[1-200] MY SWORD INTENT CAN BE INFINITELY IMPROVED

Chapter 41: You Are Worthy of Being Called An Immortal?

Baiyan Village, in Zhao Shi’s house.

Under Ding Jiayu’s guidance, Zhao Shi’s obsession with immortal cultivation had already fallen into a state of delusion.

In front of him, his son Zhao Gaosheng was bound, with a piece of cloth tightly stuffed in his mouth, and he could only whimper.

In Zhao Shi’s entire family, only Zhao Gaosheng was accompanying him. He had a son at an old age, and his wife died during childbirth.

Zhao Shi’s eyes no longer had the affection for his son that he had in the past. Upon closer inspection, there was only hysterical madness.

“Gaosheng… I have raised you for so long, it’s time for you to show filial piety to me…”

“Don’t worry. After stepping on the path of immortality, we will still be together, father and son.”

Zhao Gaosheng’s entire body trembled in fear. He had never seen his father like this. In the past, his father was his god, but now… not only did the sky collapse, but it also wanted to crush him to death.

Even though he was tied to the pillar, the immense fear made him tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to struggle. He wanted his father to stop.

However, he could not move at all.

Only his head could move, and he shook it frantically, begging his father to stop.

He did not know what his father was planning to do. Facing his father now, he felt extremely afraid.

Zhao Shi did not have any intention of stopping at all.

“Ascendant, come. I’m ready.” Zhao Shi’s eyes were filled with madness as he looked at Ding Jiayu with fanaticism.

“Hmm.” Ding Jiayu was very satisfied. “Stand here and don’t move. I will set up the blood formation next.”

Zhao Shi obediently did not move. Then Ding Jiayu began to set up. He took out all kinds of materials with a wave of his hand. Soon, the entire room was filled with ink lines.

The black and red ink lines were drawn around the two of them by Ding Jiayu with a wave of his hand.

A strange aura filled the room.

The two opposing sides struggle madly, while the other calmly waits.

The black aura was spreading at an accelerated speed, and soon, it was getting thicker and thicker as it rushed out of the room.

Regarding this, Ding Jiayu did not care.

In an ordinary village, with only a few martial artists of mediocre skill, even if they discovered it, it would only hasten their process of becoming nourishment.

However…

Su Yang, who was hanging in the air, had been paying attention to Ding Jiayu’s situation. When the strange black gas came out of the house, he knew that something was wrong.

“Swoosh…”

Su Yang quickly fell from the sky and arrived at the top of the house.

He used his sword intent to gently move a tile on top, and the scene inside came into view.

The black and red ink lines covered the entire house with tadpole-like patterns. There were three people in the house. The two of them stood opposite each other. One of them was tied to a pillar against his will.

The Taoist priest kept gesturing at the side. and as he did so, the black gas in the room became thicker and thicker.

What was going on? Su Yang did not know, but it was definitely not a good thing.