"Senior Brother Zhang, this small valley provides a place for disciples to refine weapons. Below the valley, there are branches of earth fire that were transferred by several elders using their great magical powers."
A middle-aged man with a wretched appearance stepped on a leaf-shaped flying magic weapon, suspended in mid-air, and introduced it eloquently to a big man next to him who was using the spirit shuttle.
Below and to the left of them is a small valley that is several miles in radius and exudes a hot atmosphere.
The big man with a sinister face is naturally Lu Kun, whose pseudonym is Zhang Yiyang, who has just joined the Blood Refining Sect.
This middle-aged man Yuan Dazhu is a low-level disciple guarding the entrance hall. His name sounds rough, but his body is thin, his eyebrows are thin, and his eyes are small, which is completely inconsistent with his name.
Yuan Dazhu's qualifications were not high, so he relied on his family to enter the Blood Refining Sect and be able to practice in this spiritually rich place.
Although the Blood Refining Sect prohibits killing between fellow sects, as long as no one is killed, it does not violate the sect's oath. In order to compete for some tasks and other resources with high contribution points, the competition within the Blood Refining Sect is very fierce.
This is especially obvious between Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment monks, who often fight over some interests.
Yuan Dazhu was a tactful person, and he always fawned over his fellow disciples who had strong cultivation. Although he did not get any substantial benefits, at least he was a familiar face, and not many people came to trouble him.
He fawned over fellow sect members with high cultivation levels, and Yuan Dazhu only took on simple tasks within the sect, so he was safe and sound, barely reaching the tenth level of Qi Refining.
His situation is very rare in the Blood Refining Sect. If he were in the normal Qi refining period, it would be impossible for him to cultivate stably in the sect for more than twenty years.
They will either be promoted to the foundation-building stage, or their resources will be overtly and secretly snatched away by other members of the same sect.
These people often have no choice but to return to their original families due to lack of resources, reproduce their offspring honestly, and strive to create descendants with strong spiritual roots.
Compared with these people, Yuan Dazhu is much luckier. At least he is still involved in the Blood Refining Sect. Relying on the abundant spiritual energy here, it may not be impossible to cultivate to the perfection of Qi Refining in his lifetime.
Yuan Dazhu had fawned over many disciples, and now he set his sights on Zhang Yiyang, a casual cultivator who had just started.
In his opinion, Yi Yang stood out from a hundred Qi Refining stage casual cultivators, and his absolute combat power exploded. He was a thigh that couldn't be thicker, and he must hug it.
But to be cautious, he still wanted to test whether the thigh knot was strong.
Yuan Dazhu continued to speak, his little eyes rolling.
"Senior Brother Zhang, that's the pill store over there. As long as you have enough contribution points, you can even exchange for ten Foundation Establishment Pills!"
When Lu Kun heard this, he looked anxious and said, "Boy, how do I redeem the Foundation Establishment Pill?"
Yuan Dazhu knew he would ask this question, and immediately said: "The Foundation Establishment Pill is extremely valuable, and it takes fifty contribution points to exchange for one."
Then he said with some envy: "Senior brother, in the first week of your apprenticeship, it is said that you can go to the mission hall and exchange spiritual stones for contribution points."
Yuan Dazhu paused and said regretfully: "It's a pity that when I started, before I entered the mission hall, I was forced to hand over all the spiritual stones in my hand."
Lu Kun asked strangely: "Why, is it possible that there are still people inside the door who are robbing the spirit stones?"
Yuan Dazhu said with fear on his face: "Senior Brother Zhang, the huge building on the top of the mountain in front is the mission hall of our sect. We'd better not go there. There is a group of people guarding the door all year round."
"If a disciple in the Qi refining stage wants to enter, all he has to do is hand over a few spirit stones. But if he is a new disciple, he must hand over all the spirit stones on his body, otherwise his limbs will be broken."
Zhang Yiyang asked doubtfully: "This group of people are foundation-building monks?"
Yuan Dazhu shook his head: "How can seniors in the Foundation Establishment Stage have the leisure to do this? This group of people are all at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and they are all disciples of the top three families in our sect. Even the disciples of Qi Refining Dzogchen.
We must take care of the three major families behind us."
A glimmer of light flashed in Lu Kun's eyes: "You are collecting money openly, but the sect doesn't care?"
Yuan Dazhu replied: "In the Blood Refining Sect, the weak will prey on the strong, as long as they don't violate the sect's oath, it doesn't say they can't rob."
When Lu Kun heard this, the flesh on his face trembled, and his face was full of excitement: "Haha, I really didn't come to the Blood Refining Sect. Come on, let's go to the mission hall now."
After saying that, he took the lead and flew towards the mountain peak ahead.
"You took the initiative, not me instigating you."
Muttering in his heart, Yuan Dazhu also urged the leaf-shaped magic weapon under his feet, opened a little distance, and followed Lu Kun from a distance.
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The mission hall occupies a small half of the top of the mountain. The main entrance is more than one foot wide. Two lions made of black jade stand in front of the door, with an inexplicable forbidden aura flashing above them.
Under the steps in front of the main entrance, there were three Blood Refining Sect disciples standing. One of them, a man and a woman, each held a jade slip and was lost in it. The other man with a dark face smiled and looked at the people coming and going.
He only stared at the Qi Refining disciples. Every low-level disciple who wanted to enter the mission hall honestly threw him one or two spiritual stones before entering the mission hall.
The dark-faced man weighed a storage bag in his hand and was extremely satisfied. It had only been ten days since this month, and he had accumulated more than a thousand spiritual stones in his hand. He might be able to get five thousand spiritual stones this month.
For a large sect like the Blood Refining Sect, the number of disciples in the Qi Refining Stage is beyond imagination, with thousands of them.
These low-level disciples all need the sect's contribution points for the sect's elixir skills resources. There are at least a hundred low-level disciples who come to the mission hall every day.
The dark-faced man glanced at the two people next to him and felt a little unhappy.
"It's true that our family actually sent three people here. Who would offend our Ma family because of one or two spiritual stones?"
It was just what he thought. The task of extorting spiritual stones at the entrance of the mission hall had long been taken care of by the three largest families.
Each family can earn nearly 20,000 spirit stones in four months by randomly sending out two or three twelfth-level Qi Refining monks. Everyone wants this kind of good thing.
As long as you are not from one of the three major families, if you enter the mission hall once, you must hand over the spirit stone honestly.
Just when the black-faced man was thinking wildly, suddenly a man with a fleshy face came from not far away, with the aura of Qi Refining Dzogchen on his body.
"Hey, I haven't seen this disciple before. Is he new here?" Immortal cultivators can have a photographic memory after developing spiritual consciousness. Although the black-faced man could not recognize every cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, he was at least somewhat familiar.
"It's not yet time for new disciples to get started. Could it be that they are casual cultivators from Blood Mist Valley?"
Not only the black-faced man, but also the two people next to him noticed this strange man, with excitement in their eyes.
You must know that the casual cultivators in Blood Mist Valley have picked up so many storage bags in the valley, and they are all extremely rich. The spiritual stones extorted from these casual cultivators may not be as much as what they earn in a month.
As for the combat effectiveness of the casual cultivators, although these people are a little wary, they don't take it to heart. They have prepared special junior top-level talismans. All the casual cultivators who have entered before have been subdued by their talismans.
Soon, this ruthless casual cultivator came directly in front of them. He crossed his arms and said lazily: "You three, please hand over all the spiritual stones in your hands to me. Don't force me to do it."
The black-faced man's expression froze, this must be what he wanted to say.