C51

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.

In the next few days, he stayed at the Wan-An Inn. While adjusting his condition, he was also asking about news regarding the entrance of the ancient monument.

However, on the second day of his return, a piece of news had quietly spread throughout the city.

Song Changqing, who had stolen the blood of the Lan family, had only been at the Mid Condensing Reality Realm. However, in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, he had killed ten Peak Condensing Reality Realm disciples and was the strongest among his peers!

Ten of them were at the peak of the Spirit Condensation realm and were potential seeds of a few minor immortal sects. They were not considered unknown.

Song Changqing had just stepped on the tail of the Lan family tiger, and in the blink of an eye, he had done such a violent thing. This shocked everyone even more.

When Zhou Qing heard this news, he was somewhat astonished, but he quickly understood.

There was no need to think about it. It must have been spread out by that old bastard Feng. He wanted Sun Tian and the others to come and take revenge on him.

He didn't say anything about how he could control the zombie, so he probably didn't dare to kill himself. Otherwise, if he angrily crushed the strand of soul, the old thing would lose a whole realm.

However, the Lan Clan had already offended them. Barefoot people were not afraid of shoes, and Zhou Qing did not mind offending a few more minor immortals.

Furthermore, it was only because those old things, such as Sun Tian, coveted his treasures that they ordered others to take action. He had merely been passively defending himself.

On the fourth day, in a room of the Wan An Inn.

Zhou Qing slowly opened his eyes, his face pale and his expression ugly.

"Still not enough …"

After swallowing the two Soul Concentrating Pills, he tried to cultivate again. However, just as he was gathering spirit energy and preparing to break through to the twenty-fifth acupoint, his meridians once again emitted a sharp pain that was hard to continue.

This situation caused Zhou Qing's last sliver of hope to completely disappear.

If he wanted to continue cultivating, he could only solve the problem of his meridians!

Zhou Qing's eyes lit up as he fell into deep thought.

He had asked Qiu Cai about the fact that the Wan An Merchant Guild didn't have any restoration pills for their meridians, and the only thing he knew about them was the Spirit Transformation Pool at the ancient monument's entrance.

"The Ancient Tablet Sect …"

Zhou Qing muttered to himself. A moment later, he made his decision.

He decided to wait at White Ridge City for a few days. If there was no good news from the Thousand Islands Chamber of Commerce, he would have to pay a visit to the entrance of the ancient monument.

The night passed in silence.

The next morning, just as the sky began to brighten, someone knocked on Zhou Qing's door. It was the shopkeeper of the Wan-An Inn.

"Master Song, there is someone outside the inn seeking an audience."

When Zhou Qing heard this, he immediately frowned.

The news of his return to White Ridge City was not leaked out, and only Qiu Fei knew about it.

"Who?"

"Yes …"

Outside the door, the shopkeeper was about to speak, but he was interrupted by a manly voice.

"Ancient Stele Gate's Elder, Cai Yuanhu."

Zhou Qing started when he heard the voice, and then his expression changed to one of excitement.

The Ancient Tablet Gate has been searching for experts of the same level, representing them in the ranking tournament.

And a while ago, that old bastard Feng released the news that he had killed ten peak Spirit Condensation disciples.

With such a shocking result, it would be difficult for him to not attract the attention of the Ancient Tablet Sect!

He had been planning to pay a visit to the entrance of the ancient monument, but the other party had actually come looking for him.

He had just dozed off when someone came to deliver a pillow!

Old Demon Feng tried to scam him, but ended up doing him a good deed.

I wonder what kind of expression that old thing will have when he learns of this …

It was very likely that he would go crazy.

Zhou Qing thought in a naughty manner.

He stood up and opened the door. A tall and sturdy man was standing outside.

This person had a head full of short hair and wore a black robe. His entire body was knotted with muscles, and he stood at the entrance like a small mountain. He was completely oppressive.

Even Zhou Qing was a bit taken aback. His expression immediately grew solemn.

This was a powerful Mage, and his level was not low, at least in the intermediate stage of the Spirit Realm!

"I am Song Changqing, I wonder if Elder Cai …"

Zhou Qing understood his intention, but he still wore a puzzled look on his face as he cupped his fists in greeting.

Cai Yuanhu's expression was calm. He did not answer immediately, but looked at Zhou Qing for a moment before speaking in a low voice.

"You are Song Changqing?"

As the sound of his voice faded, an enormous aura abruptly pressed down!

Zhou Qing's expression changed slightly. The circulation of the spiritual energy in his body suddenly stagnated, as if there was a small mountain pressing down on him from above.

With a cold snort, Zhou Qing slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with a hint of coldness.

"Patriarch Cai, what is the meaning of this?"

Zhou Qing didn't know that at this moment, Cai Yuanhu was also quite surprised.

Even though he had only released half of his Qi, it was not something a mid stage Soul Condensation cultivator could defend against. It would be hard to even speak.

The boy in front of him was completely unfazed by his pressure. He was even able to ask, and just this boldness alone was not something an ordinary Soul Condensation cultivator could compare to.

But... Could this brat really be invincible at the same cultivation level with just a cultivation at the mid stage of Soul Formation?

Cai Yuanhu was suspicious, but he didn't say anything else. He immediately withdrew his aura, and a smile finally appeared on his indifferent face. He cupped his hands towards Zhou Qing.

"I have been too rash..." Young Master Song, could you come into the room for a chat? "

Zhou Qing thought for a moment before nodding. He then turned around and walked into the room.

After Cai Yuanhu entered the room, he spoke up, "I have something to say. Does Young Master Song know about the ranking tournament?"

Zhou Qing nodded without batting an eyelid.

"To tell you the truth, there are still ten days until the ranking tournament. Our Ancient Stele Clan is currently summoning our Soul Condensation experts, and we wish to invite Sir Song to join us." Cai Yuanhu said in a deep voice.

"The Ancient Tablet Gate is trying to pull the Lan family down from their position as one of the Four Great Clans?"

Zhou Qing was not surprised. His eyes narrowed slightly.

Cai Yuanhu nodded without hiding anything, "Which sect doesn't want to replace the position of the Four Great Families? However, it was not easy for the Lan family, the weakest among them, to win. That's why the Sect Leader wants to find experts of the same cultivation level to fight on our behalf. "

"Master Song was able to kill ten people at the peak of the middle stage of the Spirit Condensation realm. Even if you were to look at the same level, your battle accomplishments are extremely dazzling. This is also the reason why I came looking for you."

"Your sect has a lot of power. If you want to find someone stronger than me, it should be easy."

Zhou Qing did not immediately agree. This matter was not that simple, and he had to get to the bottom of this.

"Young Master Song, there is no need to be modest."

Cai Yuanhu shook his head and said with a smile, "But the ranking tournament is not a small matter. In order to be safe, the Sect will gather ten experts of the same rank. Only after the competition will the final spots be determined."

When Zhou Qing heard this, his pupils immediately constricted.