Dragon Vein Martial God

Because of the beggar's behavior, Jiang Ting couldn't help but wonder if the so-called disposition here was a test of kindness.... However, in the blink of an eye, he denied that the cultivation world wasn't a mortal world.    

    

Good people did not live long, and disasters were left behind for thousands of years. It was a cruel melody that would last for almost all eternity.    

    

It was impossible that the person who founded Profound Thunder Sect did not understand such a simple truth!    

    

He had just denied it for a few breaths of time... but Jiang Ting frowned again. He suddenly remembered... This sort of deep level of depression, and facing an illusion where the strongest person was not even at the Foundation Establishment stage... Normally speaking, in the eyes of the founding patriarch of the Profound Thunder Sect... No Golden Core cultivator would come here to train.    

    

Logically speaking, anyone who entered the spell formation would have their memories suppressed.... He obviously had some sort of false identity within the illusory realm. For example, he was wearing sackcloth, and holding a silver coin. Were they here to buy groceries?    

    

If his memories were suppressed... perhaps, this illusory realm was testing whether or not there was a trace of kindness hidden in the depths of the illusory realm, and not a madman who did not care about the form and form?    

    

"Young Master, give me some..." the beggar said again.    

    

Jiang Ting immediately suppressed his thoughts and looked at the beggar with a headache. If he entered the illusory realm to break the formation, it would naturally be great if the fluctuation did not affect him.    

    

But the key was that he wasn't here to break the formation, but to train.    

    

He was completely clueless about the situation... Fortunately, Qing Zhao and the blood mantis were Golden Core cultivators as well. Perhaps they weren't as clear-headed as he was at this moment, but they definitely wouldn't completely fall into the illusion.    

    

When he thought about it, the situation they were in should be the same as his current situation, right?    

    

The beggar spoke very patiently. "Young Master, give some..."    

    

The people on the street seemed to be unable to see this place. There were still many cars coming and going, and no one even cast a glance at them.    

    

Jiang Ting did not reply. He just looked at the beggar... His clothes were ragged and his body was dirty. Logically speaking, there should be a foul smell.    

    

However, because he was not blinded by the illusion, even though he was in the illusion, he could not smell the stench of the illusion at all.    

    

As for the beggar... After sizing him up for a while, Jiang Ting's eyes narrowed slightly.    

    

Although the beggar's clothes were tattered, when he examined him closely, he acutely discovered that if the beggar's clothes were washed clean, they should be some kind of expensive satin.    

    

One, normally speaking, it was impossible for a beggar to possess good cloth.    

    

The beggar's eyes turned red. "Young Master, pity this poor person..."    

    

Jiang Ting, who was originally not prepared to answer and was just about to continue observing, suddenly narrowed his eyes. The beggar from before only knew a mechanical sentence.    

    

But now, he had a feeling that the beggar in front of him was a little angry... not because he was angry, but because of the life force and vitality of living beings!    

    

It was as if... it was as if a certain will had suddenly taken control of the beggar in front of him.    

    

Although the beggar hadn't revealed any flaws, it hadn't been able to escape his intuition.    

    

The beggar continued to ramble on and on. "Young Master, this lowly one has not eaten for three days and three nights... Poor, pitiful me..."    

    

Jiang Ting's eyes flashed, and he finally said, "I see that your limbs are healthy, so why don't you find a job? Even if you don't have many cases per month, you can always get enough food and drink. You must beg on the streets, eat in the open, and sleep in the open. It's hard to eat."    

    

The moment he opened his mouth, he spoke a long string of words.    

    

The beggar's face was clearer than the others, and he was slightly startled.    

    

Immediately after, a bitter look appeared in his eyes. "Young Master, there's something you don't know, I'm..."    

    

Along with a long string of words, it turned out that this person... In the past, he was born in a rich family. However, his family had somehow offended the local government. After that, he was suppressed and framed, and could only beg on the streets. That's right. He could only beg on the streets, even if he wanted to work or find other jobs to earn money. No one wanted him, for fear of offending the authorities.    

    

After saying that, the beggar showed a hopeful look. "Young Master, you look like a kind person... I heard that the county magistrate in the neighboring county is Master Qingtian. Can you go to the neighboring county and complain about me..."    

    

Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes. He had discovered two problems.    

    

The beggar answered them as easily as he could. One had to know that he was not confused by the illusion. He would not ignore anything that was unreasonable. However, the beggar's answer at that moment was that perhaps the formation was not as unmanned as he had thought it would be.    

    

No, the underground hall and the tunnel had long been abandoned. It was impossible for someone to preside over it... Then it meant that there were other secrets in this place.    

    

The second question was even simpler. He had a rough idea of what the test here was.    

    

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ting stretched out three fingers with his right hand. "What is this?"    

    

"Three, huh." The beggar answered subconsciously.    

    

Jiang Ting smiled.    

    

He then looked at the silver ingot in his hand. "You are also a poor person... I only have this much silver in my hand. You can take it and buy something to eat."    

    

"Young master, you promised to help me?" The beggar was overjoyed.    

    

"I can't help you, I'll never see you again." Jiang Ting turned around and left with big steps. If his guess was correct, he should be leaving the illusion realm.    

    

To a sect, a disciple could not be cruel and heartless, but could not be kind either. They had a bottom line in their heart, but they knew their own abilities well. They were the people the sect needed.    

    

He wore coarse linen clothes in the illusion realm, and it was obvious that he was a poor person.    

    

Allowing the beggar, who had been wronged, was for the sake of kindness.    

    

The reason why he refused to help without any mercy was to protect himself.    

    

What right did mortals, poor people, have to fight with officials?    

    

His actions, not to mention using his best results to pass this trial... Thinking about it, it shouldn't be too bad.    

    

...    

    

Another illusion, in a plain filled with weeds.    

    

"Ah..." A person who looked like a skinny monkey screamed on the ground.    

    

A tall and sturdy man was holding a Ghost Head Blade and stabbing at the skinny monkey.    

    

Not far away, in the grass, the blood mantis was lying on its stomach in a daze. Its eyes were filled with confusion, reluctance, and confusion... as if it was suspecting something.    

    

The thin monkey seemed to have an undying body. It kept screaming, but it just didn't die... The knife kept chopping down, at least ten times, but it still didn't die.    

    

The tall and sturdy man kept chopping down tirelessly.    

    

After an unknown amount of time.    

    

The blood mantis, who was confused and unable to bear it, suddenly shook its head. Its eyes regained clarity, and countless traces of fear appeared in its pupils.    

    

Unlike Jiang Ting, who had been completely unaffected by the spell formation, he had somewhat forgotten who he was. He had only known that he was an ordinary person, a person who lived in seclusion, and had unintentionally seen someone commit murder.    

    

He wanted to stop the rescue, but he was worried that he would expose his tracks and attract his enemies. Subconsciously, he felt that he had forgotten something, and then he had been in a daze.    

    

Now that he had regained his clarity... the many memories he had before were all just illusions. This was an illusion.    

    

After regaining his clarity, the blood mantis stared at the person who was continuously being cut down and narrowed its eyes... He was thinking about how to choose the best option for the trial here.    

    

Saving someone?    

    

Unlike Jiang Ting, he still remembered the misconception he had before. Subconsciously, he thought that he was a martial artist who lived in seclusion in this place. He had provoked a great enemy in the martial arts world and had no choice but to live in seclusion.