Besides...he wasn't the one who was going to suffer misfortune, so naturally he didn't care anymore.
"When I go to Daqian this time, the first thing is to see which direction the wind is blowing. The second thing is to sell out badly. Even if Shushan Jiange doesn't take action, there may be other sects... and the third thing is, if the situation is really irreversible, just run away." Already?'
'Uh... how about rescuing me first?'
As for why He Yu was asked to follow?
In addition to making the other party suffer, Aaron also did not want to meet the monks of Shushan Sword Pavilion.
After all, he had done bad things before and felt guilty. Although he had changed his face, the Nascent Soul Sect might not recognize him...
Even if there is only a slight chance, don’t take any chances!
With Aaron, the old horse, leading the way across the boundless desert, the road to Daqian was naturally quite smooth.
While he was on his way, Aaron did not relax his practice.
No matter what...
He looked at the properties panel and sighed deeply:
[Name: Fang Yu (Aaron)] [Talent: Immortality] [Age: 1403] [Realm: Late Dan Formation] [Skill: Mingyu Jue Sixteenth Level (2/30000)]
"Entering the late stage of pill formation, the proficiency requirements are further increased... It seems that if there is no spiritual pill and the spiritual energy is not abundant, it will take about a thousand years to complete the cultivation?"
Aaron complained in his mind, and after finishing his training, he came to the deck of the flying boat.
He Yu was being treated as a coolie to control the flying boat, but his face was full of admiration: "I didn't expect that the Supreme Elder actually had a map of this boundless desert... I heard that since the destruction of the Haoran Sect, the flying boat on the trade route to Daqian has been Out of service…
I have always regretted not being able to see it."
"Haha, it was the Qingding Sect that destroyed the Haoran Sect, and it was the Li family that destroyed the Qingding Sect."
Aaron laughed twice and let He Yu guess.
"It turns out that the Li family originally obtained the route map from the Qingding Sect, and later it came into the hands of our sect?" He Yu's eyes lit up: "If we can learn from the Haoran Sect and open up routes, the profits will be simply..."
"Don't think too much... The Haoran Sect was able to set up a route in the first place, which was also the result of the truce between the good and the devil." Aaron directly poured cold water on him: "Now that the Black Demon Sect is rampant, even if they just robbed a flying boat, you will still cry. of!"
If a monk traveling alone across the boundless desert can be considered stealthy, then driving a huge flying boat swaggering through the city is like actively inviting demonic cultivators to rob him.
"Alas...the Supreme Elder is right." He Yu regretfully gave up on this originally tempting idea.
Qianyang City.
After hundreds of years of absence, this city composed entirely of immortal cultivators is still as lively and grand as ever.
Even the patrolling monk guarding the door was not very surprised when he saw Aaron, the alchemy monk. He just bowed and went through the formalities for the two of them smoothly.
"Is this Qianyang City?"
He Yu completely had the mentality of a country bumpkin going to the city, and felt that even one pair of eyes was not enough to see.
After asking about the prices in Qianyang City, I couldn't help but sigh: "It's not easy to live in Qianyang."
"But there are a lot of good things in Qianyang City... I bought the top-grade life-extending elixir in this city back then..."
Aaron was a little self-satisfied.
This is actually patching yourself up for longevity.
Anyway, I said I bought the elixir, but I didn’t say how many of them I had! I didn’t say how specific their life-extending effects were.
"I see!"
He Yu was a little happy.
At this critical moment of life and death, if the Supreme Elder can live a few more years, it will definitely be of great benefit to the Yaowang Sect!
"Let's find a place to stay first...and then repair it for a few days, and then you will go and cry..."
Aaron put his hand on He Yu's shoulder and said sincerely: "The future of Yaowang Sect and the Far West depends on you!"
He Yu inexplicably felt a lot heavier on his body, and said solemnly: "Please don't worry, Elder Taishang! Even if I kneel and die in front of the mountain gate, I still have to ask those famous sects to take action!"
Half a year later.
A teahouse.
Aaron occupied a table and drank tea leisurely.
The people in this teahouse are all immortal cultivators, and they talk about interesting things from time to time, which is a good pastime for relaxing.
Well, since arriving in Qianyang City, he and He Yubing have split up and let He Yu work alone.
Even between the two of them, they only communicated with each other using items such as jade symbols.
-Aaron This is to prevent He Yu from being targeted by the Black Demon Sect Yuanying, and then follow the clues to find him...
After all, his whereabouts are unpredictable and he can hide his identity.
But He Yu, who goes to cry every day, can't run away...
If he unfortunately dies for this reason, Aaron will definitely posthumously make him an honorary Supreme Elder of the Yaowang Sect, and then promote his descendants...
At this time, Aaron picked up a cup of spiritual tea and heard the immortal cultivator who was also drinking tea talking about recent interesting things in the world of immortality.
The genius of a certain sect has formed an elixir...
A certain fairy announced that she had found a suitable husband and was preparing to hold a Taoist couple ceremony...
A certain well-known immortal cultivator fell into a battle or ruins...
There are so many and so many.
The various forms of cultivation are very similar to those of ordinary people.
However, this is more in line with the immortal in Aaron's heart.
After all, if you cultivate yourself into a stone in order to live forever, that doesn't mean much.
At this time, a joking voice came into his ears:
"That man was kneeling in front of Thousand Swords Peak and crying... Do you know who that is? He is actually the leader of a sect. It is said that there are also pill-forming monks in the sect... He is simply an embarrassment to us and other foundation builders, ugh!"
A young man in a blue shirt told interesting stories.
"Oh? Since you are the master of a sect, why do you want to kneel at the mountain gate and offend those sword cultivators?"
Another girl in red asked with a smile.
"If I had been offended, I would not be alive now... It turns out that the man called himself He Yu, and he came from the far west... a poor and desolate place.
The highest a monk can do is form pills. Recently, the Black Demon Sect has been expanding there, squeezing out their small local monks and making them miserable.
That’s why I came to ask for help!”
"So that's it... Black Demon Sect... This is a major demon sect. It has always been an enemy of Shushan Jiange. Even though it is at a disadvantage, it is obviously not trivial to survive to this day." An experienced monk said something fair: "That little shabby place doesn't even have a Nascent Soul, so it can't just come and ask for help from our Daqian Zhengdao? It's a pity... Hehe... This time, even if the sect leader crashed to death in front of the gate of Shushan Sword Pavilion, Shushan Sword Pavilion would also be dead. It’s absolutely impossible to agree to it.”
There is no difference between this immortal cultivator and ordinary people, and the immortal cultivators in Daqian naturally feel superior to any cultivators from small places.
As he spoke, his eyes looked at Aaron, who was glancing over here.
"What does this elder have to say?"
Aaron raised his teacup and saluted from afar, then asked with a smile.
"To be honest... I do know a little bit about the inside story, but I'm hungry..." The old monk seemed to be a bit conceited.
"It's a simple matter." Aaron smiled and immediately asked the waiter to serve some spiritual snacks.
The old cultivator stuffed a pastry made of spiritual rice into his mouth, and then said calmly: "You may not know something... This Black Demon Sect is about to start shaking, and maybe it will become the eleventh in the Great Qian. It’s a sect!”
As soon as this statement came out, many people's expressions changed: "Could it be... a god?!"
Most of the ten major sects in Daqian were founded by monks who transformed themselves into gods, or had some foundation at the level of transforming into gods.
As for whether there are any god-transformation monks in these sects now, it is a top secret that only their senior leaders know.
To be able to be ranked alongside the ten major sects of Daqian, it is natural that there is a monk who transforms into gods!
"Alas... In this world of cultivating immortals, there is a master of eliminating demons!"
A cultivator dressed as a Taoist priest sighed.
"Hehe... That's not true. What the demon cultivator cultivates is also the spiritual energy of heaven and earth! It's just that the nature is different..."
The old cultivator shook his head disapprovingly, as if he had seen too many dirty things among the famous and decent sects, and was a little cynical: "Let's not talk about this for now, let's talk about the miserable sect leader... Since the Black Demon Sect has a god-transforming monk, then the big brother Naturally, none of the ten major sects of Qian will be its enemy. Compared with dividing the territory of Daqian, the Black Demon Sect intends to expand to the four wastelands, but it is too late for them to support it!
How could you intervene?"
Aaron nodded slightly upon hearing this.
This old cultivator is right to the point.
This moment, that moment!
The reason why Shen Qingchen and others sent by the Jixi Alliance succeeded was because the Black Demon Sect was weak and Shushan Jiange was deliberately suppressing its development.
Even so, the Black Demon Sect was not ordered to withdraw from the Far West, but instead left Yuanchen Kingdom with a thorn in its side.
Now that the Black Demon Sect has a god-transforming demon cultivator, Shushan Jiange is not willing to confront him head-on, and has taken the initiative to cancel the oath, just with the idea of diverting the trouble to the east.
Young people often hold unrealistic illusions, but after suffering a few losses in the big classroom of society, the edges and corners are smoothed away.
In the world of immortality, whether it is the devil or the so-called 'famous and decent sect', they all actually follow one rule, and that is - the weak eat the strong!
The law of the jungle is vividly interpreted.
Although Aaron had seen this a long time ago, still letting He Yu come was just an excuse and a cover-up.
'After all, you need cover even if you do bad things...
'In addition, you can also test the attitude of those righteous sects and find out the news at the same time...'
'If a certain righteous force really takes action, it will make a lot of money!'
‘I don’t have to go that far’
While Aaron was thinking about it, he saw the old cultivator cupping his hands: "According to my opinion... that Sect Leader He will not only hit a wall in Shushan Sword Pavilion, but even if he approaches the Zhengqi Sect, Taixu Sect still won't get a response." I might be killed by a demon cultivator on the way... Do you think this is ridiculous? Hahaha..."
"It is naturally ridiculous to place one's own safety on the kindness of others."
Aaron also clapped his hands and laughed: "I think this small sect in the far west is just like this plate of jujube ball cake. Sooner or later it will be finished!!"
"Haha... this fellow Taoist is really funny..."
"Shopkeeper, here's another plate of jujube cake."
"Drink tea, drink tea..."
After some banter, Aaron got up and left, coming to the corner of the street.
In his sleeve, a jade talisman for communication was flashing.
Aaron played a mute note, and then input mana into the Jade Talisman of Communication.
"The Supreme Elder...Shushan Sword Pavilion completely ignored him..."
"I also found out that even the Zhengqi Sect, the leader of the righteous path among the ten major sects, allowed the Black Demon Sect to wreak havoc... This is the appeasement that the Supreme Elder mentioned before!"
He Yu's words came from the jade talisman, like a cuckoo crying for blood.
He is really sad.
Even the beautiful yearning in my heart for Daqian and the Shushan Jiange back then has been completely exhausted...
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Aaron's expression did not change. After all, he had already guessed the outcome. If there is no hope, there is no disappointment: "The matter has come to an end. You don't have to join me. You can go back to the sect by yourself. I'm working hard and there are still some things to do."
"As you command!"
After the exchange, Aaron's palm immediately glowed with black sun demonic fire and burned the jade talisman.
Immediately, he walked out of the place like a normal person and blended into the crowd.
The 'Xuantian Sect Ruins' came here to do a lot of work this time... Through secretly inquiring about the information, it seems that it has been completely abandoned and has become a well-known dangerous place, a Jedi?'
'Forget it, I'd better not go.'
'When you finish the big things at hand, you can go back to the far west to survive, and you will have everything you need until the end... Why take the risk?'
…
The night is dark.
Aaron drove a faint escaping light to the junction of the Black Demon Sect and the Shushan Sword Pavilion.
The Black Demon Sect and the Shushan Sword Pavilion were both Immortal Demon Sects with Nascent Soul cultivators. They occupied an extremely vast area, and their junction was even larger than the entire Far West combined!
Naturally, there are no spiritual veins in this kind of wilderness, let alone monks.
Aaron brought He Yu to Daqian. On the surface he wanted to cry for Qin Ting, but in fact he could only use it to deceive children.
What he really wants to do is to create a big event.
First drop a big bomb, then retreat to the far west and continue to hide!
"Actually... I still have a good impression of this world."
"If possible, I would rather live in the far west forever"
"But why? Why do people always want to break my sense of security?!"
"In order to protect the safety of the entire Far West, I have to make this painful decision."
Arriving at a barren mountain, sword rays fell and a cave was quickly opened.
Aaron came to the cave and patted the storage bag.
Some bloody objects appeared, and he quickly arranged them into a sacrificial ceremony.
When all this was completed, Aaron used his attainments in third-order formations to arrange an enhanced immortal cultivation formation outside of the ceremony.
Then, a low and hoarse strange language sounded in the ritual:
“Creator above Creator!”
"The absolute observer behind the multiple curtains!"
"The spirit of illusion that wanders in the unknown, the existence of absolute neutrality, the silent observer!"
Outside the cave, the sky seemed to be feeling something, dark clouds were gathering, and there was a sudden thunder.
Aaron sneered several times, and the majestic magic power in the later stage of the pill formation merged into the formation, turning into brilliance and rising into the sky.
Somehow, some passage seemed to have been opened.
At this time, he always felt that he should say something to the world:
"Do you know why Purple Sweet Potato Spirit lost? Because he only killed half of them!"
"No, this one is too villainous, change it and try again!"
"I came to this world so that everyone can be like a dragon and everyone can become an immortal! This is good, this is it!"
"All kinds of frosts compete for freedom. Why do you have to have spiritual roots to cultivate immortality?"
"I want everyone to be like a dragon, and everyone has the opportunity to transcend!"
Aaron then loudly promoted the ceremony: "In the name of me, Aaron Sotos! Summon the spirit of falsehood to come!!!"
Click!
Outside, the thunder in the dark clouds is like fish scales.
But the next moment, the clouds disappeared and a bright moonlight emerged.
Immediately afterwards, the moon suddenly turned extremely scarlet, and there seemed to be branches stretching out on it...
The ‘Blood Moon Disaster’, which will be forever remembered by the world of immortality in later generations, has begun!