57: Chapter 57 Harvest

"That really is a big secret." Pei Qingyun looked at Ling Ziwen with a half-smile, but the long blade in his hand suddenly quickened.

Perhaps others would covet this secret.

But who was Pei Qingyun? What he had always needed was not these things, but time.

Moreover, from the moment they started fighting, they had already forged an irreconcilable hatred; how could he possibly let the other party go?

In the blink of an eye, Ling Ziwen seemed to hear a shrill shriek from Hell.

A flash of blade light streaked by, and the long blade cut through the sky.

Accompanied by the shrill whistling sound formed by the wind pressure, Ling Ziwen's head was cleanly severed.

Immediately following, a large head fell silently to the ground, and blood splashed a trail onto the wall beside it.

Through the head, Pei Qingyun could see the unwillingness in Ling Ziwen's eyes. Until the moment of death, he still did not understand why Ling Ziwen had suddenly attacked.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm not interested in your secret." After saying this, Pei Qingyun let out a long breath.

The entire process of this battle went quite smoothly.

Apart from the time spent in pursuit, the actual fighting didn't take long.

But he was very clear that all this was mainly due to Ling Ziwen's unhealed injuries. Otherwise, even if he had achieved a Breakthrough to the Late Stage of Five Viscera, he might not have necessarily taken down Ling Ziwen.

Subsequently, he simply cleaned the blood sticking to his long blade and returned it to its scabbard.

But soon, he remembered something.

The most important part of killing someone is looting the corpse.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be unlikely for them to carry precious items on them. But in Ling Ziwen's case, it was highly likely he would keep precious items close to his body.

Adhering to the principle of "better to over-search than to miss out," Pei Qingyun bent down and patted Ling Ziwen's corpse.

Soon, he fished out an object wrapped in square cloth.

Unwrapping it, he saw a few pages of a booklet. Opening the first page, the four large characters "Blood Demon Arts" were clearly written.

Pei Qingyun was actually not interested in this type of Evil Path Cultivation Technique. Although Evil Path Cultivation Techniques could offer quick success before reaching the four Realms of martial cultivation, without exception, the side effects of these Evil Path Cultivation Techniques were astonishing.

Especially the Blood Demon Arts; before reaching Major Achievement, it required constant blood sacrifices, otherwise, after a long time, one's Realm would regress.

Of course, there were some Evil Path Cultivation Techniques that were not so bloody, but Pei Qingyun had never encountered them.

Additionally, once one cultivated the Blood Demon Arts, they would inevitably be besieged by the Great Jing Dynasty.

As a small third-rate noble family, he likely did not have the capability to defy the Dynasty.

Putting the Blood Demon Arts aside, Pei Qingyun continued to browse through the remaining booklets.

The second booklet was also a Cultivation Technique.

This Cultivation Technique was named Blazing Sun Art, a Yang-attribute Cultivation Technique of the Yellow Grade High tier.

This made Pei Qingyun very happy.

For some time, he had been thinking about cultivating another Cultivation Technique to solidify his foundation and simultaneously enhance his own strength.

But apart from the Thousand Blade Slash, the Pei family's martial arts library did not have any Cultivation Techniques that reached the Yellow Grade High tier. He looked down on ordinary Yellow Grade Middle tier Cultivation Techniques.

Over time, he had temporarily given up. Now, with this Blazing Sun Art, his strength could rise to another level.

After finishing the second booklet, Pei Qingyun read through the other booklets one by one.

Unfortunately, these booklets were all miscellaneous books or forbidden techniques that accompanied the Blood Demon Arts.

To Pei Qingyun, these were completely useless.

However, just as he reached the bottom of the stack of booklets, Pei Qingyun discovered a small porcelain bottle containing Medicinal Pills.

This made Pei Qingyun feel very pleasantly surprised. He opened the bottle cap and poured out a few.

Immediately, several blood-red Medicinal Pills came into view. After just one glance, he recognized them as blood demon pills.

"This guy actually has blood demon pills; he didn't dig up some old Devil Head's grave, did he?" Pei Qingyun thought to himself.

The blood demon pills were not ordinary Medicinal Pills; even in the Blood Demon Sect, they were considered High Grade Medicinal Pills.

It was just a pity that for the blood demon pills' effects to be maximized, one had to refine them with a Martial Artist's Qi and blood before consuming them. This was also the true reason why Ling Ziwen had Wang Yang consume the blood demon pill back then.

Besides that, the blood demon pills had to be used in conjunction with the Blood Demon Arts. Otherwise, the consumer would not be increasing their cultivation, but rather crippling their own cultivation.

This made Pei Qingyun feel it was a great pity.

However, such good things could be kept for now. Once the trade route blockade was lifted, he might have the opportunity to exchange these blood demon pills for usable resources.

After putting away the booklets and Medicinal Pills, Pei Qingyun was just about to leave, carrying Ling Ziwen's head.

On the other side of the street, a figure was rapidly approaching him.

When the two were less than thirty zhang apart, Pei Qingyun finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

"It's Qiu!" Pei Qingyun did not leave, but instead waited for Qiu to arrive. To him, this was a perfect time.

"Reporting to Old Ancestor, the mission is complete. Except for the two captives left behind, everyone else has been executed." Arriving in front of Pei Qingyun, Qiu knelt on one knee and respectfully saluted.

"Well done. Clean up, and bring this head back." Pei Qingyun smiled and took the opportunity to praise the other party.

"Yes, Old Ancestor."

Just like that, Qiu carried the head in one hand and followed behind Pei Qingyun, not feeling awkward in the slightest.

It had to be said that the Shadow Guard's efficiency was very high. Tonight's operation took less than half an hour in total.

Soon, Pei Qingyun returned to Yunlai Inn.

Kaiheng Town.

In a large mansion.

Chen Yuanba had just finished taking off his clothes and was preparing to sleep when a bird landed on the window sill of his room.

"A message by carrier pigeon; who would be sending a letter at this hour?" Chen Yuanba put on his clothes and went to the bird. He untied the binding string with one hand and took out the paper inside.

He was initially puzzled about who had sent it.

However, when he opened the paper and saw the content on it, he couldn't suppress a laugh.

"Hahaha, excellent! Finally, the great threat in my heart has been removed."

"I didn't expect such an unexpected surprise in the middle of the night."

Outside the door, the guards on duty heard this unmasked laughter and secretly wondered in their hearts. What exactly could make the Department Head so happy?

Just as the two were whispering to each other, Chen Yuanba's voice sounded from inside the room again.

"Someone come in." Hearing the voice, the two hurriedly walked in.

"Department Head, what are your orders?"

Chen Yuanba: "Immediately prepare a horse for me; I want to rush back to Nanling Town overnight."

"Yes."

After the two left, Chen Yuanba still couldn't suppress his mood at this moment.

With Ling Ziwen dead, the matter of the fall of Yuyang Town would no longer be blamed on him.

Even Ling Ziwen's identity as a Blood Demon Evil Servant could serve as proof for his promotion.

As long as he could be promoted to a higher position, given his age, it might not be impossible for him to catch a glimpse of the Six Bowels Realm in his lifetime.

A Six Viscera Grandmaster gains twenty years of longevity, breaking the hundred-year barrier. This is a Realm that countless Martial Artists dream of.

More importantly, a Six Viscera Grandmaster would not suffer from Qi and blood decay due to age.

How could this not make him excited?

The only pity was that no captives were left of Ling Ziwen's.