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Jue Lengxin, the leader of the White Lotus Cult, would never have imagined that he would die at the hands of a connate Xiantian.

He Chuan knew that this was only the beginning. From the way Jue Lengxin forcefully increased his strength, he was definitely related to the legendary gods.

However, if he wanted to understand the strength of a god, he would have to encounter the true body to know.

"It\'s all thanks to the senior\'s help, this surname Yue is endlessly grateful!" Yue Zhuang cupped his fists and said.

"It was just a coincidence. I didn\'t come here to save you!" He Chuan still had a cold look on his face.

Yue Zhuang couldn\'t help but feel a little embarrassed. However, he could understand that experts all had weird tempers.

He Chuan walked in front of Jue Lengxin\'s corpse and used his divine sense to check the changes in his body.

It was indeed different from the structure of humans, but it was very similar.

It seemed that this group of so-called gods and demons was just a mysterious race that no one knew about. They were not out of the scope of humans, nor were they gods or demons or ghosts.

The reason why the White Lotus Cult was able to rise in such a short period of time and agree to the outer realm martial arts world was most likely related to Jue Lengxin\'s deal with the so-called gods and demons.

When he had time, he could go to the outer realms.

He wanted to see how powerful the so-called gods and devils were.

However, this also indirectly showed that this world was not as simple as he thought. In the past, when he was cultivating in seclusion in the scripture pavilion, he had been like a frog in a well.

As expected, it was good for him to come out and see the outside world.

Even if he was a saint cultivator sixth stage, he could not be too careless.

There was always someone better, and a mountain beyond a mountain.

The Gumu Sect was not the only sect in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. There should be more powerful hidden sects.

Therefore, he needed to continue to work hard to improve his strength and try to break through to the saint cultivator realm as soon as possible.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that this temple was also very special. In addition, Jue Lengxin had just performed a sacrifice. If he signed in here, would he be able to get good rewards?

Sign-in!

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for successfully signing in. You are rewarded with one book Taixuan Scripture.]

A notification sound rang in He Chuan\'s mind.

He quickly checked the reward.

However, he realized that it was different from before.

The Taixuan Scripture was different from other martial arts he had learned. It was a Daoist Scripture, an internal cultivation method for cultivators. Other martial arts books were fighting techniques and martial arts secret books.

Who can write such an excellent scripture, the hoary head Taixuan Scripture!

This was obviously not within the scope of martial arts, so He Chuan was very surprised by this reward.

The Taixuan Scripture was not only a cultivation technique. It also included swordsmanship, Qinggong, internal strength, and other unique skills.

If one successfully mastered it, he would definitely be able to look down on the world.

The cultivation method was no longer the four levels but directly transformed into the nine heavenly layers.

Every layer heavenly layer had its own corresponding ultimate skill.

On the first page, it was written: The first order of the Xuan is bounded by the Xuan, and the boundless lines are like the sky.

Yin and yang were unified by one yang, and all things were shaped. They Fangzhou\'s family was composed of three people.

They say the number is ninety-nine, complimenting the group, for its combination number. There are eighty-one poems, and each year is pure and honest!

Could it be that he could really shatter the void after learning it?

However, He Chuan didn\'t have time to cultivate now. He\'d better study it when he returned to the inn.

In the dungeon!

The imprisoned experts looked at the door that was slowly opening with anticipation.

He wasn\'t dressed like an alien monk.

It was an expert wearing the robes of the Imperial Court!

When Jue Lengxin was making the sacrifice, the strong evil aura gave them a bad feeling.

Because the aura was too powerful, their blood seemed to be flowing out in reverse.

They didn\'t expect the demons of the outer realm to be so powerful. At that time, everyone thought that they had no hope of escaping.

"You\'ve all suffered. The demons of the White Lotus Cult have been exterminated. Everyone, please follow me out." An expert from the Imperial court said.

This sentence was no different from the sound of nature.

"We\'re saved! We\'re finally saved!"

"That\'s great!"

The people who had been locked up for months cried tears of joy.

They had thought that they could only wait for death to come.

The group walked out of the dungeon and greedily breathed in the fresh air.

Then, they were shocked by the scene in front of them. The place where Jue Lengxin and He Chuan were fighting was barren for dozens of miles, and the cracks on the ground were bottomless.

What kind of battle had happened here?

Even a half-step saint cultivator couldn\'t do that!

"Everyone, the White Lotus Cult\'s matter has come to an end. You may leave!"

The people of the Imperial Court returned to the Imperial Court, and the people of the sect returned to the sect.

In short, they went back to their own homes and didn\'t need to stay here in the cold wind.

Yangzhou City.

In the Magistrate\'s Hall.

Wei Qiancheng personally poured a cup of tea for Yue Zhuang.

"Hehe, it\'s all thanks to your help. Otherwise, I would have lost my life as a magistrate." The sword hanging on his neck was finally moved away.

He had not been eating and sleeping well these days. He had been suffering every day.

"Brother-in-law, you don\'t have to be so polite. I can\'t just watch my sister become a widow. Besides, the Gumu Sect is obliged to help exterminate this foreign cult that is poisoning the martial arts world in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, I\'m not their match. If it weren\'t for senior\'s sudden appearance, I\'m afraid we would only have met at the bridge of helplessness."

Yue Zhuang had once rejoiced over the fact that he had become a half-step saint cultivator.

There was only a sense of urgency in his heart. When he returned to Gumu Sect, he would continue to concentrate on his cultivation and strive to break through to saint cultivator as soon as possible.

Because a half-step saint cultivator was no different from an ant in front of a saint cultivator.

He didn\'t even have the right to attack.

It was an uncrossable gap.

"I wonder who that senior cultivator is? I can also write a memorial to report to His Majesty." Wei Qiancheng wanted to get to the bottom of He Chuan\'s background and then report it to the Imperial Court.

"I\'m not sure. I\'ve never seen this person in the secluded sects which the Gumu Sect is connected to. His martial arts style is domineering, but it also has a hint of gentleness and strangeness. It\'s obvious that he has mastered two types of martial arts to the extreme!" Yue Zhuang couldn\'t see through He Chuan\'s martial arts.

This was because a saint cultivator was already at the peak of the great Dao. A casual punch or kick would be enough to destroy a city. They didn\'t need to use any fancy moves.

Moreover, judging from He Chuan\'s behavior, he didn\'t want to deal with people from the Imperial Court at all, so Wei Qiancheng couldn\'t win him over.

"It\'s a pity, I still wanted to have a drink and chat with him, and also report the credit to the Imperial Court." Wei Qiancheng rubbed his palms together. He really wanted to have a chat with He Chuan.

It was okay to only get familiar with him.

"Brother-in-law, you shouldn\'t think about this matter anymore. Not long after the battle ended, that senior left Spiritual God Temple with his servant girl. It\'s obvious that he doesn\'t want to be disturbed. I\'m going back to Gumu Sect too. Please send my regards to my sister." Yue Zhuang picked up his steel-heavy sword and got up to leave.

Wei Qiancheng didn\'t expect Yue Zhuang to be in such a hurry and had wanted to ask him to stay for a meal.

However, Yue Zhuang was in a hurry to cultivate in the Gumu Sect, so he was not in the mood to eat.

In an Inn in Yangzhou City.

He Chuan was still the same. He held a cup of tea made by Cai Lian in his hand and sat by the window, observing all kinds of passers-by.

"The tea is slightly bitter. I\'m afraid that Lian\'er has forgotten to pour her first pot of water and is still affected by the killing?" He took a sip of tea and noticed that Cai Lian was not paying attention.

"I\'m sorry, I\'ll make a new pot of tea right away!" Cai Lian seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly got up to make tea again.

"Life is like tea. It\'s not only sweet but also bitter. You need to learn to grow." He Chuan stopped Cai Lian and said earnestly.

"Thank you for clearing my doubts, Young Master. Lian\'er understand!" Cai Lian solemnly bowed to He Chuan.