Chapter 402: Eliminating Evil |
Di Chang looked at Luo Zhixian, his heart sinking.
That gray-robed old man stood there, holding a wine jar, his graying hair slightly swaying in the wind and rain pouring through the broken door.
He appeared ordinary, yet Di Chang's tremendous Grandmaster pressure silently dissipated into nothingness around him.
Anyone who could so easily dissolve his pressure must be a Grandmaster!
And traveling with Chen Qing...
"Luo Zhixian!?"
Grand Lord Di Chang thought of something. The dark red marking at his forehead center flickered slightly, and all the muscles in his body instantly tensed.
His heart shook violently as he instantly connected the person before him with that Myriad Techniques Peak Master of the Tianbao Upper Sect who had dominated Yan Kingdom's spear Dao for decades.
Di Chang's thoughts raced: Who was Luo Zhixian? This was truly one of those standing at the peak of Yan Kingdom's martial Dao. Even if Grand Lord Di Cang himself came, he wouldn't dare say he could definitely defeat Luo Zhixian, let alone him?
Especially Vulture Granny, who had lurked in Yan Kingdom for decades, she knew better than anyone just how terrifying that spear Dao Grandmaster was.
Thinking of this, cold sweat immediately broke out on her forehead.
"Won't say?"
Luo Zhixian's voice remained flat, yet carried an unquestionable meaning.
Before his words even finished, he lightly waved his sleeve.
This wave appeared casual, yet it seemed to stir the vital energy of the entire heaven and earth!
In an instant, all sound in the inn was suppressed, silenced by an invisible force.
Immediately after, a powerful and explosive energy mechanism erupted from Luo Zhixian's body, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening!
"Boom—!"
The air twisted, the temperature soared!
A fire dragon formed entirely of crimson-gold True Origin roared forth from Luo Zhixian's sleeve!
The fire dragon was only about a zhang long, yet condensed like solid matter. Every scale was clearly visible, its eyes burning with pale golden flames. Wherever it passed, rainwater evaporated, wood shavings charred black, even the air was scorched into twisted ripples!
That domineering, scorching pressure made even Chen Qing, standing to the side, secretly alarmed.
As for Di Chang bearing the brunt, the pressure he endured was dozens of times greater than Chen Qing's!
His body hair nearly stood on end, the blood qi within his body flowed uncontrollably faster, his protective True Origin spontaneously operated to its limit, forming a dark golden light barrier around him.
However, under the gaze of that crimson-gold fire dragon, this light barrier flickered unsteadily like a candle in the wind!
"Can't escape... and there's no escaping!"
This thought flashed instantly through Di Chang's mind.
Facing an expert like Luo Zhixian, turning to flee would only lead to a faster death.
The martial Dao Golden Core within Di Chang's body spun madly!
It was a nine-revolution Golden Core, radiating brilliant light, continuously transporting surging True Origin like an ocean to his four limbs and hundred bones!
His hands formed seals, ten fingers flipping like phantoms. With each finger that fell, a blood-colored rune condensed in the void.
This was precisely one of the Azure Wolf Tribe's supreme divine abilities, the Azure Wolf Seal!
Azure wolf howling at the moon, blood sacrifice to the eight wildernesses!
Di Chang's palms suddenly thrust forward!
Following his movement, those dozens of blood-colored runes exploded with a thunderous boom, transforming into a giant wolf phantom three zhang tall!
This giant wolf was formed entirely of viscous blood-like True Origin, with ferocious fangs and eyes red as blood moons. It raised its head in a silent roar, carrying a fierce aura that would tear through everything, boldly pouncing toward the crimson-gold fire dragon!
Di Chang himself, at the very instant the wolf phantom pounced forth, clenched his right fist tightly, concentrating fierce blood qi on his fist edge!
"Break!"
He threw a punch, blood beads transforming into a blood-colored ray, arriving first despite starting later, shooting directly at the fire dragon's brow!
All of this sounds complex, but in reality occurred in the blink of an eye.
The next instant—
The fire dragon and blood wolf phantom collided fiercely!
"Hiss—Boom!!!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion. The blood wolf phantom evaporated at a visible speed, and the crimson-gold fire dragon's form also dimmed by thirty percent.
Immediately after, the blood-colored ray precisely struck the fire dragon's brow!
"Pff!"
The fire dragon let out a pained hiss, its form violently trembling, actually pierced through by that blood-colored ray!
However, how could a Grandmaster's power be ordinary?
Though the fire dragon was pierced, its momentum didn't decrease. The remaining dragon body still carried the scorching heat to incinerate all things, slamming hard into Di Chang's chest!
"Bang—!"
Di Chang was struck as if by lightning, his entire person flying backward, heavily crashing into the wall on the other side of the inn!
"Boom!"
The entire brick and stone wall collapsed with a thunderous crash, dust billowing.
Di Chang fell among the rubble, the robe on his chest scorched black and torn, revealing the bloody mess of flesh beneath.
His throat sweetened, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood with a "wah." When the blood fell on the ground, it corroded the bluestone slabs into small pits.
This was caused by the residual scorching True Origin mixing with his own vital blood.
"Cough cough..."
Di Chang struggled to stand, clutching his agonizingly painful chest, his face pale as paper.
From just one strike, he had already suffered considerable internal injuries, his organs feeling like they were burning, his meridians stinging with pain.
"Di Cang is my uncle!"
He forcibly raised his breath, his voice hoarse as he shouted, a flash of fear appearing in his eyes, "Senior Luo, today I have given offense. I beg you to show mercy for the sake of the Azure Wolf Tribe, for the sake of Grand Lord Di Cang! I will take my people and leave immediately, never again setting foot in Yan Kingdom's heartland!"
Grand Lord Di Cang!
Chen Qing had seen records in the sect's archives about this most powerful expert of the Azure Wolf Tribe.
One of the several Grand Lords with the most fierce reputation in Jinting's Eight Divisions, he had once fought two Grandmasters from the Taiyi Upper Sect alone without defeat. His strength was unfathomable, reportedly having already touched the threshold beyond Grandmaster.
Di Chang bringing up this powerful backer clearly intended to make Luo Zhixian wary of acting rashly.
"Uncle..."
Luo Zhixian lightly repeated this word, his face still showing no particular expression.
He slowly descended the last few steps, stepping onto the bluestone floor of the inn's great hall.
"I heard that old fellow came too."
Luo Zhixian said flatly, "When he learns you're dead, he should be very upset, shouldn't he?"
At these words, the temperature in the inn plummeted!
Di Chang's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracting to pinpoint size.
Luo Zhixian's words clearly showed his intent to kill without mercy!
"Watch carefully."
Luo Zhixian suddenly turned his head, saying this to Chen Qing.
As his words fell, his right hand formed a void grip.
"Hum!"
An ancient, simple-looking long spear that appeared to be forged from countless shattered star fragments materialized in his palm out of thin air. The spear was seven feet six inches long, its shaft covered with fine scale-like dark patterns. A cold gleam condensed at the spear tip without releasing, yet made everyone who looked at it feel their eyes sting with pain.
This was precisely Luo Zhixian's 'Meteorite' spear!
With the spear in hand, Luo Zhixian's entire aura suddenly changed!
There was no wild outward release of momentum, no earth-shaking True Origin fluctuations, but the feeling was like a ten-thousand-zhang mountain collapsing, unstoppable!
All of Di Chang's body hair stood on end, the shadow of death submerging him like a tidal wave.
He knew Luo Zhixian was getting serious.
"Boom—!!!"
At this life-or-death moment, Di Chang could no longer care about any cost. The martial Dao Golden Core within him spun madly at unprecedented speed!
The nine markings on the Golden Core's surface radiated brilliant light, then actually began to show fine cracks!
He was burning his Golden Core's origin!
Di Chang's hands formed an ancient and sinister seal.
As this seal took shape, fine blood beads seeped from the pores all over his body. These blood beads didn't drip down but floated in the air, rapidly gathering into a blood-colored moon three feet in diameter!
The blood moon hung above his head, emanating an intensely thick bloody aura.
This was the Azure Wolf Tribe's ultimate forbidden technique, burning the Golden Core's origin and overdrawing life potential at the cost of gaining power far exceeding one's own realm for a short time!
After using this method, even if one didn't die, cultivation would plummet drastically, with no hope of advancing further in this lifetime.
But Di Chang had no choice.
If he didn't fight, he'd die right now!
"Kill!"
Di Chang's eyes turned blood red, his hands suddenly lifting upward!
That blood moon thunderously rose, transforming into a blood-colored stream of light, explosively shooting toward Luo Zhixian!
Wherever the stream passed, space faintly twisted, leaving behind a dark red trajectory that lingered for a long time.
This strike had touched the threshold of mid-stage Grandmaster!
Facing this desperate strike, Luo Zhixian's expression remained calm.
He didn't even assume any particular stance, simply holding the spear with one hand, the spear tip angled toward the ground then he moved.
Luo Zhixian's figure seemed to blur for an instant, yet also seemed to have never moved.
But in everyone's eyes, the Meteorite spear in his hand had already thrust out.
This spear thrust was very slow.
So slow that everyone present, including the Fei family guards with the lowest cultivation, could clearly see the trajectory the spear shaft traced.
From angling downward, to thrusting forward horizontally, then the spear tip slightly lifting.
Every detail was incomparably clear.
Yet it was also very fast.
So fast that even though you clearly saw the entire process, you simply couldn't react in time before the spear tip had already reached where it should be.
Even more bizarre was that as this spear thrust out, the scene within the inn underwent a strange transformation.
In the night, snowflakes actually condensed from nothing.
Not illusions, but real, crystalline snowflakes, born from the void, falling in streams.
The temperature plummeted, breath turning to frost.
The scorching residual heat left by the fire dragon instantly dissipated, replaced by a bone-deep chill.
On the ground, the pool of corrosive blood Di Chang had spat out had now frozen into dark red ice crystals.
Chen Qing took a deep breath. He recognized the essence of this spear thrust!
Wind Snow Hidden Dragon Roar!
But the Wind Snow Hidden Dragon Roar that Luo Zhixian displayed was completely different from what he practiced.
Ultimate cold, freezing all things.
Ultimate stillness, annihilating vitality.
And the spear intent contained in that spear thrust shocked Chen Qing's mind even more.
Not one Dao, not six Dao, but a full ten spear intents perfectly fused!
Ten spear intents, perfectly integrated as one.
When the spear thrust, wind and snow followed, the dragon hidden within.
In Di Chang's pupils, the reflection of that spear tip drew ever closer.
He saw the falling snowflakes, felt the chill freezing his blood, and even more, felt the terrifying power contained in that spear tip.
He wanted to dodge, but found the space around him seemed frozen, unable to move even a finger.
He wanted to urge the blood moon to block, but found the blood moon's radiance rapidly dimming in the wind and snow, like candlelight meeting a blizzard.
The spear qi condensed like solid matter penetrated through that demonic blood moon.
The blood moon silently shattered in midair, transforming into a sky full of poignant red light, immediately completely swallowed by the following wind snow spear intent.
The spear qi's momentum didn't stop, rushing against the nine heavens!
"Riiip—!"
The thick inky clouds were forcibly split open by this spear qi into an incredibly long narrow gap.
The bright moon revealed itself, pure white radiance pouring down like the Celestial River.
Heaven and earth cleared in that instant.
Luo Zhixian still stood in his original position, as if he had never made a move.
The Meteorite spear had returned to angling downward at some unknown time, the spear tip unstained by even half a drop of blood.
The wind and snow stopped.
The temperature began to rise.
The inn fell into deathly silence.
Everyone's gaze fixated on Di Chang.
This newly ascended Grand Lord of the Azure Wolf Tribe still maintained the gesture of lifting his hands, the blood moon above his head completely dissipated.
His eyes were wide open, his face still frozen with the despair and unwillingness of that final moment.
At his throat, there was a tiny blood hole.
No blood spurted forth, because the blood around the wound had been frozen in an instant by the extreme cold spear intent.
"Crack... crack..."
Faint shattering sounds came from within Di Chang's body.
That was the sound of his martial Dao Golden Core completely breaking apart.
The nine-marked Golden Core, at this moment under the residual force of Luo Zhixian's spear, finally couldn't hold on and turned to powder.
When the Golden Core shattered, a Grandmaster fell!
"Thud."
Di Chang fell straight backward, heavily hitting the ground and raising a cloud of dust.
His breath completely gone.
Dead!
A newly ascended Grandmaster expert, a Grand Lord of the Azure Wolf Tribe, had died just like that!
In the inn, you could hear a pin drop.
The Fei siblings stood dumbfounded. Fei Yuqian even forgot to breathe until her chest transmitted suffocating pain. Only then did she suddenly gasp for air, but because she inhaled too urgently, she coughed violently.
Uncle Kang and the brown-robed elder, these two Fei family retainers, looked at each other, both with shock beyond measure in their eyes.
Grand Lord Di Chang was Grand Lord Di Cang's own nephew, the Azure Wolf Tribe's newly ascended Grand Lord, a supreme expert at the Grandmaster realm.
Yet with merely two moves, he met his end here!
Was this the terrifying strength of a spear Dao Grandmaster?
Chen Qing, however, quietly gazed at Di Chang's corpse, his lips somewhat dry.
So what if one was a Grandmaster?
In this martial world, one careless moment could mean death.
Someone as powerful as Di Chang, possessing Grandmaster cultivation, backed by the Azure Wolf Tribe, even willing to burn his Golden Core in desperate combat, yet before a true expert, he was still crushed like an ant with ease.
"It seems I still need to be more cautious."
Chen Qing silently admonished himself in his heart, "Before becoming a Grandmaster, one remains an ant. Even after becoming a Grandmaster... one may not necessarily rest easy."
"The remaining small fry are yours. Leave no survivors."
Luo Zhixian's voice sounded.
"Yes!"
Chen Qing took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping toward Vulture Granny and the Azure Wolf Tribe experts.
The three trembled all over.
Flee!
Almost simultaneously, the three chose different directions to frantically escape!
They knew that facing Luo Zhixian who could kill Grand Lord Di Chang with one spear, staying meant certain death.
Their only chance of survival was to gamble that while Chen Qing pursued one person, the other two could escape with their lives.
"Want to leave?"
Chen Qing snorted coldly, the ground beneath his feet exploding with a boom!
His figure was like lightning tearing through the rainy night, instantly disappearing from his original position.
The first to suffer was the Azure Wolf Tribe expert trying to break through the window from the side.
This person's movement technique was extremely fast. He had already reached the window and was about to crash through the wooden frame.
However, just as he leapt into the air, a spear shadow arrived first despite starting later!
The Jingzhe Spear shot forth like a venomous dragon emerging from its den, the sound of wind and thunder faintly present.
"Pff!"
The spear tip precisely pierced from his back, emerging from his chest!
The expert's form suddenly froze. He lowered his head to look at the blood-stained spear tip protruding from his chest, his eyes full of disbelief, then his breath ceased.
Chen Qing flicked his wrist, the corpse was flung away, crashing into the wall and sliding down softly.
He shook the spear shaft, all blood beads shaken off. Chen Qing's form didn't pause at all. Using the recoil force to change direction, he pounced toward another elder rushing toward the great hall's back door.
That elder heard his companion's brief scream behind him, scared out of his wits. He pushed his movement technique to the extreme, even burning vital blood at the cost of increasing his speed by another thirty percent.
But Chen Qing's speed was even faster!
The distance of several zhang was crossed in the blink of an eye!
The Jingzhe Spear in Chen Qing's hand swept across like a mowing army!
This spear thrust wasn't a direct stab but a horizontal sweep. True Origin surged along the spear shaft, faintly revealing dragon-elephant phantoms. This was precisely the power application technique of the Dragon-Elephant Prison-Shattering Force integrated into his spear technique.
The spear wind was like a mountain range collapsing, the air seemingly exploding from being swung through, emitting a booming sound.
The elder had no way to avoid it. He roared madly, turning to thrust out both palms together, grayish-black True Origin rising from his palm centers, attempting to forcibly withstand it.
"Crack—Boom!"
The instant the energy shield contacted the spear shaft, it shattered like paper!
The elder's entire person was swept away by the tremendous force, flying horizontally and smashing through half the counter, then buried by shattered wood and bricks. His breath rapidly dissipated.
Two spears, two dead!
From when Chen Qing moved to consecutively killing two people, only two or three breaths had passed.
The last remaining Vulture Granny had already rushed to the inn's entrance at this moment. One foot had already stepped over the threshold, disappearing into the torrential rain curtain outside.
She didn't even dare look back, her withered body like a phantom, pulling out a blurred afterimage in the rain.
If given one more breath, she could completely vanish into the darkness and rain curtain outside the town. Then, using the complex terrain, she might still have a thread of survival.
However, Chen Qing wouldn't give her that breath.
Almost simultaneously with killing the elder, Chen Qing's left hand formed finger-sword, pointing remotely!
Myriad Manifestations Returning to Origin! Origin Piercing Thorn!
The invisible spike rapidly arrived, instantly entering the back of Vulture Granny's head!
"Ahh—!"
Vulture Granny let out a brief scream, her form stumbling. Her mind felt like it had been struck by an iron hammer. Severe pain accompanied by intense dizziness made her vision go black, her speed plummeting sharply.
Just this brief instant had decided her life and death.
Chen Qing's figure followed like a shadow. The Jingzhe Spear transformed into a straight stream of light, penetrating the rain curtain, entering from the back of Vulture Granny's neck and exiting through her throat!
The spear tip trembled slightly, violent True Origin instantly destroying the vitality within her body.
Vulture Granny's turbid eyes widened. The ebony walking stick in her hand fell powerlessly, splashing water in the mud.
She opened her mouth, seeming to want to say something, but only blood foam surged out. Then her head tilted to one side, her breath ceasing.
Chen Qing withdrew his spear. Vulture Granny's corpse fell forward into the muddy water, her blood quickly diluted by the rain.
He stood holding his spear, his gaze sweeping over the inn's interior and exterior.
Tumen's corpse was embedded in the wall, Di Chang fallen among the rubble, Gray Mane, Vulture Granny and several other Azure Wolf Tribe experts lying dead in various places.
Rainwater mixed with blood flowed wantonly on the ground. The air was filled with a heavy bloody stench.
All Jinting Eight Divisions experts had been eliminated, in merely dozens of breaths.
Clean and efficient, not one left alive.
The Fei family members watched in stunned silence.
Especially Fei Yuqian, though born into a martial Dao family and having witnessed killings, when had she ever seen such clean, efficient, almost artistic slaughter?
From when Chen Qing made his move to when he withdrew his spear, only dozens of breaths had passed. His movements flowed like clouds and water, without a single unnecessary motion.
That Jingzhe Spear in his hands seemed to have come alive, every thrust precisely lethal.
"So... so amazing..." Fei Yuqian murmured.
Fei Yuchen's expression was complex.
He prided himself on having considerable natural talent, considered outstanding among the younger generation in Liang Province.
Chen Qing appeared even a few years younger than him, yet his combat power and decisive killing far exceeded his imagination.
Chen Qing lightly shook the Jingzhe Spear, flicking off blood stains from the spear tip, and walked back to Luo Zhixian's side, "Master, it's resolved."
Luo Zhixian's gaze swept over the chaotic inn, his face showing no particular expression.
At this time, the still-shaken Fei family members gathered over.
Fei Yuchen took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and lingering fear in his heart. He stepped forward several paces and bowed respectfully to Luo Zhixian, "Junior Fei Yuchen of Liang Province's Fei family, together with my sister Fei Yuqian, greets Senior Luo! Thank you, Senior, and Brother Chen for your life-saving grace!"
Behind him, Fei Yuqian also hurriedly followed with a bow. Her pretty face was still somewhat pale. When she stole glances at Chen Qing, besides gratitude in her eyes, there were several more complicated emotions.
Luo Zhixian's gaze fell on Fei Yuchen, pondering briefly before speaking, "How is Fei He doing these days?"
Fei Yuchen's heart tightened, his attitude becoming even more respectful, "In response to Senior, my great-grandfather is in good health. He has been in closed-door cultivation for many years, his cultivation increasingly profound. He often still mentions Senior."
Luo Zhixian nodded, saying flatly, "If there's a chance, send him my regards."
"Yes! This junior will certainly convey Senior's greetings!" Fei Yuchen hurriedly responded, though inwardly waves surged in his heart.
Luo Zhixian then turned his gaze to Uncle Kang behind Fei Yuchen.
Feeling the gaze, Uncle Kang quickly stepped forward, bowing, "Junior Kang Qiao, greets Senior Luo. Earlier I felt Senior looked familiar but couldn't recall for a moment. My eyes were truly dull."
Luo Zhixian waved his hand, "We have indeed met before, at the Heavenly Mechanism Tower in Jade Capital City."
Uncle Kang's entire body shook as dusty memories were unlocked.
That was nearly a hundred years ago!
At that time, he had just broken through to the True Origin realm and had the fortune to accompany Old Ancestor Fei He to attend a high-end gathering at Jade Capital City's Heavenly Mechanism Tower.
The guests at the banquet were all giants from all sides. He could only respectfully accompany at the lowest seat.
Who would have thought that after a hundred years, the other party still remembered him, someone who had been just a minor figure back then!
The night deepened, and the rain gradually stopped.
"That Senior still remembers... this junior is ashamed." Uncle Kang's tone carried genuine awe.
Luo Zhixian said no more, turning his head to look at Chen Qing, "Clean up briefly. We're preparing to set out."
After speaking, he paid no more attention to the Fei family members, walking slowly toward the outside of the inn.
Wind and rain continued, yet couldn't approach within three feet of him. Rainwater automatically slid away, as if there were an invisible barrier.
Chen Qing acknowledged, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground, especially pausing for a moment on the Grandmaster Di Chang's body.
Walking the jianghu, cutting grass and pulling roots, naturally spoils of war couldn't be wasted either, especially from a Grandmaster expert whose wealth would certainly be abundant.
He first quickly collected the money, pills, and various potentially useful miscellaneous items from Gray Mane, Vulture Granny and the others, then walked to Di Chang's corpse.
Chen Qing crouched down, carefully searching.
Gray Mane and the others had several bottles of pills on them, along with some medicinal herbs aged twenty or thirty years.
In Vulture Granny's bosom, besides poison formulas, there was also a manual called "Hundred Poisons Hand Record."
In Tumen's inner armor's hidden compartment were two jade boxes, each containing a fifty-year-old Ice Heart Orchid and Crimson Flame Vermillion Fruit.
Di Chang's dark gold pouch had the richest harvest, a fist-sized Heavy Metal Essence with sharp edge contained within.
And most eye-catching was a purple box.
Opening the lid, a purple lingzhi resembling an infant's palm with blood-like veining lay quietly within. Its medicinal fragrance condensed without dispersing. Inhaling just a trace made the True Origin in his body slightly more active.
"An eighty-year-old 'Blood Pattern Origin Condensing Lingzhi.'" Chen Qing's pupils contracted slightly.
This item was a rare treasure for breaking through bottlenecks, enough to cause Grandmasters to compete for it in the outside world.
"A windfall."
Chen Qing felt delighted, quickly putting everything away.
A Grandmaster's wealth was indeed frighteningly abundant.
He gathered all the spoils of war, his movements practiced, his expression unchanged.
Watching this scene, Fei Yuqian couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes.
In her view, Chen Qing was powerful and incredibly talented. He should be that kind of aloof, proud heavenly prodigy. She hadn't expected... he would also be so practiced at looting spoils of war?
This contrast left her somewhat stunned.
Seeing Chen Qing finish tidying up, Fei Yuchen approached again, a sincere smile on his face as he cupped his fists, "Brother Chen, this time thanks to you and Senior Luo taking action, otherwise my Fei family's group would have faced grave danger."
"Great kindness need not be spoken of in thanks. In the future, if there's anywhere my Fei family can be of use, Liang Province's Fei family will certainly provide full support."
Chen Qing smiled faintly, "You're too kind."
Liang Province's Fei family seemed quite extraordinary.
The millennial families in Liang Province City and Jade Capital City mostly had extremely deep connections with the court, generations of officials, distinguished families. Calling them royal aristocratic families wouldn't be wrong.
Forming this karmic connection today, it might not be useless in the future.
Especially the Fei family's old ancestor that his master had just mentioned. For his master to remember his name, he certainly wasn't ordinary, definitely a giant hidden behind the curtain of aristocratic families.
Fei Yuchen smiled, then tentatively asked, "Brother Chen and Senior Luo on this journey, surely you're also heading to Myriad Streams City to participate in the Six Sects Grand Market? Now the road isn't peaceful. Jinting's Eight Divisions actually dared to infiltrate the heartland to assassinate, showing their plans are significant. Why don't we travel together? We can look out for each other?"
Clearly, after this assassination by the Azure Wolf Tribe, Fei Yuchen felt tremendous pressure and danger.
If he could travel alongside Chen Qing and Luo Zhixian, safety would undoubtedly greatly increase.
Chen Qing glanced at him and shook his head, "Brother Fei's kind intentions are appreciated. However, my master and I have other matters on this journey and need to go elsewhere first. It's not convenient to travel together."
He didn't explicitly mention going to Jiuli City, but his refusal was already very clear.
A flash of regret crossed Fei Yuchen's eyes, but he quickly covered it over, laughing dryly twice and cupping his fists, "If that's the case, we won't disturb you further. Brother Chen, take care on your journey! If you have time to visit Liang Province in the future, you must let me fulfill my duties as host!"
"Certainly." Chen Qing cupped his fists in return, turning to quickly follow in the direction Luo Zhixian had departed.
Two figures, one old and one young, soon disappeared into the wind, rain and darkness outside the town.
In the inn, only the Fei family members remained, along with the ground full of corpses and chaos.
Uncle Kang gazed in the direction the two had disappeared, lightly exhaling a breath and sighing, "Luo Zhixian... truly worthy of being the spear Dao Grandmaster who has dominated Yan Kingdom for decades. Di Chang was at least a newly ascended Grandmaster, yet before him, he couldn't even manage to escape."
Fei Yuchen also sighed, "Indeed. Being able to witness this battle with our own eyes makes this journey worthwhile. It's a pity we couldn't travel with them."
He truly felt regret in his heart.
If he could establish a connection with Luo Zhixian, it would be of tremendous benefit to the Fei family and to him personally.
Not to mention Chen Qing, this young prodigy of unlimited potential.
However, he also understood that such personages acted according to their own judgments and couldn't be forced.
"That Chen Qing... his strength is actually so formidable? I heard he's not very old, seems even a few years younger than me?"
Fei Yuqian couldn't help but speak at this moment, her pretty face still showing shock, "That Tumen had eight refinements, right? He didn't last more than a few moves under his hands... And when chasing those people, so fast, so efficient!"
She recalled Chen Qing's decisiveness and efficiency when killing, that startling spear shadow, those calm eyes. Compared to the young man who had been quietly sitting by the window drinking earlier, they seemed like two completely different people. Unusual ripples couldn't help but rise in her heart.
Fei Yuchen nodded with a grave expression, "Chen Qing is indeed formidable. The second True Disciple of the Tianbao Upper Sect, several months ago at the Dragon-Tiger Platform in the Eight Dao lands, he directly defeated Zhou Xiang of the Lingxiao Upper Sect. From what we've seen today, he's even stronger than the rumors! Among this generation's young elites, those who can suppress him can be counted on one hand."
Uncle Kang deeply agreed, adding, "Earlier when he killed Tumen, the spear intent he displayed and the degree of True Origin condensation, this old one asks himself, if I faced him, my chances of victory wouldn't exceed thirty percent."
He had eight True Origin refinements and was experienced. Once these words were spoken, the Fei siblings were even more shocked.
"This boy... his future is truly limitless."
Uncle Kang sighed again, then his expression turned solemn, "Young Master, Miss, this place isn't suitable for a long stay. Di Chang's death is an earth-shattering matter! The Azure Wolf Tribe losing a newly ascended Grand Lord, and the nephew of Di Cang at that, will definitely not let this rest."
"Although Senior Luo is bearing the brunt ahead, it's hard to say there won't be other retaliatory methods. We must leave quickly and hurry to the Taiyi Upper Sect. First, to complete the family's mission, and second, to report today's events so they can prepare early."
"Uncle Kang speaks correctly."
Fei Yuchen collected himself, "Clean up quickly. We depart immediately! These corpses... don't bother with them. The local authorities or the Taiyi Upper Sect's patrols will handle them."
The Fei family members moved quickly, organizing their luggage. Soon they were driving their carriages, galloping rapidly toward Myriad Streams City.