After dressing up as cannon fodder, I beat everyone in the house until they cried.

Chapter 5 Ghost Cultivator Sacrifice
Cheng Jinshu almost laughed out loud after listening to Ling Miao's words. Did he hear it right? A waste in the early stage of Qi training actually dared to talk nonsense in front of him, who was in the early stage of Jindan. She must have got carried away because she killed the leopard demon today.

He sneered and nodded, it was just a good opportunity to give Junior Sister Xiaoyu a lesson for this stinky girl who didn't know the heights of the world.

"Okay, you are only at the early stage of Qi training, so I will only use [-]% of my strength. Remember what you just said."

Thirty percent of the force was enough to break a few of her ribs.

"So much nonsense."

Ling Miao put her hands behind her back and secretly took off the bracelets on her wrists.

In her memory, when she was five years old, she accidentally knocked down several century-old trees in the sect while playing. Everyone said she was a monster.

Her cheap elder father found her a pair of power-suppressing magic weapons and put them on both wrists.

She was quite curious. She was so strong with the bracelet on, but how far could she do it if the bracelet was removed?

I just happened to use this opportunity to try it. If I win, I will earn blood. If I lose...

It was impossible to apologize, but she could hang herself in front of Cheng Jinshu.

The moment the two bracelets landed, Ling Miao also attacked Cheng Jinshu.

"I'm coming!"

Before she finished speaking, Ling Miao rushed to Cheng Jinshu's face in an instant. Seeing the doubt flashing in his eyes, she smiled secretly. The pair of bracelets locked more than just her fists.

The moment the bracelet was taken off, Ling Miao felt that her small body was instantly filled with violent power, and the blood all over her body screamed to tell her that she would not lose.

The attack of the little milk baby seemed to tear the air current, and the murderous intention was in front of him instantly.

And Cheng Jinshu.

He was careless.

No flash.

Such a big boy was actually knocked away by the little baby. He didn't even have time to make a sound. He only stopped after breaking two trees.

"you……"

Cheng Jinshu was beaten until he was in a daze for a moment. After a wave of nausea surged through his body, he actually vomited a mouthful of blood.

He endured the severe pain and looked at the little milk baby who had knocked him away in surprise. He picked up two bracelets from the ground and put them on his wrists while smiling provocatively at him.

What was that terrifying force just now?In an instant, it seemed to be overwhelming.

He didn't expect her to be so strong, so he took the hit without dodging.

Even if he didn't faint on the spot, he could not resist the beating.

Ling Miao put on the bracelet and observed Cheng Jinshu's injuries. Her strength was so strong that even she was a little surprised. She would give it a try if she had a chance to meet a monk in the middle or late stages of Golden Elixir.

Walking up to Cheng Jinshu who had not yet gotten up from the ground, Ling Miao took out the demon pill from his arms.

"Cheng Rong. I can repay you for kicking me."

Putting away the demon pill and no longer paying attention to Cheng Jinshu, Ling Miao walked out of the woods without looking back.

After Ling Miao left, Cheng Jinshu got up from the ground with a complex expression. The palm just now made him realize that Ling Miao had actually killed the leopard demon during the day.

but……

There was a twinkle in his eyes, little junior sister, wasn't she just a group favorite? Compared to Ling Miao, he still wanted to pamper the good-looking, simple and soft Ling Yu more.
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Fanyun City is one of the largest cities at the foot of the four major sects.

It was past midnight when Ling Miao entered the city.

She was not in a hurry to find a place to stay, but went straight to the black market, preparing to sell the demon pill she had just snatched.

In this world, cultivation and alchemy are two systems. The alchemist's ability to refine alchemy depends on their own understanding and the type of spiritual fire they use, and has nothing to do with the realm of the monk.

The inner elixir of demon beasts is a good source of spiritual fire, so the price of demon elixirs has always been high. Even the inner elixir of a first-level leopard demon in her hand can be sold for about ten high-grade spiritual stones.It's just that she was a child holding a demon pill and dressed like a beggar. It was estimated that serious stores would not accept it, so she came to the black market.

She lowered her head and glanced at her dusty attire. She was helpless. Ling Miaokong had such strength that he must have been miserable.

She was dressed in rags and went around several stalls before selling the demon pill for the price of seven high-grade spiritual stones.

"Little brother, why are you wandering outside at such a young age?" the stall owner said as he counted the spiritual stones and handed them to Ling Miao.

"My family died early."

Ling Miao calmly took the spirit stone.

"Excuse me, is there a place to eat near here?"

After working hard all day, she hasn't eaten anything yet. She has been hungry several times.

The stall owner was nice and gave him directions. Ling Miao turned around and looked for where the stall owner pointed.

Before she could take a few steps, there was a sound of gongs coming from behind.

She turned around and saw a group of people walking in her direction, like a wedding procession, but it looked particularly eerie.

People in the middle of the road moved to both sides. Ling Miao mixed in the crowd and looked at the people walking in front of him.

No wonder she felt eerie when looking at it. It turned out that except for the bride's sedan chair, which was dark red, everyone else in the wedding procession was all dressed in black.

"It's actually a ghost cultivator offering sacrifice!"

"I don't know which girl they persecuted again this time. It's so pitiful."

"Shh, keep your voice down. These ghost cultivators are crazy and murderous without blinking an eye. Don't let them target you."

As they were talking here, the team actually stopped, and the surrounding discussions stopped abruptly. Everyone stared at them inexplicably, wondering what this group of people wanted to do.

thump.

A heavy object fell to the ground not far away. Ling Miao glanced at it and saw a sack, which looked like the size of a child.

Two people in the group whispered.

"Boss, that kid is scared to death."

"Useless stuff, just wait."

The boss of the ghost cultivator looked around and hooked his hand towards Ling Miao, "That little beggar, yes, it's just you, come here."

Ling Miao pointed at herself in confusion, no, what kind of luck is she.

Seeing that Ling Miao was not moving, the ghost cultivator walked straight to her.

"Little beggar, let me give you a chance to make money."

He pointed to the empty small sedan chair behind the sedan, "We are short of a sedan boy. You can take that one and follow us. When we get to the place, we will let you go."

Ling Miao sneered.

"You fucking think I'm..."

idiot?
The boss of the ghost cultivator: "Let's go and get three hundred high-grade spiritual stones. I'll give them to you now."

Ling Miao: "But then again..."

So, Ling Miao took the money and got on the sedan chair happily, not because she loved money, but mainly because she was interested in what ghost cultivators would look like to offer sacrifices.

Many passers-by around shook their heads and lamented that this kid was so stupid. The ghost cultivator also sneered in his heart. This little beggar was so easy to deceive. How could he let him go when he got there? These three hundred high-grade spiritual stones were only temporarily placed with this idiot. .

Ling Miao sat on the sedan chair and secretly placed the elementary teleportation talisman given to her by the elder of Simingtang today in a convenient place. One talisman was worth three hundred high-grade spiritual stones, so she was not at a loss.

The wedding procession was on the road again, and no one noticed that the curtain of the dark red sedan chair in the middle of the procession was opened up by two fingers with clear joints.

The bride in red lifted her wedding dress a little, looked at the sedan behind her, and spoke slowly.

"The aura on that child's body...isn't right."

The maid on the side came over and took a look through the gap, and whispered, "Master, I will find an opportunity to kill him later."

"Don't worry, take a look first."

(End of this chapter)