In the face of absolute power suppression, they didn't even have the courage to hate.
How good it would be if I hadn't planned to take the Zhenyuan Seal, didn't go along with the Tang family, and didn't go to the Long family to seek death. Yuwen Feiyang thought so. How good
it would be if I hadn't believed Yuwen Feiyang's lies and followed him to Moyang Valley to ask for trouble. Yuwen Feihong, Shi Xiongqi and others thought so.
Closing their eyes, they shed tears of regret at the same time...
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"Woo..." A sword light flashed across the sky like lightning.
With the desperate roar of the monster beast, a ground-breaking beast fell to the ground.
"Master Gu, is my sword better?" A junior brother of Peng Xuanyi put away his long sword and asked Gu Qingxi respectfully.
The ground-breaking beast is a sixth-level monster beast. Not only is it cunning and brutal, but its attack power is comparable to that of the seventh-level monster beast. Many peak Nascent Soul cultivators have to give way.
He is a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and he only used a dozen swords to kill a ground-breaking beast, which is enough to make most of the cultivators of the same level envious and jealous. But at this time, there was no pride in his eyes, only deep expectation.
The reason was simple. Without Gu Qingxi's help, he would never have been able to advance to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul so easily. Without her guidance, he would never have been able to master such a powerful sword skill.
"It's much better than last time, but it can be better." Gu Qingxi nodded and casually swung the long sword back.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, a ground-breaking beast hiding behind and trying to sneak attack flew more than ten feet away without even having time to scream. When it landed, it was already dead.
Peng Xuanyi and others took a breath at the same time. They could see that Gu Qingxi's sword forced his cultivation to the early stage of the Nascent Soul, which was one level lower than Peng Xuanyi's two junior brothers.
But even so, the power of this sword was still so unstoppable.
"Master Gu, I don't know when we can learn such a sword skill." Peng Xuanyi said with emotion and envy.
"The way of cultivation is to persist. As long as you persevere, you will be able to do it one day." Gu Qingxi encouraged.
Peng Xuanyi and his two junior brothers were only above average in talent. If they didn't have a good opportunity, they would never be able to cultivate their sword skills to this level in their lifetime. However, their character and qualities were not bad, so she certainly didn't want to pour cold water on them.
"Well, we will persist." Peng Xuanyi knew that he was comforting himself, but he still said gratefully.
Those who are contented are always happy. They are very satisfied to be able to advance to the middle (late) stage of the Nascent Soul so quickly and to cultivate their sword skills to this level under the guidance of Gu Qingxi.
"Master Gu, take these three Xuanyou grass and seven Yueying Qinglan." Then, Peng Xuanyi and his friends carefully put away a few herbs and handed them to Gu Qingxi.
The ground-breaking beasts stayed here just to protect these herbs.
Looking at the herbs in their hands, Gu Qingxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Xuanyou grass and Yueying Qinglan are both eighth-grade herbs. For her, the greatest use is to temper the five elements of spiritual roots. In order to find these two herbs, she didn't know how much effort she spent, but she didn't expect that the Demon Sun Valley had them.
But now that the five elements of spiritual roots have been successfully tempered, she doesn't need these two herbs. If it's just for refining pills, she can completely replace them with more suitable herbs.
In the eyes of many alchemists, the art of alchemy cannot tolerate any mistakes. The recipes have been passed down since ancient times, and they cannot be changed at all, but Gu Qingxi knows that this is not the case.
The medicinal materials used in many recipes are not the best, but the easiest to refine.
After all, alchemists also need to make money and cultivate resources to improve their cultivation. If the success rate is too low and they lose money on every furnace, how can they make money? Who would be willing to practice the art of alchemy?
But she is different. With her alchemy skills and the powerful consciousness brought by the two Yuanshen, the success rate is not a problem for her at all.
Just changing the recipe, adding a little difficulty that is not difficult for her at all, can greatly improve the quality of the pill. Why not do such a good thing?
"You take it, I can't use it." Gu Qingxi pushed the herbs back.
"Thank you, Master Gu. We won't be polite then." Peng Xuanyi said cheerfully.
With his powerful divine sense, Gu Qingxi had found many eighth- and ninth-grade medicinal herbs in the past few days, and even found a few tenth-grade medicinal herbs. Except for a few that were useful, he threw all the others to them. They had long been accustomed to Gu Qingxi's "generosity".
"Xuanyou Grass!"
"Yueying Qinglan!" At this time, seven or eight cultivators turned around from the foot of the mountain not far away, and shouted at the same time when they saw the herbs in their hands. Their
eyes were surprised and excited, and at the same time, they were greedy.
Gu Qingxi was very familiar with this kind of look. In almost every training she had seen in the past, she would see such a look, and the result... was that she made a fortune.
But today she was not interested. According to the news from the elder of the Lu family, Zhuo Moying broke through the space in the Demon Sun Valley. Her cultivation has been consolidated, and the next step is to find his whereabouts.
The Demon Sun Valley is so big, and it is unknown where Zhuo Moying broke through the space. Fortunately, once the space is broken, even if it heals itself, it will leave some traces. Gu Qingxi is ready to look for it carefully.
"Let's go." Gu Qingxi said to Long Zaiye and the others.
Unfortunately, she didn't want to make a fortune this time, but others didn't appreciate it.
"Stop!" Before they could move, the group of demon cultivators rushed forward and surrounded Gu Qingxi and the others.
Without waiting for them to speak, the young man who looked to be in his thirties and had a pair of triangular eyes shouted sternly: "Hand over the Xuanyou grass and Yueying Qinglan in your hands!"
"And the storage bag, hand it all over." The other companions shouted.
Long Zaiye and Peng Xuanyi were a little confused: Is this a robbery? How dare someone rob a peak of the spirit? Are you sure this is not an illusion, or that there is something wrong with your ears?
"Did you hear that? Hand over the storage bag and the herbs in your hands?" Seeing their dull faces, the triangular eyes shouted again.
Long Zai Ye, Peng Xuanyi and the others all wiped their foreheads at the same time: It turned out that it was not an illusion, and there was nothing wrong with their ears. Someone really robbed a peak-level incarnation.
They had seen people seeking death before, but this was the first time they had seen someone seeking death like this.
"Who are you?" Peng Xuanyi asked.
After all, their Hengjian Sect is also a low-grade demon sect. Although it is not as good as the heavenly demon sect and the four great demon cultivation families, it has a certain status in Tiancang Continent and has a wide range of friends.
This group of demon cultivators are dressed gorgeously. The demon sects or families behind them should be quite powerful. They may have had dealings with their Hengjian Sect. Peng Xuanyi doesn't want them to die in vain.
"Why, you want to make friends? I tell you, it's useless!" Seeing that the other party was "scared" to death by his words, and sweating profusely after two words, the triangular eyes looked at him with contempt.
They are also demon cultivators, but they are so timid. Fortunately, this is the Demon Cloud Valley, and immortal cultivators are not allowed to enter, otherwise the demon cultivators will lose face.
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