Chapter 11 Returning to the sect and burying Zhang Yuan
"I see that your body is full of qi and blood, and your body is full of energy. Your current state...has you cultivated to the eighth level of the day after tomorrow?" When Yang Biao said this, his pupils were greatly enlarged, and his face was full of surprise.
You must know that Li Mi, who has good qualifications, is now only in the ninth level of the acquired world. Moreover, he is still entering the "outer sect" and getting the help of various exercises and good medicines.
As for other handyman disciples who sensed Qi and blood and successfully entered the "Outer Sect", their cultivation progress is even slower.
Su Yu practiced hard for more than half a year before he successfully learned the "Tai Xuan Blood Moving Technique" and could sense the qi and blood in his body.
However, after several months of practice, he is now able to catch up with the extremely talented Li Mi.
What's more important is that Su Yu's current strength is far superior to that of ordinary Houtian warriors. With just a few axes, he chopped the giant python that was close to the innate realm to the ground, leaving it bloody and bloody, and cutting off its vitality.
Although he has insufficient talent, his cultivation progress and strength improvement rate are so beyond ordinary people's. Naturally, people will be shocked and deeply moved.
Yang Biao's eyes were fixed on Su Yu beside him, with an expression of disbelief. Then he heard the other party respond: "Instructor Yang is really accurate. The disciple's realm is the eighth level of the day after tomorrow."
"The eighth level of the day after tomorrow? The eighth level of the day after tomorrow killed a giant python that was close to the innate realm. How many superb ax skills did your kid learn?"
Su Yu shook his head and replied: "This disciple has never learned any axe skills. He only developed the axe-wielding skills by repeatedly chopping firewood with a sharp ax in his hand while working in the yard."
"Chopping wood? The ax skill of chopping wood is used to kill enemies? How can it be so powerful? You are quite a strange person!"
Yang Biao clicked his tongue in admiration, feeling a pity for the talent in his heart. At this time, he did not intend to continue questioning, but turned to look at Zhang Yuan who had turned into a blood mass.
He thought for a moment, and then said to Li Mi and others behind him: "Work together to carry Zhang Yuan's body back."
Li Mi nodded, and after bandaging his wounds with cloth strips, he found large palm leaves from the surroundings.
He stepped forward, wrapped Zhang Yuan's body in palm leaves, carried it on his back, and then stood to one side, waiting for Yang Biao's next instructions.
At this time, he felt uneasy in his heart. He failed to rescue Zhang Yuan in time, and the latter died tragically in the jungle.
Moreover, he was not the one who killed the giant python that swallowed people. Although Yang Biao did not blame him, Li Mi felt guilty.
After all, he is the captain of this herb collection team, and Zhang Yuan is one of the team members.
That's why he was so diligent at this time and took the initiative to carry Zhang Yuan's body.
Su Yu and Lu Qing seemed to be aware of Li Mi's behavior, so they didn't say anything more and allowed the other party to carry Zhang Yuan's body alone.
At this time, Yang Biao took out a chain made of fine steel from his body and tied it to the neck at the end of the python's head.
"Let's go back to the courtyard."
After Yang Biao finished speaking, he tightened the chain and strode forward with the giant python that was more than ten meters long.
His steps were light and he walked quickly on the grass tips.
Su Yu knew that if Yang Biao hadn't allowed himself, Lu Qing, and Li Mi to keep up with him, he would have already sped off and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
However, even if it drags its thick, long and heavy snake body, it cannot stop its progress at all.
This is the power of martial arts. As long as you become a higher-level warrior, you can walk as fast as the wind while carrying heavy objects.
In just half a cup of tea, they arrived at the courtyard.
At this time, Manager Wang was already waiting at the gate. When he saw Li Mi, Su Yu and others returning safely, his frown finally relaxed.
"Such a huge python!"
Manager Wang sighed with emotion, and stepped forward to stare at the giant python again and again. When he caught a glimpse of the body Li Mi was carrying on his back, his expression changed, and he felt great grief in his heart, and asked: "Is this Zhang Yuan?"
"Disciple is incompetent and failed to save Junior Brother Zhang Yuan..." Li Mi lowered his head and lamented in apology.
Manager Wang didn't respond, he just looked at Zhang Yuan's body absentmindedly and shook his head slightly.
Yang Biao dragged the python's body to the courtyard before taking off the chains, and then walked towards the meeting hall with Manager Wang.
Before leaving, Manager Wang suddenly turned around and said to Li Mi, Su Yu and others: "You can bury Zhang Yuan's body in the back hill of the courtyard."
Everyone nodded, and then worked together to move Zhang Yuan's body to the back mountain.
Behind the courtyard is a low hill, and there are many tombs on this low hill.
Most of these tombs are made of soil, and there is hardly even a stone monument erected there. The mounds are overgrown with weeds, and no one comes to take care of them.
After a long time, it became impossible to identify the names of the deceased buried in the mound.
The handyman disciples can be said to be the most humble existence in the sect.
When he was born, he was like grass and when he passed away, he was like clouds and smoke. He walked through the world in a hurry without even leaving his name.
Heaven is merciless, and the strong are respected.
In this world of martial arts where demons are rampant and the current situation is turbulent, if you are not careful, you may be in danger of losing your life.
This is the fate of most ordinary cultivators. After all, only a few people can live to a normal age and death.
The strong wind blew, and the dust and sand particles in the mud began to rotate and jump. After a while, they lifted from the ground and spread into the air.
At this time, the three people were carrying hoes and digging hard beside a pine tree.
A strong wind came and blew away their clothes.
Su Yu raised his head and looked at the sky.
Above the vast sky, there are dark clouds and howling winds.
"It's going to rain." Su Yu said.
"Should we bury him?" Lu Qing also raised his head, glanced at the dark clouds on the horizon, and then said, "How about we wait until the rain stops before burying Senior Brother Zhang Yuan?"
"Let's bury it! We will just follow the steward's instructions and there is no need to consider anything else." Li Mi said firmly.
Su Yu and Lu Qing didn't say much. Judging from the current relationship between the three of them, Li Mi was an "outer sect" disciple after all.
Even if it is an ordinary trivial matter completed by three people together, he still has the absolute right to speak.
This is the iron rule of the "Qingyun Sect", and there is a clear hierarchy among the disciples.
After the two-meter long and one-meter wide hole was dug to a depth of 1.5 meters, Zhang Yuan's body was lifted up by three people and placed in the hole.
Immediately afterwards, they wielded their hoes and quickly covered the hole with soil.
The hole was completely filled, and then they dug dirt from the side and piled it into a half-meter-high mound.
"Senior Brother Zhang Yuan, have a good trip!"
The three of them stood side by side, clasped their hands, bent down and worshiped devoutly towards the mound in front of them.
"Boom!"
There was a loud thunder, and rough lightning struck instantly, hitting the bushes not far away, causing the branches of the trees to burst.