Daoist friend, you are a treasure, let me refine it for you

Feihuang Mountain, everyone in the sect gathered in the sect's main hall.

Just because the news brought back by Kuishui made them sleepless and uneasy.

In order to save Yimu, the sect leader went to Changchuan Huang's house alone.

"Senior Brother Guanming, it's been a day, why hasn't Master come back yet?"

Qing Shu sat obediently and looked outside from time to time. She didn't know what the Changchuan Huang family represented, but she only knew that it must be dangerous there.

"Don't be afraid, junior sister, Master will definitely come back."

At this time, Guan Ming, as the eldest among the disciples, took the initiative to take on the important task of calming his emotions.

The two of them agreed with Tongxin, their eyes were red, and they had not slept all night long.

Guan Ming couldn't bear to see the youngest junior disciple like this, and said, "I agree, if you are tired, I will send you back to the house to rest. We will continue to wait for Master."

"No, I have to wait here for Master to come back! Senior Sister has been taken away, and Hall Master Yimu has also been taken away. The people outside are good and bad! They look at me strangely and want to hurt us. I We’re going to kill them all!”

"Yes, have we ever provoked them? Master took us all to hide in the mountains and hurt us... If I gain strength through practice, I must make them pay the price."

Tingfeng echoed Tong Xin's words, saying that their world is very small, so small that there are only those within the sect and those outside the sect, and those outside the sect are all bad people who want to harm them.

Kuishui and other hall masters were listening. Although the older ones knew that the ideas of these children were incorrect, at this moment, they had no intention of correcting them.

They were equally angry at the Huang family and equally worried about the safety of their sect leader.

The sky gradually became brighter, until in the afternoon, a figure walked into the sect's main hall.

"Why are you all sitting here? Are you holding a meeting behind my back?"

When Jiang Yu walked into the hall, he felt that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, so he made a casual joke to ease everyone's mood.

"metropolitan!"

"Master!"

Everyone came forward happily, looked up and down, found no injuries, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Jiang Yu was fine, Kuishui retreated behind the crowd and said, "Master, you must be tired after being here for a day and two nights. I'll boil water for you."

"No need. You should keep watch in the mountains. Everyone looks like they are sleep deprived."

Jiang Yu waved his hand. Kuishui, as a woman, was indeed more thoughtful. Seeing that he came back alone, he thought of letting him rest first. He probably thought that he had failed to rescue Yimu.

"Kui Shui should have told you why I went here. Yes, the Changchuan Huang family kidnapped a member of my family, and I naturally want to seek justice. But you should also have discovered that I came back alone, and Yimu did not come back. "

Having said this, Jiang Yu paused.

Everyone looked gloomy or sad, and they vaguely realized that Otomu might have been killed.

But there was no blame. Jiang Yu bought them and became his master. He risked his life to save them. This was an unimaginable kindness.

"Sect Master, we will definitely avenge Yimu. This is my duty!"

Gengjin's eyes were firm. Jintang's duty was to be the sword of the sect, and he remembered the hatred of the Huang family.

"Well done, you just have to have this momentum. When you all start practicing, you don't have to be afraid of the Huang family and the Li family.

However, this sect leader did not say anything happened to Yimu. Yimu can't come back for the time being and is still at Huang's house. However, through the message sent by the Infernal Corpse, the current situation is not too bad. We can even know the movements of the elders of the Huang family, and they said that they will send us a message in two months to report their safety, so there is no need to worry.

Okay, you all go and have a rest. Look at the haggard look on each of your faces. Originally, there was no color after taking the Immortality Pill, but now it looks more like a corpse. "

Jiang Yu gave Geng Jin a thumbs-up gesture, confirming Geng Jin's statement, and then waved everyone away.

"Hall Master Yimu, are you okay?! Great, but Master, can you tell us what happened?"

After learning that Yi Mu was fine, everyone suddenly felt relaxed. Several disciples of Guan Ming were still unwilling to leave, but instead pestered Jiang Yu to tell him how they raided the Huang family.

"Be obedient. I will tell you tomorrow. Have a good rest today. Children cannot miss sleep."

"Hey, I understand Master, let's listen to you again tomorrow."

Jiang Yu stretched out his hand and tapped each person's head lightly, then left with a smile. Controlling the Inferi for one night was quite a mental burden. At this moment, I just wanted to have a good sleep.

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Jiang Yu woke up from his deep sleep. He had slept for seven or eight hours.

"It's still a bit weak to control dozens of Inferi at the same time. I was so focused during the battle that I didn't realize it. After the battle, I had a headache."

When I got up from the bed, there was still a slight pain between my eyebrows, but it was nothing serious.

Although Yimu doesn't have to worry about his safety, there is another problem that needs to be solved.

Without Yimu, who will provide them with various materials.

At this moment, there are four hall masters and five disciples in the sect. The three sisters of the Luo family were taken into the water hall by Kuishui.

"It's not appropriate to send a woman out to control the caravan. Let Li Huo take over for the time being."

After thinking about it, Jiang Yu decided to let Li Huo, who was in charge of punishment, temporarily replace Yimu's position.

After seeing how powerful the monks were in the later stages of Qi refining, Jiang Yu became more attentive to cultivation.

After thinking for a moment, he came to the pig pen and brought out a sacrificial pig.

The Sacrifice Boar is a human body, and should be in the same category as a spiritual living body. Moreover, with the Mu Bo Order present, the process of using the Soul-Scorching Refining Liquid is extremely smooth.

crackling——

There was a crackling sound in the bones, and Jiang Yu immediately took out the jade bottle and began to collect the soul refining liquid.

"There are actually three bottles. Is it because of the sacrifice of pigs, or because he was originally a cultivator?"

In one refining process, I got three bottles of soul refining liquid, which was an unexpected surprise. I don’t know if it’s because the Sacrifice Pig can produce more soul refining liquid, or because he was a monk before transforming into the Sacrifice Pig.

After putting away the three bottles of soul refining liquid, Jiang Yu did not plan to take it himself, but returned to the sect.

He has not forgotten the promise he made to his disciples. The five disciples have realized that their talents are sufficient and can sense Qi on their own. The remaining disciples do not need to think about their cultivation talents. It will definitely not work.

You can only use soul refining liquid to obtain the first ray of mana, so as to skip the difficult Qi sensing stage.

The four disciples, Tingfeng and Qingshu, all agreed that although they had two heads and four arms, they shared the same body, so there should be... only one Dantian.

If one bottle is not enough and there is another pig in the pig pen, the worst case scenario is to practice it together.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Yu walked to the Dharma Teaching Room, where Kuishui usually taught several disciples.

"Sect Master, why are you here?"

"It's the sect leader who's here to tell us about the raid on the Huang family!"

Kuishui was confused, but several disciples were already cheering. Literacy and arithmetic are not as fun as listening to stories, let alone stories about their master.