Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide in horror.
For some reason, this fruit had developed a kind of heart-to-heart connection with him, just like a spirit beast, and had recognized him as its master.
No matter how hard Luo Jianqing thought, he couldn't figure out what was going on. But he didn't have time to think about it, as he soon spotted Mo Qiu not far away.
"Mo Qiu!"
At this moment, Mo Qiu still had his eyes tightly closed, unconscious. The dark demonic energy continued to repair his body, like a translucent black cocoon, surrounding Mo Qiu's body. Luo Jianqing was horrified by the sight.
“…I didn’t expect you to be a demon cultivator!”
It all makes sense.
Why had Mo Qiu reached the late Jindan stage before the age of fifty? Why, having grown up in such a barren place like the Cold Desert Wasteland, could he have such a terrifying cultivation base? It was all because he was a demon cultivator!
Luo Jianqing felt very complicated and didn't know how to face this person.
Since ancient times, unless there was a war between humans and demons, demon cultivators and other cultivators have never been able to coexist.
The techniques practiced by demonic cultivators are so powerful they can plunder the spiritual energy of any living being. They cultivate demonic techniques, much like how Luo Jianqing stole the spiritual energy from the remains of the Mohist elder. As long as they are powerful enough, demonic cultivators can even plunder the spiritual energy from the living.
Demonic cultivators have always been unruly, willful and domineering.
Luo Jianqing didn't know how much blood was on Mo Qiu's hands, but he knew it was this man who had grabbed his hand without hesitation when he was trapped in the ghost quicksand. This was a friend! Not an enemy! Even if Mo Qiu was a demon cultivator, he would kill him on the battlefield in the future, not here.
Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing began to sit aside and meditate to restore his spiritual power.
After ten days, the cocoon-like demonic energy on Mo Qiu's body slowly dissipated, but he still hadn't woken up. So Luo Jianqing carried him to a cave he had prepared long ago and used the remaining elixirs and pills in his ring to heal him.
During this period, Luo Jianqing spent most of his time cultivating, hoping to use the blood fruit in his dantian to break through to the late Jindan stage. Besides that, he observed the surrounding terrain.
This was a very strange valley, not large, only two or three miles across. It was surrounded by inaccessible cliffs, their walls smooth enough to be mirrored. The very top of the cliff formed a dome, transforming the valley into a large house made of stone.
In the middle of the valley, there is a slowly flowing river of fire.
No one knew what kind of flames formed this river of fire. Even Luo Jianqing could not get close to it. Once he got within ten feet, he would be forced back by the ferocious golden flames.
It was obvious that Luo Jianqing, who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, would never be able to escape.
Another month passed. When Luo Jianqing took out his last Earth-grade third-grade Tongtian Pill, he had just injected half of the pill's medicinal power into Mo Qiu's body when he heard Mo Qiu groan and suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Luo Jianqing asked: "Mo Qiu? Mo Qiu?"
Mo Qiu, dressed in red, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Luo Jianqing with an unfocused gaze.
After living alone in this strange valley for several months, Luo Jianqing was naturally delighted to see Mo Qiu finally awake. He said, "Friend Mo, don't move yet. We were swallowed by the ghost quicksand and somehow ended up here. I've searched for months and can't find an exit. When you wake up, we can work together and maybe we can escape."
Mo Qiu was breathing lightly, as if he was circulating the spiritual power in his body.
After a moment, he looked up at Luo Jianqing and said, "Okay, Luo Jianqing, it will probably take me another hundred days to recover to my peak condition. When that happens, I will be with you..." His voice stopped abruptly, and Mo Qiu's peach blossom eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Luo Jianqing in shock, his voice rising, and shouted in disbelief: "You stole my Blood Spirit Fruit!"
Luo Jianqing was stunned: "What?"
"Luo Jianqing! You actually stole my Blood Spirit Fruit! You actually stole my Blood Spirit Fruit!"
As he spoke, Mo Qiu grabbed Luo Jianqing's arm tightly with one hand.
Luo Jianqing frowned, then understood instantly: "Friend Mo, I don't really understand all this either. When I woke up, that blood-colored fruit..."
"Luo Jianqing! You stole my Blood Spirit Fruit and even made a contract with it. I must take this Blood Spirit Fruit back!"
As soon as the words fell, Mo Qiu ignored his injured body and suddenly a blood-red whip appeared in his hand, slashing straight towards Luo Jianqing. His long whip was sharp and decisive, without any hesitation,
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