Peerless Taoist

Hearing this, Lu Yu finally turned his head to look at Su Xiuhuan.    

There were more than a dozen women wearing different clothes, but Lu Yu could tell with a single glance that they were all disciples of the Lingxiao Sect.    

This was because Lu Yu was also a disciple of the Lingxiao Sect when he was in the lower realm.    

The Middle Land was very far away from the Northern region, and these young disciples had heard about it from god knows where. They had come all the way here to participate in the so-called "Bright Opening Conference."    

"It's best for all of you not to enter the city." Lu Yu reminded them with good intentions.    

Su Xiuhuan smiled faintly: "Why?"    

"Because of me, I will destroy the Holy Church today."    

After Lu Yu finished speaking, he did not plan to speak any more with this group of young women as he stepped into the air and left.    

Su Xiuhuan was stunned. She did not expect to receive such a response.    

After a while, Su Xiuhuan couldn't help but say angrily: "I originally thought that he was a handsome man, but who would have thought that he was an arrogant person who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth?"    

A hint of anger also flashed across the faces of the other women.    

They were beautiful and came from a famous sect. No matter where they went, they would be welcomed and flattered by everyone. However, it failed in front of Lu Yu.    

Lu Yu acted as if he did not care about them at all, not to mention talking nonsense in front of them.    

What kind of existence was the Holy Church of Worshipping? He was just a single person, yet he dared to boast shamelessly about destroying the Holy Church of Worshipping.    

He was simply talking nonsense.    

"Forget it. There are all kinds of people in this big forest. As expected, people know a person's face but not his heart."    

Su Xiuhuan turned around and said, "Junior sisters, don't be affected by this kind of person. Let's quickly enter the city."    

"Senior sister is right. How can we be affected by a man's mood?"    

A few female disciples raised their heads high like proud swans.    

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At this moment.    

Sacred Arrival City, the Chu Family's old residence.    

This house was situated on top of an underground fire.    

For alchemists, this was a holy land for refining pills. With this fierce Earth fire, they could continuously refine the Pill Fire within their bodies.    

At this moment in time, the fragrance of pills within the Chu family's old house assaulted their nostrils.    

There were several hundred alchemists controlling the pill fire and refining pills in the open space of the main house.    

In the surroundings, there were apprentice alchemists who were passing by and continuously collecting the refined medicine and handing it over to the monks who were in charge of guarding.    

"Plop!"    

Suddenly, the body of one of the alchemists swayed and he fell to the ground.    

Seeing this scene, the monk in charge of guarding raised his eyebrows, and with a whip in his hand, he fiercely whipped the alchemist.    

Pow! Pow! Pow!    

The force was so great that it directly hit the alchemist, causing his flesh and blood to split open, and his entire body to be badly mutilated.    

"I beg of you, please let me rest. I haven't closed my eyes for five days already."    

The alchemist begged bitterly.    

However, what he received in return was a series of even more severe beatings.    

The monk put his hands on his waist and angrily berated:    

"You are just servants who have been brought up by me. What right do you have to rest?"    

"Get up and work! Refine all these medicine. No one is allowed to rest until they are refined!"    

The two monks nearby helped the alchemist up and forcefully used their Fa Li to pat his forehead, continuously stimulating his nerves.    

The alchemist's eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and he was on the verge of collapse. It was obvious that he had reached his limit.    

However, under the surveillance of the surrounding monks, he had no choice but to start refining the pills again.    

Seeing this, the faces of the nearby pill refiners became numb; they were obviously used to it.    

Ever since the Holy Church took over this place, the status of the alchemist had plummeted.    

Now, they had even become their servants. They had to provide medicine for the Holy Church of Worship every day in order to survive.