91: Chapter 91 Three moves to annihilate a Qi Refining Stage 12!

After leaving the Yunxing Abyss canyon, Qi Yang did not return directly to the Xuantian Sect.

He attached a high-grade divine mobility talisman, pushed his breath-concealing technique to the limit, and fled a full hundred miles away through the wilderness.

Just as he was about to enter a dense forest on the outskirts of a market town mixed with Mortals and low-level Loose Cultivators, Qi Yang's footsteps suddenly slowed down.

Relying on the Five Poisons Nourishing Spirit Art's abnormal perception of the surrounding aura, he keenly sensed that about three li behind him, a covert aura was biting onto him relentlessly like bone-gnawing maggots.

"Being tracked?"

Qi Yang frowned slightly, rapidly reviewing every detail from before in his mind.

Very quickly, he locked onto the cause.

When contending for the earth vein spirit milk in the core hall, he had briefly used the five elements ring to conceal his aura.

As a tier-2 Magical Artifact fragment, although the five elements ring was suppressed by his Poison Wood Spiritual Power, it still leaked a trace of weak Five Elements aura.

The person tracking him was obviously an expert proficient in some kind of tracking secret technique, actually relying on this faint, elusive aura to tail him all the way here.

Qi Yang's gaze turned cold.

He did not panic and accelerate his escape, nor did he immediately turn around to meet the enemy; instead, like an oblivious old Loose Cultivator, he slowly walked into the dense forest on the outskirts of the market town ahead.

This dense forest was the mandatory path for Loose Cultivators to enter the market town, shrouded year-round in a layer of faint miasma.

Occasionally, a few Mortal Martial Artists carrying bamboo baskets and entering the mountains to gather medicine could be seen around.

With a complex environment and mixed auras, it was precisely the supreme place for murder, pillaging, and destroying corpses without a trace.

Qi Yang walked deep into the dense forest and stopped under a towering ancient tree.

He no longer disguised himself, and his originally hunchbacked spine instantly straightened up.

He turned around, looking coldly into the fog behind him.

"Following for so long, aren't you tired? Get out here."

Qi Yang's voice was flat, yet it exuded a bone-chilling coldness.

The fog rolled for a while, and a middle-aged Cultivator wearing cyan feather garments with a gloomy expression walked out slowly.

The compass in his hand was emitting a faint cyan light, and the needle pointed rigidly at Qi Yang.

Qingyu Sect Deacon, Qi Condensation 12th Layer!

"Old fellow, your perception is not weak after all."

The middle-aged deacon sneered, looking at Qi Yang as if looking at a dead person.

"In the ruins, I already felt something was wrong with you. How could a Qi Condensation 8th Layer trash survive in that level of melee? Hand over what you stole in the hall, and I will grant you a swift death."

He did not believe at all that Qi Yang had the strength to resist.

A Qi Condensation 8th Layer Loose Cultivator, in front of him, a top expert at the Qi Condensation 12th Layer, was merely an ant that could be crushed to death with a flick of his hand.

"Want my things? Then see if your life is hard enough."

Qi Yang was too lazy to even speak a word of nonsense.

He stomped fiercely with his foot, and a covert spiritual power fluctuation spread along the ground.

Boom!

The ground within a radius of ten zhang suddenly exploded, and countless dark green columns of poisonous gas soared into the sky, instantly forming a dead-end highly poisonous cage!

This was the instant poison Formation that Qi Yang had secretly laid out when he stopped: the Thousand Poisons Binding Killing Formation.

"Insignificant tricks!"

The Qingyu Sect Deacon showed disdain, and a dazzling layer of cyan Protective Aura suddenly erupted from his body.

The long sword in his hand was unsheathed, bringing up a fierce sword radiance several zhang long, attempting to directly cleave open the poison Formation.

However, when his sword radiance contacted that dark green poisonous gas, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, not even stirring up a splash.

"This poisonous gas... how could it be so pure!"

The deacon's expression changed wildly, and he was shocked to find that the moment his Protective Aura contacted the poisonous gas, it actually emitted a harsh corrosive sound and was dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power purified by the star fruit had reached an appalling degree of corrosiveness, which was simply not something ordinary Qi Condensation 12th Layer Protective Aura could resist.

"First move."

Qi Yang's cold voice sounded within the poison fog.

Flipping his wrist, the five elements ring fragment erupted with a dazzling five-colored poisonous light.

Driven by the liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power, the five elements ring transformed into a stream of light, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, and fiercely smashed onto the deacon's tottering Protective Aura.

Snap!

The Protective Aura shattered with a roar.

The deacon violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock and despair.

"You are not Qi Condensation 8th Layer! You are..."

He just wanted to beg for mercy, but Qi Yang didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"Second move."

Qi Yang's figure was like lightning as he closed in.

The fingertips of his withered fingers lingered with a drop of liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power condensed to the extreme, piercing precisely into the deacon's throat.

Siss!

The venom entered the body, rapidly circulating through the whole body along the blood.

"Uh..."

The deacon's eyes bulged sharply, and a strange clucking sound came from his throat.

In just three breaths of time, his formidable Physical Body completely collapsed under the dual toxicity of extreme cold and corrosion, turning into a pool of foul-smelling yellow water steaming with white smoke.

Three moves to obliterate the Qi Condensation 12th Layer!

Qi Yang looked expressionlessly at the yellow water on the ground, skillfully using spiritual power to scoop up the intact Storage Pouch.

Afterwards, he pulled out a small jade bottle from his bosom, sprinkled a few drops of corpse-dissolving water, and completely wiped away the last bit of trace at the scene.

Qi Yang put away the five elements ring and patted the dust off his body.

He did not linger long in the dense forest, turning into a gray afterimage as he sped away in the direction of the Xuantian Sect.

...

Qi Yang returned to the Nether Grass Field.

As soon as he returned to his dilapidated thatched cottage, he immediately activated all the isolation Formations around it.

After confirming safety, he fiercely patted his chest and dry-heaved, spitting a "stone" wrapped tightly in Poison Wood Spiritual Power out of his mouth, which landed on the bronze stone platform.

Withdrawing the Poison Wood Spiritual Power, that high-grade Storage Pouch was revealed intact.

Qi Yang let out a long turbid breath, dumping everything inside the Storage Pouch out in one go.

Top-grade starlight sand, one hundred twenty High-Grade Spirit Stones, three warm jade boxes containing star fruit, and that jade bottle containing five drops of earth vein spirit milk.

Looking at these heavy treasures that were enough to stir up bloody storms in the outside world, Qi Yang's withered face finally revealed a satisfied smile.

"Wealth should not be flaunted. Except for breaking through, these things must never see the light of day."

Qi Yang deftly classified these heavy treasures, properly hiding them in the secret compartment at the deepest part of the underground secret room, and sealed them with a triple poison Formation.

After finishing all this, he took off his night-walker clothes, changed into that dirt-stained hemp garment, washed away the disguise on his face with clean water, and transformed back into the hundred-year-old old handyman lingering on his last breaths in the Nether Grass Field.

A few days later, a soft sound of footsteps came from outside the Nether Grass Field.

Su Qinghan in a moon-white long dress pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

The aura on her body was deeper than before going to the Yunxing Abyss, and her originally fierce Sword Intent had completely retracted at this moment, making her whole person look like an peerless divine weapon hidden in its scabbard.

Qi Yang was hunchbacked and drying nether grass in the courtyard. Seeing Su Qinghan, he immediately put down his work and greeted her with a smiling face: "The Fairy has returned safely, this old man's hanging heart can finally be put at ease."

Su Qinghan looked at Qi Yang's wrinkly face and frail physique that would fall at a puff of wind, a trace of complexity flashing in her eyes.

She sat down by the stone table in the courtyard, unprecedentedly taking the initiative to pour two cups of coarse tea, pushing one of the cups in front of Qi Yang.

"Sit, no need to be constrained."

Su Qinghan's voice was cold and clear, but it had shed its usual aloofness of keeping people a thousand miles away.

Qi Yang sat down opposite the stone table in trepidation, holding the teacup with both hands and taking a cautious sip.

"This Yunxing Abyss ruin was extremely perilous."

Su Qinghan's gaze watched the floating tea leaves in the cup, recounting what she saw and heard in the ruins in a calm tone.

She mentioned the siege by the Qingyu Sect, the overbearingness of Ye Hongyu from Ziyang Valley, and finally, her tone became incomparably solemn.

"The most dangerous ones are not the Prodigy of the Three Major Sects, but a Loose Cultivator."

Su Qinghan raised her eyes, staring straight into Qi Yang's eyes.

"That person calls himself Old Ghost Yin, proficient in tyrannical poison techniques. He acts ruthlessly, directly detonating a half-step tier-2 stone puppet in the Ancient Medicine Garden without even blinking an eyelid."

Qi Yang's hand holding the teacup shook slightly, and he coughed violently twice, as if frightened by this name.

"This... could there be such a ferocious Devil Head in this world? Fairy, you must stay far away from such a person!"

Su Qinghan looked at Qi Yang's shivering appearance and shook her head.

"He is not a Devil Head, he only talks about transactions. I used a Xuanwu star rock in exchange for a top-grade detoxifying pill from him, just to preserve my sword foundation."

"This person is very dangerous, but also very calm. If you encounter such a person outside in the future, this old bones of yours won't even have a chance to run for your life."

On the surface, Qi Yang nodded and agreed repeatedly, but secretly chuckled in his heart.

This lass is indeed sharp, but she would never think in her life that the cold-blooded Old Ghost Yin who kills without blinking is the old man drinking coarse tea sitting right in front of her.