The sky was filled with snow, and the north wind was howling.
There was a lonely wooden house between the mountains in the northeast of Liaoning. The snow in front of the wooden house was knee-deep, and the eaves were covered with icicles. However, the chimney on the roof was smoking, and it was slightly warm.
Not far from the wooden house, two people were walking in the snow. The person in front was of medium build, with a thin and gray face, and his fingers were shriveled into claws. The person in the back was tall and strong, but his head and face were covered by a randomly cut linen clothes. Both of them wore bamboo hats to cover their faces. They were unwilling to reveal their appearances so easily.
Walking to the front of the wooden house, the person in front went up and knocked on the door.
The wooden door opened silently, and when they walked in, they found that the space inside was not small. There were more than a dozen greasy black square wooden tables in the hall, and more than a dozen weirdos in different clothes were sitting around the tables. They were either chatting or discussing, each holding a wine cup, chopsticks, and spoons, making a lot of noise. Seeing the wooden door open, they all turned their heads to look.
The two newcomers glanced at the wooden house, and went straight to the counter in the house, asking, "Manager, do you have a clean single room? I want to stay for a few days."
Behind the counter was a burly man, who should be the owner of the wooden house. His hands were greasy, and he was cutting meat. Hearing the question, he sneered, "How can there be a single room in this damn season? The stables in the backyard are still empty. It's quiet there, but the wind is a little strong. But you, Brother Jia, are a ghost cultivator, so you don't care about the wind. "
The person who wanted a single room was Jia Gang. He was familiar with the owner, so he didn't care about his mockery, and nodded slightly in agreement. But the owner looked at him a few more times, and then glanced at the person behind him, saying in a low voice, "Brother Jia, your cultivation has improved, and the person behind you doesn't look bad either. What kind of luck did he have? Tell us about it so that we can study it. "
Hearing this, Jia Gang sneered, and his voice was like the rustling of a whetstone, but he asked, "I haven't been out for a while. Is there any exciting news recently?"
"If you want to talk about the most exciting thing in the Northern Lands right now, it's naturally the establishment of Jianzhou's Lord Nurhachi. The founding ceremony is today, and they're announcing to everyone that they're going to be the ruler of the Female True Nation. "The one who spoke wasn't the owner of the wooden house, but a customer sitting in the shop.
As soon as he said this, a commotion broke out in the wooden hut again.
Someone sneered and said, "A group of barbarians dares to establish a country? They're simply monkeys in disguise. How laughable."
Another person refuted, "Barbarians? Do you know how many people have gone to seek refuge with this barbarian? Our Daming Imperial Court's dignified East Faction Guards experts have all gone there. Not only did he seek refuge with them, he even set up a talent recruitment center and went to the Central Plains to recruit quite a number of people. Everyone here wants to join us but can't, right? "
"Right now, the imperial court is muddle-headed. The nobles only know how to fight among themselves. Huang's subjects and subordinates have already established their countries, so they might just pretend to be deaf and mute, not taking this matter seriously. "Someone grabbed a wine cup out of anger and drained it in one gulp, drawing waves of long sighs from within the wooden house.
Jia Gang was indifferent to these discussions. He came to this wooden house just to take a break and inquire about some news. He also wanted to make some trades to exchange for some useful cultivation materials.
Liaodong was a bitter and cold place, and life was difficult. The barbarians were savage, and demonic beasts ran amok. Merchants were extinct, and ordinary people would never come here. But it was also because of this that there were all kinds of rare treasures, strange flowers, strange trees, spirit beasts, and rare birds hidden in the vast mountains. There were many more treasures here than in the densely populated Central Plains — as long as there were enough benefits, a mere snowstorm couldn't stop cultivators who wanted to get rich.
The people in the wooden house talked about Nurhachi for a while. Someone asked Jia Gang, "Brother Jia, who's the person behind you?"
"Brother Jia isn't a human, so how could the person beside him be a human?" Another person laughed and exposed Jia Gang's background. Even among the cultivators, ghost cultivators were famous for keeping people away and being mysterious. This question made people even more curious. Who was the person behind Jia Gang?
The "person" behind him was a trump card of Jia Gang, so he naturally didn't want to easily reveal his identity. However, he didn't cause trouble, but someone else did. Several cultivators who thought their strength was not bad saw Jia Gang, this ghost cultivator, and jumped out to ask about it.
Now that the snow had sealed the mountain, the cultivators in the wooden house were bored, so they started to make noise when they saw people fighting. But when they really started to fight, they found that behind Jia Gang was a person with copper skin and iron bones, a strong body, and unreasonable fighting style. Ghost cultivators had always lacked the ability to fight head-on, but this strange person was obviously different.
"Copper corpse?" After a few moves, the dispute naturally subsided. In the fight, the strange person controlled by Jia Gang fell off his headscarf, revealing half of his face with a metallic luster, and it immediately caused exclamations.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This isn't even an iron corpse." The owner of the wooden house had the highest cultivation level, so he didn't mind having a fight with his customer. But this' strange person 'who could fight still surprised him. "Isn't this the division leader of Ehekulun, Uța?"
Zhou Qingfeng obtained Uța's soul and refined it into a statue of a hero. After obtaining Uța's corpse, Jia Gang buried it in a place with dense Yin energy and refined it for forty-nine days. Finally, he made some progress. After two good months, he came out from his hiding place. Unexpectedly, today was the first time he came into contact with an outsider, and his trump card was exposed.
Hearing the name 'Uța', everyone in the wooden house stared at Jia Gang. The surprise on their faces was even greater than when they talked about the establishment of Jianzhou. After all, the establishment of a nation was something that the imperial court would pay attention to. Instead, they were more concerned about another major event that had happened two months ago — the extermination of the Ehekulun tribe.
The Ehekulun tribe had more than ten thousand people, and the division leader, Uța, was not a weakling. However, the extermination of the tribe and the division leader being refined into a corpse general must have many secrets behind it. Perhaps there were some treasures that could be obtained.
Seeing everyone staring at him, Jia Gang knew that things were not going well. However, the owner of the wooden house said in a deep voice, "Brother Jia, don't be anxious. These fellow Daoists have no ill intentions, and we won't get your information for free." Then, the owner shouted at the people in the wooden house, "Those who want to hear the news, come up and join in. I bet that what Brother Jia says is definitely worth the money. "
In ancient times, the flow of information was slow. Even news that was delayed by one or two months was precious. Having enough information was equivalent to having enough priority. The cultivators in the wooden house were willing to spend money to know more. They opened their pockets and took out silver taels, waiting to hear the story.
The owner of the wooden house even took out a small bottle and said to Jia Gang, "Brother Jia, I have a drop of Hundred Flavour Dew here. I'll exchange it for the most secretive part of your information. What do you think?"
"Hundred Flavour Dew?" Jia Gang could not help but be moved. This spirit medicine was very good for calming one's mind, and it was priceless. "I really didn't expect this little shop of yours to have this thing."
The owner smiled. "This is also thanks to the establishment of Jianzhou. That traitor of the Daming, Gu Yuanwei, actually managed to recruit an alchemist for the Nurhachi. Now, the desolate borders of the Northern Lands can also produce some alchemy pills. This drop of Hundred Flavour Dew in exchange for your information. What do you think? "
Jia Gang took the porcelain bottle, pulled out the cork, and smelled it. Then, he casually poured the drop of Hundred Flavour Dew into his mouth. For a moment, black gas emitted from his body before condensing and shrinking. He laughed a few times, but his voice was much more pleasant to the ears than before.
"To tell you the truth, the person behind me is indeed Uța, the chief of the Erhekulun." After confirming that the spirit medicine was effective, Jia Gang no longer resisted. As soon as he spoke, he confirmed the owner's judgment. Everyone in the wooden house had a solemn expression. "Two months ago, I was recruited by Gu Yuanwei's disciple, Yang Jian. I'm going to the Erhekulun to kill their other disciple, Zhou Qingfeng, who betrayed them."
"Ah … Is that the kid who once caused a ruckus in the Fushun Horse Market?" Someone interrupted and asked. Master Zhou's reputation was much better than he had imagined.
"That's right." Jia Gang nodded and continued, "Yang Jian brought more than ten people to the Erhekulun. In the end, they bumped into Zhou Qingfeng on the night of their arrival. After a fierce battle, Yang Jian was defeated and fled. "
The owner of the wooden house found it unbelievable and quickly asked, "I heard that Yang Jian's cultivation is not low, and Zhou Qingfeng is still young. Were there any other experts helping them at that time?"
"No." Jia Gang smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Zhou Qingfeng only had about a hundred slaves with him. As soon as the two of them fought, twenty to thirty of his slaves were killed. I also have a grudge against Zhou Qingfeng, and I wanted to kill him. His cultivation was only at Level One at that time, so no one thought that he could turn the tables. "
And then?
Everyone saw that Jia Gang's current cultivation was at Level Three Vitality, while Yang Jian's was at Level Four. Just these two alone were enough to easily kill Zhou Qingfeng.
The owner asked, "That Zhou Qingfeng is just a kid who hasn't even matured yet. Did he hide some special technique?"
"That's right." Jia Gang nodded again with certainty. "Soul Spell, Path of Military Formation. That kid set up a ten-man formation and used a group of panicked slaves to resist Yang Jian's attack. He even almost counterattacked. "
Ah … Path of Military Formation?!
These people were even more shocked. The owner said in confusion, "Soul Spell Spells are already difficult, and Path of Military Formation can only be used in battles. This type of spell has always been difficult to understand. How did Zhou Qingfeng learn it? "
"Jianzhou's Grand Beilei Chu Ying taught him." Jia Gang smiled bitterly.
There was no one in the Northern Lands who didn't know about the Jianzhou Tribe. If they knew about the Jianzhou Tribe, there was no way they wouldn't know about Chu Ying, the former number one expert of the Jurchen race. Ordinary cultivators in the first layer to the fifth layer were considered mediocre, and only those in the sixth or seventh layer were considered decent. Level Nine's strength was many times stronger than Level Eight's. Only then would they be considered strong.
Chu Ying had even surpassed Level Nine. Not only was he proficient in the path of Muscles and Bones, but he was also proficient in Blood Qi and Soul Spell. To the cultivators in the wooden house, he was an unimaginably powerful existence that was far beyond their reach.
Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng's Military Formation Sorcery was actually taught by Chu Ying, everyone in the wooden hut felt that it was no wonder. They all felt that it was understandable that the kid could defeat a stronger opponent despite being the weaker one.
"Oh right, how is Chu Ying now?" Jia Gang asked. After he separated from Zhou Qingfeng, he was busy refining Uța's corpse. He didn't know anything about the outside world.
The owner immediately sighed. "We only know that Chu Ying betrayed Hetuala and fought a big battle with Jianzhou in Ehekulun. However, as for Chu Ying's whereabouts, there was a lot of news and no one knew. However, Chu Ying's defeat is certain because we haven't heard any news about him in the past two months. He might be dead, or he might have escaped. Brother Jia, continue talking about Zhou Qingfeng. "
"Sigh, Yang Jian's sneak attack failed, and I was injured and captured. In order to survive, I had to hand over a part of my soul and a part of my physical body, and temporarily became Zhou Qingfeng's subordinate. " Jia Gang talked about his experience in Ehekulun, and also talked about Zhou Qingfeng's various efforts to escape from Ehekulun.
Knowing that Zhou Qingfeng could live like a fish in water despite being surrounded by many experts, the people in the wooden house couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Especially when they learned that Zhou Qingfeng had dug out the treasure cave of Ehekulun's chief, Uța, they were both happy and envious. They all asked Jia Gang what he had gained.
Jia Gang had gained quite a lot of things. They were all blood, poison, souls, and the like, which were good for concocting potions. He was also happy to trade some things that he didn't need with others. The atmosphere in the wooden house became even more lively. In the end, the owner approached Jia Gang and asked in a low voice, "Is there any special news about the changes in Ehekulun?"
The owner had just given him an expensive drop of Hundred Flavor Dew, so he naturally wanted to hear something different.
Jia Gang pondered for a few seconds and said through voice transmission, "Ice Phoenix has been born."
"What?" The owner's eyes widened in shock.
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