"Of course I know that Senior Sister is the bravest." Wei Qinghe looked at Qiao Luoning with a wry smile. Although Qiao Luoning was brave, she was afraid of ghosts and monsters.
Qiao Luoning stood aside, watching Wei Qinghe examine the body.
"She died from having all her blood drained."
It sucked all the blood?
"Could it be that the thing inside that sedan chair wasn't a person?"
"It's not certain that it's not human; it could be a heretical cultivator, a ghost cultivator, or perhaps..."
Wei Qinghe thought of Qingyu Palace and Cangyun Continent again.
Why would people from other continents come to Tianyuan Continent?
Why are several connected continents also linked by nine planets?
Does this foreshadow something?
"Having her blood drained, she must have been in so much pain, yet she had such a happy smile on her face until she died." Qiao Luoning expressed his incomprehension.
Even if one is addicted to pleasure, one will still suffer greatly before death.
"Let's go into the city too."
Wei Qinghe stood up and looked solemnly at the city gate.
"Where is the body?" Qiao Luoning asked, as she found an outer robe to cover the female corpse.
Wei Qinghe sighed heavily, "I originally wanted to bury her, but this matter is probably not simple. I can only ask the people from the Pill Guild to take care of her temporarily, and we'll deal with it after the matter is resolved."
Qiao Luoning also sighed, feeling it wasn't worth it for the dead woman.
Qiao Luoning took the Spirit Sect's token to the manager of the Pill Guild, who naturally dared not neglect the matter upon learning of it.
They quickly ordered someone to temporarily arrange for the body to be placed in a safe place. Qiao Luoning, a sword cultivator, would not kill someone in this way. Besides, Qiao Luoning was a woman, and the female corpse had many ambiguous red marks on her body, which had nothing to do with Qiao Luoning.
The alchemist competition is in full swing.
Because the rewards were so generous, quite a few people came to participate in the competition.
However, only Qi Cheng emerged from the Ling Sect.
Wei Qinghe brought **Fenfen to the Pill Guild.
As soon as I entered the Pill Guild, I heard a somewhat familiar voice.
"Fellow Daoist Wei."
It was Yan Chengde, the alchemist from the Pill Guild who had been waiting outside the City That Never Sleeps.
Yan Chengde was very excited to see Wei Qinghe. "Fellow Daoist Wei, I haven't had a chance to thank you in person for what happened last time."
"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me." Wei Qinghe smiled faintly.
Yan Chengde became more and more excited as he spoke, “Our guild leader learned that Fellow Daoist Wei had worked hard last time, so he specially prepared a small gift for Fellow Daoist Wei. Originally, he wanted to ask Fellow Daoist Qi to take it back, but since Fellow Daoist Wei is here, it would be better to give it to Fellow Daoist Wei in person.”
Wei Qinghe still wanted to refuse, but her pinky instincts kicked in, "Master, what if it's a treasure?"
"Fellow Daoist Wei, did you come here with Fellow Daoist Qi? Are you interested in participating in the competition?"
As Yan Chengde led the way, he casually asked a question.
Although Yan Chengde had never seen Wei Qinghe refine pills, he had heard from alchemists who had returned from the City That Never Sleeps that Wei Qinghe was skilled at alchemy.
Wei Qinghe felt that Yan Chengde was not only too enthusiastic, but also talked too much.
"Fellow Daoist, don't you know that I am a sword cultivator?"
Yan Chengde's smile was somewhat awkward. Of course he knew that Wei Qinghe was a sword cultivator, someone who had become famous in the sword cultivator competition.
Yet, he also believed what the people who had returned from the city that never sleeps said.
In short, he felt that Wei Qinghe was not as simple as she appeared.
How could someone worthy of the Venerable Fuyue be simple?
"Didn't Daoist Fuyue come with Fellow Daoist Wei?"
"He went to buy me roast chicken on the way," Wei Qinghe replied casually, her gaze fixed on the alchemy competition.
A hunched figure caught her attention, because ever since she entered, the hunched figure, who was wrapped up tightly, had been watching her.
Even from a distance, Wei Qinghe could sense the hostility and killing intent.
The other party wanted her dead.
She followed Yan Chengde to the audience seats without making a sound. Yan Chengde valued her highly and naturally arranged the best seats for her to watch the show.
They also had the finest spiritual fruits served as a treat.
Those in the Pill Guild who didn't recognize Wei Qinghe, seeing Yan Chengde taking such warm care of a beautiful girl, assumed that Yan Chengde had finally come to his senses.
"Senior Brother Yan, that girl is really pretty. You have excellent taste! Where is this...?"
Before the man could speak, Yan Chengde hurriedly covered his mouth.
"Stop talking! Are you trying to kill me?"
Who is Wei Qinghe? She is the precious darling of the Lingzong Sect, the one whom Daoist Fuyue would rather marry into the Lingzong Sect.
If Daoist Fuyue were to hear these words, he would be the next person to die under the ice sword.
However, to the members of the Pill Guild who were unaware of the truth, his actions appeared as a sign of nervousness and embarrassment.
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