When time finally flows slowly to the tenth year.
"Lingchu, you are indeed worthy of having an immortal spiritual root. However, in just over ten years, your cultivation has reached Foundation Establishment Perfection."
Jiang Hanyan and Lingchu came to the private room together. When they arrived, several others had not yet arrived.
The two of them started chatting while eating spiritual fruits and spiritual tea.
Jiang Hanyan still likes to eat spiritual fruits. He has gained a lot of points in the past ten years. In the end, in addition to various spiritual medicines, he also contributed to various spiritual fruits.
For Jiang Hanyan, the points from Luoyao City that can be redeemed are not only the Sanqing Dao Sect, but also the remaining immortal sects and even the casual cultivator alliance.
From so many channels, Jiang Hanyan can obtain a lot more varieties of spiritual fruits.
"Cultivation is a matter of course. However, in the past ten years, it is rare for me to be able to concentrate on studying formations. Compared with the improvement of cultivation, I am more happy with the progress of formations. ." Lingchu chuckled. Over the past few years, Lingchu and the others have long since learned how to maintain a good mood in this heavy atmosphere.
Being sad all the time is not a good thing after all.
Hearing this, Jiang Hanyan also smiled and said, "That's true. Although Demon Falling City is full of dangers, if you can survive, your progress in cultivation will be obvious."
This is true. With the resources of the five major immortal sects and the casual cultivator alliance, as long as you successfully survive and get points, you can exchange them for resources that are beneficial to your own cultivation.
With the provision of such unlimited resources, the cultivation of each of the monks who have survived to this day has made great progress.
Just like Jiang Hanyan, even if he sits in the house refining elixirs every day, he still improves a lot.
"Actually, I don't want to go back to the sect just like this," Jiang Hanyan said suddenly, with some hesitation in his eyebrows, "Luo Yao City is actually a safe place for me, and Luo Yao City is a safe place for me. I practiced alchemy as I pleased and returned to the sect, I'm afraid I won't have such a convenient opportunity."
Lingchu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then nodded calmly, "What the senior sister said is not unreasonable."
Jiang Hanyan is in Luoyao City as an alchemist.
The alchemy masters in Luo Yao City are completely different from the formation masters. They do not need to go out of the city gate and face the beast tide. On weekdays, they only need to refine the elixirs in the city.
Moreover, the elixirs needed to refine these elixirs are all provided by Luoyao City.
In other words, the alchemists in Luoyao City took the elixirs and refined them for free.
Although, there are also regulations in Luoyao City. If the scrap rate reaches a certain level, the alchemist himself needs to subsidize it.
However, for an alchemist like Jiang Hanyan, who has very good alchemy skills, Luoyao City is a place to accumulate experience for free, and there are many alchemists gathered in Luoyao City.
They can also communicate and learn from each other.
As long as the Demon Falling City is not destroyed, the alchemist will be safe.
Therefore, Jiang Hanyan has actually never faced the beast tide in the past ten years.
She is not that enthusiastic about returning to the sect.
Lingchu was just stunned for a moment, and then quickly figured out what was going on.
There is a difference between alchemy master and formation master.
In the past ten years, Lingchu has faced countless beast tides, and seen countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled up in front of his eyes. After experiencing a beast tide, even if your body is clean and not stained with any blood.
But you will always feel that there is always a smell of blood lingering around your body that lingers.
The world in front of you will always appear a deep blood color, which is disgusting.
After ten years, Lingchu only felt physically and mentally exhausted, even though she was a monk.
Lingchu and Lingchu were still chatting when the door of the private room was pushed open by a strong force.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of news suddenly fell into the ears of the two people who were eating spiritual fruits and drinking spiritual tea.
"I saw Shen Wenzhou on the monument to the dead!"
Situ Yang's voice was thick and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat.
The shock caused a roar in the ears of Lingchu and Jiang Hanyan.
For a moment, everyone in the private room was silent.
Only Situ Yang stood at the door, with a dazed look on his face.
"Say it again?" Jiang Hanyan stood up holding on to the edge of the table, seemingly gritting his teeth.
Situ Yang closed his eyes tightly, no longer as showy as before, looking more and more depressed, "I said, I saw Shen Wenzhou's name on the monument to the deceased."
No one expected that they would hear such news just when they were about to return to the sect.
The tea held in Lingchu's hand trembled slightly, and the green tea rippled layer by layer.
Many years ago, they heard sad news in this private room, and many years later, they heard such news again.
What's even more frightening is that when they heard the news about Yun Haotian, they were still able to discuss it, calm down, and go visit Yun Haotian.
But now, they can do nothing but calm down.
If a person dies in a place like this, under such a scene, where are they going to find him?
The previous topic was completely interrupted. Lingchu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and placed the tea cup in his hand firmly on the saucer. When he opened his eyes again, there was no tremor in his voice and no confusion in his eyes. .
"Let's... go to the shrine of the dead."
The Temple of the Purana was built by Demon Falling City during the beast tide, and was specially used to store corpses and relics.
It is jointly run by the Five Immortal Sects and the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
Most of the monks have no relatives in Luoyao City.
If he died, and he was a casual cultivator, the casual cultivator alliance would naturally claim him. If he was a disciple of the Immortal Sect, his respective sect would naturally claim him.
However, Lingchu and the others wanted to take back Shen Wenzhou's body themselves.
As classmates, as friends.
At least, at least take one last look at Shen Wenzhou.
The Shrine of the Past is located near the Monument of the Past.
When Lingchu and Jiang Hanyan passed by the stele of the deceased, they also saw the words Shen Wenzhou with a faint golden light on the stele of the deceased.
Until I entered the Shrine of the Life, until I saw the silent figure.
Lingchu, Jiang Hanyan, and Situ Yang broke the silence along the way.
The last hope in my heart has been completely extinguished.
Although no one of them spoke, they all knew it.
They were all hoping that maybe they didn't find Shen Wenzhou's body, but they just saw Shen Wenzhou's token and so on, and mistakenly thought that Shen Wenzhou was dead.
Among the beasts, there were some monks who carried some life-saving items with them. As long as they didn't see the exact corpse, they might have a glimmer of hope.
However, after seeing the real corpse, no one had any so-called hope anymore.
Sadness was Lingchu's emotion during his tenth year in Luoyao City.
Numbness was what Lingchu had experienced during his ten years in Luoyao City.
She wanted to leave.
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