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Chapter 12 Methods
"That" Jing Chu suddenly paused when his words reached his lips.

Even if she didn't say it, the fourth elder knew what she wanted to say.

"I have created countless strange poisons in the world in my life, but I have never seen such a strange poison, let alone the sixth junior brother who is deaf to what is happening outside the window."

Hearing this, the light of hope in Jing Chu's eyes instantly extinguished.

The two people in the room fell into silent silence.

"But..." the fourth elder suddenly said.

Jing Chu looked up in shock.

"I have a way, but I'm only [-]% sure. It depends on whether you are afraid of death or not."

Jing Chu's heart was moved and he hurriedly said, "Fourth Elder might as well speak directly."

"Shaking pills."

Jing Chu suddenly opened his eyes wide, filled with disbelief, and even looked at the fourth elder with a strange look.

When the fourth elder saw Jing Chu's expression, he was sure that she must have misunderstood. He quickly explained, "Of course I don't want you to dig for other people's golden elixirs. What I mean is to find yours."

Hearing this, Jing Chu nodded understandingly.

"But it has been so many years. If there were any clues, they would have been wiped out long ago. And I don't know if that group of people destroyed my golden elixir."

"It is not easy to dig out the elixir, and it is even more difficult to destroy the elixir. As far as I know, there are not many people in the world who have the method to dig out the elixir. As for whether the golden elixir has been destroyed, it is unknown. This is why I said that I am only [-]% sure.
If you are lucky enough to find the golden elixir, you can use the spiritual power in the golden elixir to force the poison out, but the prerequisite is that you have strong enough spiritual power, otherwise it will be self-defeating and speed up the toxin invading the internal organs. Even the gods and goddesses who have entered the five internal organs cannot save him. "

"No matter what the percentage is, I will try." Jing Chu said without hesitation, his eyes full of determination.

The fourth elder nodded with some appreciation, and then he seemed to have thought of something and spoke again to remind him.

"But one thing I have to remind you is that the toxin has been in your body for many years and you haven't discovered it. The person who poisoned you must be someone close to you. She can do it again next time, so my suggestion is to be careful. The people around me.”

Hearing this, Jing Chu's dark eyes shone with a cold light.

What the Fourth Elder said was not unreasonable. In her previous life, she had also suffered betrayal from people around her, and the price she paid was the destruction of her golden elixir, which almost made her unable to practice.

But Jing Chu was only ten years old when she was discovered. At that time, her sharpness was too dazzling, covering up the light of many people, so there were so many people around her who hated her, including the entire Guogong Mansion. Anyone may be a poisoner.

"Thank you to the fourth elder for reminding me. I will be careful in the future, and I have to ask the fourth elder to keep my affairs a secret."

The fourth elder had a smile in his eyes and a kind look on his face, "Don't worry."

Before the fourth elder left, he threw a brown pill to Jing Chu, saying it could suppress the toxicity in the body.

Jing Chu looked at the pills in his hand, and the coldness in his eyes flashed away.

The product produced by the Fourth Elder must be of high quality. After taking the pill, the wounds on his body were almost healed within a few days.

It's just that the scar on Jing Chu's arm was too deep and due to poisoning, the wound scabbed and rotted over and over again, probably leaving scars, but Jing Chu didn't care much.

But what he didn't expect was that one morning when Jing Chu woke up, he found a bottle of plaster on the windowsill. Under the bottle was a piece of paper that said: Remove scars.

Jing Chu's eyes flashed with surprise, and many people's faces flashed through his mind, but he couldn't figure out who sent it.

She held the ointment with eyes flashing, thought for a moment, and finally put the ointment in the drawer as if she didn't intend to use it.

Half a month passed by before my eyes. On the day when I went to the outer door to report, it was the first time in so long that Jingchu came to Xiaoyao Sect that he left the room.

The sun is shining brightly outside the mountains, the breeze is blowing on my face, and the wild flowers in the mountains are blowing in the wind, which is refreshing.

Jing Chu relied on her past memories and walked all the way to the outer gate reporting office. From a distance, she saw a long queue somewhere. She picked a side with fewer people and started queuing. After waiting for a long time, she finally arrived.The outer sect brother gave her a few spiritual stones and a disciple token.

Jing Chu picked it up and took a look at it, and found that it was actually made of extremely precious black iron.

Outer sect disciples will have three ordinary spirit stones for cultivation every month, but after entering the inner sect, they need to work to exchange for the spirit stones.

The house that Jing Chu was assigned was good, but it was raining heavily outside and light rain inside.

In her previous life, she had been in seclusion on another mountain all year round, and she never knew there was such a poor place.

This kind of house would be uninhabitable without some repairs, so Jing Chu had no choice but to search around for some wooden boards, and worked alone all afternoon to plug up the gaps.

I pulled out the weeds outside the yard and swept away the dead branches and leaves until dark. Finally, it was tidied up. Although it couldn't be said to be brand new, at least it didn't look so shabby.

At night, Jing Chu carefully took out a letter. This was a list given to her by the fourth elder. The names on it were people who were proficient in the art of digging pills. She glanced at it briefly and found that most of them were from the Canglan country, except for one. Two are from Galan country.

A name suddenly caught Jing Chu's attention.

"People from Nanzhao?!"

It was the first country to be wiped out by demons. Unexpectedly, 100 years later, the Nanzhao people would still be alive in the world.

Jing Chu turned back a page, his eyes suddenly stopped, and he saw Jing Chu suddenly froze on the spot.

"How could it be him!"

He is still alive? !
The lifespan of a monk will increase with the improvement of his cultivation level. Even if he ascends to the divine realm at the last minute, he will only live 100 years longer than ordinary humans, but 500 years have passed now.

Jing Chu's hand holding the letter gradually tightened.

The night passed extremely long. Jingchu tossed and turned all night long and couldn't sleep. Her mind was in a mess.

She didn't have a good night's rest, which made her look so bad the next day that Zhu Leng was shocked when he saw her.

"Jing Xiaochu, why do you look so bad? Could it be that you haven't recovered from the last injury?!" As he said this, he grabbed Jing Chu's wrist and wanted to take her pulse.

Jing Chu seemed to avoid it inadvertently and said calmly, "I just didn't sleep well last night."

"Really?" Zhu Leng asked in disbelief. He was relieved after receiving Jing Chu's affirmative answer.

Today is the first day of registration. There will be inner sect brothers who will help them get familiar with the sect.

After all the outer disciples gathered together, a light like a meteor streaked across the sky and landed in front of them.

The person who came was none other than the senior fellow from the inner sect. He moved his fingers and the sword automatically returned to its scabbard as if it had come to life.

Such an explosive appearance shocked many disciples in the outer sect.

If immortals can ride on the wind, then those who cultivate immortals can walk with swords, and monks in the foundation-building realm can at least travel a hundred miles a day.

Among this group of new disciples, some are descendants of immortal cultivating families, but most of them are ordinary people who would find it magical if they have never seen it before.

"My dear, I finally understand why everyone wants to become an immortal."

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, but there was a mysterious color in everyone's eyes, which was their longing and yearning for the future.

"My name is Wenren, from the formation cultivation system."

Wenren made a brief introduction to himself, and then started today's trip with his disciples.

(End of this chapter)