After achieving his goal, Qin Ming bid farewell to Huangfu Qii.
To be honest, the power of that spell just now was so impressive that he could believe it was cast by a Golden Core Ancestor.
It can only be described as terrifying.
Now, the 100% replica of that spell is quietly lying in Qin Ming’s storage pouch, transformed into a purple leaf.
It can be used at any time, waiting for a destined person.
With this card in his hand, Qin Ming suddenly felt much emboldened.
...
Qin Ming was riding on the Spiritual Light Shuttle, flying towards Qingyang Market.
Along the way, he maintained a not too fast nor too slow speed, which was more mana-efficient.
At full speed, although he could achieve speeds comparable to the Foundation Establishment Stage.
The mana consumption was so terrifying that even Qin Ming could only sustain it for half an hour.
Just as he was halfway there.
"Hmm?"
Qin Ming frowned, suddenly sensing the fluctuation of a battle nearby.
In a valley several hundred meters away.
More than ten cultivators from the Spirit Feather Sect were besieging a few loose cultivators, with a blue shimmering array covering the vicinity.
If Qin Ming’s spiritual sense weren’t so strong, he would have passed by unnoticed.
"Don’t let any of them escape!"
"The news must not leak out!"
"Kill them all!"
The leader, dressed in the core disciple attire of the Spirit Feather Sect, was wielding a dharma sword in a slaughter spree.
The other side, wearing miner attire of the Spirit Feather Sect, varied in cultivation, clearly recruited loose cultivators.
They were fighting desperately, but trapped by the Spirit Feather Sect’s array, they were captured like turtles in a jar.
Among the Spirit Feather Sect members, a young black-fat cultivator held a massive black hammer, emanating Qi Cultivation Perfection mana fluctuations.
He approached the struggling loose cultivator miners, sneering, "Running? Why aren’t you running?"
"Since you found us."
"You can only blame your bad luck!"
With that, he wielded the giant hammer, smashing a miner harshly.
The loose cultivator saw the giant hammer coming, panicked, and quickly summoned a round shield spiritual artifact to resist desperately.
Yet the hammer struck his head, exploding into a mist of blood.
"Old He!!"
The other loose cultivator miners seemed very close, and seeing their friend killed, their eyes widened in rage.
They started fighting desperately, knowing they couldn’t escape the array, even willing to die together.
"Hahaha, what a clever trick!"
"Thunder Origin Sect would never have guessed that the Spirit Feather Sect had concealed a celestial spirit root Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator, secretly using Tier Three Spirit Vein Qi to break through to the Golden Core Stage."
"No need to extensively mine resources."
"By the time other sects realize, it’ll be too late!"
The white-haired old loose cultivator, after letting out a bitter laugh, had his head chopped off by the Spirit Feather Sect’s young leader with a spell.
"Mind your tongue!" the young cultivator said grimly, gritting his teeth.
He then turned and resumed the slaughter.
Qin Ming felt a chill in his heart.
He had no intention of standing up for justice.
Encountering such matters inadvertently, the best choice was to walk away.
Qin Ming quieted his movements, intending to bypass the area using the clouds as cover.
"Who goes there!"
Suddenly, a purple dharma sword attacked, aiming straight for Qin Ming’s head!
The array seemed to have a wide range, and as soon as Qin Ming approached, it captured his aura.
The Spirit Feather Sect’s cultivators quickly finished off the loose cultivators and transformed into escape lights to pursue him.
Among them, there were four Qi Cultivation Perfection cultivators, with the others at mid-to-late stages.
Just as Qin Ming was about to channel the Spirit Light Shuttle to its fullest to rush out.
The leading young cultivator snorted coldly, swinging the array chess in his hand.
The blue array suddenly expanded, enveloping Qin Ming.
Suddenly!
Numerous fierce spells attacked from behind.
As the Spirit Feather Sect’s members got closer, Qin Ming’s appearance became clear to them.
"So it’s just a Spirit Farmer from the sect."
"I thought it was some clueless fool."
Qin Ming knew he wouldn’t shake them off unless he dealt with them.
His eyes turned cold as he formed a spell and pointed to the sky.
In an instant.
Clouds roiled, and a mass of black thunderclouds, covering an area of several hundred meters, suddenly appeared in the sky, with lightning and thunder.
At first.
The Spirit Feather Sect’s cultivators were startled by this display.
But upon realizing it was Spirit Rain Technique, they all breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "Hahahahaha!"
"This boy was so rushed he used Spirit Rain Technique!"
"What? Is he going to give us a bath?"
No sooner had the words fallen.
A torrential downpour fell from the oppressive clouds.
The Spirit Feather Sect’s cultivators activated their mana shields to avoid the rain and moved in to kill Qin Ming!
However, just as they were halfway.
The rain contained countless hair-like transparent poisonous stings, ignoring their mana shields and defensive artifacts, piercing into their bodies.
An eerie scene unfolded.
The ten or so Spirit Feather Sect cultivators, struck as if by lightning in mid-air, froze and fell down one by one.
Then from the clouds, countless thorny vines descended, rushing towards the bodies below, absorbing the essence blood fiercely, transforming into blood pearls.
Even two Qi Cultivation Perfection cultivators were caught, falling straight down!
With a wave, Qin Ming collected the blood pearls.
In just a moment.
Only the black-fat cultivator with the Dharma Hammer and the leading young core disciple remained.
The leading young core disciple sensed something was wrong, panicked, and shouted, "No, it’s a Divine Soul Attack!"
Qin Ming clearly saw as the transparent poisonous stings approached the young leading cultivator.
A silver jade scarf automatically emerged from his embrace, reflexively covering the two.
Qin Ming squinted, staring at the scarf, muttering, "He actually has a Divine Soul Defense Spiritual Artifact for protection."
Seemingly, he’s another disciple with not a low status.
Qin Ming immediately withdrew the Yin Evil Cold Rain.
With a flash, he left behind an afterimage.
Instantly, he was above the two.
The three-inch-long True Qi Blood Spirit on Qin Ming’s fist flickered as he struck at the black-fat cultivator!
The black-fat cultivator reacted, forming a spell, causing the black giant hammer to double in size in the air.
Like a mountain, it came crashing down on Qin Ming!
Boom!
A loud bang echoed.
With just one punch, Qin Ming sent the giant hammer flying, its speed unabated.
Then his fist crashed heavily into the black-fat cultivator’s head.
Bang!
The black-fat cultivator’s head, along with his entire upper body, exploded into a mist of blood.
The corpse fell like a tattered cloth.
Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!
The leading young cultivator cast a sword technique, with several green sword auras attacking Qin Ming from different directions.
Two even curved around outside Qin Ming’s field of vision, attempting to ambush from behind.
Qin Ming showed no fear, unleashing his powerful spiritual sense.
Just as the sword auras were about to strike him, Qin Ming casually reached out to grab them.
Clang!
He caught the green dharma sword itself!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The green dharma sword, firmly grasped by Qin Ming, trembled incessantly, letting out a cry.
Poof!
Not far away, the leading young cultivator, whose spiritual artifact was broken, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face aghast.
Without hesitation, he flew with his flying spiritual artifact, trying to escape.
Yet.
How could he be faster than the Top-Grade Spirit Light Shuttle?
In just a few breaths, Qin Ming caught up to him.
Without hesitation, he punched him into the nearby rock wall, the fearsome force directly ending him.
Qin was about to search for the storage pouch.
His expression changed as he sensed an even greater presence approaching.
"Foundation Establishment Stage?"
...