My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 10: A Genius Not Suited for This Job

Cheng Lingzhu's eyes lit up.

"In other words, we should go to some mortal places where commoners live together, are relatively remote and backward, and are easy to bewitch and cultivate their faith."

Lu Xuan looked at her in surprise.

The saintess of this year's Dushi Sword School was very smart to react so quickly.

Noticing Lu Xuan's gaze, Cheng Lingzhu straightened her back and raised her chin proudly.

The commoners gathered together and had a dense population, which was beneficial to developing believers and collecting the power of faith.

There were many obscene temples in remote and backward areas. This was because the cultivation civilization was not developed. Whenever evil spirits used some methods to summon the wind and rain, they were regarded as immortals. The commoners were ignorant and easy to fool.

Lu Xuan hadn't left the mountain for a long time and wasn't familiar with the coastal areas, but Cheng Lingzhu had made preparations.

She took out the map from her magic storage and spread it open.

The two of them filtered according to the conditions and locked onto the target in the time it took to brew a cup of tea.

Dongping was a nearby mortal country, about 80,000 kilometers away from the City of Death.

The spiritual energy in the Archean Eon World was not evenly distributed. The spiritual energy in the country of Dongping was delicate. Although there were cultivators in the country, their stages were very low.

After confirming the direction, Lu Xuan threw the lotus throne up and made a hand seal.

The green lotus platform expanded in the wind and soon became a flying magic artifact that could accommodate the two of them.

Lu Xuan took the lead and sat down. Cheng Lingzhu followed him and lifted the hem of her robe. Without hesitation, she sat down beside him.

A green light streaked across the sky as the two of them headed southwest.

...

Sitting on the lotus throne, they flew steadily and quickly.

At this moment, Cheng Lingzhu suddenly noticed a green light being released from under the lotus throne, enveloping her body. The green light was so dazzling that it was eye-catching.

Cheng Lingzhu quietly shifted her position.

The green light followed suit.

Cheng Lingzhu stood up.

The green light went as high as her head.

Cheng Lingzhu ran to the end of the lotus platform.

The green light followed her.

Lu Xuan noticed her actions and said, "This is the protective azure light of the lotus throne. If two people ride this magic artifact together, the lotus throne will automatically protect the weaker one."

Cheng Lingzhu was speechless.

She swore in her heart that after this matter, she would definitely cultivate well.

Otherwise, even magic artifacts would bully her.

Flying was boring. Lu Xuan recalled what happened in the Evil Buddha Hall and asked, "Fellow Daoist Cheng, how did you form the phenomenon of the Massacre Blood Wheel?"

The Massacre Blood Wheel he was referring to was the blood moon that had formed behind Cheng Lingzhu when she had performed the Ancestral Spirit Subjugation technique.

The Massacre Blood Wheel was a top-notch phenomenon. After it was formed, it had an extremely high enhancement to the killing technique. The conditions for condensing it were also extremely harsh.

As far as Lu Xuan knew, there were a few requirements:

First, he had to kill enough.

Secondly, the quality of the victims had to be good enough. Mortals and wild beasts were not suitable. They had to be cultivators and spirit beasts.

Third, killing karma had to be done personally, primitive and simple. The more direct it was, the better.

Poison, curses, array sacrifices, or causing natural disasters would only calculate karma. They would not be able to condense the Massacre Blood Wheel even if they worked in vain.

Fourth, the killing intent had to be pure enough. Only cultivators who truly walked the path of killing and slaughtered without any distracting thoughts could fulfill this requirement.

Finally, it depended on one's luck. Under the premise of meeting the above four conditions, one would have the chance to form the Massacre Blood Wheel if they were lucky enough.

Lu Xuan did not like to kill. Even though this kind of phenomenon was very powerful in enhancing his combat power, he had never tried to condense it.

Lu Xuan did not believe that someone could really refine such a phenomenon that only existed in legends.

It wasn't until he met Cheng Hongtan and became her disciple that he realized that his master had one.

Regarding this matter, Cheng Hongtan was very honest.

Killing countless enemies, the phenomenon formed.

From the beginning of the path of cultivation, all the way to the Mahayana stage, the initial intention had not changed for thousands of years. It was important to maintain a pure heart.

His master was very calm about this.

It was a battle of the Great Dao. It was normal for people to die. How could there be no deaths in cultivation?

This was equivalent to a hundred people fighting in a ring.

In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, the competition of the Great Dao was a battle of resistance and alliance. They were cautious and covetous, colluding with each other and backstabbing each other. They schemed all day long and were very cunning.

In the eyes of the disciples of the Dushi Sword House, the struggle of the Great Path referred to the fact that he had killed the remaining 99 by himself while his mind remained innocent and pure.

Cheng Hongtan had once warned Lu Xuan that the path of cultivation should never cultivate one's strength and not one's heart. The disciples of their sect must have a pure killing heart.

Lu Xuan felt that this sentence was very reasonable, but he also felt that something was wrong.

The saintesses of the Dushi Sword School would only go down the mountain to experience the tribulation at the Mahayana stage, but this did not mean that they would stay in the sect until then.

The Archean Eon World was a vast realm that was shaped like a chicken's egg and surrounded by chaos.

At the edge of the "eggshell," there were many "small bubbles" attached to it. This was a small realm that was connected to the Archean Eon World.

As a top-notch immortal sect, the Dushi Sword House naturally had a lot of small worlds, which were enough for its disciples to train and cultivate.

In addition, if a special mystic realm appeared in the Archean Eon World, the various immortal sects would send their elites into it.

It was not for the sake of fighting for opportunities but for the sake of determining who was better. This involved a battle for luck, and there was a metaphysical factor.

If not for this, Cheng Hongtan would not have been able to condense the Massacre Blood Wheel.

However, this phenomenon was very strange for Cheng Lingzhu.

How old was she?

Even if she started killing in the womb, she wouldn't be able to kill enough.

Moreover, judging from Cheng Lingzhu's personality...

Lu Xuan didn't think she was a qualified disciple of the Dushi Sword School.

Hearing Lu Xuan's question, Cheng Lingzhu was clearly stunned. "The Massacre Blood Wheel? I was born with it."

Lu Xuan was shocked.

'You massacred the Ancient Immortal Dynasty in your previous life, right?'

He had only heard that those with meritorious deeds and ideal bodies were born with them. How could she have inherited such karma?

From this, it could be seen that there were still many exceptions in the world.

Lu Xuan thought of his 3,000 Nascent Souls that escaped and suddenly understood.

"The Massacre Blood Wheel is innate. The previous sea of blood phenomenon was born from this sword."

Cheng Lingzhu picked up the Phoenix Blood Sword.

"I'm the one this sword acknowledges. In the entire sect, I'm the only one who can unleash its power."

Cheng Lingzhu found it strange that the sword spirit was still able to recognize its master despite being silent.

With the Killing Blood Wheel and the Phoenix Blood Sword recognizing her as its master, her master told her very clearly that she was born with the Great Dao of Killing.

However, Cheng Lingzhu didn't really want to stomach this.

She didn't like to kill people, and she wasn't as brave as her fellow sisters. Most of the time, she was a coward.

Especially after the incident in the City of Death, the saintess of the Dushi Sword House was a little unconfident.

Lu Xuan was just about to ask about the Phoenix Blood Sword's previous owner when Cheng Lingzhu looked down at the flying magic artifact and exclaimed.

He looked down and saw a large city below the clouds.

The world was filled with voices and the Buddha's light shone brightly.