Chapter 103 Purple Air Coming from the East

Nightfall.

Li Daoxuan carried an oil-paper umbrella on his back, put all his luggage into the Three Realms Gourd, and left Xinyang County with his master under the light of the stars.

After leaving the city, he couldn't help but look back.

Under the night sky, Xinyang County seemed exceptionally peaceful, as if nothing that had happened before had left any trace.

Although this place is not big, the people are simple and honest . Li Daoxuan has lived here for nearly two months, and he feels a little reluctant to leave.

But he knew he had to leave.

Perhaps everything has been settled, the Wutong God has been eliminated, and even the eight-tailed fox demon was burned to death and turned into ashes. The people here should be able to live a peaceful life.

But Li Daoxuan knew that there were still two mysteries that had not been solved.

One is the Moro religion that the eight-tailed fox demon once mentioned. What kind of existence is it and what is it plotting?

Another question is who is the possessed Taoist priest, and what does he want to do by sending three demons to Hongzhou?

With the death of Tushan Xuan, these two questions may no longer be answered.

But Li Daoxuan didn't care. After all, he was not a detective fan, and everything had to be done in a timely manner.

These two things sound very troublesome and the water is very complicated, so try to stay away from them if possible.

The most important thing now is to seize the time to practice, kill monsters, and become stronger quickly!

Li Daoxuan and his master walked towards the unknown distance together, and couldn't help asking : "Master, why are we in such a hurry to leave?"

He was in a coma for three days and three nights. He finally opened his third eye and woke up. His master urged him to leave quickly.

Zhang Qianyang drank as he walked, saying, "This time in Xinyang County, there was too much noise. I had many enemies in the past. If they come looking for me, I can run away, but I'm afraid for your life... Tsk tsk."

Li Daoxuan's face darkened as he remembered how arrogant his master was in the past and must have made many enemies. Perhaps this was the reason why he had to hide his identity now.

It seems that I can’t easily say that I am Zhang Qianyang’s apprentice in the future, for fear of being stabbed to death.

"Master, what old injuries did you suffer? Do you still have a chance to return to the Yang God Realm?"

Li Daoxuan couldn't help but ask.

If the master returns to the Yang Shen realm, won’t he be able to walk around freely?

There was a hint of reminiscence in Zhang Qianyang's eyes, as if he saw those high-spirited years again, but it eventually turned into a touch of loss.

He chuckled and said, "Little kid, stop asking about adults' affairs."

Li Daoxuan had no way to deal with this stubborn old man and could only secretly raise his middle finger, while planning when to secretly put some laxative in his wine.

…

The two of them used their magical powers to travel at lightning speed, from darkness to early morning.

"Master, where are we?"

"Who knows?"

"Oh, then I'll call Sister Yu over to ask her."

"...You think you're funny, little brat?"

After the usual bickering, the master and disciple climbed up to a high rock, bathed in the morning sun, and began to practice the "Purple Qi Yang Yuan Gong".

An hour later, Zhang Qianyang opened his eyes, a purple light flashed, and then disappeared.

He was somewhat satisfied. After decades of hard practice, the "Purple Qi Nourishing Essence Technique" was finally reaching the fifth level. He should be able to break through in a few days.

This technique can improve the body, increase lifespan, and also has a certain effect on the old injuries in his body.

The only pity is that the practice is too slow, but there is nothing we can do about it. Who says we can only absorb a little bit of the morning sun purple energy every day?

As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhang Qianyang was shocked.

What the hell, where is my apprentice?

All around was thick purple air, spreading for hundreds of feet, like a heavy fog, blocking people's vision.

Zhang Qianyang then understood why he felt like he had made a breakthrough in his "Purple Qi Nourishing Essence Technique". Could it be that this was a treasure land that could condense purple qi?

"Master, don't panic."

Li Daoxuan's voice sounded in the purple air, with a hint of pride.

"This is just a little magic trick of my disciple."

Zhang Qianyang activated his Dharma Eye and his pupils shook.

I saw Li Daoxuan sitting on the rocks around, all over the mountain, filling up the hill.

Some people couldn't sit down, so they ran to the treetops to meditate.

After breaking through to the middle stage of Bigu, his ability to create clones also improved. The number of clones increased greatly, and he could create more than one hundred incarnations.

At this moment, the purple air of the morning sun was attracted by more than one hundred clones during their cultivation.

As the clones continued to turn into hair, the purple energy of the rising sun that they absorbed was automatically transferred into Li Daoxuan's body.

At this moment, every pore of Li Daoxuan was emitting purple energy, and crystal purple light was flowing on his skin, which was full of clean and flawless texture.

After a moment, the strange phenomenon slowly disappeared.

Li Daoxuan clenched his fists and could feel the powerful force surging in his blood, enough to tear tigers and leopards apart alive.

Besides that, he seemed to have grown a little taller.

The most important thing is that vitality has been improved to a certain extent, and long-term practice is enough to prolong life.

Zhang Qianyang was completely stunned and asked, "The clone technique... can it still be used for cultivation?"

Li Daoxuan looked at his master in surprise and said, "Yes, Master, don't you know?"

Zhang Qianyang woke up as if from a dream. He had never thought of using the art of clone to practice.

This is actually a misconception. The art of clones is used to fight enemies or escape, and almost no one has ever thought of using it for cultivation.

Zhang Qianyang immediately recited the spell and performed the clone technique.

A moment later, the second Zhang Qianyang appeared in the same place, but his eyes were a little dull and his behavior was a little stiff.

This is the clone technique of Longhu Mountain, which is a magic spell and has not yet reached the level of supernatural power.

Zhang Qianyang let his clone practice for a while before releasing the spell, frowning slightly.

"Master, is it ineffective?"

Li Daoxuan asked.

"Yes, but it's very little, probably only one percent of the main body's cultivation. Compared with the mana consumed, it's not worth it."

This is still the clone technique of Longhu Mountain. If it was a more general clone technique, the effect would probably be worse.

Zhang Qianyang looked at his disciple and asked, "Where is your clone?"

"It's probably 70% of the effect of my training."

Zhang Qianyang simply pinched off a strand of his beard, took a deep breath, and looked at his apprentice with a perverted look.

"Disciple, what level of Purple Qi Nourishing Essence Technique have you cultivated to?"

"It should be about to break through to the third level."

Zhang Qianyang's face turned dark. He had practiced hard for decades and had only just reached the fourth level. He had not yet broken through to the fifth level. This brat had only practiced for two months and was already at the third level?

Even though he is my own apprentice, why do I feel so jealous?

Zhang Qianyang, the former Tiangang Subduing Demon Master and the pride of Longhu Mountain, now began to doubt his own qualifications.

At this time, Li Daoxuan added another blow.

"Master, which floor are you on?"

"The fourth... fortieth floor!"

"Eh? Master, I remember you said that this Purple Qi Nourishing Essence Technique only has nine levels, right?"

"...Hehe, what I am practicing is the advanced version."

"So that's how it is. Then, Master, do you want to learn this magical power of splitting hair into two bodies? Do you want me to teach you?"

"Humph, your master has countless Taoist methods and infinite magical powers. Do you think I need to learn from a brat like you?"

An hour later.

A stubborn old man coughed, took a big sip of wine, his face slightly red, and spoke in a very small voice.

"Um... if I tell you not to learn... then you really won't teach me?"