The two men cackled.
"Kid, you actually guessed we're from the Black Cloud Sect, you have good eyesight!"
As they spoke, the two exchanged a glance.
"In this desolate wilderness, you, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, dare to unleash a palace-type spiritual artifact..."
"Who cares? This is the central area. Even if we kill him, no one can hold us accountable!"
"Kid...you're unlucky!"
The two of them, through their coordinated words, decided Ye Feng's fate.
And while the two were talking, Ye Feng decided the fate of the Black Cloud Sect...
"Kid! Remember to keep a low profile in your next life!"
Before he could finish speaking, a dark cloud was released from his storage artifact.
In the cultivation world of Tiannan, the vast majority of sects use flying swords for attack and destruction.
The Black Cloud Sect, however, focuses on cultivating black clouds, using flying swords as a secondary method.
The dark clouds are made up of grains of black sand, each grain of sand imbued with life force and divine consciousness.
It is even more easy to control.
Not only that, but one can also stand on the flying sword and control it.
From this perspective, it's already equivalent to almost half of a Golden Core.
Even cultivators from top sects wouldn't gain much of an advantage against them during the Foundation Establishment stage...
Of course, they are not enough to compare with Ye Feng.
He had already killed a Golden Core stage elder named Black Cloud when he was in the Foundation Establishment stage.
Seeing Ye Feng's dazed expression, the two couldn't help but let out cruel sneers.
But the smile froze before it could even bloom.
The dark clouds in front of them had just dispersed when they lost contact with the two, and then coalesced in mid-air into an iron ball the size of a fist.
An immense terror instantly enveloped the two of them.
"You...you are..."
Before he could finish speaking, an immense squeezing force suddenly struck.
"Bang!"
Two plumes of blood mist exploded, instantly filling a thirty-meter radius with crimson light.
Without pausing, Ye Feng put away the flying sword ring, then waved his hand, instantly dispelling the stench of blood in the air.
When he returned to the campfire and sat down,
There was no trace of the two of them left at the spot...
The door behind him suddenly opened, and Li Qinghe rushed out, sword in hand.
Was there any noise just now?
Li Qinghe looked around suspiciously, then glanced at Ye Feng, who looked completely bewildered.
"Um... I'm just testing out a spell."
As he spoke, a vortex of air appeared at his fingertips, silently shooting into the distance, exploding into a cloud of smoke hundreds of meters away.
Li Qinghe stared blankly for a moment, then walked over and sat down next to Ye Feng, forcibly taking his hand and hugging it to her chest.
He said in a somewhat low voice,
"You're such a genius... how could I possibly be worthy of you...?"
Ye Feng's eyes widened as he turned to look at her.
"Master, that's not what you said before... Even after I become an immortal, I still have to provide for you, don't I?"
Speaking of this, Li Qinghe playfully slapped him.
"I really don't know how you, with a mixed four-elemental spiritual root, managed to cultivate and suddenly get ahead of me..."
It's already at the fifth system...
But let's not add fuel to the fire now; Li Qinghe's tone was clearly serious.
Her last stand was once based on the difference in their cultivation levels, but now the situation has reversed.
It was also a thorn in her side.
A nouveau riche who constantly looks down on the poor will inevitably show humility when facing an even wealthier person...
Of course, describing Li Qinghe like that is a bit of an exaggeration.
She only behaved this way because she had carried the title of genius in the Qingyun Sect for too long.
In fact, she was already very brave in the process of the two getting along.
Four mixed spiritual roots... If there were no system,
That's probably another story.
Perhaps Li Qinghe died on her adventure while searching for treasure for him.
Or perhaps, she caught Yang Fan's eye, and the two were forcibly separated...
But Ye Feng was certain that even if he hadn't reached the Foundation Establishment stage, Li Qinghe's heart already belonged to him.
Ye Feng withdrew his left hand, pulled her into his arms, and said with a smile:
"Master, how could you give up so easily? I went through so much trouble to win you over!"
"I'm just worried that once I reach the Core Formation stage... you might suddenly revert to the Nascent Soul stage..."
Li Qinghe's voice was soft, but it sent a shiver down Ye Feng's spine.
Theoretically, this is absolutely impossible. Li Qinghe has already reached the tenth level of Foundation Establishment, and will only need to reach the Core Formation stage within one or two years.
However, Ye Feng only took half a year to go from the eighth level of Qi Refining to the eighth level of Foundation Establishment!
Such a rate of progress was only heard of in legends.
What ordinary scholar, failing repeatedly, suddenly achieves enlightenment and becomes a Foundation Establishment cultivator?
What kind of Qi Refining cultivator finds a legendary spiritual fruit and becomes a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator overnight...?
"Why are you thinking so much, my wife? A Golden Core cultivator has a lifespan of five hundred years. Very few people in this world can live that long. We are already very lucky to have been together for five hundred years... Besides, with more than four hundred years, are you afraid that we can't advance to the Nascent Soul stage?"
Li Qinghe stared blankly at Ye Feng, feeling as if he were radiating light as he spoke.
The purpose of the trip was to encourage him to cheer up and cultivate, but it ended up making me feel depressed.
She stood up abruptly, a determined look in her eyes.
"You're right, from now on we'll reach the Nascent Soul stage together, and then the Deity stage together..."
At this point, he glanced sideways at Ye Feng again.
"Speaking of which...when are you planning to bring your Hongling to see me?"
"Uh... well, in a few days... in a few days."
If it weren't for the matter of returning to the market town, his original plan was to do so within the next few days.
For now... it's better to take it slow.
To divert attention, Ye Feng turned around and took out a pill from his spatial storage.
"Master, do you like this?"
Li Qinghe wanted to ask more, but her attention was drawn to the pills in Ye Feng's hand.
"This is... could it be... a youth-preserving pill?"
The Youth-Preserving Pill is only a level three elixir, but its main ingredient is extremely rare.
Most of the youth-preserving elixirs circulating nowadays are obtained through exploration in secret realms.
This one was also recently received by Yang Xueling, and it is worth 30,000 high-grade spirit stones.
"You little rascal, just how much good stuff do you still have?"
Previously, Ye Feng had taken out many spiritual fruits and pills, all of which he claimed he had found in the secret realm.
But now that he's been taking out one or two items every now and then, Li Qinghe finally couldn't help but ask more questions.
As she spoke, she tried to tug at his ring.
Upon closer inspection... sure enough, they found the two rings Ye Feng had just acquired.
"...I remember you only had two rings this afternoon?"
Ye Feng had a headache; to put the ring containing the items into his cultivation space, he would have to go in himself.
Who would have thought Li Qinghe would be so impolite...?
"I just found this... I'll share one with you!"
Li Qinghe glanced at him suspiciously, but still took the ring and began refining it.
Unclaimed rings are easy to refine.
When Li Qinghe saw what was inside the ring, her expression suddenly changed drastically.
"Something from the Black Cloud Sect!"
"Oh no! The mine!"
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