The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

Chao Zhao did not stay here for long.

After Changyue's courtyard was built, she took the little wolf to clear out the monsters on the mountain and warned them not to approach the courtyard.

With the remaining power of the God incarnation falling, how could these monsters dare to disobey?

When Chao Zhaohe Xiaolang came back, he saw a bonfire burning in the quiet courtyard, and Changyue was humming a tune and busying around.

"Ugh?"

After a moment, she suddenly stopped in shock.

"...That's not right."

Her eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if she had lost something very precious but could not remember it.

"I am a rabbit demon, I shouldn't make fire..."

She murmured, "Who is that for?"

Seeing this scene, Chao Zhao stopped.

Tong Xiaosheng may not understand.

Even if the soul dissipates and the memory is tampered with, the instinct is attached to the bone marrow and rooted deep in the soul and cannot be changed.

She didn't go any further, but instead patted the little wolf's head and sighed, "Let's go."

The little wolf didn't understand, but he still left quietly with Chao Zhao.

......

On the third day after arriving in Nanyouzhou, Chao Zhao entered the Dead You City.

Even though it is the only city in Southern Youzhou, Dead You City is still more chaotic and disorderly than other places.

Those who pass by show off their power and danger without any concealment.

Robbery, intimidation, riots...can happen at any time.

Chao Zhao was dressed in a black robe, preparing to pass through the crowd in a low-key manner, but she just squeezed in, squeezed, squeezed - couldn't squeeze in? !

"........."

Chao Zhao looked up in shock.

They discovered that the only avenue in the city was crowded with monks from all walks of life, most of whom were desperate criminals, and that the road was completely blocked.

In such a big city, is there no one to direct traffic? !

Just when she was speechless, she smelt a fresh bamboo fragrance around her, and then a pair of slender white fingers grabbed the corner of her robe and pulled her out.

"......Who are you?"

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was dressed in simple blue clothes, had gentle features and warm and harmless eyes, Chao Zhao felt a little depressed.

Was she distracted just now? She didn't even notice that there was someone standing next to her.

"I am just a casual cultivator."

The young man raised his fist leisurely, his posture exuding a graceful and elegant charm, "I just happened to see the girl was about to be taken away, so I took action."

"Thank you."

He nodded to Zhao, his curious gaze falling directly on the young man. The closer he got to him, the stronger the green bamboo scent on his body became.

"You were pickled in bamboo?"

"........."

The young man seemed speechless, and maintained a polite smile, "My name is Xi Huaizhu, but I have been practicing with bamboo forests for many years."

"Oh, sorry."

Zhao Zhao showed his white teeth and smiled back, "My name is Zhao Zhao."

"Towards the girl."

Xi Huaizhu maintained a distant and polite demeanor and nodded slightly.

"Just call me Zhao Zhao."

He waved to Zhao, then turned and looked at the crowd in front of him.

A quarrel seemed to have broken out there, and soon a strong fluctuation of spiritual energy burst out on the street.

"Two Nascent Soul spiritual powers."

Chao Zhao's eyes flashed and his tone was surprised.

What happened that caused the two Yuanying masters to fight each other in the Death City?

Although this kind of fight is common in Dead City, Yuanying masters are not yet everywhere.

The conflict between the two Yuanyings caused the crowded crowd to run away desperately to avoid being hurt.

As a result, the small space next to Chao Zhao that Xi Huaizhu had finally pulled out became even more crowded.

She had no choice but to continue moving closer to Xi Huaizhu.

"follow me."

Xi Huaizhu suddenly grabbed Chao Zhao's wrist and took her to the alley behind.

The cool and warm touch startled Chao Zhao.

——It’s too cold.

Not like a normal human temperature.

But soon Chao Zhao no longer had the heart to care about this issue.

She looked at the wall in front of her, watching Xi Huaizhu calmly climb up with his feet, and even standing on the wall, lowering his head and reaching out to her.

"Zhao Zhao, come up quickly."

"........."

There was so much to complain about that Chao Zhao didn't know how to start talking for a moment.

Xi Huaizhu stood against the light, wearing a simple green linen dress that showed his upright attitude: "Don't you want to find the best seat to watch the show?"

"Although——"

Chao Zhao took a deep breath, his tone faintly collapsed, "We are monks!!!"

Which monk still needs to do this kind of wall climbing? !

She jumped up.

After Chao Zhao climbed up, Xi Huaizhu nodded with a look of sudden enlightenment: "I have always climbed up by myself."

"Aren't you a swordsman?"

Chao Zhao looked depressedly at the green bamboo instrument on his waist.

Xi Huaizhu smiled but said nothing.

"I am a casual cultivator, so naturally I have a little bit of everything."

"......oh."

Chao Zhao was stunned for a moment.

Xi Huaizhu should be the first independent cultivator she truly met.

The group of independent cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation is very large, even larger than the sects and aristocratic families, but at the same time they are also the weakest group.

Without the sect's unique resources and the cultivation of the aristocratic family, independent cultivators can only rely on themselves, and their cultivation conditions are thousands of times more stringent than those for others.

In the world of cultivating immortals, even a powerful individual cultivator may not appear for hundreds of years.

Xi Huaizhu didn't lie to her.

After the two men climbed up the wall and bypassed a group of houses, Chao Zhao soon arrived at the place where the conflict broke out in front.

It's just that they were lying on someone's roof.

"sit."

Xi Huaizhu was calm and sat down directly on the raised roof.

Chao Zhao was silent for a moment.

She didn't understand the code of conduct of the independent cultivators, but she decided to finish watching the show first.

"Liu Sandao, what do you mean?!"

One of the Nascent Soul masters shouted angrily, "It's not you who discovered the spiritual vein, everyone depends on their own ability!"

"Humph!"

The man called Liu Sandao sneered, "Who wouldn't be jealous of that ownerless spiritual vein? If you want it, you have to get past me first!"

Chao Zhao took a quick look and found that there were many people hiding in the crowd who were watching the fight and were ready to reap the benefits.

Chao Zhao couldn't help but turn his head and look at Xi Huaizhu, subconsciously thinking that he should know the situation here.

"What does it mean that there is no owner of the spiritual vein?"

Xi Huaizhu raised his lips slightly and answered her question gently: "A day ago, an earthquake occurred in the mountains outside the Dead City. After the earthquake, an ownerless spiritual vein suddenly appeared. The spiritual power of the entire spiritual vein is pure and rich, and only the tip of the iceberg has been developed... But just from this tip of the iceberg, at least hundreds of millions of spiritual stones have been mined."

"Take the young master?!!!"

Screaming like a groundhog.

Hundreds of millions!

Spirit Stone!!!

She had never seen so many spirit stones in her life.