Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The moonlight is dim, and the dead branches are like shadows.

Wang Xuanzhi stood outside the courtyard wall, holding a delicate brocade box in his hand.

These days, while he was busy rebuilding the Yuyao Division, he also had to deal with the inquiries from above, and he didn't even have time to catch his breath.

Now, after everything was over, Wang Xuanzhi came to visit immediately.

Zhou Dao was a low-key person, so he chose to come over at midnight, as cautious as he was worshipping his ancestors.

In Wang Xuanzhi's eyes, Zhou Dao is not just an ordinary powerhouse whose strength surpasses him.

He is also a disciple of Li Zangfeng.

In recent days, the outside has been fried, and the major forces are racing to find out the identity of Li Zangfeng's disciples.

There are even many aristocratic families, disciples of Taoism Sect, who want to show off against Li Zangfeng's disciples.

No one knows, who is Sacred, the descendant of this famous swordsman.

Wang Xuanzhi knew, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Saying it out would be a disaster.

But not to mention, it is a great opportunity.

Wang Xuanzhi knew very well that this man in the courtyard had a great future and an incomparably splendid future. As long as he followed closely, his day would not be far off.

"Come in." Zhou Dao's voice came.

Wang Xuanzhi straightened his clothes and cleared his throat before carefully pushing the door and walking in.

The house is not big, the candles are dimly lit, and the layout is very simple.

"Lord Zhensi, late at night..." Zhou Dao got straight to the point.

He vaguely knew that Wang Xuanzhi should have come to show his favor, after all, he had already shown his strength.

With such a great master hidden in Ping'an Town, under his nose, it is impossible for Wang Xuanzhi to remain indifferent.

"No, you must never call it that..." Wang Xuanzhi said with a wry smile.

At this time, how could he have the courage to stand up to Zhou Dao?

Isn't this a joke?

"Just call me by my name."

Zhou Dao nodded, not being pretentious.

This world is like this, status is matched with strength.

Don't look at Wang Xuanzhi as the Secretary of Zhen, but in front of Zhou Dao, he naturally lowered his head.

"When there is no one in the future, I will call you Xiao Wang." Zhou Dao whispered.

He is very aware of the current situation, and his identity has become a little sensitive.

Li Zangfeng's disciple, this name is not used to bluff people, the whole world is looking for it, digging three feet into the ground to find it.

At this time, it is more important to keep a low profile and develop silently.

After that night, Zhou Dao had a clearer understanding of the world, and the Nine Transformations of Refining Realm was far from the end.

"There's nothing major in the future, don't run to me, everyone is very busy, and they have to go to work tomorrow..." Zhou Dao reminded.

He didn't want to attract too much attention, the dignified town chief, always looking for the Demon Sealing Master below, or in the middle of the night, when the neighbors saw him, he would always gossip.

"I understand." Wang Xuanzhi understood.

He had already made a plan not to be too eager and flattering, starting from the details and gradually strengthening his presence in front of Zhou Dao over time.

"This is Cha Yueju's dessert, you can try it." Wang Xuanzhi put down the brocade box in his hand.

"Tea Yueju!?" Zhou Dao thought to himself.

This is a newly opened high-end dim sum shop in Pingjiang City. It is said to be extremely popular. There are long queues in front of the door every day.

Even, because of this dim sum shop, it has also spawned a scalper selling account.

Two days ago, Lin Liuli wrote a letter and mentioned this dim sum, thinking of sending a box to Zhou Dao in two days.

It looks like a box of snacks, but it is a lot of thought.

"I have a heart." Zhou Dao left the dim sum and motioned Wang Xuanzhi to sit down.

The two chatted casually.

After all, Wang Xuanzhi came from the imperial capital. He once studied and cultivated in Taiji Academy, and his knowledge and attitude were extraordinary.

Zhou Dao vaguely knew that Wang Xuanzhi seemed to have a rather dark past, like a Hearts Demon, entangled for a long time.

"Since I left the imperial capital, I have never gone back." Wang Xuanzhi sighed, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

"People, as long as you have thoughts, you have hope, and you will always go back." Zhou Dao whispered.

"Has there been any difficult cases in the Sili recently?" Zhou Dao asked suddenly after changing the conversation.

Now, if he wants to improve his strength as soon as possible, he must get more and stronger monsters to sacrifice.

Wang Xuanzhi thought for a while, "We don't have one in our town, but Dongyang Town heard about a big case."

"tell me the story."

"Tian Youcai, the richest man in Dongyang Town, contracted a strange disease three years ago. He developed white spots on his body, in large chunks. It didn't take long for him to even have it on his face. No amount of doctors could cure it. ."

"Two months ago, he met a black-robed Taoist priest who gave him a yellow-skin plaster to stick it on the affected area..."

The next day, the white spot where the plaster was applied disappeared.

Tian Youcai was overjoyed and spent a lot of money to buy a lot of this yellow-skinned plaster from the black-robed Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest in black robe told him to put on a pair every seven days, and then left.

However, Tian Youcai thought it was too long, so he didn't want to wait any longer, so he put it all on his body at once.

Sure enough, the medicine cured the disease, and the next day, all the white spots on his body were eliminated.

Hearing this, Zhou Dao didn't find anything wrong.

He didn't speak, but continued to listen.

"Everything was fine at first, but just over half a month ago, Tian Youcai developed a sarcoma on his neck. At first it was only the size of a chestnut..."

"Who would have thought that the sarcoma grew bigger and bigger, and it was already the size of a watermelon seven days ago..."

"Can't you cut it?" Zhou Dao asked.

Wang Xuanzhi shook his head, "The doctor has seen it, that sarcoid is connected to the heart vein and can be cut continuously... This is not the most important thing..."

"Seven days ago, a human face grew out of that sarcoid!"

"Human face?" Zhou Dao came to the spirit.

The sarcoma on the neck has a human face, but I have never heard of it.

"The Yu Yaosi of Dongyang Town went over to see it. The usual methods were useless, and they even used a talisman, but the sarcoid didn't have the slightest Monster Qi." Wang Xuanzhi was also puzzled.

It stands to reason that this thing should be a monster without a doubt, but Yu Yaosi's means can't detect it, and Fu Lu can't dissolve it, which is really weird.

"It's interesting, I probably know what it is." Zhou Dao whispered.

There is no relevant record in the "Yu Yao Division Work Manual", but he has seen something similar in "Yi Yao Zhi" by Uncle Qin.

This is good stuff!

"Xiao Wang, can we in Ping'an Town organize a team to go and observe?" Zhou Dao grinned.

"Observe and study?" Wang Xuanzhi was stunned, and immediately nodded firmly.

"can!"

...

Pingjiang City.

In Wanhualou, a young man walked out, smelling of alcohol.

"Young Master Yuan, don't you include the night? Come to play often in the future." A sharp greeting came from behind.

Yuan Shaoqing looked cold and walked towards the empty street without looking back.

These days, he is so reckless that he has no interest in visiting the flower building, and it is difficult to last.

His Little Brother died in Peace.

Uncle Shi died in Ping'an Town.

Even the invited Ming Yunzi died in Ping'an Town.

This made Yuan Shaoqing have some doubts about life, and there seemed to be some restraint in that place.

However, the more this happened, the more anger he felt in his heart, and he wished that all the garbage in Ping'an Town could be turned into a pot.

"It really doesn't work, go back to the Ghost Sect to see if you can ask the master to take action." Yuan Shaoqing thought in his heart.

At this moment, a person walked towards him, with a vacant figure and an extremely fast speed, passing him like a gust of wind.

After all, Yuan Shaoqing is a master of the seven transformations of the refining realm, and he has a strange heart. When he turns his head and looks, it is a black-robed Daoist.

He faintly felt that this Daoist was extraordinary.

"Brother, please stay!" Yuan Shaoqing sent an invitation.