Chapter 555 - 553: Hand Over That Girl
Chapter 555: Chapter 553: Hand Over That Girl
Su Qing eliminated him.
He left the Secret Realm.
He didn’t need to worry about Su Qianyou.
Whatever happened inside the Secret Realm should have been a trivial matter for her.
After all, she was a child who had lived alone in a temple for decades.
What storm had she not weathered?
Generally speaking, anyone who offended Su Qianyou tended to die easily.
But it was uncertain if Su Qianyou could withstand being hunted by a Tenth Realm Cultivator.
That was why Su Qing had acted.
The Pure Evil Flame could still be countered.
For instance, it would be simple to orchestrate an accident and have her die at someone else’s hands.
A self-destructing Magical Artifact, for example.
The entire Secret Realm could collapse. Would Su Qianyou be able to survive then?
Su Qing wasn’t sure.
He just felt that her Life Force wasn’t strong enough. If he could protect her, he would.
If she were truly gone...
...how could Su Qing continue to observe the behavior of this Standardization owner?
And what exactly were her abilities?
Aside from the Pure Evil Flame, whose full name he could see, Su Qianyou was surrounded by question marks.
Su Qing returned to the Flying Ship in the outside world and sat in the vessel’s upper chamber.
It was a single, massive room prepared for the experts of the Taiqing Sacred Land.
’I’ve entangled myself in karma once again.’
’Karma must be repaid, and it’s always difficult!’ Su Qing sighed softly.
He had no regrets. He felt that what he did was something he had to do.
He brewed tea to calm his mind.
And took his poison.
There had been a small problem in the Secret Realm just now.
But nothing major had occurred.
So, everyone was basically just waiting for their respective disciples to emerge.
Seven days passed quickly.
When Su Qianyou came out...
...many Cultivators looked at her with gazes filled with desire, yet they didn’t dare to make a move.
Because all the Cultivators who had targeted her in the Secret Realm were dead.
"You little brat! How audacious! You actually dared to kill my Direct Disciple."
A wave of Magical Power, seemingly capable of destroying heaven and earth, appeared in the sky.
It was a Ninth Realm Cultivator from a Demon Sect. His face had a strange, blood-red hue, and he wore a black Daoist Robe, his appearance exceedingly grim.
He reminded Su Qing of a certain Blood Cloud Master.
"Insolent!" Su Qing swatted a hand back at him, but the man blocked it.
"Hmph! Taiqing Sacred Land?"
"How bold of you to kill my Direct Disciple."
"Just you wait."
Qi Wansheng snorted coldly. "Old Demon Bu, treasures go to those who are fated to have them. Your disciple failed to seize it and was killed instead. Your Blood Transformation Demon Sect is truly pathetic, stooping to avenge a junior. If you want a fight, then bring it! My Taiqing Sacred Land is not afraid of the Blood Transformation Demon Sect."
Su Qing looked at Su Qianyou beside him, then back at the old demon, confused.
’Where’s your flame?’
’Can’t it burn people to death?’
’He made a move on you.’
Su Qing was very curious to know if the Pure Evil Flame could harm a Ninth Realm Cultivator.
"Why would my Blood Transformation Demon Sect fear your Taiqing Sacred Land!"
"My Direct Disciple is gone! If this brat doesn’t die, my quarrel with your Taiqing Sacred Land will be unending!" Old Demon Bu roared. His real name was Bu Shiyu, and he was the Grand Elder of the Blood Transformation Demon Sect.
"Hand over that brat."
Su Qing picked up Su Qianyou. Ignoring the furious Bu Shiyu, he asked her, "Qianyou, why isn’t your fire burning him?"
That’s right, why wasn’t it burning him?
Su Qing had asked it so bluntly.
"It is," Su Qianyou said, hugging Su Qing and burying her face in his chest.
"Tired."
"It’s okay." Su Qing patted her on the back.
Of course, Qi Wansheng couldn’t just hand over one of his own disciples as an apology for the death of a Demon Sect’s Direct Disciple.
That was impossible. Besides, he had witnessed Su Qing’s attitude.
If Qi Wansheng were to say a single wrong word, he feared Su Qing might just leave the Taiqing Sacred Land.
Qi Wansheng snorted coldly.
"Hmph, Old Demon Bu, in your dreams. Your Demon Sect wants to start a war with my Sacred Land? A war isn’t something you can start whenever you please."
"Don’t even think about it. The Righteous and Demonic paths cannot coexist. Scram!"
Bu Shiyu grew even more incensed. "HEY! Today, I will ensure that the proud disciples of your Taiqing Sacred Land all perish by my hand!"
"Blood Heaven Banner."
As the banner appeared, the winds surged and the world lost its color. The wails of countless souls echoed from within it, and a bloody killing intent poured out from the banner.
This was a peak Tier Eight Magical Treasure. How many souls and how much flesh had Bu Shiyu fed it to Sacrificially Refine this banner to Tier Eight?
Qi Wansheng’s expression grew grave.
Before Qi Wansheng could bring out his own Magical Treasure...
...a flash of white light shot past, instantly shattering the entire atmosphere.
The world returned to blue skies and white clouds, the tense atmosphere vanishing.
The Blood Heaven Banner shattered.
No one knew how it had broken.
Even Bu Shiyu coughed up a mouthful of blood, suffering from the backlash.
For a shattered Magical Treasure, the backlash was considered quite light.
"Who was it?! Who broke my Blood Heaven Banner!" Bu Shiyu’s anger was now completely gone, replaced by fear. He didn’t know who had acted.
That was the most terrifying part.
Su Qing had been the one to act. But he moved so fast that no one knew how the Blood Heaven Banner had been destroyed.
As for why he didn’t kill Bu Shiyu...
...Su Qing wanted to see how long it would take Su Qianyou’s Pure Evil Flame to kill a Ninth Realm Cultivator.
Qi Wansheng was also stunned.
He turned his head and looked at Su Qing suspiciously, but Su Qing’s face was cold and impassive, showing no change in expression.
Su Qing glanced at Qi Wansheng and gave a slight nod.
But that simple nod made Qi Wansheng feel that Su Qing was profoundly inscrutable.
Qi Wansheng suddenly let out a scornful laugh. "Old Demon Bu, what’s wrong? If you won’t fight, then I’ll fight you!"
Qi Wansheng summoned a longsword, which was also a Tier Eight Magical Artifact.
"Ninth Layer Celestial Cloud Sword."
The Sword Intent was as fleeting as a breath. It was time to beat a drowning dog; the enemy’s most advanced Magical Treasure had been destroyed, and he was even suffering from backlash.
Seeing the Sword Intent coming for him, Old Demon Bu was struck with fear and immediately tried to flee.
But the sword light still struck Old Demon Bu. Even so, he didn’t stop and continued to fly away.
He left behind the Blood Transformation Demon Sect’s Flying Ship, which quickly turned to flee.
The other Flying Ships gave chase, bombarding the Blood Transformation Demon Sect’s vessel with countless Magic spells.
Without the protection of a powerful Demon Cultivator, a Demonic Sect could only be reduced to ashes.
Perhaps there were relatively good people in the Demon Dao, but no one ever bothered to search for undigested grass in a pile of cow dung.
Su Qing brought Su Qianyou to the upper chamber of the Flying Ship.
Su Qianyou had fallen asleep.
’Foundation Establishment Realm... Reincarnation allows for such fast re-cultivation.’
Su Qing mused to himself. This little girl was too mysterious.
Su Qing snipped off a lock of Su Qianyou’s hair.
[Hair of a Pure Good: The hair of a Pure Good, possesses a trace of the Pure Good Rule]
[Synth-able]
...
But very quickly...
...the hair changed.
[Hair Baptized by Goodwill: Contains a seed of goodwill. The hair... also transmits goodwill]
[Synth-able]
Su Qing’s eyes widened.
’The hair... also transmits goodwill?’
’Did Su Qianyou notice him taking her hair?’
Su Qing couldn’t help but smile.
’What use is a Rule of Pure Goodness, anyway?’
Su Qing didn’t know, but he understood this gesture of goodwill. He gently patted Su Qianyou’s little head and placed her on the couch.
Then, he brewed some tea for himself and gazed out the window at the sea of clouds.
Before long, Qi Wansheng came to Su Qing’s door and knocked.
"Come in."
"Elder Su." This time, Qi Wansheng’s address was wholehearted.
With Su Qing’s combat prowess, calling him ’Elder’ was not an exaggeration.
He had shattered the Blood Heaven Banner in an instant; one could say he was incredibly powerful.
"I just brewed some tea." Su Qing poured a cup for him.
"Thank you, Elder."
"For an Elder like you to come to our Taiqing Sacred Land is truly our greatest fortune." Qi Wansheng began to flatter him.
Su Qing shot him a sidelong glance. "There’s no need for such pleasantries."
"I don’t want to hear them either."
"Understood. The Elder is a man of true character," Qi Wansheng nodded.
’Su Qing is a true expert. Of course, it’s best to listen to him obediently.’
Drinking tea was just drinking tea. Noticing that Su Qianyou was sleeping, Qi Wansheng also kept silent. He drank the Spirit Tea, gave Su Qing a cupped-fist salute, and then left the room.
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