"This is not an ordinary jade pendant. It was found by my grandfather in the ruins of a thousand-year-old sect in his early years. There is a magic circle engraved on it. It is a real treasure." Jiang Youcai explained, gently rubbing the smooth surface of the jade pendant with his skinny hands. "Can this thing be used to improve spiritual root qualifications?" Jiang Zheng looked at the jade pendant in his hand curiously. This is an emerald green jade pendant with a smooth and lustrous surface. If placed in the sun, one can see through the jade pendant the intricate patterns inside. "Huh?" Suddenly, dark red mist emerged from between Jiang Zheng's eyebrows and in a moment turned into the appearance of a young man, which scared him. "How did you come out!" Jiang Zheng screamed frantically in his mind. It's over, it's over. How should he explain this? "Don't worry, you are the only one who can see me." Hearing this, Jiang Zheng quickly turned to look at Jiang Youcai, and breathed a sigh of relief to find that his grandfather really seemed to be unable to see. "This formation... no wonder it looks so familiar, it must have been created by his descendants," Kong Qingxian came closer to the jade pendant to take a look and then said.
"Do you know this thing?" Jiang Zheng asked himself. "Oh, there is nothing in this world that I don't know," said Kong Qingxian with disdain. "What is this then?" "Why should I tell you?" After saying this, the dark red mist shrank back to his brows like a tide. "What's so great about it!" Jiang Zheng secretly laughed. "Hehehe...you'll know what it is once you use it." Kong Qingxian laughed as if he was looking at the audience in the stands who were ready to watch the show. "Zheng'er, just watch carefully" As he spoke, under Jiang Zheng's gaze, a faint spiritual light flowed between Jiang Youcai's hands, and he reached out to the roots of the spiritual herb that the grandfather and grandson had been watering for more than ten years. "Look, Immortal! It's this grass! This is the treasure I was talking about!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from above their heads and fell into the ears of the grandfather and grandson. They raised their heads, and Jiang Youcai's expression suddenly changed! I saw two flying swords approaching Tiger Cliff quickly, with four figures on them. The person who spoke was Song Caihua, and the person standing in front of the flying sword was actually Zhu Shengwu. On the flying sword beside him, Hu Liang stood with his hands behind his back like a straight green pine, looking down at the grandfather and grandson, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. At this time, his eyes were fixed on the red cloud grass. "It's really red cloud grass!" Suddenly, Hu Liang's breathing became rapid, his eyes became hot, and he revealed a greedy expression. It was really like searching for something in vain, but it finally came to him without any effort. He had been stuck at the sixth level of Qi training for a year. With this Red Cloud Grass, he would be able to make further progress.
The four of them jumped down with their swords and landed in front of Jiang Youcai and the other two. "Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?" Jiang Youcai thought to himself that something was wrong, so he pulled out the red cloud grass, protected it behind him, and forced a smile. He became alert and looked past Hu Liang at Song Caihua and his wife, and a huge rage surged in his heart. Jiang Zheng stood behind him, also looking at the newcomer with caution. Although he was inexperienced, he could tell that the other party had bad intentions, which made him nervous. "A mere waste spiritual root of the first level of Qi Refining, are you worthy of addressing me as a fellow Taoist? I don't want to waste time talking to you. Hand over the Red Cloud Grass and I can spare your life!" Hu Liang waved his hand and the flying sword fell into his hand. He exuded a faint sense of oppression and strong murderous intent. "Impossible. We worked so hard to grow this red cloud grass. Why would you ask us to hand it over?" Jiang Zheng was very emotional and wanted to go forward to argue with Jiang Youcai with his eyes wide open, but was pulled behind him by Jiang Youcai. "Grandpa, they are going too far!" Jiang Zheng's eyes were filled with anger. Jiang Youcai shook his head, stopped him with his eyes, then turned and looked angrily at Song Caihua and his wife. "You two ungrateful bastards! The Dashan family has provided you with good food and drink for so many years, and you are not grateful enough, but you actually dared to let a wolf into the house! You are worse than pigs and dogs!" Jiang Youcai cursed loudly, his chest heaving violently. He turned his back and quietly stuffed the red grass into Jiang Zheng's hand. Just as Jiang Zheng was about to ask, Jiang Youcai's voice sounded in his mind. "Zheng'er, remember, if the other party makes a move later, you must swallow the red cloud grass quickly, remember!" Hearing this, although Jiang Zheng was puzzled, he still kept the words in mind, and his mind was tense, ready to swallow the red grass at any time. "Humph! You old man, what's wrong with supporting us? That's what that bitch should do. It's all your fault for being biased. Do you think that if you hide the treasure here, we won't be able to find it?" Song Caihua looked very pleased and said: "Everyone says you've been to the fairy mountain. It turns out that you're a good-for-nothing, and your precious grandson is also a good-for-nothing. You might as well give away your treasures and get rich and go to the fairy mountain." At this point, Song Caihua no longer cared about what Jiang Youcai said, but he still looked at Jiang Daren unwillingly. "Daren, you rebellious son, are you going to help outsiders harm your own father?" Jiang Youcai cursed Jiang Daren loudly, his expression was grief-stricken and his heart was desolate. He knew that his eldest son was idle all day long and had no ambition to make progress, but he never expected that today he would invite a wolf into the house together with that vicious woman. "Dad, how can you blame me? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too biased. Everyone knows that Su Ning'er is beautiful. Why didn't you let me marry her? I am the boss! You'd better hand over the treasure obediently. Jiang Zheng can't go to the fairy mountain anyway, so what's the point of keeping it?" Jiang Daren was indignant, without any shame or guilt in his heart. He said what he had been holding in his heart for many years, thinking that everything he did was justified. “You…you!” Hearing this, Song Caihua jumped up in anger, "Well, you actually fell in love with that bitch!"
"Enough!" Hu Liang shouted angrily, "Hand over the Red Cloud Grass, or... die!" The Qingfeng in his hand glowed with cold light, and he moved towards the grandfather and grandson step by step, with great dominance. "My Immortal, please don't worry. I will get the treasure for you right away. When you get the treasure, don't forget your promise to me." Song Caihua said as if seeking credit, and walked past Hu Liang with a fierce look on his face, preparing to snatch the red cloud grass. Suddenly, a cold light flashed. The next moment, blood splattered, Song Caihua's eyes widened, and the world in front of her began to turn upside down. Amidst everyone's shocked gazes, her head fell to the ground. The headless corpse took a step forward and fell weakly to the ground with a dull thud. "Haha... You are just a stink bug, and you think you are qualified to negotiate with me?" Hu Liang sneered a few times and slowly pointed the sword in his hand at Jiang Youcai. “Kill… kill someone!” Seeing Song Caihua's head chopped off by Hu Liang's sword, Jiang Daren was shocked. Driven by fear, he turned around and wanted to run. A breeze blew by, and Zhu Shengwu, dressed in a white robe, stood in front of him with a ferocious smile on his lips. He drew out the long sword from his waist without hesitation. A cold light flashed, and Jiang Daren covered his neck and fell down in pain. It all happened so quickly, without any warning, and the couple didn't even know why they died. Jiang Zheng looked at this scene with his eyes wide open and his mouth numbly opened, unable to utter a word. "Hehehe... Wonderful, so wonderful! Boy, open your eyes and take a good look. What is cultivation? This is cultivation! Hahahaha..." Kong Qingxian’s loud laughter rang in Jiang Zheng’s mind.