Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The old woman looked at them suspiciously.

The school uniforms of the academy are similar to those of the sects, and are quite intimidating.

"No, I sincerely advise you to go back quickly. The immortals from the sects have come in several waves, saying they are here to exorcise the evil spirits, but none of them can escape alive." The old woman lowered her voice, sounding very secretive.

Qi Wu Yue raised his eyebrows: "Someone died here too?"

It stands to reason that no sect would be willing to take charge of such a wasteland. No matter what happens, the monks in the city will just turn a blind eye and ignore it.

There are actually people who come to take care of it, and there are several waves of them.

The old woman said: "You don't know."

It was a coincidence that Yunjin, the daughter of Old Yuntou in the town, was very beautiful. A month ago, she sent orange blossoms to the city to exchange for money, but unexpectedly she was spotted by a rich and dissolute young man.

That fellow wanted to take Yun Jin as his concubine, so he took a few servants and carried two boxes of spirit stones to Old Yuntou's house to propose marriage. He ran into a ghost cultivator wrapped in white cloth and holding a paper fire banner who was trying to catch people.

The playboy wants to marry Yunjin, and the ghost cultivator wants to capture Yunjin.

The dude was certainly furious. He had never taken the common people outside the city seriously, so he thought that the ghost cultivators were just ordinary people. He immediately ordered his servants to kill the ghost cultivators.

As a result, people make mistakes and horses stumble, and it turns out that there is a group of powerful ghost cultivators hiding in the wasteland outside the city.

The dude hero failed to save the beauty and had his head torn off by the ghost cultivator, dying instantly.

Wanku's father was one of the richest men in the city. He had only one son, Wanku, in his old age, and he treated him like the apple of his eye.

Unexpectedly, when he went out, his precious son, who was like his eyeballs, was dug out by a ghost cultivator.

He immediately invited the city's best fighters to avenge his son, and announced that he would give away his million-dollar fortune to anyone who could eliminate all the ghost cultivators.

Many sects in the city were tempted by this and sent disciples to encircle and suppress the rebellion.

The breeding conditions for the Yinmu Mingying Vine are special. It needs to be combined with secret methods and fresh blood and flesh of women. Those who have spiritual energy in their cultivation are naturally the best.

Stealing the ghost vine from the Ning family's auction house would inevitably lead to hunting. In order to save trouble and conceal his tracks, the old Taoist who picked melons chose to have his lair in the wilderness, and only captured people from outside the city.

Although there is not much spiritual energy, the advantage is that no one cares about it. Even if these people are killed, it will not attract the strong people in the city to intervene.

Who knew that one of his men accidentally killed a dandy, and the dandy attracted a group of disciples from small sects.

The nearest city to this place is just a two-star city.

Even if the city lord of a two-star city has a cultivation level of only around the Sealing Spirit Stage, he is at the initial stage of the Transformation Realm.

Those disciples who came one after another to the sect became nutrients with slightly richer spiritual energy.

Huanyi pointed at the bamboo basket placed in front of the old woman and asked, "What is that?"

In the bamboo basket is a basket of orange petals covered with dew. Some are as big as the palm of your hand, while others are as small as the tip of your finger. Each petal contains a very faint aura.

The old woman hurriedly introduced the things in the bamboo basket to everyone.

"This is orange blossom. It has a pleasant aroma and a little spiritual energy. It can be eaten—"

"Oh no, old lady, I mean that you can bathe in orange blossoms."

Consuming orange blossoms, which contain a small amount of spiritual energy, as spiritual medicine is a luxury that only the wealthy people in the town can afford, but they are cheap scented petals used by the monks in the city for bathing.

"Would you like to buy some? They're very cheap. One spirit stone can buy five orange flowers." The old woman's eyes showed a glimmer of hope.

Huanyi felt a little sympathy for the old man, besides, she had been warning them to be careful of ghost cultivators before.

There weren't actually that many orange blossoms in the old man's basket, they were just spread out.

Huanyi put a small bag of spirit stones in the old woman's hand and said, "Grandma, your orange blossom smells so good. I want this whole basket."

The old woman looked down at the spiritual stones in the bag and stammered uneasily, "Girl, you have too much. You gave me too much money."

Huanyi: “Not much. The orange blossoms you sell are fresh.”

There were turbid tears flashing in the old man's eyes.

"Is this orange spiritual flower called orange flower? I haven't seen it anywhere else." Xiao Lin picked up an orange flower in his hand and looked at it.

The spiritual energy contained in the spiritual flowers is very weak, even weaker than the most common spiritual grass.

But the fragrance is fresh and elegant.

The old woman said: "The soil in the wasteland is special, and it is difficult for crops to survive. Orange flowers are the only spiritual plants that can grow here. Most people in the town make a living by picking orange flowers and selling them."

"If you sell the orange blossoms to a nearby two-star city, a steward from the city will come to buy them. With the spiritual stones, you can exchange them for rice and flour from the city's grain bureau."

Maybe because of the million-dollar bounty, there have been a lot more monks active outside the city recently.

Sometimes the tips from these monks are far more than those from the managers who buy orange blossoms, so there are people here and there in the town who will put out orange blossoms to try their luck.

Xiao Lin mentioned casually: "When we came here, we also saw clusters of orange flowers growing in the wild, but there were many black spots on the surface of the petals."

It seems to be caused by the condensation of yin energy.

The old woman hurriedly reminded, "Those orange flowers have a strong yin energy, so customers cannot pick them and eat them at will. The orange flowers with black spots need to be exposed to the sun for three days before consumption, and stir-fried with powder made from yang ore to remove the yin energy carried by the petals."

"Strangely enough, six months ago, the orange blossoms were still clean without any black spots, so they didn't need to be baked with the sun ore."

“The price would have been better then,” she sighed. “Now the land has turned black, with more negative energy, and the orange flowers that grow there are covered with spots.”

Qi Wu Yue held an umbrella, half-closed his eyes and lazily listened to the old woman instructing Huan Yi on how to use orange blossom bath and how to cook it best if it was to be eaten.

Of course, the latter was just for Xiao Lin to listen to.

He suddenly opened his eyelids, tilted his head, and looked at a certain place with his silver eyes.

someone.

There were five men and one woman, whose cultivation levels fluctuated around the Condensation Veins stage.

Qi Wu Yue calmed down and sensed it, then slowly retracted his gaze and raised his umbrella to interrupt the old man's instructions: "Okay, I remember, Huan Yi, let's go."

Huanyi was holding the bamboo basket and was carried away by Xiao Lin with a confused look on her face. She was not until they reached a secluded corner that she was let down by the collar.

Xiao Lin looked at Qi Wu Yue and said, "Someone is coming? Is he here because of the bounty for the ghost cultivator?"

Qi Wu Yue nodded.

Huan Yi didn't understand what this meant, so she raised her hand silently: "So... should we join them?"

Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin simultaneously turned their gaze towards Huan Yi.

Huanyi's scalp tingled, and she hugged the small basket tightly and took a step back subconsciously.

not good!

"Take off your hair yourself and move your face a little closer." Qi Wu Yue wiped some dust off his hands and gave the instructions.

Huanyi had a fearless look on her face, closed her eyes and moved her face closer.

After applying plaster, rubbing her hair and smearing yellow water for half a minute, the once pretty, fair and tender little girl suddenly turned into a dirty, poor little thing.

In particular, Xiao Lin also refined two plants of Coptis chinensis and extracted a ball of withered yellow medicinal liquid.

Huanyi took the liquid medicine and applied color to the exposed skin on her body.

In an instant, he became pale, thin, and malnourished, with his head drooping, looking just like a wilted and miserable cabbage.

Huanyi looked bitter and resentful, "I went?"

With her messy hair, she turned around and looked at the boss again, "Am I really going there?"

Qi Wu Yue propped up his chin and sent her away: "Go quickly."