Looking at the data on the panel, Zhao Sheng was silent.
Even though he had exercised great restraint over the years, he still spent twenty-nine years of his life in order to improve his cultivation.
Putting away his personal panel, Zhao Sheng stood up and paced back and forth in the quiet room while thinking about the situation of Guiyuan Sect in recent years.
After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that Guiyuan Sect seemed to be a powder keg about to explode.
Wherever there are people, there will be conflicts of interest!
In the past, because the development was too fast and the cake was big enough, the internal conflicts within the Guiyuan Sect were temporarily suppressed.
However, in recent years, due to violating the interests of too many forces, Guiyuan Sect has been resisted by all surrounding forces, and the speed of its power expansion has dropped sharply.
Because of this, many conflicts that had been suppressed in the past began to intensify rapidly.
The world only saw the great situation of Guiyuan Sect, but they didn't know that there was a turbulent undercurrent inside it.
Now this powder keg is about to explode, all it needs is a fuse.
After years of observation, Zhao Sheng felt that the trigger was——
Bang bang bang!
The door of the quiet room was suddenly knocked violently, and a panicked cry followed from outside the door:
"Master, master! Come out quickly!"
Zhao Sheng frowned and suddenly appeared at the door.
Opening the door, I saw a beautiful middle-aged woman standing at the door with tears on her face.
"Master, my grandfather...wuwu!"
Zhao Sheng said in a deep voice: "Ling'er, please slow down and tell me, what happened to your grandfather?"
Wei Ling looked very frightened and said: "My grandfather suddenly fainted this morning and is dying now!"
"Where is your grandpa? Show me quickly!"
Wei Ling quickly wiped away his tears and took Zhao Sheng to Lingyun Courtyard.
Not long after, the two came to the backyard of Lingyun Courtyard.
At this time, the backyard was full of Qi refining disciples wearing red robes.
They looked extremely frightened and surrounded the main room in the north of the courtyard, but no one dared to step inside.
Seeing that Zhao Sheng was coming, everyone bowed and saluted.
Zhao Sheng ignored these customs and walked directly into the inner room.
When he saw Wei Youquan lying on the bed again, Zhao Sheng's expression changed.
The person who was fine a few days ago is now in a state of disrepair. Not only has his beard, hair, and teeth fallen off, but his exposed skin is wrinkled like chicken skin and covered with black spots. There is also a corpse odor emanating from his body.
"Blood disease!"
Zhao Sheng's heart sank, knowing that Wei Youquan's time had come and there was no cure.
Anemia is a terminal disease that has only appeared in recent years.
It is very similar to the five degenerations of heaven and man, and those who fall in the middle will definitely die. Therefore, immortal cultivators are as afraid of it as tigers, and their expressions change when they hear it.
And Guiyuan Sect was the hardest hit area by blood blight.
In recent years, as many as eleven foundation-building monks from the Guiyuan Sect have died of this terminal disease.
As for Qi refining disciples, there are even more.
The reason why Zhao Sheng believed that Guiyuan Sect had become a powder keg was that the blood blight syndrome was undoubtedly the most obvious sign.
Combining this with himself, Zhao Sheng dared to conclude that people who died of blood blight must have had their lifespan depleted.
The "Blood Soul Sutra" skills are so evil that they cannot be detected at ordinary times. Only before death, the hidden dangers of the skills will suddenly burst out.
There are many smart people in the world of immortality. Someone must have discovered the connection between the "Blood Soul Sutra" and the blood blight syndrome.
Although he didn't know when this secret was revealed, Zhao Sheng knew that the day it was made public, Guiyuan Sect would definitely become the target of public criticism.
Zhao Sheng walked to the bedside, and Wei Ling asked in a panic: "Master, can Grandpa be saved?"
Zhao Sheng's spiritual consciousness penetrated into Wei Youquan's body and found that the blood in his body had dried up, his internal organs were rapidly rotting, and his bones were gradually melting.
Zhao Sheng shook his head and said regretfully: "Your grandpa has anemia! There is no way to save him."
When Wei Ling heard that it was anemia, he fainted from fright.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand to release a stream of spiritual power, which shot into Wei Ling's forehead, temporarily blocking his five senses.
Then, Zhao Sheng waved his long sleeve, and a barrier talisman quickly flew out and turned into ashes in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, an invisible barrier rose from the room, temporarily blocking the view of the outside world.
After doing this, Zhao Sheng took a step forward and scanned Wei You's body inch by inch, not missing anything that was wrong.
A few years ago, he had inspected the bodies of some Qi Refining disciples who died of blood blight, but he did not find anything strange.
For foundation-building monks who died of blood blight, the Guiyuan Sect would always come to the door very quickly and take away the body, so he never had the chance to investigate.
Now the opportunity has finally come!
From head to toe, Zhao Sheng used his spiritual consciousness to scan three times in a row.
Um?
He found it strange that Wei Youquan's corpse seemed no different from the corpses of those Qi Refining disciples.
But there is one thing…
Zhao Sheng bent down, put his face close to Wei Youquan's body, and sniffed it carefully.
suddenly,
Zhao Sheng's face lit up with joy.
He smelled a strange smell of blood coming from Wei Youquan's seven orifices.
This smell of blood is very similar to the smell of corpses and cannot be detected by ordinary people, but it cannot be hidden from his nose.
Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to hold Wei Youquan's head, and streams of pure spiritual power penetrated from his seven orifices.
Soon, Zhao Sheng made a big discovery.
Deep in Wei Youquan's Zi Mansion, a blood pill that was as red as a pearl, as round as an inch, appeared.
The blood pill seems real and illusory, with an expressionless, lifeless face appearing on its surface from time to time.
This face is very familiar, who else could it be if it weren't Wei Youquan.
When Zhao Sheng saw this scene, he was shocked.
For a moment, he suddenly recalled the strange thing he had encountered on Tianzhu Mountain decades ago.
The strange blood stains, the strange face on the stone tablet, and the strange blood pill that gave birth to Wei You's full face!
What is the connection between the three?
Just when Zhao Sheng's heart was filled with turmoil, the door was suddenly kicked open, and then a streak of blood flew in, instantly shattering the barrier.
Zhao Sheng turned around fiercely and looked outside.
Just at this moment, two men wearing hooded black robes walked in from outside.
When Zhao Sheng saw the two figures, his expression changed and he thought: "They came so fast!"
He didn't know these two men in black robes, but he was very familiar with their identities.
These two people were the corpse collectors of the Guiyuan Sect, and were responsible for collecting the bodies of the foundation-building monks and bringing them back to the Yuan Sect for burial.