"What I said is indeed the truth. The news from Qingzhou states that your Zhang Xinming has been captured by Ghost Ridge Palace Immortal Seed Su Jie, who is now demanding a ransom for his release—thirty million Spirit Stones. I wonder if you're willing to pay."
Qin ngying slowly spoke, revealing the truth of the matter.
Like Wei Qingwan, she was here to accompany Prince Wei Lanchen, showing him around Qing Province, introducing local customs, and showcasing her sect's etiquette.
"Oh, Ghost Ridge Palace Immortal Seed Su Jie, I've heard of his reputation. He killed Wei Ji. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xinming is also no match for him. Is this Demon Cultivator truly so powerful?"
Wei Lanchen spoke with surprise. Wei Ji, a Qingzhou Righteous Immortal Seed, often trained in Da Li City and was a well-known figure there. His adventures and talents often fascinated people.
But no one expected that upon his return to Qingzhou, news of his demise would arrive.
At that ti, within Da Li City, it sparked quite a bit of discussion, and the na Su Jie began to catch everyone's attention.
"He didn't just kill Wei Ji and capture Zhang Xinming; he also led a team and attacked a dium-sized Righteous sect in Qingzhou, making his na particularly prominent there."
When Qin ngying ntioned Su Jie, her eyes showed a hint of fighting spirit, saying, "If given the chance, I'd certainly like to challenge him."
"Su Jie only relies on the might of the Flying Magical Boat. In terms of strength, he can't possibly be a match for Senior Brother Zhang. When we rescue Senior Brother Zhang, next ti, when they fight fairly, Su Jie will only be defeated by Senior Brother Zhang."
Wei Qingwan was still defending her Senior Brother, unaware that her Senior Brother's soul had already been extinguished.
No one responded to Wei Qingwan, as Qin ngying and Wei Lanchen simultaneously raised their heads, looking into the distance.
"Such a strong Spiritual Power fluctuation. What's happening?"
With a sharp gaze, Qin ngying drew her longsword and looked toward the southwest.
"At least the Taoist Platform Realm. Uncle Liu, what do you think?"
As a prince of the Da Li Dynasty, Wei Lanchen was well-inford. Just sensing the distant fluctuation allowed him to make a direct judgnt.
"It is indeed the Taoist Platform Realm and is coming towards us. Be careful."
An old man appeared behind Wei Lanchen at so point. Clearly, he was a Dao Platform Realm Cultivator, specifically appointed to protect Prince Wei Lanchen.
"This is near our Ten Thousand Sword Alliance Mountain Gate. Who dares to be so audacious here?"
Wei Qingwan, with the lowest cultivation level, reacted the slowest. As she finally sensed the strong Spiritual Power fluctuation, the silhouette of the energy was already visible within her view.
Shush!
A resplendent glow, like a teor, swiftly escaped. It was the brilliance emitted by a top-grade magic treasure-level Flying Sword.
Through the glow, a vague humanoid infant silhouette could be seen inside, seemingly a Primordial Spirit.
Shortly after the teor appeared, a vast stretch of thunderous storm clouds erged, and within the storm, a massive shadow appeared.
It had a dragon scale-like shell, with two bright and vigilant large eyes flickering cold blue light beneath the lightning. Its six pairs of wings were like sails, and each flap stirred up gales, causing storms.
Pale, contorted, and enormous corpse hands twisted nacingly, its body blocking the sunlight, casting a shadow over the earth like a moving mountain.
A man and a woman stood on top of the giant insect, relentlessly pursuing the Flying Sword.
Seeing this scene, Wei Lanchen, Wei Qingwan, and Qin ngying all had their pupils contract; this was clearly a life-and-death struggle at the Taoist Platform Realm.
"Is that a Demon Cultivator?"
Wei Lanchen looked at the enormous flying vicious insect, its shape truly not resembling a good person.
Both Qin ngying and Wei Qingwan observed carefully, secretly becoming vigilant.
A Taoist Platform Realm Demon Cultivator, they had to be cautious not to be accidentally killed.
Demon Cultivators love bullying the weak and lack the concept of fairness. They especially enjoy wielding power against the weak, irrespective of reputation.
"I am Guan Chao Pavilion's Supre Elder Zhong Xinpeng, and behind is Ghost Ridge Palace Immortal Seed Su Jie, who killed Zhang Xinming and Elder Murong Yue. Allies of Ten Thousand Sword Alliance, co quickly to my aid."
At the sa ti, atop the top-grade magic treasure Flying Sword fleeing through the sky, the Primordial Spirit gathered its strength, letting out a thunderous roar that reverberated across territories, audible for miles around, including the nearby Ten Thousand Sword Alliance Mountain Gate.
"What, he is Su Jie, Elder Murong and Senior Brother Zhang fell in battle..."
Wei Qingwan heard the shout that spread in all directions, and she shivered, her face full of disbelief.
She carefully looked at the figure on that fierce insect. This insect indeed resembled the thousand-hand centipede described in the wanted notice, and combined with that excessively youthful face, Wei Qingwan's little cherry mouth opened wide, clenching her fists in anger: "How is it possible, how could Senior Brother Zhang possibly die, Elder Murong was at the third level of the Dao Platform Realm, how could Su Jie possibly defeat them."
"So that's how it is, Su Jie has already broken through the Dao Platform Realm, no wonder...."
Qin ngying muttered to herself, no wonder Zhang Xinming was captured directly, but even so, Qin ngying's heart was trendously shocked.
A breakthrough in the Dao Platform Realm is no easy feat, let alone Su Jie, who after his breakthrough, even killed the third-level Dao Platform Realm Elder of the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance, Qin ngying.
As for the authenticity in this matter, Qin ngying is not an inexperienced Loose Cultivator, that top-grade magic treasure Flying Sword cannot be fake, and she has heard of Zhong Xinpeng's reputation. Fire Cloud Palace and Guan Chao Pavilion are mortal enemies, as an Immortal Seed of Fire Cloud Palace, the sect elders often brief her on the situation with their nesis.
Now, Zhong Xinpeng, a fourth-level cultivator of the Dao Platform Realm, was chased to the point where only his Primordial Spirit fled, a testant to Su Jie's terrifying power.
The thought of wanting to challenge Su Jie, a renowned Demon Cultivator in Qingzhou, instantly dissipated like smoke.
She knew she did not have the qualifications for a head-on battle with Su Jie, she was self-aware.
"The Demon Path in Qingzhou is this ruthless! It's even more outrageous than the Demon Path in Chongzhou, brazenly pursuing righteous cultivators in broad daylight, especially Dao Platform Realm cultivators."
Wei Lanchen's eyes flickered, even in the Da Li Dynasty where the Demon Path is most prosperous in Chongzhou, such occurrences are extrely rare.
"Elder Zhong, you think you can escape after offending and want the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance to save you, wishful thinking, even if the King of Heaven himself ca today, your life is mine."
From the sky, once again ca a thunderous tremor.
Accompanied by the rampage of roaring thunder, hundreds of Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder struck, repeatedly hitting that top-grade magic treasure Flying Sword.
The Flying Sword was blasted down from the sky, landing right into the waters of the Luochuan River.
The next mont, a shadow engulfed the boat, and the thousand-hand centipede descended from the sky, blocking the sunlight entirely with its wings, whipping up turbulent winds that rocked the boat up and down, causing people on the boat to sway and stumble.
Su Jie landed on the river's surface, reaching out with his right hand.
Tens of thousands of pale corpse hand surged, forming a gigantic hand as if to cover both sides of the Luochuan River, and grabbed into the river itself.
Boom!
The Luochuan River boiled as countless waters and silt were displaced, a brilliant Flying Sword was captured, still struggling continuously, it was impressively that top-grade magic treasure, the Divine Firm Sword, with Zhong Xinpeng's broken Primordial Spirit attached to it, firmly pinched by Su Jie, with no way to escape.
"I am the Supre Elder of Guan Chao Pavilion, you Su Jie..."
Zhong Xinpeng looked at Su Jie in fear, still trying to bring up his background.
But Su Jie gave him no chance, with a grasp like a millstone, his broken Primordial Spirit was like a bubble being burst, utterly crushed, then absorbed into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner held by Han Ruyan.
A powerful figure at the fourth level of the Dao Platform Realm had fallen by Su Jie's hand.
"So much nonsense."
Su Jie shook his hand, looking at the gradually calming Divine Firm Sword, delightfully placed it in his palm, examined it up and down, and grinned: "A good sword, a good sword indeed!"
Gulp!
The boat rocked violently in the churning river waters, on the deck, Wei Qingwan swallowed, watching Su Jie who descended from the thousand-hand centipede, stepping on the river surface with mighty and fierce power, her eyes widened.
Even though she knew this was the murderer of Senior Brother Zhang and Elder Murong, she couldn't muster any anger, instead, a chill spread through her body, as fear blossod in her heart.
"So strong!"
This was Qin ngying's only thought at the mont, Su Jie's strength made her, a genius from Qing Province, feel a pressure as heavy as a mountain, they were not on the sa level.
The elder surnad Liu unobtrusively blocked in front of Wei Lanchen, his face solemn as he stared at Su Jie.
Wei Lanchen nonchalantly looked at Su Jie, instinctively touching the gold-plated bracelet on his hand, only this Innate Spiritual Object gave him a little peace of mind.
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