Chapter 11: Hidden Murder

After being promoted to the inner sect, Sean moved into a slightly shabby stone house. The stone table and stone bed in the house were as simple as a cave, but it exuded a faint spiritual aura. He took the "Qi Condensation Art" and a bottle of Qi Condensation Pills from the deacon, and was secretly happy: the inner sect is indeed stronger than the outer sect, and these resources are enough for him to make further progress.

Every morning, he sat cross-legged, and the Devouring Divine Body moved like the wind. The spiritual energy poured into the Dantian from all directions. The breath of the seventh level of body tempering rose steadily, faintly touching the threshold of the Qi Condensation Realm. The sun shone on his handsome face through the stone window, and the purple light flashed in his eyes, like a dormant beast about to wake up.

But the peaceful days did not last long. That evening, there was a commotion in the martial arts field. Sean pushed the door open and saw Henry's sinister face. This guy is a veteran disciple of the inner sect, with the ninth level of body tempering, and he is domineering by relying on the power of his family. There were a few lackeys following him, all with unfriendly eyes.

"Sean, you are a country bumpkin from the outer sect, you are lucky to be able to get into the inner sect." Henry sneered, the Qingfeng sword in his hand flashing coldly in the sunset, "But you hurt Lucas and ruined my family's reputation. Today I have to teach you the rules."

Sean frowned, his tone was calm but sharp: "Brother Henry, I don't want to cause trouble, but if you insist on forcing me, don't blame me for being rude."

"Haha, you're rude?" Henry laughed grimly, the tip of the sword shook, and the spiritual energy turned into a wind blade, slashing directly at Sean's face. The disciples who were watching retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected.

Sean's eyes turned cold, and the Devouring Divine Body was activated instantly. He did not dodge, raised his hand and grabbed it, and the wind blade turned into spiritual energy in his palm and was swallowed by him. Then, he rushed out like a ghost and punched Henry in the chest.

"Bang!" Henry was knocked back three steps, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of horror: "How is your strength... possible?!" He gritted his teeth and swung his sword again, the sword light was like a rainbow, with the full force of the ninth level of body tempering.

Sean snorted coldly, put his palms together, the devouring power turned into a black hole, and the sword light was instantly annihilated. He took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, slapping with one palm, Henry felt the spiritual energy in his body flowing out like a flood, screamed and flew backwards, hit the stone pillar and fainted.

The disciples watching were stunned, someone whispered: "This kid is crazy, he even dared to hit Henry!" Sean glanced at the crowd and said lightly: "Who else wants to try?"

No one dared to answer. But just as he turned back to the house, an inexplicable chill crept into his heart. He looked down and saw that the fragrance of the Qi Condensation Pill in his hand was a little wrong. After a careful sniff, it was mixed with a hint of poison.

"Someone poisoned!" Sean's heartbeat accelerated, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He immediately activated the Devouring Divine Body and devoured the poison pill. The poison did not hurt him, but turned into a heat current, helping him break through to the eighth level of body tempering.

The night was dark, and Sean stood in front of the window, his eyes flashing with cold light: "Henry, this is just the beginning. Dare to plot against me, I will make you regret being born!"