Early the next morning, Meng Feibai woke up from the bed, he walked to the window in his pajamas and opened the heavy curtains, so the bright sunlight sprinkled the room.

He pushed open the window, stretched out with satisfaction on his face towards the morning sun, and walked into the bathroom.

In order to prepare for today's performance, he rarely stopped his daily training yesterday and lay down in bed early to sleep a good night's sleep for a long time.

Twenty minutes later, he opened the bathroom door with a bath towel, wiped his hair and returned to the bed, while it was still early, he simply sat cross-legged on the bed and faced the rising sun and began to practice according to a set of breathing methods taught by Lin Mingyue.

After more than a year of contact, Meng Feibai had some understanding of the cultivation methods of the Chang Qiyi faction through Ling Mingyue, and what surprised him was that the so-called ancient martial arts faction, including Gurhan, could not be regarded as orthodox martial artists, if it was really to be compared, it was a bit like the cultivators he had seen in the online article in his previous life.

I don't know if it's because this world lacks some elements necessary for cultivation, resulting in them being able to prolong their lives at most, and there are obvious bottlenecks in terms of strength improvement, so they can't move mountains and reclaim the sea like the cultivators in the novel.

Despite this, the cultivation method of the Gu Wu Sect was not something that Meng Feibai could cultivate, he was almost twenty years old this year, and he had already passed the best age for cultivating Gu Wu.

This was also the reason why the purifiers of the Kyoto Ancient Martial Sect, including Chang Qi, admired Meng Feibai very much, but no one offered to accept him as an apprentice.

Originally, Meng Feibai didn't care much about their so-called cultivation methods, but when Ling Mingyue just woke up a year ago, he passed on the cultivation mantras and mental methods passed down from Chang Qi to Meng Feibai for some reason.

Later, he learned from Gurhan's mouth that Ling Mingyue had heard some gossip and felt that those words would hurt Meng Feibai, so he wanted to try to see if he could help him improve his strength, so he secretly passed on his mental methods and mantras to Meng Feibai.

And this was also the thing that really made Meng Feibai change his opinion of Ling Mingyue.

Later, Meng Feibai found that he really had no way to cultivate Gu Martial Arts, but the gratitude in his heart to Ling Mingyue still did not weaken by half a point.

It wasn't until a month ago when he defeated Gurhan and his strength had risen to level six, one day on a whim, he sat cross-legged and breathed according to Ling Mingyue's teachings again, and he was shocked to find that he could actually sense qi that he couldn't feel before.

He was pleasantly surprised by this discovery, but he did not tell anyone the news, but practiced secretly every day.

After a month of practice, he made a new discovery.

The reason why he was able to successfully practice Gu Wu was due to the continuous improvement of his mental power, and the internal force formed by cultivating Gu Wu once again fed back to him, allowing him to unlock the mental power in his body faster, and what surprised Meng Feibai even more was that he found that the mental power and internal force in his body could be cultivated simultaneously.

This experience of doubling the happiness of hard work once again accelerated the improvement of Meng Feibai's strength, and in just one month, he felt that his current self was much stronger than a month ago, and he even faintly felt that he should be about to step into the realm of the sixth level.

"Whew..."

Meng Feibai opened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of turbidity, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes.

"Blue Star, it won't be long before I can go to you..."

He raised his right hand and clenched it slowly, looked into the distance, and whispered leisurely.

......

Shudu Jishi Association.

Inside a dark and damp underground execution ground.

Blue Star, whose whole body was shrouded in robes, was condensing the essence of flesh and blood according to President Jia's teachings, and suddenly, he raised his head and looked to the east with a feeling in his heart.

"I feel a familiar smell."

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and with a slight wave of his right hand, a drop of crystal clear blood left his fingertips and landed in a pool of blood not far away.

Looking at the blood pool, which had been filled with most of it, Lan Xing nodded with satisfaction, and then he felt a flower in front of him, and hurriedly reached out to support the stone pillar by the blood pool, his face trembling slightly.

During this time, except for completing the tasks assigned to him by President Jia, he spent the rest of his time in this secret room, devouring the heretics and traitors sent by the law enforcement team of the Jishi Society day and night, and then condensing the essence of flesh and blood through his own body.

In order to be able to resurrect Duoduo as soon as possible, his strength has not only not increased in the slightest after eating so many people during this time, but has caused a great burden on his body.

"Ho, ho, ho..."

After a while, Lan Xing, who had gradually recovered from his senses, straightened his chest again, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at the pool of blood.

"Duoduo, don't be afraid, soon you will be able to return to your brother's side..."

He slowly raised his right hand, and the blood in the blood pool exuding a strong smell of blood slowly boiled, and after a while, a head composed of blood appeared in the air, it opened its mouth, and the hiss of countless resentful spirits came, Lan Xing frowned slightly, so those terrible screams gradually disappeared, and finally turned into an immature child's voice.

"Brother... Brother..."

Lan Xing's eyes gradually became rosy, he sniffed, reluctantly glanced at "Duoduo", and waved his hand gently, so the blood that condensed into Duoduo's skull turned into a pool of blood again and merged into the blood pool.

Shura opened his eyes from the darkness, and there was still darkness in front of him.

Imprisoned here, he could not feel the passage of time, and the oppressive darkness and silence of the maddening environment were constantly destroying his heart.

The only thing that gave him comfort was that he could clearly feel that his body was slowly recovering.

When I regain my strength... You're all going to die...

He tugged at the alloy chains that bound his arms, his eyes reddening, and he roared wildly.

Suddenly, he heard a sound of light and heavy footsteps, and then, with a crisp sound of unlocking, he finally felt a glimmer of light.

Although it was only a candle from Lan Xing's hand, it still moved Shura to tears.

"Put... Let me out, beg... You..."

He stared at Blue Star, who was covered in robes, with longing eyes, and pleaded hoarsely.

Lan Xing put aside the candlestick in his hand and examined Shura's body with a cold gaze.

After a while, he got up again, and there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Your body has basically recovered, and now, it's time for you to fulfill your agreement, how are you going to get the other three to come here?"

Hearing this, Shura twisted his body excitedly, pulling the chains and making a rattling sound.

"As long as you let me go, no, even if you continue to tie me up, as long as you let me leave this hellish place, I'll send a contact signal to the other three right away."

Lan Xing glanced at Shura with disdain, and after snorting coldly, he took out a laptop from his arms and came out.

"This computer can be connected to any dark web, you say, I'll do it, and when this is over, you can get the freedom you want."

Shura was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and after seeing the serious look on Lan Xing's face, he forcibly held back the hatred and violence in his heart, nodded and said softly:

"Okay."