual roots at all.

How much relationship can a late Jindan cultivator have with a mortal...

According to the normal speed of the cultivation world, it takes at least a hundred years to cultivate to the late Jindan.

A Jindan cultivator of one or two hundred years old and a mortal of ten or twenty years old are at most four or five generations apart, how much relationship can there be.

...

Back mountain.

A large number of strong men are sweating in the warm winter sun with their upper bodies naked and only wearing shorts.

This is the exercise task that the "yang materials" raised in the Yin-Yang Sect must complete every day.

Only with reasonable intensity exercise and sufficient nutrition can they persist long enough under the endless supplements of the Yin-Yang Sect.

Both the Yin-Yang Sect members and the Yang materials themselves agree with this.

Hungry, skinny, and weak refugees are not to the taste of the Yin-Yang Sect immortal masters at all.

The food they eat is naturally the best with good color, fragrance and taste.

From the dark circles under the eyes of some men, the faint whip marks on their bodies, and the occasional trembling thighs, it can be seen that their lives are not as easy as imagined.

"No. 9527."

"Here!"

"Go to the No. 3 wing of Yingchun Hall. The immortal master has called your name."

"Yes!"

In fact, not only at night, but anytime and anywhere, they will be at risk of being taken away for essence cultivation, as long as the immortal masters of Yinyang Sect have a need.

However, the habit of Yinyang Sect is to practice mainly at night.

...

When Bai Mo and Mu Ziqing came to Yingchun Hall, they happened to meet a pile of Yang material who had just been essence-cultivated and looked unconscious, with only half of his life left, and fainted in the corridor of the hall.

It was a disheveled and pale-faced teenager.

From time to time, people passed by holding the wall to leave, but no kind-hearted person helped him.

After all, they were exhausted, and even walked unsteadily and could not stand steadily.

Moreover, there were too many males who died in this hall to count. They were numb to it and knew that this would be their own end. The decadent and numb people leaning against the wall and the high or low music around them made the hall full of strange conflicts.

It seemed that some kind of incense was burning all day long in the hall to help people. People who stepped into it would easily get lost in the intoxicating fragrance.

Not only that, some soft music was also constantly stirring in the hall, resonating with the hidden formation in the Yingchun Hall.

With several effects superimposed, even the cultivators in the foundation-building period might not be able to control themselves.

The women such as Mo Fengwu who followed Bai Mo to the Yingchun Hall had already blushed involuntarily.

As a Jindan cultivator, Mu Ziqing ignored these.

…

“Come here! Clean up this pile of garbage, so as not to pollute the eyes of the distinguished guests.”

Mu Ziqing saw the man in Yang material clothes collapsed beside a pillar, and his brows could not help but frown.

Usually, the cleaning team’s hands and feet are still very quick, and the Yang material that was sucked to death can usually be cleaned up within half a quarter of an hour.

For some reason, the cleaning speed was a little slower today.

Although cultivators basically don’t hurt the dead of mortals, it’s not a pleasant thing to watch a male mortal die in front of a male cultivator by using the method of collecting Yang to replenish Yin.

“Humph, Yang material? If I, Lin Fan, can escape alive, I swear that one day I will destroy your Yin-Yang Sect, and then dig out the hearts, livers, spleens and lungs of you demon women to see how black you are.”

Yang material No. 9527 Lin Fan, who was still motionless and pretending to be unconscious, squinted slightly, his eyes were full of flames of hatred, but he carefully hid it.

It was just that he had just been tortured too badly, encountering an immortal master with a serious tendency to abuse, with a happy fireball and a wire whisk.

After more than an hour of hell torture, not only was his physical strength and essence drained, but his whole body was in so much pain that he couldn't even get up.

If it weren't for a few incense sticks ago, a ghost-like girl suddenly appeared and hung a jade lock on his chest. The jade lock continuously passed streams of cool air to Lin Fan's broken body to repair him, he would have died on the spot like many predecessors who were ruined by the essence-gathering technique.

It's also magical to say that this ghost girl came and went without a trace. When Lin Fan wanted to find her figure again, there was nothing except the jade lock hanging on her neck. He only saw a back that looked like a paper crane in the distance.

…

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Two strong women with big arms and waists, eight feet tall, hurried out from the shadow corner when they learned that the Sect Master was inspecting, and walked towards No. 9527, which looked like a puddle of mud.

Just now, they saw that there was no one around, so they hid aside to rest and fish, thinking that it didn't matter if they cleaned up slowly, but they didn't expect that the Sect Master would come suddenly.

They were also familiar with cleaning up the scene. On average, the immortal masters of Yingchun Hall had to kill several male materials who went in to serve every ten days or half a month.

Especially some of them played particularly excitingly, and almost every time they killed someone.

According to the rules of Yinyang Sect, if you kill a male material kept in the sect, you need to compensate 10 contribution points, which is equivalent to the monthly salary of a Qi-refining cultivator in the sect...

Immortal cultivators have never taken mortals seriously, and the Yinyang Sect is even more so. They are just part of the sect's property.

"Men? Or standing above the Sect Master of Yinyang Sect?" Lin Fan found this matter with difficulty with his swollen eyes.

The young man in white undoubtedly had a man's face.

Unfortunately, his drowsy brain could not support him to think too much, and Lin Fan quickly closed his eyes completely, ready to pretend to be dead, and let the two strong women carry him away.

There is a mass grave near the Yin-Yang Sect, which is specially used to bury all kinds of mortals who died in the sect. As long as you can pretend to be dead and deceive the burial, you will have a chance to escape.