The cold wave grew increasingly bitter.
Logically speaking, the area outside Ping'an County should have become a no-man's-land, but these past few days it had become increasingly lively. Looking into the distance, one could see groups of twos and threes of martial artists walking on the snow-covered plains.
These were martial artists rushing over from all over Da Li.
Their strength was formidable.
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Among them, there was no shortage of geniuses and experts.
In the face of these martial artists, the current cold wave was nothing. It could even be described as a slight frost.
At most, it was just a bit cooler, and it was difficult for people to freeze to death.
The difference between martial artists and ordinary people was simply too great.
If this difference wasn't mostly the result of cultivation, rather than natural mutation, martial artists and ordinary people could really be considered two different species, and the latter would be completely unnecessary.
"Young Master, the concentration of deathly energy in this place is gradually increasing. I estimate that in another two days, it will reach a periodic peak. At that time, it should be when the Eternal Calamity Underworld opens."
A thin old man respectfully looked at the young man before him.
The young man nodded, responding with a calm expression:
"That's good. I don't want to stay in this small place for long. Besides, it's all white. How can it compare to the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan? If it weren't for this Eternal Calamity Underworld, I wouldn't have come."
But this place was full of it, but the amount was too small.
"Wouldn't that benefit those ordinary mud-legs?"
The young man was a little surprised and asked.
"That's right, that's how it is. However, the amount of dragon energy is still too small. Even if it benefits them, those mud-legs won't amount to anything. At most, it will make them a little healthier."
The thin old man explained, feeling a pity.
If this dragon energy could be collected and given to the young master, perhaps it could further improve the young master's cultivation. Unfortunately, it is now too scattered and difficult to collect, so we can only give up for now.
"That's indeed a pity. What's the use of those mud-legs being healthy? In the end, they're still wasting food. It's better for them to die sooner. Anyway, they never die completely. What's the big deal if a few more die?"
The young master of the Gu family shook his head.
The most numerous people in the world were these ordinary mud-legs. They were clearly useless, didn't have any bloodline power, but occupied the most space and wasted the most food.
If you wanted them to work, they couldn't do too much heavy work.
He really didn't know what the Da Li court was raising them for?
It would be better if they all died, allowing the bloodlines of the aristocratic families to spread out.
The thin old man nodded in agreement. On the other side, a tall man spoke, "Young Master, I happen to know what's going on. It is said that some time ago, a martial artist named Su Han shattered the golden dragon of fortune here, causing the dragon energy to dissipate."
"Oh? Su Han, from the Su family of Guangning in the Northern Border?"
The young man of the Gu family was a little surprised and asked.
The tall man shook his head: "I'm not very clear either, but according to the information I've gathered, that Su Han used to be a refugee from the Northern Border. It is said that he also worked as a house slave. I don't know if it's true or not."
As soon as he said this, the young master of the Gu family immediately lost interest.
He scorned, speaking blandly:
"Mud-legs are just so crude, it's normal. Forget it, don't talk about him. I'm not interested, otherwise I'll get covered in mud and fish smell, which is disappointing. I don't want to bathe and change again."
He thought for a while, suddenly thought of something, and continued:
"Before I left home, my second uncle once told me that my good-for-nothing sister eloped with a commoner martial artist surnamed Sun. According to bloodline positioning, isn't she in this place?"
The thin old man quickly nodded:
"That's indeed right. That young...her bloodline information disappeared in this place. She should already be dead."
The young master of the Gu family smiled disdainfully: "Good riddance."
"For a noble lady of a prestigious family, flowing with such a noble and ancient bloodline, to actually choose to associate with those mud-legs commoner martial artists who exude the smell of mud, it's simply defiling our Gu family."
"It was absolutely right for the family to abolish her cultivation and remove most of her bloodline back then."
He thought for a while, then said:
"However, even if she died well, she's still my sister after all. She even gave me candy to eat before. I can't do nothing, otherwise my second uncle will scold me when I get back. A'Da, go investigate and see if there's any relevant information."
"If my sister was killed by someone, help her take revenge. If not, then ignore it. At most, help her repair her grave. And if you find the product of defiling the family's bloodline..."
"You know what to do, right?"
The young master of the Gu family revealed a stern look in his eyes.
"Yes, Young Master."
The tall man respectfully spoke, disappearing in a flash.
The young master of the Gu family nodded slightly, beckoning the thin old man to follow: "Alright, let's wander around with this young master. Maybe we can find something and enter the Eternal Calamity Underworld ahead of time to seize the opportunity."
"Yes, Young Master."
The thin old man responded respectfully, quickly following behind.
As a special martial artist carefully cultivated by the family, his only mission was to assist and protect the bloodline of the Gu family.
More than half of his life had passed, and he had done his duty well.
He couldn't afford to make a mistake in his old age.
Before long, the figures of Zhao Yunlan and Zhao Tianji appeared here. The former was a little troubled, but still activated a secret technique to collect the scattered dragon energy here.
He couldn't help but look at Zhao Tianji, complaining, "Brother, this dragon energy is too scattered. I can't collect it all. Five days have passed, and there's still a lot left. Should we just give up?"
Zhao Tianji crossed his arms, speaking blandly:
"I said that collecting dragon energy is only secondary. The reason why we are wandering around in this place is to investigate the direction of the dragon veins here and pay attention to the Eternal Calamity Underworld that may appear at any moment."
"Then why did you still make me collect so much dragon energy?"
Zhao Yunlan continued to complain.
"You're idle anyway, and you also need to temper your temperament. Don't forget the惨败defeat five days ago. Even if you lost to an old demon that has been accumulating power for years, you still need to learn from it."
As soon as he said this, Zhao Yunlan's face immediately collapsed.
He couldn't help but look up at the direction of the Golden Pavilion in the county town, revealing a look of resentment. Just wait, you extraterrestrial demon pretending to be young to deceive me, a young man. Sooner or later, you'll be punished.
The divine power talisman will arrive soon. Then I'll suppress you!
Hachoo!
Inside the closed-door cultivation room of the Golden Pavilion, Su Han sneezed.
He rubbed his nose. Who was thinking about him? Such a strong resentment. Or was it that he had a problem with his sword practice again?
In these five days, he had been practicing the Deadly Seven Kill Sword. Although it had already reached the state of Great Accomplishment, the condensation of the Seven Kill Calamity Luck was a bit difficult.
However, he was also about to come into contact with the power of criminal law over life and death.
