For the rest of the journey, nothing else happened. The weather was calm and sunny, making it an extremely comfortable trip.
"Senior Brother, the grapes have been peeled, please enjoy." The young woman jogged over with the grapes and respectfully placed them in front of Gu Changqing. Then she went around behind him and diligently began to massage his back.
Gu Changqing picked up a grape, put it in his mouth, and ate it with gusto, feeling very happy.
As for Ma Wanjin, he was performing Dragon Tiger Fist and Dragon Tiger Palm on the side for Gu Changqing to watch. He was mainly bored along the way, so he used this to help the chief relieve his boredom.
At the same time, Gu Changqing would also point out some shortcomings, and every time he casually opened his mouth, he would have a great understanding and benefit from it.
Several hours passed quickly, and soon, as darkness fell, the flying boat arrived at the Jiuhua Mountains.
Looking out, it's truly a vast mountain range, too large to be contained by ten basketball courts. Strange rocks and bizarre peaks, ancient temples reaching for the sky—it's the epitome of ancient Chinese style. (Don't blame the author for poor writing; they're really not very cultured, otherwise they'd just say "Wow!")
Holy crap, this mountain range is huge, absolutely enormous.
Before the flying boat even landed, Gu Changqing saw a figure.
The figure, dressed in black, exuded an aura of profound mystery. He stood with his hands behind his back in the valley, gazing at the horizon, seemingly lost in thought.
It was as if he were contemplating the meaning of life.
"Sister Lu, is this the person?" Gu Changqing looked at the young woman and asked in a deep voice.
"That's him. Don't let his elegant demeanor fool you, he's actually a hypocrite. Wait, why is he moving?"
As the young woman finished speaking, she suddenly saw the man fly towards the horizon, seemingly to do something. However, he was not flying in this direction, but in the opposite direction, as if he were fleeing from this place. In the blink of an eye, he had flown more than 50,000 miles away.
Fifty thousand miles away, a large group of people were gathered on a mountaintop, looking at something on the ground, seemingly doing something.
After the demonic cultivator arrived, he quickly entered the crowd and stared at the things on the ground.
Gu Changqing took only half a step and instantly appeared on the mountaintop. He first glanced at the demonic cultivator, then sneered and looked down at the ground.
I was shocked when I saw it.
On the ground, there was a fragrant green vine with a bright red fruit on it, emitting a rich aroma.
This is clearly a sign that a treasure is about to be born!
“Fellow Daoists, this fruit will ripen in just 100,000 years. Those whose lifespans are not long enough can go home. There’s no good fruit to eat here. In the end, you’ll probably end up with your soul scattered.” An old man with a white beard stroked his beard and laughed.
Although the old man was old, he was shirtless, and his chest muscles were so large that you could grab a handful of them. He looked extremely wild and full of energy.
As soon as he finished speaking, many people not only didn't leave, but stared intently at him and said in a deep voice:
"Fellow Daoist Lü, what do you mean by this? Even if this fruit takes another 100,000 years, or even 200,000 years, we are willing to stay here and watch over it. What business is it of yours? What do you mean by being sarcastic? Are you looking for a fight? Besides, you are already quite old. Can you outlive us?"
"Hehe, I may not be able to outlast you, but I'm doing this for your own good. Now that a big shot has arrived, we should stop dreaming of getting our hands on this fruit. If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave now."
The old man with the white beard chuckled, stood up, and was about to leave.
This new big shot is not someone these idiots can afford to offend. If they don't leave now, they'll lose their lives.
Unexpectedly, when he tried to leave, the big shot who had arrived blocked his way.
"Hey, did I tell you to leave? What did you mean by that? If I want this fruit, that's my business. I don't need you to tell me what to do. What, are you looking for trouble?" the demonic cultivator said coldly.
He was none other than the demonic cultivator that Gu Changqing wanted to kill.
"Oh, sir, I'm only doing this for your own good. How can you do this? Do I offend you by speaking up for you? Although my cultivation is not as high as yours, my magical treasures are not to be underestimated. It would be best if you let me leave. It would be better for all of us." The white-bearded old man raised an eyebrow and said with a gloomy, half-smiling expression.
"You're courting death!" The demonic cultivator was ruthless and didn't say much. With a wave of his hand, he slapped him directly.
"Heh heh, what an unreasonable demon! I was just trying to help you out, but I never expected to provoke you like this. Damn it, do you think I'm a pushover? Let's see your treasure!"
The white-bearded old man's face darkened, and with a flick of his sleeve, a golden magic weapon was unleashed against the wind.
Because the golden light of this magical artifact was so dazzling, for a moment no one could tell what kind of magical artifact it was. They subconsciously felt that it was extremely powerful and quickly moved aside.
The next moment, a confident smile appeared on the white-bearded old man's face. He stepped onto the magic weapon and soared into the sky.
They vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Holy crap, it was a flying sword!"
"Damn it, I thought it was something powerful, but it turns out it's just an escape tool!"
Everyone was stunned, and then they all started cursing.
A loud laugh came from the sky: "Hehe, you demon, you're nothing. I may not be good at anything else, but there are only a handful of people in the entire Eastern Continent who can keep me here. If you can keep me here today, I'm willing to give you my wife to be a baby-making machine."
The demonic cultivator snorted coldly, and then, for some unknown reason, his chest suddenly emitted a bright red light. A crimson arm, covered in blood, suddenly emerged from his chest and shot straight up into the sky, slapping a small black dot on the horizon with one hand.
"Crack!"
The tiny black dot exploded instantly, without even letting out a scream.
When the red arm retracted, everyone realized that the old man was already dead beyond recognition.
"Holy crap!" Everyone was stunned, a chill running down their spines.
In their perception, the old man with the white beard was a dignified Saint King-level existence, yet he was slapped to pieces by this demonic hand that burst forth from his body. Hiss, that's too brutal.
As expected of a big shot, he's terrifyingly powerful.
“Sir, we’re not trying to steal your fruit. We’re just keeping an eye on it for a while to prevent anyone else from picking it.”
"Yes, yes, that's what I was planning too. I hope you won't misunderstand."
Immediately, many people chose to take sides and began to fawn over the other side.
The demonic cultivator snorted coldly, picked the fruit, put it into his storage bag, and strode away.
He had his own methods to ripen the fruit.
Unexpectedly, he had only taken a few steps when a faint voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Hehe, fellow Daoist, please wait a moment. I have something to say."
Huh? Looking for trouble?
The demonic cultivator glanced back at him, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "So it's you. No wonder you followed me here. You're the one those two good-for-nothing young women sent, right? What, what nonsense are you going to spout?"
"Hehe, fellow Daoist, please calm down. I only have one thing to say: Fuck your mother." Gu Changqing stroked his chin and said casually.
The atmosphere around them froze instantly upon hearing this.
Anyone would be terrified, their face turning pale. Holy crap, is this guy crazy? He actually dares to insult the big boss?
Instead of being angry, the demonic cultivator laughed, turned around, and stared intently at him with his dark eyes, coldly saying, "Fellow Daoist, you have quite the nerve. Were you blind to see the bloody scene of that old man's demise just now?"
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