C51 (1/2)
Zhou Qing's voice rumbled and resounded in the world. The three mages were stunned for a moment before they turned to look at Old Demon Feng, their killing intent soaring.
Blood Bodhi had actually been swallowed by this old thing. Not only that, but he had taken that Soul Condensation kid as his adopted son!
That little brat's strength is weak. I'm afraid that all the good things he has are in the hands of Old Demon Feng …
At this thought, the three mages' eyes became even more red, and the magical equipment in their hands glowed even brighter.
When the terrifying attack was about to hit him, the dumbstruck Old Demon Feng finally reacted. His expression instantly turned uglier than if he had just eaten a dead fly.
He finally understood why that little bastard had suddenly turned around and offered Blood Bodhi to him when he was inside …
In the Ten Thousand Devil Cave, he had been on full guard, but he had never expected that he would be cheated the moment he came out!
Shame, shame, shame!
His mana instantly exploded. As Old Demon Feng struck out with his palm, his body hastily dodged to the other side.
Boom boom boom!
An explosive sound resounded through the sky above Mount Bailing as the various mana rays were incomparably dazzling. Many Spirit Opening and Condensation cultivators were shaken to the point that their faces became deathly pale and their bodies trembled.
The light gradually faded and Old man Feng was miserable to the extreme. His clothes were torn and his shoulder was stabbed by a sword, causing blood to flow profusely.
Three mages surrounded him, but even he didn't dare to face them head on. His face was ashen as he coughed out two mouthfuls of blood. Then, he turned into a streak of light and shot off into the distance.
As he flew, his heart-wrenching, lung-splitting, angry roar rumbled in the air.
AHH!” Damn you, little bastard! This old man will not rest until you are dead!
”Little bastard?”
The three mages were shocked and angry when they heard this.
The youngest of them lived for sixty years, but Old Devil Feng used ”Little Rascal” to insult them.
Shame!
This was simply a great humiliation!
”Old ghost, don't run!”
With an angry roar, the three mages followed closely behind Old Devil Feng.
At the same time, on top of an ancient tree in the White Ridge Mountain Range …
Zhou Qing used the Restraining breath technique to hide himself. After he saw the four streaks of light flying far away, he jumped down and quickly headed towards White Ridge City.
His successful escape this time had taken him by surprise. However, when he thought of that Blood Bodhi, he couldn't help but feel pity.
At that time, the situation was in a deadlock. The three mages had been lying in ambush at the entrance, never leaving.
Helpless, Zhou Qing could only come up with this plan. He gave the Blood Bodhi to old man Feng to restore the old man's strength and help him resist for a moment.
If he was able to keep that Blood Bodhi and sell it to the Wan An Merchant Guild, it would also be a considerable amount of income … The result was that it could only fall into Old Devil Feng's stomach.
If he had to blame something, he could only blame that old fogey for being too disappointing!
Zhou Qing was too lazy to think about his current situation.
If he was killed by those three mages, he would be one less enemy. If he could escape, it would be better. That soul was still in his control, so that old man wouldn't dare to act rashly.
No matter what, Zhou Qing wouldn't lose out on this deal.
Cautious and cautious along the way, Zhou Qing did not run into any trouble. After an hour, he arrived at White Ridge City.
After the Ten Thousand Devil Cave was stabilized, the martial law of White Ridge City had been lifted. However, there were still many guards patrolling the city.
Without the threat of the demonic horde, many of the powerful mages in the city had left, but the number of Spirit Opening and Soul Condensation cultivators were increasing. From time to time, he could see the disciples from various sects, probably all coming to the Ghost Hole to train.
Zhou Qing advanced in a low profile. A short while later, they arrived at the Thousand An Merchant Guild.
The Soul Concentrating Pills he bought earlier had long since been depleted. He wanted to purchase a few more pills, and on the way, he also wanted to find Sai Baifeng and ask her about the Ancient Stele Gate.
Zhou Qing could not believe what Old Devil Feng had said.
Most of the disciples in White Ridge City would enter the Ghost Hole to gain experience. The demand for medicinal pills, magic tools, talismans, and other consumables were extremely great. Thus, the business of the Thousand An Merchant Guild was exceptionally flourishing these days.
The hall was crowded and noisy. Zhou Qing frowned and walked towards the counter.
Before he took two steps forward, he saw the shop assistant who had received him twice before introducing the pill to an Immortal Gate disciple with a radiant smile.
With a jolt in his heart, Zhou Qing walked over with a smile.
Because of the Thousand Devil Cave, the sales of pills in the Chamber of Commerce had increased tremendously recently. Qiu Cai's mood also improved to the maximum.
Just as he was thinking about how to get this immortal gate disciple to buy more pills, Qiu Fei felt someone pat him on the shoulder.
He turned around and saw the person standing in front of him.
”Young, young master Song, why are you here …”
”Can't I come?”
Zhou Qing frowned slightly.
”Master Song has misunderstood …”
Qiu Fei's Adam's apple rolled. He swallowed with difficulty and ignored the immortal disciple that wanted to buy the pills. After looking around, he whispered, ”Please follow me.”
With a strange expression on his face, he quickly walked to the side room behind the counter.
Zhou Qing became more and more confused as he followed in large strides.
After entering the side room, Qiu Fei closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He then looked at Zhou Qing with a bitter face.
Qiu Qi truly admired Song Changqing. He admired this kid's boldness!
Blood Bodhi, which the Lan family had spent an astronomical amount to buy at the auction, had been robbed while they were transporting them. This news had already spread throughout White Ridge City two months ago.
The one who stole the Blood Bodhi technique was no one else but the Berserk Demon, Song Changqing!
Furthermore, according to what was said, because of the importance of Blood Bodhi, the Lan family had sent dozens of Congealed Soul Realm experts as escorts, and had even sent five powerful mages to protect them.
However, Song Changqing, who was only at the early Spirit Severing stage, had actually managed to snatch Xue Buti away from the hands of so many powerhouses. This caused the Lan Family's face to crack with a 'pa pa pa' sound!
The head of the Lan family was so angry that he had to personally hang up the members of the Lan family who were escorting them that day. They had fought for a whole day and night.
Especially the Lan family's second young master, Lan Ningshui. He had given Song Changqing a Purgatory Pills for some reason, and had been badly ripped apart by the Lan family's patriarch. It was a terrible sight to behold.
In the end, the head of the Lan family had even ordered the capture of Song Changqing, causing a huge disturbance throughout the city …
[This old man Song Changqing is almost breaking the sky, and now he still dares to be so brazen. If that isn't audacity, then what is?]
As Qiu Qi's words left his mouth, Zhou Qing's expression grew increasingly strange.
If this fellow knew that he was the one who had stolen Blood Bodhi from the Ten Thousand Devil Cave, how would he feel …
However, according to what Old Devil Feng had said, the Lan family should have known that he was the one who had stolen Xue Buti twice. However, Qiu Cai did not mention it. It was likely that the Lan family had not announced it.
Was he afraid of losing face?
Zhou Qing's expression changed slightly.
Putting this matter aside for the time being, Zhou Qing wanted Qiu Fei to invite the white phoenix race.
However, they found out that Suai Baifeng had left for Iron Core City not long ago and was not in the city right now.
With no better option, Zhou Qing bought five hundred Spirit Concentrating Pills and left the Chamber of Commerce.
After staying in the Ten Thousand Devil Cave for two months, he was physically and mentally exhausted. At this moment, he only wanted to take a break.
After entering the Wan'an Inn and getting a room, Zhou Qing fell asleep.