Chapter 118: Going to be rich?

Chen Lang paused for a moment and continued cutting.

"After I defected from the Tianjian Sect, I went to the Pingtian Sect. I was captured while on a mission and brought here to be used as trial material."

The man with mostly long hair explained slowly, "The Qingmu Sect likes to use prisoners as test opponents to hone their inner disciples. Disciples often come to Qingsong Mountain. You should have seen the hall when you came."

"I see." Chen Lang nodded.

"That is the trial field. We will be pulled there and fight with the disciples of Qingmu Sect, and then be beaten to death."

"What cultivation level?"

"It's about the same as us, not higher than us. It's a test after all."

"Will the seal be unlocked?" Chen Lang asked.

"Of course, otherwise what's the point of training."

That's good.

Chen Lang thought for a moment and asked again, "How many people will there be by then?"

"Hundreds, maybe thousands."

“So many?” Chen Lang thought to himself, what the hell, is he going to get rich?

Once the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is retracted, won't it be directly promoted to the Black Banner? He heard that the quality of souls varies from person to person, and the inner disciples must be very good.

"Not all of them are disciples, there are also some family members and elders of the Qingmu Sect."

"enough."

"What do you mean by enough?" the half-long-haired man asked doubtfully.

Chen Lang didn't explain. He continued to ask, "When can we start fighting?"

"tomorrow."

The half-long-haired man said, "Someone will come to hand out numbered cards tonight. Then you will go on stage one by one from the front to the back. I will unlock your seal and then you can go up to duel. If one dies, another will take his place."

"Got it." Chen Lang nodded. His elder brother was really reliable and he could tell the answer as soon as he asked.

He already had a plan in mind.

Once the seal was unlocked, he would use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to collect them. He had estimated on the previous battlefield that with three thousand souls in his hand he could exert a combat power beyond that of the late foundation building stage, which would be enough to kill a group of disciples in seconds. Finally, he would use the Earth Escape Talisman to escape.

A thousand people, at least two or three thousand souls, right? Unless these inner disciples are really weak.

By the way, I should learn the soul-controlling formation again and see if I can deal with the elder in the Jindan stage.

"Aren't you afraid?" asked the man with half of his long hair.

"Not afraid."

"Why aren't you afraid?"

Chen Lang glanced at it. How can I tell you about this? He put the dagger aside and said, "Okay, I know. Thanks for the information."

"No. You have to shave my hair first." The man with half of his long hair missing was speechless. Don't force me to slap you.

Chen Lang yawned, sat down in a corner, closed his eyes, and then turned on the system.

【Coordinates marked】

After the system popped up the characters, Chen Lang put his hands behind his back and hooked his fingers.

Miles away.

Somewhere in the grass, there was a jade bracelet with a yellow talisman that could allow one to escape underground stuck to it.

Suddenly, a wisp of true energy fluctuated on the surface of the earth-escaping talisman, activating it.

The next moment, the jade bracelet disappeared in the beam of light and came into Chen Lang's hand, which was sandwiched between his back and the wall.

The jade bracelet was a trophy obtained when he was on a mission as an overseas disciple. After he got it back, he found that it was a space magic weapon and was quite useful.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the Seven Star Sword, etc. are all inside.

When Chen Lang overturned the prison van and released the seven prisoners, he marked a location, hid all his belongings in the bracelet, affixed a talisman to it, and added a wisp of Qi.

After all, if he sneaked in as a prisoner, he would be searched. He didn't want to waste time and work hard to get it back like he did at the Black Mountain Spirit Mine.

Moreover, this is the territory of the Aoki Sect, so we must fight quickly and decisively and not be too high-profile.

Fortunately, the two places are not far apart. After he learned the soul-controlling technique, his perception ability increased greatly. If it were ten miles away, he would probably have to escape over there to get it.

After quietly putting the jade bracelet into his arms, Chen Lang opened his eyes. The man with half hair was talking to him in a somewhat irritable voice.

"Are the young men of the Heavenly Sword Sect so uneducated? I am willing to talk to you because I still have some friendship with that sect. If you don't want to hear nice words, I also have some martial arts skills that I can share with you."

"Stop arguing, I'll cut your hair." After finishing his work, Chen Lang picked up the dagger again. The man with half of his hair snorted coldly, and his originally sad mood disappeared in an instant.

While helping him cut the remaining hair, Chen Lang asked, "Why did you join the Pingtian Sect?"

He felt that this person was not a very evil person and had such a good temper, which was different from him.

There is nothing good about being in the Pingtian Sect. Even if he himself didn't want to join, it was all a coincidence.

"Hmph, you're being used as a tool in the Tianjian Sect and have no future. Go to the Pingtian Sect and at least you'll be rewarded if you make military achievements." The man with half of his long hair missing was very annoyed.

Chen Lang was surprised, "Are you also a disciple who was used as a sacrifice?"

"No." The man with half of his long hair denied, "All outer disciples are the same, they go wherever there is danger. I have been there for a few years, but my cultivation has not improved at all, and I am injured. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went over there.

By the way, I have a junior sister named Han Shuang. If she is still alive, she should be your senior sister. Do you know her?"

"I don't know. I've only been here for less than a year." Chen Lang said.

"That's pretty miserable." The short-haired man didn't ask any more questions. He was taken away to be a sacrifice in less than a year, which was even more miserable than him.

"Do you regret coming to Pingtian Sect?" the short-haired man asked again.

"No regrets."

"You still have some backbone. You are responsible for your own path." The short-haired man shook his short flat head, feeling very comfortable:
"I don't regret it either. People shouldn't be slaves when they are alive. Pingtian Sect at least gave me the opportunity to fight. I was captured because I am not as skilled as others. I hope I can be reborn into a good family in the next life. Forget it, there should be no afterlife.

It is fate that I can meet you, a fellow disciple today. Please help me shave my hair, so that I can end my ties with the Tianjian Sect. From tomorrow on, I will no longer be a disciple, nor a Taoist priest of the Pingtian Sect.

I am a self-reliant cultivator."

"Oh." Chen Lang nodded.

That’s what it meant.

Chen Lang was silent. He admitted that he felt a little sympathetic towards this senior brother, otherwise he would have charged for a haircut or a styling service.

……

night.

A jailer came in and gave each person a stick with a serial number written on it.

After getting the signatures, the lifeless prison became restless. Everyone looked at each other to see which signature number the other party had. After all, this was a matter of life and death, even if it was just a matter of time.

"Kid, what's your number?" asked the short-haired senior brother.

Chen Lang said, "Number 17."

"What a coincidence! I'm number 16."

The short-haired man sneered, "You arranged it very well. Open your eyes wide tomorrow and I will show you how I beat those spoiled inner disciples like dogs."

"Can we get out if we win?" Chen Lang asked.

"No."

"Then why fight?"

"Oh, can't you just let out some air?

I have to work like a cow or a horse for them when I am alive, and I have to be used as a grindstone for them before I die, bah! "

It seems quite professional. Are you interested in working for the Wanhun Banner after you die?
Chen Lang shook his head indifferently. It was a pity that he didn’t get number 1 and had to queue for such a long time.

"It doesn't matter. Everyone will die one day, and so will they." Chen Lang comforted.

night.

The jailer brought the last meal for the execution, which was very sumptuous.

After eating, Chen Lang began to read the book in the moonlight coming in through the window.

This formation is called "Yin Lao". It uses the army of dead souls to replace the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It constructs a formation to blockade heaven and earth and can suppress the realm of cultivators within a ten-mile radius.

The more ghosts there are, the stronger the suppression effect will be. At least three thousand souls are needed to perform it. It is said that if the black banner is used, it can even suppress the opponent to a higher level.

“Fortunately, it’s not something complicated.” Chen Lang studied it for a while. There were pictures in the book that described the specific locations and the way to construct the formation. Although he didn’t understand them, it was enough to copy them. There was no need to waste the skill book, and he had already used it up.

He began to concentrate on memorizing the formation diagram. He couldn't forget it after killing half of them tomorrow and then take out the book to look at it later. That would make him seem unprofessional as a flag-raiser.

But at this time, Chen Lang vaguely heard a cry.

The short-haired man, the big brother from the Tianjian Sect, actually shed tears.

"Come here, kid. I didn't tell you the truth before."

……

(End of this chapter)