Offering Salted Fish To Master

Among the thousands of elite disciples on the field, everyone was a child of a big family in Gengchen Xianfu. They had better aptitude and more resources than ordinary people from the beginning of life. The outside figures weren’t able to climb up to the top of the small school. They could cut countless lives with a single wave of their hands. However, in front of the Dao lord Cizang, they had become ants, as if their identities had been exchanged.

Sima Jiao just sat on the jade steps looking like a slightly gloomy young man. But after countless blood lessons, no one dared not to take him seriously. The more capable, scheming the big shot people, the less they dare to offend him openly. Since they knew more secrets than ordinary disciples, they were more afraid of Sima Jiao.

The two disciples on the stage who had been fighting constrainedly, heard Sima Jiao’s words, and thought about it. They knew that this Dao lord Cizang killed people at will. He didn’t care about the palaces and their great powers. He didn’t care about these factions and was just a powerful lunatic. If he said he wanted to kill them, he really would.

One of the disciples’ eyes changed. He looked at the disciple opposite, and already made a murderous move. Even if the elders in the family came, it would be impossible for them to stop the killing. An elder in his family was killed on the Three Saints mountain before. Wasn’t the Dao lord Cizang still standing there? 

This change of his trick was also noticed by the disciple opposite him. Although the two sides had a bit of face, it couldn’t compare to their own lives. All of a sudden, the two fought seriously, with frequent killing moves. The two of them had good cultivation skills, and had obviously been well-trained. They were fighting each other. The scene was so wonderful that all the disciples onlookers couldn’t help but take a closer look. But Sima Jiao, the initiator of this battle, sat down with an indifferent appearance. He chose the next person from the crowd.

Liao Tingyan sat next to him, and the big black snake surrounded them. Neither of them had any interest in this fight. Liao Tingyan had never liked watching martial arts movies, let alone watching people dying. The sun was slightly warmer. She copied Sima Jiao’s manner and leaned back on the cold scales of the big black snake. As she felt a lot more comfortable, she turned her head, looked at the cranes flying on the mountain in the distance, and counted those flying cranes to pass the time.

When the head and others arrived at the Lingyan Mountain Platform, the winner was just decided, one was seriously injured and the other died.

Not only the head came, but also the palace owners of the other eight palaces, as well as all well-informed members of the big and small families.These big guys, who usually never come out easily, rushed over together because they were afraid that Sima Jiao would go crazy and smash all the elite seedlings.

“Dao Lord Cizang,” everyone saluted Sima Jiao. Many palace masters didn’t have the joy or anger on their faces. Only some whose outstanding disciples died felt distressed. They showed a bit of resentment, but they didn’t dare to be too obvious .

The head had always had a good attitude. He stepped forward and said, “Shizu, why are you interested in watching the competition of these young disciples?”

Sima Jiao leaned on his black snake, looked at this group of well-dressed immortal people, and said, “I was so bored. I just watched one game just now. Let’s carry on. Choose two more. It’s still a fight to death.”

The head had patience, but some people didn’t have such patience anymore. With more children from their family, it was inevitable that there would be some who were loved the most. How could they be willing to let their people die easily? There was a palace leader who persuaded, “Dao Lord Cizang, it’s just a competition. So it’s better to change the life and death fight rule…”

Sima Jiao said, “But I just want to see people die.”

He looked at everyone’s faces one by one, and suddenly said, “I heard that many years ago, the disciples in the Xianfu often fought to death and improved themselves. Therefore, talented people came out in large numbers at that time. The mansion is already in decline.”

When he said this, his tone changed, “From the disciples present today, if one person could win 20 death fights, he will get a petal of Fengshan blood congeal flower.”

Liao Tingyan knew that with this flower’s one petal, they could get the cultivation base of thousands of years, but she still didn’t know that the magic of this flower was that no matter what the aptitude, the cultivation base was directly increased, and the worse the aptitude, the better the effect. Such as if someone at the Qi refining period took it, their cultivation base could even rush directly to the Nascent Infant. The two difficulties of building foundation and pill formation could be ignored, and if the cultivation base was advanced, this thousand-year cultivation base may directly let people pass the bottleneck. And there was absolutely no sequelae. With this flower, there would be a thousand years of cultivation base. Once one passed this level and reached the next level, it was equal to getting one more life.

As soon as Sima Jiao said this, even the masters and many of the disciples underneath quietened. Everyone’s expression was clear in Sima Jiao’s eyes. His overly keen perception made him seem to be standing in an greedy ocean at this moment. He almost suffocated.

Liao Tingyan was a vase* on the side, and was suddenly pulled by Sima Jiao. She glanced at his frowning eyebrows and irritable expression. Even if he was buried on her back and sniffed, she didn’t dare to move.

Do you inhale cats*? Liao Tingyan thought to herself. 

Sima Jiao slowed down, and when he spoke again, his voice was already gloomy, “Go ahead.”

No one stopped this time, and some disciples took the initiative to stand up. In twenty death fights, twenty people would get killed. This wasn’t difficult. After all, when they were together, it was inevitable that they would be strong but not so strong. The difficult thing was the entanglement of the families and forces behind those people. Who should be killed to minimize the trouble was the thing that everyone considered. 　　

They couldn’t offend people for no reason, but they had their interest. This couldn’t be denied. Not many people couldn’t waver and stand firm. Upto then, the development of things wasn’t forced by Sima Jiao, but the choice of a group of profit-seeking people. In his view, no one could give up. If they could give up on fighting, it was just because the benefits weren’t enough to move people’s hearts.

On that day, there were hundreds of disciples who died. Sima Jiao watched them fight together indifferently, and didn’t return to Baili Mountain until the sunset. Liao Tingyan followed him, looked at his slender back and dark hair, and asked, “Shizu, will you go out tomorrow?”

“Why, don’t you want to go out?” Sima Jiao asked lightly.

Liao Tingyan said, “If I have to go out tomorrow, I will prepare umbrellas and cushions.” 

After a day’s exposure, if it weren’t for her natural beauty, her skin would have immediately become darker. She sat on the steps for a day, her ass wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Sima Jiao paused, turned to look at her, and laughed wildly.

Here it came again, the boss went crazy.