You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 936: An unexpected hair removal?!

Sun Ming'en raised the rice bag in his hand, his expression bitter. This amount of rice wasn't enough for the refugees, let alone his caravan. Ten grains of rice per person? Better than nothing?

It seems that the immortals are not rich either~ After complaining, Sun Ming'en did not blame Changqing for being stingy, but took out the last few dozen dry biscuits in the team, thinking of soaking them in the porridge to make up the number.

After saying that, he asked someone to fetch water, while the rest of the people started to set up a stove using the bonfires.

Inside the temple, the young man excitedly stepped into the dilapidated temple and came to a pile of dry grass beside the door. He began to pick at the dry grass, shouting, "Simei, look what I got! We have food now!"

There were also many women and children in the dilapidated temple. When they heard that there was food, their eyes lit up. But when they saw the figure quietly appearing behind the young man, they were horrified and crowded behind the statue.

After digging through the dry grass, a little girl about six or seven years old soon appeared. It was just the first time she saw the other person, and her long green eyebrows were furrowed.

No matter how the boy called out, the girl did not answer. The only sound in the temple was the boy's increasingly tense calls, which seemed unbelievable. The tone of the calls gradually changed, becoming hoarse, urgent, and shaking wildly.

Tears dripped down, blurring the boy's vision. He reached out and touched the gray face. It was extremely cold, like a lump of ice that broke the boy's heart.

"Miss my sister!!" the young man yelled, frantically picking up the cold, petite body. His heart was filled with sorrow. His parents were gone, his grandmother was missing, and now even his sister, who depended on him for everything, was gone...

As he cried, his sister suddenly became very light and floated upwards. He opened his eyes and saw the young man in black pulling his sister's hand and lifting her up. He thought he was coming to take his sister away!

His eyes turned and the aura on his body suddenly became fierce. This little guy, who was only as tall as Changqing's waist, had ferocity in his eyes and bit Changqing's thigh.

"Let go of my sister!" The boy rushed over. Chang Qing held the girl on his shoulder with one hand and hit the boy's neck with his backhand. The boy couldn't stop feeling dizzy and his eyes rolled up.

He laid the boy down on some dry grass and murmured, "You're too excited. It's easy to wear out your spirit. You should get some sleep."

He spread his coat on the ground and placed the cold little girl on the ground. He carefully took her pulse and soon Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. Her pulse was very weak, her meridians were blocked, her heart was blocked, and her life was in danger.

"You're so lucky, little guy!"

A thin little girl appeared in front of Changqing, asking questions curiously, but every time he looked down, he saw the beating heart missing from the terrifying deep hole in her chest. That was the most powerless moment in his life. He believed himself to be proficient in medicine and could bring people back to life, but he was powerless just looking at the small body in his memory.

Every time he woke up from a dream, it felt like a nightmare haunting him, causing the malice in his heart to rapidly expand. Now this little girl Chang Qing saved him!

Several spirit crystals shattered instantly, and a vast amount of spiritual energy dissipated, only to be quickly surrounded by blood energy. The blood energy continuously refined this terrifying spiritual energy, and an intense burning sensation swept through the palm of his hand. He picked out a strand of refined spiritual energy and started from the heart, gradually breaking through the hundreds of blocked acupoints, clearing the blocked meridians, and stimulating the five internal organs...

Time passed quietly, a pungent odor appeared, and black impurities like streams flowed from the girl's seven orifices and pores.

Changqing understood that the little girl must have eaten spiritual objects such as the celery that blocks the body's blood circulation and the fake death grass. He couldn't help but sigh at the fate that was playing tricks on him. If he met an ordinary person, he would probably think she was dead after seeing such a situation.

This was the first time that Changqing used his Qi and blood so delicately. Compared to the wild and violent surges during battle, what he did now was as delicate as a scalpel. Even so, his Qi and blood were being consumed at a terrifying rate.

Gradually, the black impurities wrapped around the little girl, eventually forming a huge black cocoon. Chang Qing placed her next to the young man with trembling hands, and collapsed on the dusty ground in a hapless manner, gasping for breath, his clothes clinging to his back, soaked with sweat.

Cleansing the hair and removing the marrow! He actually managed to do it with just his blood and a few spirit crystals, yet the vast amount of blood and energy in his body was completely consumed. In this world, who would expend their entire strength to cleanse the hair and remove the marrow of a mortal? No one, only him. If others knew, they would probably call him a fool!

His blood and energy were completely depleted, and his physical strength was exhausted. Changqing understood why Bingzun wanted to take his anger out on him. It was a huge expense to cleanse the hair and marrow of a mortal, let alone a cultivator. Bingzun was pleased with him by not killing him.

After becoming a mortal, you should go and express your gratitude in person.

He stood up tremblingly, picked up his coat stained with black dirt, and shook it gently. The dust fell off, and he looked very neat again. He looked at the women and children hiding behind the statue and said with a trembling voice, "I've made porridge outside. Let's go out and have some later..."

Looking at the hundred-meter distance from the carriage, Chang Qing wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Such a short distance was like an insurmountable chasm for him now. His calves were trembling at this moment.

Looking at the busy scene of the caravan, a fragrance rushed into his nose. Just one sniff was like a delicacy, floating like a fairy. He couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, and felt a little more energetic. He forced himself to get on the carriage and began to look at the current situation.

In the distant forest, the extremely fragrant rice grains seemed like an irresistible temptation. Many refugees were standing on the edge of the bare bushes, their eyes wide open, breathing deeply, as if they wanted to swallow all the fragrance into their stomachs.

Sun Ming'en came forward, swallowed hard, and breathed deeply, unable to suppress his enthusiasm. "Brother Ji is truly generous! The moment I opened it, I knew this rice was extraordinary. It actually glows in the night. Once it's cooked, it's even more incredible. The fragrance is enough to drive people crazy. I don't think it's a rare treasure that ordinary people like us can get our hands on. No wonder each person can only get ten grains..."

"Brother Sun is not exaggerating. The Central Region is blessed with talented people and auspicious land. There are countless spiritual springs. If we use them to irrigate the rice, it is possible that spiritual rice will be born. With a little cultivation, it is not difficult to produce it. However, when it matures, it will attract the covetousness of various beasts. Without the assistance of spiritual formations, it is impossible to prevent it. Therefore, it is difficult for the common people to obtain it~"

Changqing recalled that the Yuling Sect also started to plant this kind of spiritual rice after the Central Region. It was watered with spiritual springs day and night, and in order to prevent spiritual beasts from stealing it, a formation was specially set up to ensure that there would be no mistakes.

"I see! Then this spiritual rice is hard to obtain."

Chang Qing sat up suddenly. "This smell should attract wild animals. If there are any suitable meat, we can kill some. Porridge alone won't fill my stomach."

Sun Ming'en knew that the matter was urgent, so he discussed it with the two great martial masters.

Half an hour later, the porridge came out of the pot with some shredded meat floating in it. The crowd suddenly became noisy and were quickly arranged by the caravan's martial arts masters. The people in the front line were women, children, the elderly and the young.

"Today you have the care of the immortal master, who has specially given you a bowl of spiritual porridge. Each person is limited to ten grains of spiritual rice. Don't fight over them, everyone can have one." Sun Ming'en was afraid that the ten grains of rice would cause dissatisfaction and fighting among the people, so he took the lead in explaining.