Exquisite Holy Land.
Another place.
Inside the guest hall.
Qin Lingxue held the sword across her knees, her back straight, like a pine or bamboo, a trace of majestic and vast sword intent emanated from the Mingshuang Sword, twisting the surrounding void.
At this moment, her expression was solemn, her eyes slightly closed, and countless sword qi seemed to linger around her, clanging endlessly.
The whole person was like a peerless divine weapon, cold and unrestrained, sharp and unmatched, forming a very strong contrast with her beautiful and extraordinary appearance.
Just then, a respectful report came from outside the guest hall.
“Young Sword Master, Elder Ke wants to see you.”
Hearing this, Qin Lingxue slowly opened her eyes, frost and snow flowed in her beautiful eyes, and the coldness had not disappeared.
She was silent for a moment, and after the agitation of the sword spirit subsided, she responded calmly:
“Please let him in.”
Squeak——
Soon, an old man with a long sword on his back walked in. His hair and beard were all white, and his aura was fierce and sharp. He was a powerful sword cultivator in the Spiritualization Realm.
Looking at the stunning woman sitting in front of the desk, exuding a cold temperament, Elder Ke’s eyes flashed with surprise.
It was only half a day since they last met, but the sword spirit on the other party was actually a little more refined, as if it could break through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul at any time.
You know, Qin Lingxue entered the Tao at the age of fourteen, and now in just six years, she is about to reach the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. This speed is simply shocking for a sword cultivator!
Unlike other cultivators who often change their magical instruments and treasures, sword cultivators pay attention to one person and one sword, and cultivate with their own flying sword. They need to spend a lot of time and energy to nourish the flying sword and comprehend the sword.
Therefore, although sword cultivators can break all methods with one sword and their combat power far exceeds that of their peers, there are gains and losses. The cultivation speed of sword cultivators is often very slow, and even the difficulty of breaking through the realm is obviously higher than that of ordinary cultivators.
With a demonic talent for swordsmanship, plus the recognition of the Mingshuang Sword as its master, Elder Ke can already imagine that as long as Qin Lingxue does not die midway, he will be the next head of the Liyuan Holy Land!
Thinking of this, his expression became more respectful, and he stepped forward and saluted in a proper manner:
“I greet the Young Sword Master.”
Qin Lingxue raised her eyes slightly, “Elder Ke, what brings you here?”
Elder Ke hesitated for a moment and said:
“Young Sword Master, not long ago there was news from the Holy Land that a young man came to see the Young Sword Master, and he claimed to be your fiancé.”
“What?!”
Hearing this, even though Qin Lingxue was as indifferent as ice, she couldn’t help but change color slightly, and the slender hand holding the hilt subconsciously tightened, with a bit of nervousness in her tone:
“What did he say his name was?”
Seeing that she cared so much about the news, Elder Ke’s heart skipped a beat and he quickly replied:
“That person said his name was Qi Yuan, and it is said that he was from the Qi family in Wangchu City…”
“Qi Yuan!” Qin Lingxue stood up, her plain white skirt fluttering, and the Mingshuang Sword also uttered a clear tune, “No, I have to go back to Liyuan to confirm this!”
“Elder Ke, you will attend the celebration ceremony tomorrow!”
After speaking, without waiting for the old man’s response, she lightly stepped on the lotus foot, turned into a sword light and soared into the sky, disappearing in an instant.
Watching Qin Lingxue leave, Elder Ke couldn’t help but shook his head and smiled bitterly, muttering to himself:
“I didn’t expect the rumor to be true. A hero like the Young Sword Master is actually obsessed with a waste from a small family. I thought it was just a rumor at first…”
Halfway through, he changed his mind and murmured:
“It’s also good that he is a waste with mixed spiritual roots. Mixed spiritual roots cannot build a foundation. At worst, he can be taken to a holy land to be raised for a hundred or eighty years, and he will die of old age.”
“Then the Young Sword Master will be free of worries and devote himself to the sword. Maybe he can even reach a higher level…”
……
At the same time.
Qi Yuan calmed down his agitated mood and said to Cheng Feihuang who was standing quietly beside him:
“Senior, I heard that you came from an ancient ruins. Do you know the specific location of that ruins?”
In addition to completing the system tasks, the Fortune Pill was hisThe thing he cares about most at the moment is this pill, which is related to whether he can return to the path of heaven in the future.
Even though he is still far from becoming an immortal, Qi Yuan has already experienced the benefits of condensing into a heavenly infant.
Now, even if he does not use the fourth level of the Blood God Four Refinements, he is confident that he can suppress Ji Tianpeng, who is in the early stage of the transformation of the spirit, within a hundred moves.
You should know that Zi Yang Daozi Ji Tianpeng is also a top-level genius in this world, with the strength to cross two or three small realms.
Being able to defeat Zi Yang Daozi proves that ordinary transformation of the spirit cultivators is no longer a big threat to him. It is simply shocking to say that he is fighting against the enemy across a whole realm.
If he completes the previous heavenly foundation and heavenly golden pill, Qi Yuan’s already terrifying foundation will surge again.
By that time, he believes that even if he does not rely on the burning blood state, he will be able to sweep all the cultivators below the refining realm.
In addition, he had a vague feeling that the innate talent of [Blood God Four Refinements] was definitely not just this effect.
If his own foundation continued to grow, he might be able to transform into Blood God Five Refinements, Blood God Six Refinements, or even… Blood God Nine Refinements!
Just thinking about it makes people excited.
In the final analysis, this world is still the law of the jungle, and strength is respected. As long as you have enough strength, resources, power, beauties, and even immortality, everything is within your reach!
Qi Yuan, as the Taoist of Taixuan Holy Land, has a high status, but this identity represents more of future potential rather than real strength.
For a future, the sect will do its best to cultivate geniuses and wait for the day when the potential of geniuses will be realized.
But geniuses who have not grown up are nothing after all, and they are not qualified to play at the table.
For Qi Yuan, it was not easy to live again. If he didn’t go to see the scenery of the highest peak in the world, wouldn’t it be a waste of time?
On the other side, hearing this question, Cheng Feihuang frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:
“The ancient ruins you mentioned is actually a huge space fragment. The outer periphery of the space fragment is full of terrifying space storms. If you don’t have the strength above the Hedao realm, you will die if you go there.”
“And for tens of thousands of years, our Linglong Holy Land has been exploring there, and basically has almost plundered the treasures inside…”
Old man Shi, I fuck your uncle!
Hearing this, Qi Yuan’s face was a little ugly.
The effect of the command spell given by the old guy was delayed a lot. If he hadn’t reacted quickly enough, it would have been almost cold now. Not only that, the promised benefits were also a poisonous pie.
Even if he could survive the space storm, the inside would have been completely plundered, not even a hair would be left…
Thinking of this, Qi Yuan immediately made up his mind.
Even so, you still want me to return Cheng Huang, do you really think I am that simple-minded fool Lin Zhen?
Return a hammer!
Even if I release Cheng Huang, I will not return it to you, old bastard!
Qi Yuan took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked expressionlessly:
“In that case, has your Linglong Holy Land ever found the Good Fortune Pill in that ruins?”
“You actually know about the Good Fortune Pill?”
Cheng Feihuang raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him in surprise, then nodded and said:
“Although the pill was not made, but I did collect a lot of materials for refining the Good Fortune Pill.”
“However, refining the Good Fortune Pill requires the help of a Pill Saint, but we currently don’t have a Pill Saint in our Linglong Holy Land, only a few Heavenly Grade Alchemists.”
“You can take the materials away. As long as we can find a living Pill Saint, we can refine the Good Fortune Pill.”
As long as we have the materials!
Qi Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the old man did not lie to him in this regard. There were indeed materials for refining the Heaven-Repairing Pill in that ruins. Otherwise, he would have really become a complete traitor.
