Chapter 1226

At the center of the Dawn Rain Continent, there was a place with beautiful scenery. It was precisely a continuous range of mountains and a dense forest. In this place that was like a paradise, there had been countless stories and legends of immortals and ghosts for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, this seemingly empty and picturesque place had an extremely tacky name — Yellow Flower Ridge!

Yellow Flower Ridge, although it sounded tacky, it couldn't hide the fact that it was "famous because of immortals".

In the vast low-lying area between the mountains and plains of Yellow Flower Ridge, there was a thick white fog that couldn't be dispersed by the wind. It blocked the path of ordinary people who went up the mountain in search of immortals, so people didn't know the truth behind the white fog.

But this mysterious fog cut off the path of ordinary people's feet, but it couldn't cut off the path in their hearts. Therefore, stories about mountains, rivers, immortals, and demons were passed down one after another, generation after generation!

The more they were passed down, the more mysterious they became!

The stories in the mouths of ordinary people were mostly made up to express their beautiful wishes. But what the villagers near Yellow Flower Ridge didn't know was that in Yellow Flower Ridge, there really was a real cultivation sect. The name of this cultivation sect was the opposite of the tacky name of Yellow Flower Ridge. Not only was it mysterious, but it was also puzzling. This name was — Shang Huaming!

There was no way to verify how Shang Huaming got its name. Even the 81th generation head of Shang Huaming, Xiao Yuehong, had flipped through all the ancient records in the sect out of boredom, but couldn't find a single word about it. As for why Xiao Yuehong was so bored, perhaps one could understand the reason just by looking at Xiao Yuehong now!

It was afternoon, and the sun had already moved to the southwest. Xiao Yuehong was on a high mountain in Shang Huaming's Yellow Flower Ridge. He … wasn't practicing any martial arts. Instead, he was squinting his eyes and lying on his back on a small boat-shaped magic tool. The magic tool floated in the air above the high mountain. As the sun moved farther away, it gradually changed its angle and position so that Xiao Yuehong's entire body could be completely bathed in the warm sunlight …

Since the Sect Leader of a cultivation sect had so much free time, it wouldn't be strange for him to rummage through chests and cabinets to find the origin of his sect's name!

Xiao Yuehong, who was basking in the sun, suddenly opened his eyes. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the mountain peak to the west. He smacked his lips and muttered with a very helpless expression, "Ai, this child … use magic power. You … although you're very stupid, you're still a first layer Aura Refining cultivator. If you can use magic power, then use magic power. Why use … strength?"

Just as he was mumbling to himself, a loud rumbling sound came from the west side of the mountain. It seemed to be the sound of boulders crashing into each other!

"Fortunately, Yellow Flower Ridge has my Mountain Protecting Grand Array … Otherwise, who wouldn't know that there's someone on the mountain with you causing trouble every day?

Sigh, isn't it just … opening up a medicinal field?

Is it worth … such a big commotion??? "

Xiao Yuehong turned over, letting the sun shine on him more fully. Just as he was about to close his eyes, they suddenly flashed again. He looked to the east and said curiously, "Strange … How come it's not night yet? How come the three of them are already back?"

The "child" Xiao Yuehong spoke of was Shang Huaming, a boy who was responsible for planting medicinal herbs, refining pills, and all the miscellaneous tasks of the sect. This boy was about eighteen years old, and his name was Xiao Hua.

Xiao Yuehong picked up Xiao Hua outside Yellow Flower Ridge three years ago. At that time, he was unconscious and seemed to be on the verge of death. Xiao Yuehong examined him for a long time, but he couldn't find where he was injured. There was an extremely deep scar on his left palm, and his body was smooth … like silk!

Moreover, Xiao Yuehong didn't know if he was suffering from some serious illness.

Since he couldn't like him, he could only bring him to Yellow Flower Ridge.

The strange thing was that Xiao Yuehong didn't do anything. After a day and a night, Xiao Hua woke up on his own. However, after waking up, Xiao Hua forgot who he was, where he came from, where he was going … etc. He completely forgot everything that he should know!

Xiao Yuehong originally wanted to send Xiao Hua down the mountain, but seeing that Xiao Hua was very strong and also knew some farm work, and that Shang Huaming still lacked a disciple to do odd jobs, Xiao Yuehong kept him. Because Xiao Hua didn't know his name, Xiao Yuehong gave him the name Xiao Hua.

Xiao Hua had been with Shang Huaming for three years. At first, Xiao Yuehong was still wary and secretly paid attention to him, afraid that he was a spy sent by other sects. However, after half a year of observation, there were no clues at all. Xiao Yuehong was originally lazy, so he didn't investigate further.

Half a year later, Xiao Yuehong began to let Xiao Hua do odd jobs while he began to take over the matters of the medicine garden and the alchemy room. These things all required spiritual power, so Xiao Yuehong began to consider accepting Xiao Hua as his disciple!

However … Xiao Hua's aptitude … Xiao Yuehong didn't know if it was poor or … outstanding …

Xiao Hua had only been taught the first layer of Shang Huaming's secret cultivation method by Xiao Yuehong for the first time, and his meridians and lower dantian had the first strand of true qi. At that time, Xiao Yuehong was pleasantly surprised, thinking that he had picked up a treasure for no reason. He almost went to Shang Huaming's ancestral hall to worship the ancestors and kowtowed to thank them for being above the ninth heaven.

However, there was a rule in the cultivation world of the Xiaoyu Continent. The third layer of Qi Refining was the dividing line. Before the third layer of Qi Refining, one was an apprentice disciple of the sect. Only after passing the third layer of Qi Refining could one be officially accepted into the sect and be counted as an official disciple of the sect!

Therefore, Xiao Yuehong restrained the ecstasy in his heart and increased the effort of cultivating Xiao Hua. He wanted to raise Xiao Hua's cultivation to the third layer of Qi Refining as soon as possible and bring him to the ancestral hall to worship and officially accept him as Shang Huaming's disciple.

However … the development of the situation later exceeded Xiao Yuehong's expectations. Xiao Hua … his cultivation had actually remained at the first layer of Qi Refining. No matter what spirit pills he took, no matter what secret cultivation method Xiao Yuehong used, Xiao Hua's magic power constantly increased, but … Shang Huaming's cultivation method … just didn't increase!!!

Xiao Yuehong worked hard for another year. The amount of energy and pills he spent on Xiao Hua was almost the same as the other disciples, but he still didn't see any results. Only then … did he have no choice but to stop.

After all, the same amount of energy was enough to let the other disciples … En, that is, the three of them in Xiao Yuehong's words, advance to the tenth layer of Qi Refining!

Therefore, Xiao Hua … could only be regarded as Shang Huaming's … half a disciple!!!

If this "half a disciple" came from other sects, wouldn't he have long been reduced to a handyman, or directly crippled of his cultivation and driven out of the sect?

However, Xiao Hua was personally picked up by Xiao Yuehong. Although he was a bit older, his name was also given by Xiao Yuehong. Furthermore, Xiao Yuehong was the one who taught Xiao Hua from knowing nothing to the first level of Qi Refining. Xiao Yuehong couldn't bear to banish Xiao Hua. Although he didn't receive the treatment of an official disciple, he didn't treat him unfairly in the slightest!

En, needless to say, Xiao Hua was very diligent. The medicine garden, the pill room, and the sect's chores were all taken care of by him. He did more than ten people combined!

The three disciples Xiao Yuehong spoke of were the eldest disciple Gong Mingwei, the second disciple Zhang Qingxiao, and Xiao Yuehong's daughter Xiao Xianrui. Today was the day when the various cultivation sects in the Country of Xi changed their markets. Xiao Yuehong was too lazy to go himself, so he sent his three disciples to carry Yellow Flower Ridge's unique spirit herbs and Shang Huaming's own medicinal pills to trade with other sects in exchange for medicinal pills, spirit stones, and other items used by cultivators for cultivation!

Gong Mingwei and the others rarely went down the mountain. The changing market was a rare opportunity, and it was also a good opportunity to meet other cultivators. In the past, when they went out, they would only come back at night. Now that they returned so early, it was no wonder that Xiao Yuehong found it strange!

Far away from Yellow Flower Ridge, outside the white fog that never dissipated, three streaks of light landed on the ground. Two men and a woman flashed out. On the left were two men, one tall and one short, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. They supported each other. The tall man wore a navy blue Daoist robe. His face was pale and thin, and his eyes were bright and thick eyebrows made him look extremely energetic. However, at this moment, there were dark circles under his eyes. There was a slanted scar on his left cheek, and the corner of his mouth was also broken. Looking at his body, his navy blue Daoist robe had a large cut at the waist by a sharp weapon, revealing his white inner robe. There were also dark red bloodstains on the inner robe, indicating that he had suffered external injuries. This man was Shang Huaming's eldest disciple, Gong Mingwei.

The slightly shorter man had a round face and a slightly plump body. He had small eyes on his face, faint eyebrows, and a few small dots scattered on his right cheek. Needless to say, this person was Shang Huaming's second disciple, Zhang Qingxiao.

At this moment, he looked even more miserable than Gong Mingwei, who was supporting him.

Zhang Qingxiao's hair bun had been shaved off, and his hair was loose and messy, covering his face. His lips were swollen, and there were some dried blood stains on his nose. His arms and legs were stained with blood. What's more, his left leg was slightly raised, and when Gong Mingwei occasionally touched it, a pained expression appeared on his face. When he fell from the sky and landed on the ground, his body tilted and he almost couldn't stand …

The woman on the right was Xiao Yuehong's beloved daughter, Xiao Xianrui. She was also about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with almond-shaped eyes, willow-shaped eyebrows, and a tall nose. She was quite pretty, and although there was some dust on her body, there were no bloodstains or injuries.

However, at this moment, Xiao Xianrui's face was deathly pale, and there was anger and unyielding in her eyes. Her teeth were tightly clenched on her lips, and it seemed that she hadn't calmed down yet … Seeing that the short and fat Zhang Qingxiao couldn't stand steadily, the woman quickly supported him and whispered, "Second Senior Brother, are you … okay?"

When Zhang Qingxiao heard this, a sweet smile appeared on his face, and he said, "I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just a superficial wound!"

When Gong Mingwei heard this, he snorted coldly. The smile on Zhang Qingxiao's face immediately disappeared, and he revealed a pitiful look. Gong Mingwei said, "What do you mean by fine? You were bleeding the whole way. If you hadn't exchanged the 'Wu Xuan Pill' for something useless, your external wound would have been healed long ago!"

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