Qin Yue got a novel mount, and he got a quiet rest; it was truly the best of both worlds.
As for whether Senior Sister would come chasing with her sword after discovering the truth… *cough*, the Kirin would take her far away then.
Qing Feng's nonchalant demeanor secretly startled Yan Yi. This Kirin possessed the bloodline of an ancient spiritual beast; upon reaching adulthood, it would have the power of a Golden Core Ninth Level, and if it had enough opportunities, breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm was not a fantasy.
What was even more rare was that this type of exotic beast did not need to kill to prove its Dao; it could naturally grow to its peak simply by nurturing its bloodline, like a child growing into a strong man, which was a matter of course. This kind of talent could be called heaven-defying.
With slender fingers gently stroking the young beast's glossy fur, Yan Yi suddenly understood why Qin Yue always had a soft spot for this lazy young man.
She lowered her gaze to hide the fluctuations in her eyes, and in her heart, she added the label 'sincere' to Qing Feng.
At this moment in the cave, the Kirin cub was chasing its tail in circles, amusing the usually aloof woman, causing her lips to curve into a smile.
When the morning light of the twenty-fifth day penetrated the barrier, Yan Yi's waist jade token still showed no movement.
Qing Feng frowned, looking at the dwindling supply of Bigu Pills, when suddenly the mountain rock beneath his feet vibrated violently.
Outside the cave, the sky was blood-red, and thousands of ferocious vengeful spirits, carrying a foul wind, swooped down. The shrill scraping of their sharp claws against the barrier was bone-chilling.
“These are probably the remnants that slipped through the net.” Qing Feng pressed his hand to his sword hilt. The Nascent Soul-level demonic creature encountered last month still left lingering fears; although the Foundation Establishment stage minions were not to be feared now, he was afraid of alarming the fierce creature behind them.
While he hesitated, several Blood Shadows had already fallen like meteors, pulverizing half a mountain peak.
Amidst the flying gravel, he activated a spell and whispered, “Heaven and Earth are boundless, return to nature.” The protective formation's green light surged, transforming the cave into mountain rock patterns.
The formation base vibrated violently, and Qing Feng quickly formed hand seals, conjuring layers of light screens to block the vengeful spirits' impact. Cold sweat seeped from his temples, and he deliberately tensed his expression, feigning a look of strenuous effort.
Yan Yi clenched her sleeves, staring at his back, her pearly teeth leaving shallow marks on her lip.
As an Alchemist Cultivator, she couldn't even get a single piece of talisman paper involved at this moment; she could only watch helplessly as the defensive formation swayed in the tide of vengeful spirits.
This feeling of powerlessness was like vines strangling her heart, making her breath ache.
A thunderous roar suddenly tore through the sky, and five figures shot up from the exploded mountain.
Qing Feng's pupils constricted. The one at the very front was Li Zhang Lao of Zhijian Peak, followed by Disciples like Zhou An, and even Zhu Jian was among them. Their robes were stained with blood, clearly indicating they were fleeing in a panic.
A blood-colored blade light cut through the clouds, like a giant blade splitting the heavens, striking directly downwards.
Li Zhang Lao activated his sword spell, and the purple Xiao sword light violently collided with the demonic blade. The Golden Core cultivator's protective qi instantly shattered, and he himself crashed down several feet like a kite with a broken string, the blood mist he spat out congealing into a tragic and beautiful trajectory in the air.
“Mo Tong, you Demon Sect running dog!” Li Zhang Lao roared hoarsely, his sword trembling as he pointed it at the sky.
A figure with disheveled hair and a blade stepped out from amidst the surging black clouds. Elder Mo, enveloped in Demonic Qi, let out a defiant, long laugh: “The strong prey on the weak; that is the law of the celestial dao. As for you…” Swords and blades clashed, producing dazzling sparks, “you should worry about how you’ll die today.”
“The Demon Sect spy is actually an Elder?” Yan Yi took half a step back in disbelief; this realization startled her far more than the fierce battle in the sky.
Dark light flickered in Qing Feng's eyes. He had originally thought the infiltrator was just an ordinary Disciple, but who would have thought it was an Elder who could access Sect secrets.
【Ding! Host has received a mission: Punish the running dog!】
The system's voice echoed in Qing Feng's mind. Seeing the demonic flames about to engulf the entire trial ground, Qing Feng suddenly flicked his sleeve and activated the Trapping Formation: “Stay in the formation eye and don't move.”
Before Yan Yi could react, the defensive light curtain had completely sealed her within. His Blue Feather Bird's robe hem swept past the ruins, disappearing into the depths of the smoke in an instant.
Thunderclouds surged in the sky, and blood-red and purple light continued to collide fiercely.
The woman trapped in the light curtain futilely beat against the barrier, her fingernails scratching out tiny sparks on the Qi Refining barrier.
“The Demon Dao will ultimately not prevail against heavenly principles; you small-fry are merely prolonging your pathetic existence.” Li Chonglong, propping up his injured body, roared fiercely, his sword tip trembling and stirring up golden light.
At this moment, Qing Feng forcibly controlled Li Chonglong's body.
Mo Tong sneered and brandished his blood blade: “Thirty years ago, you secretly harmed Chen Long's love rival; fifty years ago, you used public office for private revenge, causing a Disciple's death. These sordid deeds, I cannot compare to your hypocritical Li Zhang Lao.”
Crimson blade light stirred up a cold wind, and the surrounding Disciples instantly felt a stinging pain in their souls.
“Don't speak nonsense.” Li Chonglong furiously unleashed a golden dragon sword shadow, but it shattered with a roar amidst the demonic blade's blood light. The backlash force made blood overflow from his mouth, and he staggered backward.
Blood-colored swords and blades intertwined into a net, and Mo Tong's demonic flames soared into the sky: “Today, I shall seek justice for those wronged souls.”
Tens of thousands of vengeful spirits shrieked as they pounced on the sword formation. Foundation Establishment Disciples Zhou An and others were knocked to the ground by the Demonic Qi, watching helplessly as their Elder's robes were stained with blood.
Just as the demonic blade was about to pierce his body, Li Chonglong's entire being suddenly transformed into thousands of light butterflies.
A detached immortal voice came from the void: “Who disturbs this lord's reincarnation?”
Li Chonglong, having reappeared, his eyes like cold stars, casually swung his sword, breaking through the sky-obscuring demonic clouds.
A line of blood spurted from Mo Tong's chest, but he laughed wildly, summoning a blood-moon anomaly: “So the Kirin Blood Vine is here. Even if you are a reincarnated powerful being, you will not escape the Demon Sect's secret art today.”
The world suddenly darkened, and crimson swords and blades, imbued with Nascent Soul pressure, struck down.
Zhou An and the others knelt on the ground, seeing only Elder Li Chonglong raising his sword to meet the sky-filling blood light, a clear radiance blooming from the sword tip.
Li Chonglong stood with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed with ten thousand years of frost, and his aura became increasingly ethereal, as if waves were surging in the void.
Blood vessels bulged in Mo Tong's eyes, and he unleashed both his blade and sword, stirring up monstrous waves of qi. Zhou An and the others were so shaken by this pressure that their internal organs churned, and blood began to seep from the corners of their mouths.
The roar of the tide suddenly erupted, and a giant Kun's phantom appeared out of thin air, its scales gleaming with a cold, dark blue light.
When Mo Tong, enveloped in a blood-colored qi wind, reached him, the towering giant beast suddenly opened its abyss-like maw.
In an instant, the world lost its color. Mo Tong disappeared into the chaotic vortex without even a chance to scream.
The giant Kun's abdomen suddenly swelled, and the sky-filling blood mist and vengeful spirits were completely swallowed, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
Zhou An and the others stood stunned for a moment, then suddenly erupted into deafening cheers, and two young cultivators even embraced and wept.
“Take good care of this Venerable One's reincarnated body.” Li Chonglong's voice, suspended in mid-air, was like a great bell. Before his words finished, he and the Blue Feather Bird's phantom simultaneously dissipated, leaving only a green-robed figure and a storage bag falling from high in the sky.
Deep in the mountain stream, Qing Feng leaned against a bluestone, panting heavily, the winding bloodstain at the corner of his mouth glowing dark red in the moonlight.
【Congratulations, Host, for punishing the running dog and successfully upgrading the Heavenly Thunder Wings!】
Still too reckless! He sighed inwardly.
He had not yet broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, and forcibly controlling Li Chonglong's body, who was also at Golden Core Ninth Level, even though the other party was in a coma, still required immense mental effort.
Not to mention casting the Kunpeng Swallowing Heaven Art from a distance; the backlash from this ancient secret art was currently raging through his meridians.
However, looking at the cheering crowd in the distance, Qing Feng's lips curled into a cold smile.
If Mo Tong hadn't held a positioning token capable of slaughtering all Beast Taming Sect Disciples in the Thousand Lake World, he wouldn't have bothered to save these fellow Disciples.
When the Beast Taming Sect reinforcements broke through the barrier, if they saw a ground full of corpses with only himself and Yan Yi surviving, the 'Demon Sect spy' hat would likely be firmly placed on him.
Although the contraband in his Qiankun Bag could still be used as an excuse, if a Void Refinement powerful being were to probe his sea of consciousness, that mysterious inheritance from the primeval dream realm...
