Southern Yunnan Corpse Ghost Sect.

In the complex cave, Meng Tiandao called Feng Xuan in front of him, showing a concern.

"Feng Xuan, what level have you reached now?"

Feng Xuan replied respectfully: "Master, my current cultivation level has reached the primary level of Martial Master."

Meng Tiandao nodded, with a look of praise on his face: "No, no, it's not easy to reach the level of a junior martial master at your age. Now I'm going to give you a great opportunity to take your cultivation to a higher level!"

Feng Xuan's face suddenly showed a look of joy.

Because during this period, he had learned that Meng Tiandao was good at refining medicines and might have refined elixirs that could assist in improving his cultivation, so he was ready to reward him.

He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you for your gift."

Meng Tiandao nodded with a smile, and then asked two disciples of the Ghost Sect to bring Cheng Yuxuan over.

Cheng Yuxuan still cried and begged for mercy, saying loudly that she was not Qiao Kexin, but no one believed her words.

Meng Tiandao pinched Cheng Yuxuan's chin hard, observed it left and right, and sighed in disappointment.

I wanted to take Cheng Yuxuan's health better, but I didn't expect that after a few days, this woman not only did not get fat, but also lost a lot of weight.

If we continue to waste, I am afraid that Cheng Yuxuan's body will become thinner in the future. Meng Tiandao will not have the patience to wait any longer, so now he can only give up.

He said to the little medicine boy next to him: "Prepare to bleed."

"Okay, Master."

The little medicine boy immediately picked up the knife and bowl on the table and walked to Cheng Yuxuan.

Although the cave was dark, the shaky short knife looked extremely cold and terrifying under the light of the torch.

Cheng Yuxuan was so scared that she cried in a trembling voice: "Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

"I'm really not Qiao Kexin, why don't you believe me!"

"No! No..."

Cheng Yuxuan was so scared that she struggled desperately, but being held down by two disciples of the Ghost Sect, it was useless to use all her strength.

Xiao Yaotong did not take Cheng Yuxuan's life, but just used a knife to cut a piece of meat on her middle fingertips.

"ah!"

Cheng Yuxuan screamed in pain, and watched her blood flow into the bowl with her fingers, and soon fainted.

After receiving half a bowl of blood, the little medicine boy took out a slender rope and wrapped it tightly on Cheng Yuxuan's injured fingertips, helping her stop bleeding in the most direct way.

Then he took out the ointment and gauze, applied it casually and bandaged it.

Du Xichuan's eyes stared at the bowl of blood and couldn't help swallowing.

Meng Tiandao ordered: "Take her down and lock her up!"

Two disciples of the Ghost Sect took Cheng Yuxuan back.

As for why Meng Tiandao released Cheng Yuxuan's blood, these disciples of the Corpse Ghost Sect didn't find it strange, and just thought that Meng Tiandao needed human blood to refine medicine.

The little medicine boy brought the bowl containing human blood to Feng Xuan. Feng Xuan looked confused and didn't know what he was going to do.

Meng Tiandao smiled and said, "Drinking this bowl of blood will be good for you."

Feng Xuan didn't understand what Meng Tiandao meant, and couldn't figure out what benefits this bowl of human blood would be for him.

He didn't dare to disobey Meng Tiandao's orders, thinking that this was just a bowl of blood, not poison, and he would not suffer any harm after drinking it.

So he took the porcelain bowl, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Du Xichuan next to him was very envious when he saw this scene.

At the same time, he felt confused and didn't understand why Meng Tiandao did this.

After Feng Xuan left, Meng Tiandao saw the entangled appearance on Du Xichuan's face and couldn't help but smile: "Xichuan, do you not understand why I haven't even drunk the blood of the Saint Wugui, but I took advantage of that boy Feng Xuan first?"

Du Xichuan said: "There must be a reason for the master to do this."

Meng Tiandao smiled and said, "It is said that drinking the blood of the Saint Wugui can greatly increase its cultivation level and will not invade all poisons. But that is a legend from more than a thousand years ago. I don't know whether it is true or false. Will there be any side effects after drinking it."

Du Xichuan suddenly realized: "It turns out that the master is just using Feng Xuan for an experiment!"

Meng Tiandao nodded proudly: "Well, observe for a few days first to see if Feng Xuan has any reaction. Then give him a poison to know if it is really invincible."

Du Xichuan understood. He just envied Feng Xuan and thought that Feng Xuan had received the favor of his master. Now he realized that he was just a little white mouse.

At this moment, he felt secretly glad in his heart. Fortunately, Meng Tiandao did not use him for experiments, otherwise he would not know how he died in the end.

Another disciple of the Corpse Ghost Sect came in and bowed in front of Meng Tiandao: "Elder Meng, the Sect Master is welcome!"

Meng Tiandao said lightly: "I understand, I'll go right away."

He lifted an oil lamp from the table and walked along the road in the cave to a deeper place.

The cave of the Corpse Ghost Sect is large in scale and complex in structure. It is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower, and water caves and drought caves coexist.

In addition to the seven main caves, there are dozens of branch caves and underground rivers, and the temperature in the caves is maintained at 13,450 degrees all year round.

The main cave is magnificent, the underground river is mysterious, and there are also a large number of crystal clear curled stones, such as jade buildings and snow trees and silver flowers.

If developed into a scenic spot and equipped with light strips, the scenery will definitely be charming and will attract a large number of tourists to come and see.

Not long after, Meng Tiandao came to an open place in the Rong hole.

There are more than a dozen wooden racks erected in front of the stone walls around, and a brazier is placed on each wooden rack. The flames in the basin are burning, illuminating the cave as bright as daytime.

At the innermost position is a naturally formed platform.

The stalactites on the platform are like sharp thorns passing through the ground, and there is a throne made of stone in the middle.

At this time, there were many people standing in the cave, most of whom were wearing strange red or purple costumes and a headband wrapped around their heads.

These people all exuded a cold breath. When they saw Meng Tiandao walking in, they nodded to show their respect.

An old man lying on the throne of the high platform, and a woman in red stood beside her.

The old man was wearing a long robe, with many silver jewelry hanging on his neck and arms, and a strange-shaped silver jewelry crown and hat on his head.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and his claws were so shriveled that they were only skinny and boneless. He looked so old that he was like an old demon who had lived in a cave for hundreds of years.

Meng Tiandao walked to the high platform and bent down to bow to the old man sitting above.
Chapter completed!