When Liu Yunqing was dealing with the monster corpses, Feng Piaopiao was particularly diligent in assisting him.

His hands moved swiftly, showing he had a wealth of experience in dealing with monster corpses.

In the end, Liu Yunqing simply raised her hand, and Feng Piaopiao took over and handled it first, without Liu Yunqing needing to intervene at all.

Liu Yunqing hesitated several times before finally holding back her words.

After Feng Piaopiao sorted and organized the monster corpses, Liu Yunqing raised his hand and gave half of one to her, then kept the rest for himself.

Feng Piaopiao was taken aback, then quickly waved her hand and said:

"No, no, no, you killed this demon bull all by yourself, why would you give it to me?"

Liu Yunqing raised her hand to stop her, her expression serious:

“I know you look down on these little things, but since we’re teammates, the spoils should naturally be split equally.”

"After all, the spoils of war in the future will not be limited to just one demon bull."

This statement means that it laid the foundation for how spoils of war would be distributed in the future.

Feng Piaopiao understood the meaning behind it, so she stopped refusing and only mentioned it to Liu Yunqing.

"Okay, but in the future, whoever contributes the most can choose the one most needed first, and then the rest can be divided equally."

Seeing that Liu Yunqing had no objections, Feng Piaopiao expressed her satisfaction.

Clearly, he never imagined that he would lose the priority to choose any spoils of war for a long time to come.

Once the allocation plan was agreed upon, the two put the topic aside and decided to find a new place to stay.

Along the way, Feng Piaopiao noticed that Liu Yunqing was in a good mood, so she glanced at him every now and then.

It wasn't until Liu Yunqing noticed his gaze that Feng Piaopiao brought up the old topic again:

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Zhenru, now that we're teammates, tell me about your fire!"

As Feng Piaopiao spoke, she raised her chin and looked at the broken arrow in Liu Yunqing's hand.

This was the final blow, the arrow that killed the one-eyed demon bull.

Feng Piaopiao had long noticed Liu Yunqing's powerful fire, but she wasn't particularly impressed by it.

It wasn't until this time, when the golden-red flames could melt even magical artifacts, that I realized I had underestimated Liu Yunqing's fire elemental power.

But aren't all fire elemental roots the same in terms of spiritual power?

Could it be... a strange fire?

When Feng Piaopiao thought of this possibility, she felt that she had asked a bit presumptuously.

"Ahaha, well, I was just asking out of curiosity. If I asked anything inconvenient, please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Zhenru."

Looking at the unusable arrow in her hand, Liu Yunqing could roughly guess why her fire elemental power was different from others.

After all, she had experienced the power of that drop of essence blood herself.

The difference in fire elemental power was something that Feng Piaopiao or others would notice sooner or later, and Liu Yunqing didn't think it was a taboo that couldn't be asked.

The world of cultivation is vast, and everyone has their own story of destiny. Those who can go far in the cultivation world, who doesn't have some extraordinary abilities?

Human nature needs to be guarded against, but there's no need to be overly cautious. If you get used to hiding everything, your thoughts will become unclear.

In her previous life, Feng Piaopiao died young, and she and Liu Yunqing died at the hands of the same person. Although this doesn't mean they can become allies, there's always a chance for them to develop their relationship, isn't there?

"There's nothing inconvenient about it. I draw my own qi into my body, and that's how spiritual power works."

Liu Yunqing answered in a calm voice, making it impossible to tell whether she was telling the truth or not.

Fortunately, Feng Piaopiao didn't care whether it was true or false. However, after learning that it wasn't a strange fire, she looked at Liu Yunqing with even more amazement, and even a hint of... longing?

Before Liu Yunqing could even frown, Feng Piaopiao spoke with utmost sincerity:

"Fellow Daoist Zhenru, why don't you come to the Shangqing Sect?"

"As you know, our Shangqing Sect has established itself in the Yaori Realm through alchemy."

"Believe me, with your fire, if you used it on those elders and grand elders, they would fight tooth and nail to take you as their disciple!"

Before Liu Yunqing could refuse, Feng Piaopiao's sincerity turned into smugness.

With one hand on his hip and the other pointing his thumb at his nose, he said:

"And I will become a great contributor to the sect's recruitment of talented individuals!"

"Hmph! I've brought in someone even more capable than Liu Yunzhao. Let's see if those old fogies dare to talk about me again!"

Liu Yunqing fell silent as she pondered how to politely refuse.

Sure enough, you can't listen to this person except when you're doing serious business.

Liu Yunqing shook her head, swallowed the words she was about to say, and focused on continuing on her way.

Finally, since they had not found a suitable place to stay and it was already past midnight, the two decided not to rest and instead sped up their pace to reach their destination—Xiaohe Ridge.

This is one of the most popular training mountains for lower-level disciples. Although it is under the jurisdiction of the Shangqing Sect, it does not restrict outsiders from coming and going.

This is also a tacit understanding reached among the major sects in the cultivation world.

Except for crucial locations or important secret realms that are fundamental to the sect, other places are not restricted from allowing other cultivators to train.

Therefore, Xiaohe Ridge is very popular among low-level cultivators because of its abundant resources and diverse but generally weak monsters.

Of course, the assertion that the monsters are not very strong is relative.

For Liu Yunqing and Feng Piaopiao, who are both highly talented but have low cultivation levels, it is still quite challenging.

Looking around at the people coming and going, most of whom were Foundation Establishment cultivators, Liu Yunqing turned to Feng Piaopiao expressionlessly.

"This is the place you said was suitable for us to train? Are you sure it's not a place to die?"

Feng Piaopiao scratched his head, his eyes darting around as he tried to salvage the situation:

"Hey, what's suicide for others is a huge leap forward between life and death for us!"

"Moreover, if we don't go in first, but just wander around the perimeter, we can avoid those Foundation Establishment cultivators."

Although Feng Piaopiao argued illogically, Liu Yunqing was once again persuaded by the "great progress" and immediately swallowed his words of refusal to go into the mountains.

Two Qi Refining cultivators were already quite conspicuous in this place, and seeing them heading towards the entrance, many Foundation Establishment cultivators passing by looked on with curiosity.

Of course, besides those who are curious, there are also those with ulterior motives.

Two Qi Refining cultivators dare to come to Xiaohe Ridge for training. If their cultivation level isn't fake, then they must be two big fat sheep on the hunt.

Immediately, some cultivators who had been wandering around the entrance followed without making a sound.

Several groups exchanged glances and even came up with a plan for distributing the spoils, but someone beat them to it.

However, those who got there first had different goals than this group.

"It's you! The wicked woman who harmed her own siblings and stole the belongings of Senior Sister Yun Zhao's mother?"

As soon as Liu Yunqing and her companion entered the entrance, before they could decide which direction to go, they were blocked by a man and a woman.

As soon as the female cultivator spoke, Liu Yunqing's expression turned ugly.

Feng Piaopiao clearly didn't know what was going on. She glanced blankly at Liu Yunqing, then instinctively put her hands on her hips in front of her, pointing at the two of them and saying:

"Who are you? Are you trying to bully the weak?"

"Wow, could it be that they're too weak and can only rob us Qi Refining cultivators?"

"If you're robbing someone, just rob them! How can you be so cowardly as to fabricate stories and slander people?"

"Fellow Daoists and seniors, come quick! Someone here is bullying the weak because of their high cultivation level!"

"Come quick! The disciples of the Tai Xuan Sect and the Wan Miao Sect are bullying the weak!"

When Feng Piaopiao's mouth moves, it's usually silent, but once it does, no one can get a word in edgewise.

No, that's not it!

"Shut up! You're not allowed to talk nonsense!"

"She's the one who's vicious! Shut up!"

The female cultivator looked like a delicate flower in a greenhouse; when Feng Piaopiao shouted at her, she felt both ashamed and anxious.

Seeing that Feng Piaopiao was not listening to her at all, and that people were indeed gathering around, she was so anxious that she lashed out with her long whip and lashed it at Feng Piaopiao's face.