Two days later.

The boy walked out of Li Xian's house and returned to the eaves. He casually said to the Feathered Monk, "It must be some kind of wood-type spiritual plant that saved the woman's life, but she won't live much longer... It's a pity that such a natural treasure was wasted on a mere mortal."

The feathered monk sat cross-legged, and the pores on his body seemed to be breathing, with a faint light emanating from them.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the light outside his body turned into countless golden runes that flashed, and then quickly dimmed and became silent.

When the boy saw this, a hint of fear flashed across his eyes.

"Li Qinglin has traveled far away in recent years and has actually been to Laowan Prefecture. There is the Demon Valley and the Twelve Taiyin Secret Realms. Even the God-Transforming Yuanjun showed up a thousand years ago... With the immortal way flourishing, it is natural that there are opportunities there."

The feathered monk said calmly.

After these days of open "lurking", they have already figured out Li Qinglin's background.

Although he was somewhat surprised that Li Qinglin had such a profound fortune and his martial arts skills were as good as those of a foundation-building cultivator...

But that’s all.

In terms of mystery and longevity, today's martial arts are not even worthy of the immortal way.

For example, these days, even if they walked around in front of Li Qinglin, Li Qinglin could not notice it at all, which is a clear example.

“But speaking of it, that girl surnamed Shang… Senior Sister Shang is really lucky. She has been undercover for decades, and once she returns, she has become a favored daughter of heaven. If she can prove her loyalty and completely convince those old guys in the sect, she may still have a chance to compete for the next sect leader.”

The boy suddenly thought of something and said with a serious expression.

Upon hearing this, the feathered monk's lazy expression became much more restrained and he sat up straight.

"Lucky? That's not necessarily true... My Yuxu Sect made arrangements in advance and sent dozens of chess pieces into the three mountains of Qingshitan. But in the end, only Shang Xuan came out..."

The boy nodded silently without saying anything more.

Half a month later.

The two men turned into long rays of light, flew out of Li's house, and headed towards Feng County.

"Brother, the sect has issued an order that an evil cultivator has occupied the sect's 'Black Ink Mine' in Taiping Mountain. This time, let's see who can kill the evil cultivator first and complete the mission!"

The boy laughed and performed some magic gestures, making his escape speed even faster.

The feathered monk did not say much, with a smile hidden in his eyes. The light floating on his body suddenly became stronger, forming a trailing flame behind him. In an instant, he actually overtook the boy and disappeared into the horizon.

"Brother, don't leave!"

Seeing this, the boy looked anxious and immediately chased after him.

And in the Li Mansion, which neither of them had ever paid attention to.

Li Qinglin silently put down the bamboo slips and casually placed them on the table.

Open the door.

The two little guys, Li Langya and Li Langquan, were practicing martial arts in the courtyard. When they saw Li Qinglin, they put down their weapons and said respectfully,

"Great-uncle!"

Li Qinglin nodded amiably, put on his coat and tied a scarf around his neck to keep warm.

Seeing Li Qinglin's actions, Li Langya asked, "Great-uncle is going out?"

Li Qinglin nodded: "Yeah, I just ate, so I'm going out for a walk."

Upon hearing this, Li Langya and the other man nodded and didn't care.

After all, during this period of time, Li Qinglin always went out to visit friends or climb high places to enjoy the snow, so it was nothing strange.

"Will the great-uncle come back to have dinner with us?"

Suddenly, the cold snow outside rushed in with the wind and rain, so cold and grim that people couldn't help but shiver.

Li Qinglin replied with a smile,

"Of course, I'll be back soon."

…

The Peak

This mountain is located on the border of the Yuxu Sect's jurisdiction, bordering Luoshui County and surrounded by water on both sides. The mountain produces a special spiritual ore called Xuanmo Mine, which can be used as a material to induce fire veins and enhance the intensity of fire when refining weapons. It has a wide range of uses.

Therefore, the Yuxu Sect also attached great importance to it. Not only did they have special people guarding it, they also set up formations to disguise it as a calamity zone, repelling all mortals from approaching, and there was also a foundation-building master in charge.

But half a month ago, a foundation-building cultivator who escaped from the Partridge Cave, who was good at formations, started killing people and stealing treasures. He ignored the dignity of the Yuxu Sect and killed the Yuxu Sect's foundation-building cultivators who stayed here. He also provocatively occupied the mountain and mined the Xuanmo ore vein.

Whoosh! Two menacing beams of light appeared on Taiping Mountain.

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Looking down at the mountain below, the flames were still lingering, the settlement was in ruins, and broken limbs and debris were scattered randomly on the ground.

The boy was furious and said, "Where is Guang Fengzi? Come out immediately and get killed!"

The sound spread and echoed throughout Taiping Mountain.

Not long after, a young, handsome young man was seen flying out riding the sunset glow.

This man was wearing a traditional ancient costume, with a bun on his head and a royal blue headband. He had an elegant and peaceful temperament. Not to mention being an evil cultivator, many people would believe that he was a direct disciple of the orthodox Xuanmen.

The boy and the monk in feathered robes frowned, "You are not Guang Fengzi, who are you?"

The foundation-building cultivators in Huainan Prefecture are basically all known by name; they are definitely not the kind of people who just popped out from cracks in rocks.

The target of this mission, Guang Fengzi, was established sixty years ago and has reached the middle stage of foundation building. He has practiced "The Mysterious Listening Method of Swallowing the Python Tai Sui" and is an early second-stage formation master. The boy and the feathered monk have his detailed information.

But it doesn't match the young man in front of him.

The young man smiled lightly upon hearing this, and took out a fresh head from the storage bag. The head was still steaming, bleeding, and the muscles and blood vessels under the neck were still moving and bouncing.

"Guang Fengzi is here."

Guang Fengzi is dead? ?

The two of them showed expressions of shock, and suddenly a bad premonition arose in their hearts, and they immediately retreated a hundred feet away.

The boy slapped his storage bag, took out a second-grade top-grade red talisman, and held it in front of himself to protect himself.

The feathered monk made a hand gesture and his body suddenly collapsed and disintegrated, turning into countless rays of light. They merged with the light and disappeared into the clouds, emitting a faint edge that seemed to attack like a torrential rain if it found something wrong.

This young man has a mysterious origin and seems to harbor some deep malice.

After all, if he wanted to befriend Yuxu Sect by killing Guang Fengzi, he would have sent a message to Yuxu Sect long ago, saying that he had killed Guang Fengzi. Why did he have to wait until the two of them arrived at Taiping Mountain before revealing himself? The young man saw the two's reactions and shook his head helplessly.

"It's really chilling. I've worked so hard, but you two Daoists are so wary of me."

The smile on the young man's face gradually faded, and a strong, cold, evil and magical aura rushed out of his body.

"I am Chunji from Qingxuling. Please get on your way, fellow Taoists!"

Boom! !

Chunji let out a low roar, his eyes emitting eerie black energy, and a collar made from ninety-nine baby heads quickly flew out of his storage bag. Suddenly, the wind howled in Taiping Mountain, and the air was filled with ghosts. Ghosts appeared and surrounded him.

(End of this chapter)