While people were still discussing the new executioner's performance, Yang Chen was feeling the warm current in his body. Old Demon Yi's cultivation technique was not wrong, at least it had not been wrong until now, but he did not know how effective it was.
After returning to his courtyard, Yang Chen took out a five-colored stone from under the millstone. Even if someone saw it, they would not be able to recognize what it was. Only Yang Chen knew that this five-colored stone was originally used by the immortal sects to test their disciples' Acquired Spirit Roots. The Innate Spirit Root was already destined, and the only thing that could change was the Acquired Spirit Root.
He placed his hands on it, and there was almost no change to the five-colored stone. However, if he looked closely, there was a faint red light that was almost undetectable. This also meant that the Acquired Spirit Root had really undergone an extremely slight change. After all, it was too much of a joke to want to change the Spirit Root so much just by killing one person. However, at least it proved that this cultivation technique was indeed effective.
Even with Yang Chen's tens of thousands of years of cultivation experience, he did not notice any damage to the body when the cultivation technique was circulated, nor did he notice any hidden dangers. In other words, there really was no problem with this cultivation technique for the time being. The most amazing thing was that this cultivation technique did not increase Spirit Qi and Dharmic powers, and secondly, it did not refine the Primordial Spirit. Even if one practiced it, he would still be an ordinary person, and would not violate the taboo of the Heavenly Court. He would still have enough opportunities to enter the Immortal Slaying Platform.
From the second half of the year onwards, bandits were everywhere, and there was no end to them. Under the vexed situation, the imperial court directly gave a tough order to all the places to kill any bandits that were caught! Under unprecedented toughness, many bandits were caught almost every day. At first, there were only a few, then it became a dozen, and after a few days, they started to catch people in their forties and fifties.
In the county, other than the old executioner who was sick, there was currently only one executioner, Yang Chen. Every day, Yang Chen was responsible for cutting off dozens of heads. At first, people were still interested in watching the execution, but as time went on, no one had the leisure to do so anymore.
"Every injustice has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. I have no enmity with all of you in the past, and I am only doing my duty, and I am only carrying out orders. Please forgive me!" Every time before the execution, Yang Chen would say something like this. Only by speaking clearly and clearly would he not be tainted by karma. It had only been a few days, but Yang Chen was already very familiar with it.
Kacha. Yang Chen chopped off a head with his saber. Blood gushed out from the headless neck, but Yang Chen was not stained by a single drop. This was the result of his careful training. Over a hundred heads had allowed him to master the technique of not staining a single drop of blood after beheading.
"Hiss!" Yang Chen took a deep breath. It seemed that the life essence contained in the corpse was also absorbed into Yang Chen's body through this long breath. The Cultivation Method that had already been circulated over a hundred times immediately circulated again, quickly bringing this Essence Qi to his limbs and bones, nourishing Yang Chen's body and changing Yang Chen's Spirit Root.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Chen was like a skilled worker on an assembly line. He walked to the front of the second prisoner, beheaded him, took a deep breath, and circulated the Cultivation Method. Then, the third, the fourth …
On that day, there were actually 45 bandits to be beheaded. After Yang Chen beheaded the last one, his body was already full of strength. After carefully sensing the changes in his body, Yang Chen still shook his head slightly. No matter how much he absorbed the life essence of mortals, it seemed to be of little use. Unless he killed tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people, perhaps there would be an obvious effect.
However, although Yang Chen thought it was of no use, it was a completely different matter in the eyes of others. Perhaps because of that Cultivation Method, every time after killing someone, Yang Chen would be wrapped in a thick smell of blood that would not dissipate for a long time. His entire body was overflowing with ferocity, as if he had crawled out of a sea of blood. Not to mention ordinary people, even the soldiers around the execution ground would subconsciously turn their heads to avoid Yang Chen's gaze when they saw him.
Walking on the street, the residents in the city did not even dare to look at Yang Chen, as they were afraid that they would not be able to avoid him. Whenever Yang Chen appeared, there would be a scene where everyone would turn out to see him. This also saved Yang Chen a lot of trouble, as at least no one dared to look at Yang Chen. No matter how much they despised Yang Chen, they did not dare to say anything inappropriate in front of him.
He rested in the morning, beheaded people at noon, and practiced martial arts in the afternoon. After a regular month, Yang Chen had indeed absorbed a lot of life essence from the condemned prisoners. Although he did not achieve his most desired goal, the benefits he obtained from the blood and Qi in his body had already brought his martial arts to a higher realm.
On this day, Yang Chen had finished his execution in the execution ground. On his way home, he saw the sky full of red clouds. Today was very strange. It was just past noon, but there was already a sunset glow. Moreover, the sunset glow covered the entire sky, and the color was also as red as blood.
Seeing this scene, Yang Chen's face finally showed a smile. He had waited for such a long time for this day. The sky full of blood was something that Yang Chen had only learned about when he ascended to the Immortal Realm in his previous life. This day corresponded to the upheaval of the Heavenly Court.
After eating dinner, Yang Chen fell asleep early. Strangely enough, no matter what kind of person they were, they all fell asleep early that night. Even if they were somewhere else and not on the bed, they would still suddenly feel drowsy. They would randomly find a place to rest and enter the dreamland.
"Yang Chen, are you the executioner?" In his sleep, Yang Chen suddenly heard a shout.
"Yes, Sir!" Upon hearing this question, Yang Chen hurriedly got up from his bed and replied to the void. Only then did Yang Chen realize that he was no longer in his original room.
"You dare to execute all prisoners on death row? You can execute all of them? "the voice asked again.
"As long as it is a death row prisoner, I dare to cut it, and I can cut it!" Yang Chen replied proudly without hesitation.
"Follow me!" The owner of the voice didn't appear at all. Instead, a dignified voice was transmitted. "Go to the execution ground and execute the prisoners!" The voice was filled with the domineering aura of a superior, making it impossible for anyone to refuse.
"Yes, Sir!" Yang Chen replied without hesitation. Then, he strode along a path that suddenly appeared in front of him. After a while, he saw a lot of people surrounding the execution ground.
At some point, Yang Chen's attire had been changed into the executioner's attire that he wore on the execution ground. A soldier, whose face couldn't be seen clearly, held a blood-red ghost-head knife in his hands and presented it to Yang Chen. Yang Chen reached out and grabbed it. Out of habit, he straightened the knife and touched the blade with his fingers. Before beheading someone, he had to at least see if the knife was sharp enough.
"Young man, can I have a word with you?" As soon as he tested the sharpness of the blade, his belt was tugged gently by someone. At the same time, a fawning voice was heard.
Yang Chen turned his head and saw a fat man dressed in silk and satin. One of his hands was gently tugging at his belt, while the other hand quietly reached out to Yang Chen's hand. When he opened his fat hand, a gold ingot worth at least 10 taels appeared in his palm.
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