Chapter Forty-Five: Captured

  Today's second update~~~

  Two or three dragon suits appeared one after another.

  Hua Shan and Yun Wu's performance is so disappointing!!!

  Zhang Chong walked out of the room where Ting Feng Luo had fallen, and then walked back to his own room with a limp, like an eggplant that had been frostbitten. In his hand, he was still holding a square red lacquer wooden box, which should be the thing that Ting Feng Luo had said would be given to him.

  Zhang Chong entered his own room and sat down along the bed frame, still holding the red lacquer wooden box in his hands. After sitting for a long time, he slowly opened it.

  Inside the wooden box, there was a huge round dan bead, about the size of Zhang's palm. In the dark night, it emitted a dazzling light. On the surface of the dan bead, a flowing light appeared and disappeared.

  Zhang Chong's heart was still thinking about the words he had just heard from Feng Luosuo.

  "I'm very satisfied with your performance this time. There are still three months until the next trial, and you have a deep good fortune, so don't worry that you won't have any opportunities at all."

  At this point, he handed the wooden box to Zhang Chong, and what followed was a sentence that shocked him beyond measure.

  "This Golden Elixir, I spent a lot of effort to get it, and I originally thought that when one of my direct disciples reached the critical point of breaking through to the 9th stage of the Divine Power level, I would give it to him. However, since you're participating in the Genius War this time, I'll give it to you instead. I hope it can greatly increase your strength. Although the Xuan Di Demon Body is difficult to cultivate, after you refine it into your body, your strength will be roughly comparable to that of a Divine Power level expert."

  In the words of Feng Lu, Zhang Chong came to understand that this golden elixir was a cultivator who had reached the Golden Elixir level. After reaching this level, the spiritual energy in their body would transform and become a golden elixir, which was the foundation of a Golden Elixir cultivator's life. If a Golden Elixir cultivator were to reach the brink of death, they would detonate this golden elixir, producing a massive explosion that would also take their own life.

  If he was killed before that, he would get his golden elixir. Although it couldn't transform all the power inside into his own, the wonderful use of this golden elixir was still boundless. If a person with extremely good innate abilities and strong divine powers were to obtain one golden elixir, perhaps it could even allow him to break through to the Yaksha level.

  "But do I really have to eat it?" Zhang looked at the golden elixir, thinking dully. Although he was extremely eager to make his strength stronger, he still had a bottom line. This golden elixir, in his eyes, was no different from a person.

  He remembered the time he ate plain food at Shuiyun House, his elderly ancestor from Nagano, with an ethereal and elegant demeanor, wasn't he a Golden Dan-level powerhouse?

  At this time, in the legend of the demon-repairing cultivator, it was said that they would eat people to cultivate, and all sorts of frightening rumors rushed into Zhang Chong's mind. At this moment, it had become so real.

  "Am I going to become a demon cultivator without humanity?" This was a question that Zhang Chong couldn't answer in his heart.

  "Why do we need to take the golden elixir of the immortal cultivator to cultivate, do you think it's scary? In fact, no. Don't immortal cultivators often use the strong body of demon cultivators to refine spiritual instruments and alchemy furnaces? This world is like this, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, if you want to live a better life, there's no need to pay attention to these things, but instead make yourself stronger."

  This is what Tingfeng said to him, although he made him understand a bit more and also knew that the cultivators were not much better off either. However, in his heart, he still couldn't accept it, letting himself become such a person.

  He sat there stupidly, holding the golden elixir.

  Suddenly, he heard the sound of fighting coming from outside his window, and several figures flashed past his window.

  "Someone is attacking," was his first reaction.

  He immediately put down the wooden box and wanted to rush out of the door. However, at this moment, a figure broke in through the door faster than him. The man was dressed in black, revealing only two eyes, but when Zhang Chong saw these eyes, he felt an inexplicable sense of horror. The man's gaze was so powerful that it made him feel that his strength was far greater than Fang Hongjin's.

  That person didn't say much, and with a swift motion of his left hand, Zhang Chong was suddenly unable to move. Then, from his right hand, a high-quality binding dragon rope appeared, which was obviously more advanced than the one he had bought. In an instant, it tightly bound his body.

  The man's movements were extremely skilled, and all of this was done in the blink of an eye. It seemed like he did this every night, as if it were a routine. After tying up Zhang Chong, he threw out another black sack, covering him.

  Zhang Chong was still trying to figure out what was going on when he was knocked unconscious by a slap.

  When he slowly came to, he heard a voice beside him, and that person said,

  "Xu Yifei's plan didn't go well. This time, they launched a surprise attack on Changsheng Gate, but unexpectedly, Tingfengluo had already set up a secret array and was prepared. We lost six condensed aperture disciples, but we also captured one of Tingfengluo's direct disciples."

  "Oh, I see." A middle-aged man's voice rang out.

  "Could it be that the 'heir of the Windfall Sect' is actually me?"; Zhang Chong thought to this point, his eyes stealthily opened a slit. The first person he saw was a woman wearing a yellow palace dress, about twenty years old, with autumn water-like eyes, a pink face, and a slender figure that exuded an indescribable beauty. She seemed to have noticed that Zhang Chong had woken up, and heavily kicked him once, saying angrily:

  "Now that you're awake, stop pretending. Let's see how Elder Mo will deal with you."

  This kick was extremely heavy, directly kicking Zhang Chong's coccyx, making him so painful that he gasped for breath. In his heart, he couldn't help but think, "Heavens, why can't a woman's appearance and behavior be in the same realm?"

  "What's wrong?" a man's voice rang out.

  The woman heard this voice and said in that direction,

  "Older brother Hua, this little kid is awake."

  As she said this, a twenty-year-old man with a tiger-like gaze and dark complexion walked up to them. He had an extremely powerful appearance, and upon seeing Zhang Chong, he didn't show any courtesy, picking him up like a small chicken and throwing him over directly.

  "Ahh!" A miserable cry accompanied Zhang's intimate contact with the ground.

  "Is this the direct disciple of Listening Wind?" The middle-aged man's voice rang out again in front of his seat.

  "Exactly," replied Xu Yifei with a bow.

  Zhang Chong suddenly realized that the name Xu Yifei was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. At this time, he also started thinking quickly, and suddenly, he remembered that it was the old man named Wang Daozhong in the ring who told him.

  "Could it be that I've been caught by a cultivator?" Zhang Chong's heart sank, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He trembled with fear and asked the person before him:

  "You're actually Xu Yifei of Tianmu Sect, Old Ancestor~~"

  After listening to Zhang Chong's question, Xu Yifei raised his sword-like eyebrows and said:

  "Xiao Motou is indeed quite insightful, not bad. I am Xu Yifei, but the Tianmu Sect... has already ceased to exist." The words were laced with unspoken sorrow and indignation.

  "Good heavens, brother has really been caught by the immortal cultivator." Zhang Chong cried out in his heart. At this moment, he also raised his eyes and saw that red lacquer wooden box, which was placed in a very eye-catching position, with golden elixirs shining brightly on it.

  "Listen to the wind fall, this golden elixir of yours, not only can't help me cultivate, but instead wants me to die."

  "I am not a demon head." Zhang Chong's mind was racing quickly, explaining and thinking of how to defend himself at the same time.

  "You're not a demon king." The cloud dancer who kicked him rushed forward, her slender jade-like hands almost poking into his face, and asked with a trembling voice.

  "So I ask you, how did Ma Wenchang's golden elixir end up in your hands? Didn't you kill him?"

  At this point, her emotions were surging and she was almost in tears.

  "It wasn't me." Zhang Chong would never admit to such a thing when faced with it.

  At this moment, he suddenly lit up his eyes and came up with a plan.