The villain's daily corpse collection

It was already dark, and as Huo Feng climbed up a higher level of stairs, their vision gradually widened. Passing the towering mountain gate, the back of the main hall of Dao Sect came into view.

At this time, like the main hall, the lights in the secondary hall and other halls on the hills were as bright as day, as if no one would sleep tonight.

Having been accustomed to the darkness for a long time, Wang Wei couldn't help but use his hands to block the dazzling light in front of him when he saw the bright lights.

"This is the back mountain of the main peak, and it's also the fastest way to get to the sect's main hall. Let's go see the Great Elder first to see where she has arranged a place for you to live." He paused, "You haven't been back for too long, and I accidentally took a long detour just now."

Huo Feng looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar place in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He didn't expect that after completely cutting off his relationship with the mortal world, he would still have the opportunity to return to the original Xuanmen. He also didn't expect that he would be resurrected from the dead. He didn't expect that not only would he come back by himself, but he would also be accompanied by a woman of unknown identity.

Tianhe Sect is not like the traditional Xuanmen sects in the past, which forbids worldly affection and regards the seven emotions and six desires as a flood and a beast. In fact, it depends more on the cultivator himself. He chooses how to practice according to what height he wants to reach.

Being affectionate but seemingly heartless, being heartless but seemingly affectionate, is a topic they have been exploring for a long time. In addition to improving their own strength, the more important thing has always been to cultivate their mind and attain enlightenment. There is no need for the blessing of panaceas, nor for external improvement of magic weapons and artifacts. As long as they cultivate an unwavering heart, it is enough.

But strengthening one's determination in the Tao is the most difficult part of the entire practice.

In the past, nine out of ten monks who participated in the divine examinations lost because of their hearts. Even if they were strong, they could not escape the thunder that struck their hearts and eventually suffered a crushing defeat.

Huo Feng was the only mortal cultivator who successfully ascended to heaven in the last divine test in the past thousand years. He was never a noticeable person in the sect, and was not even a disciple of the main peak.

He was just an unknown outer disciple who was only interested in ascending to heaven and had no other distractions.

The lineage that Huo Feng belonged to was under the tutelage of his uncle who was in seclusion all year round. The head master was still there at that time, and his uncle would occasionally come out to teach and give him some guidance. Later, he met a master who also gave him a very brief teaching.

He relied on very few resources and his own abilities to reach the peak that no one else could reach. This was also one of the reasons why he did not have such a deep affection for the sect.

He had no complaints about this. Just as he was able to ascend to heaven and be ranked among the gods, his heart of Taoism was always firm.

He chose not to listen or see the secular reality of family differences, closeness and distance, and favoritism; he also avoided all possible love, hatred, and entanglements. Over time, he achieved the great path that all cultivators admired by cutting off worldly distractions and abandoning love.

He also memorized the prepared exam materials and could recite them by heart. He knew every exam question by heart. As the exams became more standardized, the more he memorized, the more comfortable he became. This almost became his strongest comfort zone.

But the past should always stay in the past, and he had no interest in uncovering the long-forgotten past. He was even reluctant to mention the efforts he had made in those years.

"You don't seem willing to come back." Huo Feng was in deep thought when Wang Wei suddenly interrupted.

"how you said that?"

"What is the name of your sect's main hall?"

"..."

He couldn't answer this question. He had never been close to it during his lifetime, and people around him always called it the main peak and main hall. Who would know what it was called?

"My feeling is pretty accurate," Wang Wei leaned close to his ear, "If you don't like it here, why don't we just leave."

"We're here." He didn't respond, but continued to walk around the slightly darker back side and towards the bright main entrance.

Wang Wei chuckled: "If you haven't figured out what to do next, you might as well listen to my plan." Huo Feng suddenly stopped, as if he was thinking about what she said, or as if he was suppressing his emotions and stopping her from continuing.

"You're finally here! Mo Wei, how do you feel now?" Chun He stood on the thirty-third step of the Dao Sect's main hall, looking at the two people gradually approaching, and called out eagerly.

In Xiaoqing Palace, Huo Feng subconsciously glanced at the plaque above.

The calligraphy is written in a style like a flying dragon or a swimming snake, and there are eternal lamps inlaid on both sides, making it look more majestic and bright.

Wang Wei saw Chun He, so he raised his arm and waved at her as a reply. Chun He's first reaction was to be happy that Wang Wei had escaped death, but the words that the Grand Elder had just said had shaken her heart.

After returning to Xuanmen, she asked other elders to settle the disciples in the palaces under their jurisdiction first, and she went to meet the supreme elder.

He used to be the sword attendant of his master, with a mysterious origin and unpredictable strength. However, he never cared about anything except staying by his master's side. Later, the master advised him to teach disciples, so he occasionally went to the outer sect halfway up the mountain to teach those self-taught disciples and pass on some mental methods and swordsmanship suitable for them.

Later, the headmaster failed to ascend to heaven. After she passed away, the elders of other peaks voted for the position of headmaster, and most of them wanted him to take the position. But he was unwilling, and finally reluctantly agreed to become a supreme elder.

As the eldest sister and the first disciple of the sect leader, Chun He was also eligible to run for the position. However, due to the catastrophe in the heavens, they put all their efforts into the plan to revive the Lord and put the election of the sect leader on hold. When she took several other core elders from the main peak to implement the plan, the Supreme Elder began to take full responsibility for the sect. He was always accurate in judging people. He had once decided that Chun He would carry out the plan, and now he has returned triumphantly.

But just now, he told Chun He that the woman they met in Tianzhou might not be a simple person. All the gods in the heavens have names, and they can be known with just one pair. He used his own method to get the list of gods, but did not find Mo Wei's name.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy, he suggested that she should go down the mountain as soon as possible after her injuries healed, and not let her have too much contact with the God.

Chun He didn't understand. She thought that although Mo Wei's style of doing things was not very upright, it was not a bad way to deal with such a powerful family. Moreover, it was normal for people to walk in the arena without using their real identities or names. Could it be that the Supreme Elder was too cautious?

Let's put this doubt aside for now, at least the two of them are back safely now.

"Great Elder, we are back. Miss Mo is injured and needs medical treatment. Also, where does Miss Mo live?" Looking at the intimate behavior of the two people in front of her, she knew that the precautions mentioned by the Supreme Elder might not be followed.

Chun He looked at Wang Wei and said, "Mo Wei, you can live with me in Wuliang Palace, so that I can take care of you. I am also a half-medical practitioner, so I have all the elixirs and spiritual herbs. What do you think?"

"it is good."

"The Lord of Gods has experienced many twists and turns along the way," Chun He entered the hall and instructed the disciples in the inner room, "Take the Lord of God to Qiongji Pavilion."

The disciple nodded and left the hall, but he saw that the God was carrying a person on his back. It was a woman who was soaking wet and looked a little disheveled. He was a little surprised for a moment.

"That place has been cleaned for the God. It is very close to our main hall, Xiaoqing Hall, so it is convenient for the God to come here to discuss important matters." Chun He explained to Huo Feng, and then looked at Wang Wei, "Mo Wei, how about I carry you on my back? We will go our separate ways from the God later."

"No need to carry me. I'm almost recovered." Wang Wei jumped off Huo Feng's back as if nothing had happened. "So the main hall is called Xiaoqing Hall."

She looked at Huo Feng meaningfully. Huo Feng could tell there was something else behind her words. Seeing that she seemed to be moving freely, he smiled at her, but his meaning was also unclear.

"Yes, this is the main hall of our sect's main peak." Chun He introduced, "This is the arrangement for today. If you have other requests after dawn, you can always ask. Let's go, it's time to go back and have a good rest."

"My Lord, please go this way." The disciple politely pointed the way for Huo Feng.

"Mo Wei, our direction is east."

Mo Wei walked in opposite directions from Huo Feng. She walked a little faster out of habit and caught up with Chun He.

With the help of the bright candlelight, Chun He could see clearly the clothes on Wang Wei's back. The interweaving of blue and red was not a light color to begin with, and now it was soaked in sea water and blood, and had gradually turned black.

"Was your back injured by the monster from Cangming?" Chun He frowned.

"You mean the tentacle monster? That's what did it."

"It is indeed it. The mucus on its body is corrosive and highly poisonous." She paused, "I have not yet developed a targeted antidote for this monster. Because no one has ever escaped from the monster, you are the first one, and you may make a significant contribution to our understanding of this thing. Do you have any special feelings?"

The bleeding started again.

Wang Wei suddenly stopped and closed her eyes. Chun He, who was observing her from behind, almost bumped into her from behind.

"what happened to you?"

"I'm feeling the problem you mentioned. I don't feel anything except that I'm bleeding again." Wang Wei turned around. The dim lanterns were illuminating the sides of the road loosely. Her hair was messy and her expression was almost invisible in the uneven light and shadow.

"My wound has been bleeding, about once an hour. I don't know how much, but it's obviously a lot." Her voice suddenly became cold and indifferent. "If you can help me stop the bleeding immediately, I promise to do something for you."

"The Wuliang Palace is ahead. We are almost there." Chun He pointed to the cold palace hidden in the night ahead. "Saving you is what I should do. I don't expect anything in return."

Wuliang Palace is not as majestic as Xiaoqing Palace. It is a bit lonely and deserted. There are no bright lights, but you can vaguely see a small spiritual field in front of the palace.

"I opened up that piece of land a thousand years ago. I didn't have much time to take care of it, so I asked my disciples to do it all."

Looking at the various herbs in the spiritual field emitting an eternal glow, she knew that the disciples were indeed taking good care of them.

"This field can only be exposed to natural light, including sunlight, fire, lightning, and even night-shining pearls. However, it is extremely sensitive to light from kerosene lamps and candles, so we rarely light lights outside the temple at night."

"There is life in the darkness." Wang Wei looked at the spiritual plants and spoke slowly.

Chunhe looked at Wangwei. Her words seemed to reveal something, but she couldn't understand it for the moment, so she memorized the words in her heart.

"This way." Chun He led the way. They had already walked into the palace. The walls here were inlaid with night-shining pearls as bright as stars. The pearls emitted a faint fluorescence, and Wang Wei could see the courtyard where she lived. It was called Cangsheng Pavilion. Cangsheng Pavilion was in the inner hall, and the candlelight was bright as she walked in.

Wang Wei was led by Chunhe to sit on the couch, and then Chunhe stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and used his spiritual power to feel her pulse.

"Your body is empty."

Chun He looked at her in disbelief, "We didn't find out that you were poisoned, but why are your magic gone?" Wang Wei snapped his fingers lightly, and the candles on the candlestick next to him went out.

She said indifferently: "The spell only works when it is used. It's normal that you can't feel it now."

"It's okay, it's okay. You really scared me." Chun He relit the candle and continued to feel the pulse. "Except for being a little tired, there is nothing else wrong... Let me see your wound."

Wang Wei undressed without saying anything. The material of her feather dress was special. It was woven by the first goddess of the weaving department with the fallen feathers of divine horses, phoenixes and other strange beasts. Every god who ascended to the throne could get a special order.

This feathered garment is difficult to damage, and will not be stained by the dust of the mortal world, but it will not tolerate blood stains. After all, when the goddess carefully wove the gorgeous clothes, she did not think that she would be willing to wear the beautiful clothes she wove when she was doing vulgar things such as fighting.

Wang Wei picked up the corner of his sleeve in disgust and threw the blood-stained feather robe on the ground.

"I'll ask someone to wash your clothes tomorrow." Chunhe found Wang Wei's little expression quite interesting.

"No, just give me a basin of water tomorrow and throw it in. It will clean itself. It likes to be clean, so you don't need my help."

"It?" Chun He was puzzled. "You said this dress is alive?"

"It doesn't really have life, it just knows how to be clean, just like the person who created it."

"So that's how it is. I didn't expect that the clothes of the gods have their own personalities." Chun He lifted up Wang Wei's long hair that was tightly covering her back. Her white hair sparkled in the slightly dim candlelight.

And under the three thousand galaxies, right in the middle of the smooth and white back, there was a long and narrow scar.

The scar was like a streak of ink scratched on white rice paper, or like a deep rift suddenly embedded in a pure snowfield. The scar was wantonly destroying the original beauty.

The tentacle pierced through her tail vertebrae, and attacked from her neck to her brain, trying to kill her. But she intercepted it halfway, and the tentacle drowned in the weak water shield she summoned, and finally melted away.

Chun He looked at the wound, unable to hide pity between her brows. She was not sure whether the scar could be removed.

"What's wrong? Are you seriously injured?" Wang Wei saw that the other party was staring at her back for a long time without saying a word, and she couldn't help but worry.

"This scar is too deep. I haven't tried it yet. I don't know if I can remove it flawlessly."

"Will this injury kill me? Or will it leave me with a hidden disease?"

Chun He was stunned for a moment, and cast a spell to sense the wound. To her surprise, she felt that the ravine suddenly narrowed and shortened by a millimeter, and she didn't know if it was an illusion.