88: Qinghefang, Palace Master Han!

The identity of a Guest Elder of the Sect was not very core, so generally no one cared. Qin Feng was far from the Sect, and only summoned the Netherworld Bird after confirming that no one was following him.

The Netherworld Bird had become smarter now.

It landed on his arm and did not immediately spit out the letter, but instead looked at Qin Feng expectantly, waiting for the Spirit Nurturing Pill.

“You fellow, you’re addicted to eating now.”

Qin Feng reached out and flicked its head, then took out an Spirit Nurturing Pill and placed it in his palm, which immediately resulted in the letter from Tie Zhu.

In the letter, Tie Zhu stated that the Ghost King Sect was now greatly weakened, with its numbers less than a third of what they used to be. Ghost Witch Daoist had handed the Sect over to the Grand Elder and then disappeared, with no one knowing where he went.

At the end of the letter, Tie Zhu also mentioned something about blood spirit stone.

“Feng Ge, where did you get that blood spirit stone before? If you get such good stuff again next time, don’t forget to get some for your brother.”

“Come to Yanyu Tower in Iron Mountain Market in a few days to pick it up.”

Qin Feng took out paper and a brush, quickly wrote a sentence, and then placed the note into the Netherworld Bird’s mouth.

At this time, the Netherworld Bird’s feathers were somewhat green, and faint white light spots could be seen in its pupils. It seemed like it was about to advance.

Qin Feng was not sure if the Netherworld Bird was a Spirit Beast, but this fellow ran back and forth, asking for benefits, so advancement was only a matter of time.

After letting the Netherworld Bird go, Qin Feng steered the Wood Spirit Boat directly towards the abandoned blood spirit stone mountain range.

There was nothing much to do during this period. Cultivating in seclusion would take at least ten days to half a month, so it was better to deal with all these trivial matters first.

Flying in the Void Realm on the Wood Spirit Boat.

Upon entering the Jin Kingdom’s territory, his Divine Sense swept downwards, and he could feel dense piles of various creature bones everywhere.

Since the Hao Ran Sect set up the Taiyi Array, there was no life left in the Jin Kingdom. Even those who survived under the Formation had all turned into zombie-like monsters.

Countless Evil Cultivators gathered here, using Magic Treasures to absorb various Evil Qi and Yin Qi, and even using secret techniques to refine these un-dead zombies into Puppets.

Most low-level Cultivators did not have high-level Magical Artifacts, so in battles, the more methods one had and the longer one could sustain, the greater the chance of winning. These zombies thus became the new target for Evil Cultivators.

Flying over Qinghe Ward.

Faintly, many figures could be seen moving in the market below, with continuous sounds of hawking and clamor.

“This place will probably become a paradise for Evil Cultivators.”

Qin Feng sighed with emotion, then sped up and headed towards the blood spirit stone mine.

Although there were no Mortal people in the surrounding area, there were many Cultivators, and he would encounter Cultivators every three to five li, with Evil Cultivators making up the majority.

Whenever someone intended to attack Qin Feng, who appeared to be a weak and impoverished scholar, they would immediately sense his Middle Stage Foundation Establishment aura, and then scatter like birds and beasts, keeping their distance.

Playing the pig to eat the tiger, killing people for treasure… Qin Feng was too lazy to do these things.

Qi Refinement Stage and even most Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators were poor. Killing them for treasure might not even be worth one of his Talismans, not to mention it would waste a lot of time, which was completely uneconomical.

Only when someone was truly arrogant and insisted on blocking his path would Qin Feng summon his Flying Sword to cut off their heads, and then casually take their Storage Pouch or storage ring.

Thousand Caves Mountain was still the same, but many white bones had appeared around it. In the nearby abandoned blood spirit stone mine, figures could be seen continuously digging for minerals.

Seeing this, Qin Feng immediately frowned.

Those blood spirit stones were unformed and all waste, so why were people still mining them?

Qin Feng landed near Thousand Caves Mountain on his Wood Spirit Boat.

Next to him.

A young man at the third level of Qi Refinement Stage, shrouded in black Qi, was using a Magical Artifact to absorb the Evil Qi of the place.

When he sensed the aura on Qin Feng, he immediately became nervous, his gaze constantly shifting between Qin Feng and the black gourd in his hand, as if debating whether to run away immediately.

“No need to look, I won’t kill you.”

Qin Feng forced a smile at him, then pointed at the blood spirit stone mine and asked:

“Do you know what’s going on over there?”

The small Evil Cultivator was slightly stunned and stammered, “Th-th-that… th-that side…”

He kept stuttering, but after a long time, he still couldn’t explain clearly. Once interrupted, he had to start over from the first word…

Qin Feng was extremely frustrated and had no choice but to ask directly:

“Are people organizing the mining of abandoned blood spirit stones over there?”

The small Evil Cultivator immediately nodded.

“What are they collecting these abandoned blood spirit stones for?”

The small Evil Cultivator thought blankly for a while, but ultimately shook his head, indicating he didn’t know.

Qin Feng ignored him, carrying his sword box and walking quickly towards the blood spirit stone mountain range. If he hadn’t arrived in time, his own blood spirit stones might have been stolen!

Passing through a muddy mountain path and emerging from the dense forest, a huge mining area came into view.

A large hole had been dug beneath the massive mountain, and countless low-level Cultivators or ordinary people were acting as miners here.

On the open ground, countless piles of excavated soil were stacked, and many Late Stage Qi Refinement Cultivators stood nearby, supervising the work.

Sensing someone approaching, several Cultivators in charge immediately looked over and coldly shouted:

“Who goes there?”

Qin Feng did not speak, but merely spread his aura outwards, his Divine Sense, combined with his spiritual power, pressing down on the few people like a tide.

“Quick! Go… notify Hall Master Han!”

One of them quickly rushed towards a shed on the other side, while the remaining five took out their Magical Artifacts to be on guard, yet none dared to attack first.

Because the strength Qin Feng displayed was Middle Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, which they simply could not block!

Since they didn’t make a move, Qin Feng had no intention of doing so either. He just stood there quietly, waiting.

The Earth Spirit Ape was not by his side. If he killed them all, who would help him mine?

The more he killed, the more he lost, so Qin Feng decided to meet their so-called Hall Master Han to see what his strength was.

If he could win, the blood spirit stone mine here would be his. If not, then so be it…

Just as Qin Feng was pondering, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the nearby shed.

“A mere Middle Stage Core Formation dares to act wildly on this Hall Master’s territory? Presumptuous!”

As the words fell, a black mist instantly spread from the shed, directly enveloping the entire mine.

The black mist continuously twisted, and a figure seemed to be vaguely visible within it.

His eyes glowed with purple light, and his body was covered in black fur, making him look like a gorilla, appearing and disappearing in the mist.

Late Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation?

Qin Feng quickly determined the opponent’s cultivation level with a sweep of his Divine Sense, and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Qin Feng was also somewhat puzzled as to why the opponent looked at him with disdain.

Could it be that he also had very strong concealment methods?

When strong individuals meet, there is no need for many words; a mere glance can reveal the other’s thoughts.

Qin Feng formed a hand seal and flicked his hand fiercely, and the Golden Blade Technique instantly materialized, slashing towards the figure in the black mist.

In an instant, the black mist twisted into a giant skull that opened its mouth and swallowed the Golden Blade Technique.

“Is that all your strength?”

The figure in the black mist spoke with a mocking tone, crossed his hands in a defensive posture, and then fiercely pulled them apart.

Two black lights instantly attacked Qin Feng. The lights enveloped the bone claws of some unknown black beast, and two threads connected to their ends, making them as powerful as a meteor hammer.

When Qin Feng saw the pair of black bone claws, he was stunned for a moment, and then felt a sharp pain in his Sea of Consciousness, clearly having suffered a Divine Sense attack!

You, Tie Zhu! You’re so treacherous!

“Today, I’ll have to test your strength!”

Qin Feng’s lips curved into a smile. He flipped his hand and took out an ordinary Flying Sword from his Storage Ring to contend with it.