The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

At night, the moon was high in the sky.

Zhan Nianchuan sat cross-legged on the bed, comprehending the sound transmission technique.

Now with his cultivation level of the third level of the Qi Condensation Realm and the fourth level of the Awakening Realm, plus the extremely high efficiency of the five spiritual roots in utilizing the heaven and earth energy, he can already perform the sound transmission technique.

This technique is not complicated, and Zhan Nianchuan soon mastered the trick of using it.

Suddenly, Zhan Nianchuan frowned, put on the mask, and disappeared in an instant.

Through the spiritual memory in his body, he felt that Xiaoyun had left the place and was moving rapidly towards the East City, and Li Xiaoqiang's sound transmission talisman had also arrived.

Zhan Nianchuan did not slow down, crushed the sound transmission talisman, listened to it, and his face eased slightly, and he took out a gust of wind talisman.

With the help of the wind, Zhan Nianchuan's speed increased by another three points, so fast that only a residual shadow was left.

In the dark of the city, a man in black was holding a girl and running quickly towards the East City, with a happy face.

"Fortunately, I was well-informed and caught this child who is said to have three spiritual roots of water, fire and wood. I can get a lot of rewards if I take him back."

The residents of East City are all officials of all sizes in the county city. The streets are full of regular standard buildings, which look very neat.

The man in black came to an inconspicuous building at the end of the street, explored the surroundings, and after confirming that no one was following him, he jumped onto the roof and quickly disappeared into the yard.

The lights in the yard were bright, and a voice sounded in a big house:

"Well done, this little girl turned out to be a rare three-grade spiritual root of water, fire and wood. I believe the master will be satisfied. Go ahead, and you will be rewarded."

Soon, the man in black walked out of the house with unusually brisk steps, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

In an inconspicuous corner of the yard, Zhan Nianchuan seemed to be standing quietly, but in fact he had completely released his powerful spiritual consciousness and saw everything.

A bald man in the house was looking at the unconscious Xiaoyun and laughing non-stop.

"Three top-grade spiritual roots, it should be no problem to exchange for ten Qi-gathering pills, but it's a pity that the master said that he would reduce the number of children with spiritual roots in the future, otherwise this would be the fastest way to earn spiritual stones in the world."

For some reason, the candlelight in the room suddenly shook.

The bald man seemed to feel something, and turned around suddenly, with a talisman in his hand.

But at this time, a strong hand had already grabbed his throat.

The two hundred-pound man was lifted up effortlessly by this iron-like hand, like grabbing a chick.

The man struggled desperately, his face flushed red, and his hands and feet kept kicking at the other party, but there was no reaction as if he kicked on an iron plate.

Gradually, the man's face turned purple, his hands and feet gradually became weak, his eyes bulged, his tongue stuck out, and he made weak and incomprehensible syllables.

"Bang!"

Throwing the bald man to the floor, Zhan Nianchuan pulled a stool over and sat down, looking at the other party coldly.

The big man lying on the ground like a dead dog took a full quarter of an hour to catch his breath. He crawled over with difficulty and knelt on the floor, greeting Zhan Nianchuan with a hoarse voice.

"Who asked you to rob children with spiritual roots? Tell me everything you know." Zhan Nianchuan's voice was as cold as ice and snow.

Looking at the mysterious masked man in front of him and feeling the murderous aura on the other side, the big man instinctively felt afraid, but hesitated and showed that he didn't want to answer, which made Zhan Nianchuan, who was waiting on the side, very angry.

"I think you won't cry until you see the coffin. Go to the grave and keep the secret."

Zhan Nianchuan laughed grimly, and a fireball emitting an astonishingly high temperature rose in his hand, illuminating the desperate eyes of the bald man, but he still kept his mouth shut.

"You are quite tight-lipped. Tell me, what restrictions did he put on you?" Zhan Nianchuan asked lightly.

The bald man refused to reveal the identity of the mastermind until he was about to die. He didn't believe that his lifeline was not held by the other party.

"Senior, please understand. I was cursed by someone, so I had no choice but to do this harmful thing."

The bald man who had saved his life tried his best to blame others and complained to Zhan Nianchuan, describing himself as a good man who was oppressed and forced to do bad things.

Zhan Nianchuan sneered at this man's statement, but he had to try his best to remove the blood curse for this guy.

"Stretch out your hand." Zhan Nianchuan ordered in a tone that could not be refused.

The bald man obediently stretched out his arm and looked at Zhan Nianchuan with hope. He had been tortured by this blood curse for several years. Every time it broke out, he was in so much pain that he banged his head against the wall. He could only go back to the steward who forced him to do things and take a blood-red pill to eliminate the pain, so he sincerely hoped that Zhan Nianchuan could eliminate this big worry for him.

According to the butler, only he can break this blood curse. After the attack, you must return to him to get a temporary antidote when it eases a little. Otherwise, the blood will rush back all over the body, and the meridians will be broken and die.

After a careful inspection, Zhan Nianchuan found that there was no strange restriction in the bald man's body, and he couldn't help but feel a little tricky.

After a moment of silence, Zhan Nianchuan asked: "When the blood curse was cast, did the other party recite any mantras or use any items?"

The bald man was refreshed and knew that there was a chance. He quickly replied: "He used my blood to draw a skull symbol with a black pen, and then flew into his body."

It sounds a bit similar to the blood ban technique, but it is more evil. Zhan Nianchuan checked again, and finally looked at the bald man with a mysterious smile.

"Senior, do you have a solution?"

The bald man's voice began to tremble, and his eyes stared at Zhan Nianchuan without blinking. As long as the blood curse was lifted and the news of the people behind him was revealed, there would be no place that he could not go.

"He is not controlling you with the blood curse. The blood curse cannot occur from time to time. It must be activated by someone at close range. He just deliberately led you astray. You must have been poisoned, so you need elixirs to detoxify." Zhan Nianchuan said lightly.

After suddenly realizing it, the bald man cursed a few times and looked at Zhan Nianchuan with hope.

"Can the senior remove this poison?"

"I don't know, let's try it." Zhan Nianchuan replied indifferently.

Using a flying needle to prick the fingertips of the man in black, Zhan Nianchuan sniffed the blood, and asked about the various abnormalities of the man's body, and had a rough guess in his mind.

Every master of alchemy is a master of poison. Zhan Nianchuan's current level of alchemy cannot be underestimated, and he knows all the medicinal herbs in the world.

After taking out a pill, Zhan Nianchuan took out a poisonous grass dug from the Poison Cloud Valley and told the black-clothed man to eat it.

After a while, the black-clothed man began to twitch all over, holding his stomach tightly, and began to vomit, with a fishy smell.

"It seems that the bet was right, this kid is lucky." Zhan Nianchuan felt the rising breath of the black-clothed man and muttered to himself.

Fighting poison with poison is extremely dangerous. In fact, Zhan Nianchuan was less than 20% sure of detoxification this time, but he didn't expect it to succeed, which also made him very surprised.

After a cup of tea.

The black-clothed man who had completely recovered knelt on his knees and paid homage, his face full of joy.

This time, facing Zhan Nianchuan's inquiry, the black-clothed man was like a bamboo tube pouring beans, telling Zhan Nianchuan all the situations he knew without reservation.

"Senior, I have told you everything I know. I was forced to do this. Do you think you can let me go?" The big man looked at Zhan Nianchuan nervously.

"You can go with peace of mind." Zhan Nianchuan knew everything he wanted to know, and stood up and said indifferently.

This sentence made the bald man shiver all over, and he opened his mouth to call for help, knowing that something was wrong.

"Pah!"

Blood splashed, and the bald man's head shattered like a watermelon, and his body fell to the ground weakly, with white and red blood flowing all over the ground.