"The Blood-Drying Technique uses the essence and blood of all living things to increase the speed at which one absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.""If I didn't have this technique, how could an old man like me cultivate to the peak of foundation building?" "This technique is suitable for cultivating power. My Huangquan Valley is indeed lacking such a technique that can increase the speed of cultivation by using essence and blood." Yi Jue looked around the cave and confiscated some spirit stones. He ignored the rest and burned them all with the Netherworld Spirit Fire. When he came out again, it was more than a month later. He heard that Patriarch Ji Yin had come out of retreat and had a fierce battle with the elder of Xinggong. Finally, Ji Yin Island calmed down a little and news spread that Patriarch Ji Yin was in retreat, preparing to break through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Yi Jue knew in his heart that this was probably a false news released in order to cultivate the Tiandu Corpse Fire. "It seems that strength is still the most important thing in Chaos Star Sea. When that old man Ji Yin is not strong enough, he will have to lie dormant for a hundred years in front of the Star Palace." "But this old monster Ji Yin was also ruthless enough. He directly killed the island owner of Weixing Island, which directly led to the rise of the island owner Zhan Tai." "I don't know how the island master Zhan Tai got to the top in the original novel. Was it at the Star Picking Conference a few years later?" "However, in this way, this identity can be put to good use." As he said that, Yi Jue took Xiao Mei, who was already at the third level, out, as if nothing had happened, and went straight to the mountain where the island owner was.

"Brother Mao, please spare me." "Fellow Daoist Yang, are you here for Tieshi?" Mao Ya was dressed in a Confucian robe and looked very dignified. There was even a female cultivator beside him, who was also a foundation-building cultivator, and her clothes were also very dignified and elegant. Looking at the two of them, it seemed like it was just a small gathering between ordinary friends, and there was a feeling of gentlemanly friendship. "Not really, Fellow Daoist Mao. To be honest, I haven't congratulated you yet. Your master has ascended to heaven in one step and become the island master of Weixing Island. This is really cause for celebration." "Hahahahahaha, congratulations, it's just a coincidence that the previous island owner was killed by the Ji Yin Patriarch. My master is the patriarch of the Zhan Tai family and is quite loved by the cultivators on the island, so he was able to take on the task in a time of crisis." A feeling of being able to tolerate something. Yes, although the young island master has not been decided, as the island master's disciple, his status and position will naturally be higher. Even Yi Jue, if his predecessor Yang Kai had not been well taken care of by his master, I am afraid he would not be in his master's eyes now. "I would also like to let you know that there was a cultivator on the mountain where I lived last month. He was Old Wu. Do you know him?" Yi Jue took the opportunity to explain the matter of taking over the body. "Of course I know. Although Elder Wu is approaching the end of his life, his cultivation is at the peak of the foundation building stage. Why is Brother Yang a little bit dirty with him?" "It would be better to bear with him for two years, and then he will be safe when he dies." "If Brother Yang has been wronged, I can also seek justice for you. Let him lie in the grave and let his bones dry up. He will not dare to embarrass us." Perhaps Mao Ya had heard too much flattery during this period, so he actually started to take on too much responsibility, which made Yi Jue feel a little amused and helpless. "Brother Mao, don't worry. Last month, I was planning to go overseas to hunt monsters in exchange for cultivation materials. Unexpectedly, I was reminded of the dangers overseas. The monks of Jiyin Island were patrolling outside the island to hunt us." "I was grateful for his information, so I went to his cave to play chess with him at his invitation. Who knew he had such evil ambitions and wanted to take over my body so that I could live a few dozen more years with this young body?" Mao Ya was startled and took two steps back. "Fellow Daoist, did you actually experience the possession of your body by that old monster?" Yi Jue looked at the actions of the person in front of him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Instead, the female cultivator with him spoke in a graceful tone. "This fellow Daoist Yang has a deep and pure aura. I'm sure that old man won't be able to succeed."

Yi Jue turned his head curiously and took a look at the female cultivator. She was wearing a simple palace dress and her face was also simple and clean, looking elegant and graceful. He immediately noticed Mao Ya's scrutinizing gaze, and immediately retracted his gaze and continued. "This Taoist fellow's guess is correct. He is indeed worthy of being Brother Mao's friend. It really proves the saying that dragons do not live with snakes." Mao Ya listened to the flattering words from the honest and simple man who usually kept to himself, but he felt the sincerity in Yi Jue's words and felt relaxed all over. "That old ghost wanted to harm me secretly by using tea as a lure, but I discovered his plan by a magical heart-protecting device I found by chance. I was worried that he might suddenly attack and hurt someone, so I also wanted to see what he was up to." "Who knew he was so crazy and wanted to take over someone else's body?" "Little did I know that I once had a fortuitous encounter. I once obtained a Silver Soul Thorn, which I had nurtured for more than ten years. When I saw his spirit leave his body, I immediately used this treasure to severely injure him." "It took a lot of hard work to escape death and destroy his soul." Mao Ya felt a thrill while listening to Yi Jue's story, and spoke with envy. "Fellow Daoist, this is indeed a good opportunity. You can even get a magical weapon like the Ghost Thorn. You must know that I have been in the Zhantai Chamber of Commerce for decades, and I have only seen the Ghost Thorn trade less than two or three times." "With this Ghost Thorn in hand, Brother Yang will not be in dire straits if he is simply possessed." While Mao Ya was talking about how great Yi Jue was, his words and deeds actually highlighted his own superiority. Yi Jue laughed in his heart, not knowing that this would actually lower his rating in the eyes of women. However, Yi Jue was naturally prepared to gain benefits, so he didn't care about face or anything like that. "You are indeed very knowledgeable. I barely survived a life-threatening situation to obtain this Ghost Thorn. Yet, you have seen it several times. You are indeed worthy of being the disciple of the island master." Mao Ya burst into laughter when he heard this. Indeed, being the disciple of the island master was the proudest thing in his life. "Your experience is indeed due to my negligence on the part of Weixing Island, which led to this crisis." Yi Jue even said he didn’t dare and continued. "I came to see Brother Mao this time for this matter. The old ghost surnamed Wu is usually kind to others and generous. I'm afraid he is looking for a good candidate to take over someone else's body." "But right now, he was suddenly killed by me. If his friends knew about this, they would probably think that I was lying and trying to take his life." "Fellow Daoist, you know me. I am devoted to the Great Dao and I am friends with the Dao. I have no relatives or friends. Now I can only rely on you to confirm it for me with the authority of Weixing Island." Upon hearing this, Mao Ya looked at the man in front of him who was indeed a hard-working practitioner. He actually came to him on his own initiative today and was so humble. He was afraid that he had really encountered difficulties. "Sure enough, being the island master's disciple is different!" "It seems that I will not only be the island master's disciple, but also the island master's only disciple, or even the junior island master." "This way, when Master is in seclusion, everyone on the island will come to beg me!" Mao Ya's mind was full of complicated thoughts, some of which became stronger and stronger, a trace of black air flashed in his eyes, and there were signs of demonic possession. (End of this chapter)