Xia Qingyang walked out of the Qingmomen archway wearing a mask with a green face and a grimace of fangs. His steps seemed heavy, but his face was actually cheerful.
Why wear a ghost face mask?
I don’t have enough masks to sell them.
He is only fifteen years old now. Although he has been 'influenced' by Xuechi for three years, his youth and beauty cannot be suppressed no matter what.
He could only imitate the 'later generation' King Lanling and use a grimace mask to cover his tender face.
He wanted to lead the bad guys when he went down the mountain this time, and it was really not evil enough to look at him with this face.
The disciples of the Demon Sect have long been in charge. The Dao Sect disciples are still nesting in the mountains during the Qi refining period and are enjoying themselves with their senior sisters. The disciples of the Demon Sect are about to go out to perform tasks.
Just thinking about it makes life miserable...
But there is no way. Although the disciples of the Qing Mo Sect can withdraw the monthly spiritual stones and elixirs from the sect every month, each disciple also needs to complete the tasks assigned by the sect regularly... as well as the additional tasks on their respective mountains.
The additional task of the Xuanyin Blood Pool is to get fresh blood, the fresher the better.
It is a problem that Xia Qingyang currently does not have the means to store blood on a large scale. Fortunately, the amount of blood he needs to turn in every month is not too much.
When Xia Qingyang came down from the Daqing Mountains, the first thing he did was to return to the town where he had lived for twelve years... As a result, what he saw was a lifeless, broken tiles and ruins.
Under the ghost mask, his eyes suddenly turned red... Even if he didn't identify with this world enough at the time, this was the first place where he began to accept that he belonged to this world!
Among the broken tiles and ruins, he glanced over and saw the white bones... It was not done by Zhandu Lin. After all, Zhandu Lin likes to take people back to test the poison, and those injured by Zhandu Lin's poison technique died.
It will also leave highly toxic burn marks on the bones.
It is not made by the Bone Cave. Even if it is a mortal corpse, the Bone Cave will not stay here waiting to rot.
With the energy of Taiyin rising, Xia Qingyang saw many ghosts hiding in the shadows in broad daylight... There were no evil ghosts, perhaps they had been taken away by the disciples of Wandering Hunpo when they passed by.
But it probably wasn't done by people from Youhunpo. Youhunpo didn't like to use weapons when killing people. There were obvious marks of cutting with sharp weapons on these corpses.
Of course it wasn't Xuanyin Blood Pool's handiwork... After all, Blood Pool disciples would never let so much blood be spilled on the ground to dry up and turn black.
He didn't stay here too long, he just stopped for a moment and left quickly.
At this time, even if he was fifteen years old, he could not hide the evil look on his face.
The town was destroyed...as if it had been plundered by rogue bandits.
And he didn't know how long ago it happened, so he couldn't find out if he wanted to.
Besides, he can't stay to pursue it. He must always remind himself that he is a bad guy now...
But no matter what, he finally returned to the ruins that night.
Looking at the ghosts lingering in the ruins, he walked over step by step while mumbling something.
He passed by here during the day, and he 'passed by' here again at night.
Without stopping, as the cicadas in the surrounding mountains and fields began to cry, the ghosts turned into little bits of light and flew away...
When it comes to transcendence, he has already mastered 'practice makes perfect'.
Now, transcending these dead souls has only made his merit meter advance by a small space, and he is still a little short of the opening of the fifth-level talent.
Xia Qingyang was not dissatisfied with this, he just lamented how difficult things were in this world.
There are doubts in my heart, but in the end I can't form a conclusion.
Finally, I transcended the ghosts here, and I was able to live up to my own conscience.
Picking up speed, he headed towards the small town in the distance again.
There is a small city outside Daqingshan called Suqingcheng, which is named after the surrounding green mountains and green valleys.
This Suqing City is not big, with a population of just over 30,000, and is governed by a small noble family.
However, being close to Daqingshan, it is inevitable to be affected by the Blue Demon Sect.
This city is full of chaos.
Although the Green Demon Sect once strictly ordered its disciples not to attack surrounding cities, the landlords and nobles in this city could not help but rush to cater to the preferences of the Demon Sect disciples...
In addition, there are no righteous disciples here to uphold justice, and there is almost no order at all.
Xia Qingyang's mission is also very simple, which is to assist the local nobles in continuing their 'governance' of Suqing City...
For the disciples of the Demon Sect who are accustomed to "making enough food and clothing by themselves", this is actually not a good thing.
After all, this place is restricted by the rules of the Green Demon Sect. They cannot go on a killing spree to obtain the 'refined materials' they want, nor can they directly rob the wealthy households in the city.
I can only sit back and accept the meager tribute from some city lords, which is really boring.
The disciples of the Demon Sect in Lishan all hope to go far away, so that they can let go and fight... Even if they kill a righteous disciple, the harvest will be huge!
That is why Xia Qingyang, a disciple of the Demon Sect who is not good at fighting, stays here.
After all, Xia Qingyang is different from those Demon Sect disciples. His practice does not require so much 'refining materials' to overcome the side effects of the technique.
If possible, he really hopes that he can find a place to live forever...but the conditions don't allow it.
It was not that he had not considered escaping before leaving the mountain. Unfortunately, every disciple was held hostage by a ray of spiritual thought when they entered the mountain.
Once the disciple escapes, the old devil in the sect will use this spiritual thought to cast a spell...
Xia Qingyang didn't dare to bet on his own life... This was just one of the methods used by the Demon Sect to suppress its disciples. He only hoped that with the help of the 'Hengtian Xuanhuang Ruler', he could one day completely get rid of the constraints of the Demon Sect.
He walked into the city wearing a grimace mask, and the bloody aura on his body immediately alerted the guards.
With this posture, no need to ask, he must be a ruthless person from Daqing Mountain...
The guards quickly sent someone to summon him, but they didn't dare to stop him... It seemed that they had been well trained in this regard.
When he arrived at the city lord's mansion, someone immediately walked out quickly.
Seeing that he was holding an ostentatious white bone flag in his hand, the white skeleton was swaying on the flag... This was naturally a disciple of the White Bone Cave.
"This smell of blood... it's rare for Blood Pond disciples to come here to guard." The middle-aged Bone Cave disciple said as he walked.
Since the disciples of the White Bone Cave need a large amount of bones to refine the Bone Flags, they often go to nearby towns to guard the areas and dig up ancestral graves at night.
Xia Qingyang didn't say much, and just said calmly to the Bone Cave disciples: "Your duty period has expired, just leave."
There was no respect for him, because he could vaguely sense that the disciple of the White Bone Cave was only at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining, and was not much better than him in terms of cultivation.
In the past three years, he has finally understood the meaning of a sentence... People in the Demon Sect are not that particular.
His understanding is that the more careful you have to be with the strong, the better, but for those whose levels are not far behind or not as good as his own, there is no need to pay any attention to them.
The Bone Cave disciple was probably used to this situation, so he just nodded slightly and left without saying a word.
I was just a little curious before... It would be good if the Demon Sect disciples didn't stumble when they met each other, and it was normal to just pretend they didn't see each other.
Unless there is an order from the upper level of the Demon Sect or the enemy is too strong, these disciples will never have any idea of cooperation.
Xia Qingyang passed by the Bone Cave disciple silently and entered the city lord's palace... But the first moment he stepped in, he felt helpless.
With his keen sense of hearing, he heard the faint roar of cries behind him.
Turning around, I saw a child running out of an alley, crying.
He was covered in blood and was missing an arm...
His family members were all panic-stricken, and then looked at the City Lord's Mansion with hatred...or at Xia Qingyang.
Probably, he understood what was going on...it was the Bone Cave disciple who took the child's arm before leaving.
It is really unwise to do such evil things.
But what can he do?
This Demon Sect disciple is so selfish. As long as they are not caught with any real evidence, they will not care what will happen to this ordinary family in the future, or whether the murder in the city will have a negative impact on the Green Demon Sect.
They just need to not be punished and still get what they want.