Mino hasn't come back yet, and Zhang Yi has left now.
Yu Xian was a little bored in the room alone, but he didn't dare to practice for fear that all his previous efforts would be wasted.
"Old Wang!"
He had no choice but to raise his hand and knock on the wall next to the bed: "Are you asleep?"
Lao Wang is different from other waiters. He is more like the butler of the entire inn, so he always lives next to Yu Xian.
If Yu Xian had any instructions, he would always arrive as soon as possible.
"Master, I haven't slept yet."
"Then you get up early tomorrow morning and ask whoever has lost their buffalo nearby. You can buy a buffalo and send it back. It must be a mature one."
"Yes, Master, do you have any other instructions?"
That's what Lao Wang is good at.
No matter what Yu Xian asks him to do, he will only agree or propose another alternative, and will never refuse or ask.
It is good to have such a capable person, but sometimes, Yu Xian always suspects that he is a jerk...
"No, let's go to sleep."
"Okay, Master, you should also go to bed early."
"Um."
Yu Xian responded, put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs and looked at the Q version of the white-robed man in front of him, and found several red lines running endlessly inside his body.
This guy should start trying to resolve his death energy.
"Smelly cat."
Yu Xian couldn't help but say: "Is there really no problem with this imperial seal? What if it is resolved by then?"
"Resolve?"
The black cat jumped up and squatted next to Yu Xian's head: "If he can resolve the imperial seal, I'll do a house dance for you!"
"Tch, you're a cat, not a girl with cat ears. Who wants to watch you dance with something covered in fur?"
The black cat rolled its eyes and silently licked its paws.
"Want to try a cat girl killing a chicken?"
"Just kill me like a chicken! I won't be fooled!"
"It's not up to you! Watch your moves!"
The black cat jumped on him, and Yu Xian quickly begged for mercy!
"Sister Cat, please forgive me! I suddenly remembered a famous dish. Can you try it tomorrow?"
"Hey, you finally realize that you feel sorry for your sister?"
The black cat put down its paw, but did not jump down. Instead, it stepped on Yu Xian's shoulder: "What kind of food is it? Tell me."
"Nine-turn large intestine, pure enjoyment version!"
He only remembered this dish when he saw Zhang Yi's expression today. It was just in time for this evil beast to try it!
…
…………
Almost at the same time.
The man in white robe sat cross-legged on a bed, constantly running the techniques he practiced, while the man in black robe stood aside, watching silently.
"Zhang Yi, do you need it?"
Blackshirt put a pear into his mouth, took a bite and asked, "Isn't it just to resolve some of the dead energy? As for asking me to protect the law?"
Baipao didn't speak, just rolled his eyes silently.
He didn't intend to explain anything to this guy with a brain no bigger than a walnut, but he wholeheartedly tried to resolve the death aura.
A quarter of an hour later, he had eliminated most of the death energy in his body.
Just the last strand left!
Could it be that the magic of the Demon Palace is only effective on the first recipient, and will lose its original characteristics when the death energy is transferred to another person?
Just when Zhang Yi was confused, he had already begun to resolve the last ray of death.
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred!
The moment the spiritual power comes into contact with the death energy, it dissipates like a mud cow entering the sea, and the wisp of death energy also expands slightly and undetectably.
"Um?"
Zhang Yi frowned slightly, but did not stop instilling spiritual power.
But no matter how much spiritual energy he puts into it, he will always be swallowed up by that wisp of death energy as nourishment!
That wisp of death energy expanded more and more and began to occupy a corner of his sea of energy.
At this moment, he did not dare to continue instilling spiritual power, but his heart was throbbing!
If he continues, this wisp of death energy is likely to occupy his entire air sea!
What is this concept?
Even if he is Nascent Soul, he will probably die!
It is true that Yuanying has a chance to seize the body, but the sea of qi and Yuanying are one!
If the death energy dominates the air sea, even Nascent Soul will be helpless.
"hiss……"
Baipao took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
"nailed it?"
Seeing Zhang Yi open his eyes, Hei Shi couldn't help but ask: "I'll leave first after you finish it, but there are still people waiting for me."
"...It's up to you. If you contract the disease, don't ask me to treat you."
Zhang Yi didn't dare to let him stay here any longer. If he discovered his changes, he might report it directly to the Immortal Mansion.
If you are unable to eradicate the death energy by then, you may be targeted for research by those with higher cultivation levels.
He didn't want to be locked up in a dark dungeon and treated like a pig.
"A crow's mouth! You, a century-old virgin, don't know anything about the joy of sex!"
Hei Shi cursed and disappeared from the room. He must have gone to Wanhua Alley.
Zhang Yi has been sitting on the bed, not continuing to resolve the death energy, and began to think about everything that happened today.
Demonic cultivation, death energy, martial arts, big trees, buffaloes, and...etc!
wrong!
The technique is wrong!
When that guy was transmitting death energy to himself, he paused for half a breath after the third breath!
The death energy transmitted by this half breath is slightly different from the previous one. It is purer and should be the remaining death energy in his body.
Beads of sweat began to form on Zhang Yi's forehead.
It seems like that kid... did it on purpose?
A chill is coming!
Zhang Yi was instantly terrified!
He began to recall everything that had happened to Yu Xian since the beginning.
Senior of the Immortal Mansion? Puppet? Tracking down the Demon Lord?
What if this is all fake?
Zhang Yi frowned, took out a jade slip from the Sumeru Ring, and poured spiritual power into it.
After a while, a tower-like projection appeared in front of us, with two big words written on the top plaque - Destiny!
Tianming Tower!
This building has been rumored for thousands of years. It is said that everything on the Tianxuan Continent cannot be hidden from them. The person who predicted the reincarnation of the Demon Lord was the first generation owner of this building.
If they hadn't just been news dealers and not taken sides or fought for hegemony, Tianming Tower would probably be qualified to compete with the Immortal Palace and the Demon Palace.
Soon, a phantom wearing a purple robe slowly appeared, standing under Tianming Downstairs.
"Looking for something? Looking for someone? Or do you want to ask something?"
"Looking for someone to ask questions about."
Zhang Yi spat out four words and asked: "When the Immortal Mansion was founded, was there anyone who was good at puppets and splitting souls? Where is this person now?"
The purple-robed shadow paused for a moment and quickly answered: "Two questions, five hundred ninth-grade spiritual stones."
"...Then let me ask another question."
Five hundred pieces of ninth-grade spiritual stone! This price is enough to buy his life!
Zhang Yi thought for a few breaths, then a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke again: "What is the cultivation level of the person with the highest cultivation level I have come into contact with in the past three days?"
"One question, one hundred and fourth grade spiritual stone."
Zhang Yi did not hesitate, took out a purple crystal card and swiped it on the jade slip. The number on it instantly jumped from six thousand nine to six thousand eight.
The man in purple robe also spoke at the same time.
"Li Tianhuan, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, is a fourth-level inspector of the Immortal Mansion."
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yi's face suddenly darkened!
Li Tianhuan is the name of that black shirt!
The man in purple robe spoke again: "Do you have any questions?"
Zhang Yi shook his head blankly and put the jade slip back into the Xumi Ring.
If Li Tianhuan is the person with the highest cultivation level that he has come into contact with in the past three days, wouldn’t the so-called senior be... fake!?
Seniors are fake.
But the magic liquid is real, the demon cultivator next to him is also real, and the portrait of the saint he possesses is also real!
A man with a portrait of a saint, accompanied by a demonic cultivator who is above the out-of-body stage, who also masters these skills and beings related to those demonic fluids, plus his last sinister smile.
"hiss!"
Zhang Yi took a deep breath, and there was only one conclusion left in his mind.