Hearing Xue Hu's last words, Zhou Zhao's eyes suddenly became heavy, thinking of the assassin from that night.
From Fang Yi 'ai's performance today, he did not seem like a scheming person. He clearly showed hostility towards him, but he did not seem like a decisive person.
The assassin that night seemed to be the work of the general's son, Xue Hu. His threat just now was self-evident. Moreover, he seemed to have a faint feeling that Zhou Zhao was not an ordinary Daoist and suspected that he had a true inheritance.
If the assassin that night was sent by him, then it was reasonable for him to suspect Zhou Zhao. After all, those two assassins had disappeared without a trace, and Zhou Zhao was still alive and well. There must be something fishy about it.
It seemed that he had followed Fang Yi 'ai here today to test and warn her.
"What a great son of a great general. He really has the style of his father!”
Zhou Zhao couldn't help but exclaim.
In this world, the strong preyed on the weak. If he were an ordinary person without a system, he would have died again not long after transmigrating.
"Xue Hu, I must kill him!"
Zhou Zhao withdrew his gaze from the small mountain path and turned to walk towards the back hall of the Taoist temple. After tonight, Zhou Zhao's Purple Cloud Divine Art would completely enter the ninth level and could be called a great success.
After Xie Ya saw Zhou Zhao enter the Taoist temple, she pursed her lips. After sweeping the fallen leaves around her, she also hurriedly carried a broom and entered the Taoist temple. The door of the Taoist temple was closed, and the surroundings turned from the previous bustle to the usual silence.
At this moment, Zhou Zhao was sitting cross-legged on a futon in the back hall. As he breathed, wisps of purple qi gradually appeared and enveloped his face. After cultivating for an unknown period of time, Zhou Zhao suddenly felt his true qi circulate faster and faster, and the acupoints all over his body suddenly vibrated in unison. Weng! Zhou Zhao's face was suffused with a purple mist that was as dense as a rosy cloud. At the same time, Zhou Zhao's robe fluttered without any wind.
Hualala!
The Daoist robe on Zhou Zhao's body gradually swelled up, and wisps of Qi energy seeped out, like clouds, endless and vast.
Puchi!
Zhou Zhao suddenly spat out a stream of gray stench, like a sword. The sword of qi directly rushed out more than ten feet, and actually directly pierced through the floor, creating a small pit that was an inch deep.
Just as Zhou Zhao broke through to the ninth level of the Violet Cloud Divine Art, his internal organs were once again cleansed. Now, Zhou Zhao only felt as if all his internal organs were alive, full of vitality, and his entire body and mind were cheering.
The ninth level of the Violet Cloud Divine Art was already the great success realm of the cultivation technique. From today onwards, not only was Zhou Zhao immune to all illnesses and poisons, but he was also peaceful and natural, and his lifespan had also been greatly increased.
It was recorded in the Purple Cloud Secret Manual that an ordinary person could live a long life at 80 years old. However, after the Purple Cloud Divine Art was completed, one could live up to 150 years old. Whether it was flesh, blood, bones, or skin, under the nourishment of the Purple Cloud True Qi, aging would be greatly delayed.
Therefore, even if Zhou Zhao continued to live with his current cultivation, at the age of eighty, his physical condition would be even better than that of an ordinary middle-aged man. This was truly a life longer than ordinary people.
This was the charm of cultivation. When others were already old, one's appearance was still the same, overlooking the world.
Zhou Zhao suppressed the joy in his heart and closed his eyes again. He began to comprehend the changes brought about by this breakthrough. Not only did the quality of his true qi increase greatly, but the increase in energy was also quite shocking.
If it was a transparent gas that was difficult to capture and sense in the past, it had now become like a cloud. It was as if he could already see it. If he felt it carefully, he could even feel its tidal intent and moisture.
When the sun rose high and the hazy light from the sun valley shone on the floor through the paper window, Zhou Zhao finally opened his eyes again.
"Abbey Dean, we can eat now!"
Xiao Ya's voice came from outside.
Zhou Zhao replied and washed up before coming to the low table in the corridor to have breakfast.
It had to be said that Xiao Ya was very qualified to be a little disciple here. She had been very diligent these few days. But Zhou Zhao also knew that she was afraid that he would chase her down the mountain.
It was too difficult for a teenage girl to live on her own unless she was already married and went to her husband's house. The villages at the foot of the mountain were originally formed by refugees with many surnames. Although everyone helped each other, their situation was not good. Most of them were poor families. If there was an additional burden, it would not be easy for any family.
Therefore, Xie Ya went up the mountain voluntarily, and the villagers were probably happy to see her do so. In fact, there were many villagers who wanted to send their children up the mountain, but they were all rejected by the Taoist temple. After all, life in the Taoist temple was much better than at the foot of the mountain.
"I'm going out today. You take care of the house!”
After Zhou Zhao finished eating, he leisurely left the house and gave an order before leaving.
"Understood, Abbey Dean!"
Xie Ya saw that Zhou Zhao had specially instructed her, and her small face immediately beamed with joy.
Zhou Zhao's figure disappeared into the forest in a few breaths. The son of a great general? Zhou Zhao wanted to see how it went.
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