429: Departure to Soul Clan King City

“Alright!”

Zhang Shun’s face was dark and unpleasant. He looked at the Storage Pouch at Qin Feng’s waist, forced a smile, and said,

“Junior Brother Wang, we are all fellow Senior Brothers. We just want to borrow your Blood Soul Curse to copy a Cultivation Technique, it’s not like we’re not returning it.

Besides, I, your Senior Brother, always think of you when there’s a good thing. I just told Revered Master that I want to take you to the Royal City to prosper with me, so how can you be so petty?”

How is he taking me to prosper? He clearly wants to kill me on the way and steal my treasures…

Although Qin Feng knew what the other party was thinking, he didn’t expose him. He still needed this person to sneak into the Soul Clan Royal Family. Thinking of this, Qin Feng forced a smile and awkwardly said,

“Senior Brother is right, I was too narrow-minded. Then I’ll go tell Revered Master, and we can set off on an auspicious day?”

“Alright.”

Seeing Qin Feng being so cooperative, Zhang Shun’s expression became even more amiable. He immediately gestured for Qin Feng to walk alongside him, and the two walked towards the Cangsong Soul Institute with smiles and laughter. However, his previous lackeys didn’t want to follow.

Everyone was conflicted, and Chen Xiaopang, who was lying on the ground, even showed a resentful look in his eyes.

“Why! Why do I give my all to Senior Brother, yet he doesn’t consider taking me to the Royal City!”

The anger in Chen Xiaopang’s eyes became more and more obvious, and the others also showed depressed expressions. When they participated in the auction at the Fire Dragon Merchant Association earlier, it was clearly agreed that they were borrowing Spirit Stones, but not only did they not spend any money, now this Senior Brother didn’t even mention it.

Clearly, he didn’t intend to return it.

A female Disciple said pitifully,

“How could Senior Brother be like this? He’s someone who came back from the Royal City, yet he’s swindling our Spirit Stones.”

“We worked so hard to Cultivate to the Core Formation Stage, and we saved those Spirit Stones by scrimping and saving with great difficulty. He just swindled them away, he’s really not human!”

The few people stood in place, at a loss.

A sneer appeared in Chen Xiaopang’s eyes, and he said to the others, “How about… we find a way to get the Spirit Stones back?”

“How?”

“What if he’s powerful? He’s just a Core Formation Stage Middle Stage Cultivator. If a few of us team up, we can deal with a fourth-tier Yao Beast. Dealing with him shouldn’t be a big problem. If he returns the Spirit Stones obediently, then this matter is over.

If he doesn’t return them… we’ll use the 'many ants can bite an elephant to death' strategy!”

When the few people heard this, the conflicted look on their faces immediately disappeared, replaced by coldness.

…

“Interesting, truly interesting!”

In the open space within the Cangsong Soul Institute, Qin Feng heard Chen Xiaopang and the others’ conspiracy from several miles away, and a strange smile couldn’t help but appear on his face.

Zhang Shun and Wang Sandao, who were standing nearby, were both a little confused.

“Junior Brother, Revered Master and I weren’t talking to you. What are you saying is interesting?”

Because the Cangsong Soul Institute was on holiday today, the other low-level Disciples had all gone home to rest. There were only the three of them in the entire courtyard, so Zhang Shun was very concerned about Qin Feng’s attitude at this moment, fearing that he wouldn’t go to the Royal City with him!

Qin Feng casually perfunctorily said, “It’s nothing, I just suddenly thought of something about Cultivating.”

“Junior Brother is so diligent, he will definitely gain the Thirteenth Prince’s favor when he goes to the Royal City!”

Zhang Shun breathed a sigh of relief and then exchanged pleasantries with Wang Sandao. Although he had long looked down on this Loose Cultivator Revered Master, at this moment, in order to smoothly get him to agree to Qin Feng following him to the Royal City, he had to humble himself and 'solidify' their Revered Master-Disciple relationship.

Perhaps he was impatient. Originally, they had agreed to depart early tomorrow morning, but now Zhang Shun changed his mind and decided to leave immediately, telling Qin Feng to pack his things and then take his flying Magical Artifact to the Royal City.

Qin Feng himself found Fire Dragon City boring, so he naturally wouldn’t object to leaving sooner. He immediately turned around and went back to his room to pack his things.

Upon entering the room, he found Xiaodie standing inside, at a loss, neither standing nor sitting, appearing very flustered.

Qin Feng smiled and then began to tidy up the books on the table. Xiaodie immediately snatched the task from him when she saw this:

“Young Master, just leave these tasks to me from now on, otherwise I feel useless…”

“Alright, just tidy up these things neatly, we’ll have to change places in a bit.”

“Good!”

While Qin Feng and Xiaodie were packing, Chen Xiaopang and the others also returned to the Cangsong Soul Institute.

As they passed the open space in the courtyard, they saw Zhang Shun standing at the courtyard entrance, looking left and right. In addition, the door to Qin Feng’s room was not closed, so they could just see a Human Race slave quickly packing things.

Even a fool could tell that they were about to leave.

“Revered Master, Senior Brother, we forgot to buy something just now, we’ll go out and buy some more things.”

Chen Xiaopang and the others awkwardly greeted Wang Sandao and Zhang Shun, then turned and left.

Zhang Shun didn’t pay them any mind, only anxiously staring in Qin Feng’s direction.

…

It was already noon.

If they delayed any longer on the road, it would be evening by the time they returned to the Royal City, and if he wanted to offer the Blood Soul Curse, he would have to wait until tomorrow…

Zhang Shun was extremely anxious, but Qin Feng unhurriedly put all his belongings into his Storage Pouch, then slowly walked out of the room with Xiaodie and said to Zhang Shun,

“Senior Brother, I’ve packed everything. It’s just that this Human Race woman is a maid I just bought, and I plan to keep her by my side. You don’t mind, do you?”

“I don’t mind, let’s go quickly!”

Zhang Shun took out a light blue flying Magical Artifact from his Storage Ring. After injecting Qi into it, the Magical Artifact immediately transformed into a blue flying boat, over a zhang long and four chi wide.

Once Qin Feng and Xiaodie were both on the flying boat, he impatiently piloted the flying boat to take off and escape into the distance…

…

In Qin Feng’s Divine Soul perception, ever since Zhang Shun piloted the flying Magical Artifact to leave the Cangsong Soul Institute, a few small tails had followed, and there seemed to be a Nascent Soul stage cultivator ahead planning to intercept them.

Qin Feng was slightly surprised. He didn’t expect these small fry to be able to call for reinforcements at the Core Formation Stage Realm.

However, Zhang Shun was arrogant, so it wouldn’t hurt for him to suffer a small loss. Qin Feng only needed to ensure he didn’t die before reaching the Royal City.

A moment later.

Zhang Shun slowed down the flying boat, frowning as he looked at a dark cloud floating in the Void Realm ahead. Qin Feng feigned confusion and asked, “Senior Brother, what’s wrong?”

“It seems there’s some trouble. You two stay here and don’t move. I’ll go meet him!”

Zhang Shun left a sentence and flew towards the dark cloud ahead, leaving the flying boat Magical Artifact hovering in the air.

“I am a person of the Soul Clan Royal Family’s Thirteenth Prince. If Fellow Daoist ahead has no business, please let me pass. In the future, I will definitely speak highly of Your Excellency before the Thirteenth Prince.”

Constantly mentioning the Thirteenth Prince, Zhang Shun’s negotiation tactics made Qin Feng’s brows furrow.

It seemed like he was speaking kindly, but it was actually a threat.

He truly didn’t know how such a person had lived so long in peace!

Indeed.

A cold snort came from the black cloud, followed by an old man with skin as dry as tree bark emerging from the clouds.

“This old man is a person of the Sixth Crown Prince. A mere Thirteenth Prince cannot suppress me!”