Chapter 53: Colleagues (Extra update for the big boss Yan Hui)

The sun was setting, and dusk was approaching.

The remaining glow spilled onto the mountain path, gradually dimming.

Xu Qing carried the brocade box on his back and looked at the sky; recalling the words of the round-faced cultivator, his understanding of the Seven Blood Eyes was now clear.

He knew that while this main city appeared orderly, it actually harbored immense danger, especially at night when malice from all directions intensified, and there were always those who chose to bare their fangs at others for the sake of better survival.

There was no right or wrong in this.

But Xu Qing did not want to become nourishment for others to survive better, so he touched the brocade box on his back, preparing to find a dark place to store it in his storage bag without anyone noticing.

Thus, he quickened his pace.

Before long, he descended the mountain path and saw two figures at the foot of the mountain who had changed into gray Daoist robes.

A man and a woman; they were Zhou Qingpeng and Xu Xiaohui.

Xu Xiaohui was beautiful, and although the gray robe hid her graceful figure, the slight curves of her chest and hips gave the robe a touch of allure on her.

As for Zhou Qingpeng, he was already handsome, and with the gray Daoist robe on, he looked quite elegant, causing a hazy look to appear in Xu Xiaohui’s eyes.

It was just unclear whether she was infatuated with Zhou Qingpeng the person, or his magic boat.

Seeing Xu Qing’s figure appear, Zhou Qingpeng laughed and walked toward him.

"Xu Qing, you’ve finally come down; I’ve been waiting for you for a while."

Xu Qing’s expression remained as usual, but his heart was full of vigilance; he did not get close, instead looking up at Zhou Qingpeng’s neck from seven or eight feet away, his right hand hanging casually beside the pocket containing the black iron spike.

"We are all disciples of the Seventh Peak and entered in the same batch, and we aren't very familiar with each other within the sect, so I think we should get closer."

"That way, if anything happens in the future, we can have one more friend and one more connection." Zhou Qingpeng’s attitude was sincere as he cupped his fists toward Xu Qing.

Hearing this, Xu Qing’s vigilance did not diminish, but he felt there was some truth to what the other said, so he nodded.

Zhou Qingpeng’s smile remained, and after saying a few simple words, he saw that Xu Qing was not fond of talking, so after exchanging communication information from a distance, he took his leave with Xu Xiaohui.

Watching their departing figures, Xu Qing looked down at the identity token in his hand; the communication information they had just exchanged was mediated through this token.

"Can it speak?" Xu Qing examined it curiously, and as spiritual energy from his body surged into it, his own information immediately appeared in his mind.

This made him feel it was very strange, so he continued on his way while studying it.

When he walked into the city, he found a corner to put the brocade box into his storage bag, not changing into the gray Daoist robe, remaining in his dirty fur coat.

If it were daytime, his scavenger attire would be very conspicuous in this tidy main city, but now that it was night, it was more convenient for him to hide, and he felt this attire could also avoid some troubles he could not resolve.

After all, scavengers were mostly very poor, so those who would target him naturally wouldn't be any experts, and he could handle them.

At the same time, he also understood the functions of the identity token, knowing how to transmit sound, and also saw the department he was assigned to, which was marked in his information.

"Homicide Department?" Xu Qing muttered; although he did not understand the functions of the department, he could guess a thing or two from the literal meaning—this department... seemed very brutal and dangerous.

As for the reporting time, the information stated it was tomorrow, and in this identity token, there was also the location of his berth for his small black-awning boat.

For disciples who owned magic boats, the sect would allocate berths and provide a one-month rent-free period; after one month, a fee would be charged, the price being 30,000 contribution points per month, which was thirty spirit stones; if not paid, the berth would be automatically canceled.

"Port 79, Xuan-33?" Xu Qing looked up toward the direction of the sea, his figure flickering in the shadows, moving rapidly with deep vigilance, trying his best not to leave any traces.

Just like that, time passed, and soon dusk faded away and night descended.

The thousands of households in the city closed their doors one after another, and the noise of the day turned into silence at this moment.

And this dark night also completely covered Xu Qing’s figure; his eyes narrowed slowly, his pace quickened, and he gradually noticed the murderous intent of the night in this city.

He saw slaughter, saw people fleeing for their lives, saw the coldness of pursuit, and also saw looting.

Regarding this, Xu Qing in the shadows only took a glance before withdrawing his gaze, not participating, and continued on his way.

In the dark night, his figure was like a ghost.

Besides this, he also saw some casinos and brothels where the lights were bright, revealing the prosperity of the other side of this city.

Perhaps because Xu Qing was more cautious and stealthy this time, he did not encounter anyone who tried to attack him along the way.

But occasionally he could still feel gazes from the darkness, containing coldness and malice, but after noticing his scavenger attire, most chose to ignore him, as if he did not exist.

Xu Qing was silent, speeding along, and another hour passed; he was getting closer and closer to the port.

There were over a hundred ports here, and the place Xu Qing was going to was Port 79 in the purple zone.

But just as he was searching, Xu Qing’s expression suddenly shifted; hiding at the entrance of an alley, he looked ahead.

Bursts of footsteps and whistling sounds came from afar, and soon in Xu Qing’s sight, a group of cultivators wearing gray Daoist robes, each with a stern expression and an icy aura emanating from their bodies, were speeding along.

Some were on the road, some were on the surrounding buildings, seemingly searching.

On their Daoist robes, they all wore a badge with a blood-colored "Capture" character on it.

This scene made Xu Qing’s eyes narrow; he felt the spiritual energy fluctuations on these Seven Blood Eyes disciples, and many of them were permeated with baleful aura.

"Homicide Department?" Xu Qing guessed.

At this moment, these Seven Blood Eyes cultivators had some who spotted Xu Qing in the corner; even though he hid very well, the other side had many people and was full of vigilance, so he could not avoid them.

A young man with phoenix eyes among them scanned Xu Qing coldly before walking over quickly.

As the other approached, a sense of murderous balefulness rushed toward him; Xu Qing’s body immediately tensed up, and he felt an incomparably strong sense of crisis from the other; before the person even arrived, the aura had already permeated the surroundings like a cold wind.

This kind of baleful aura was only possessed by those who had killed many people.

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes; he knew that if he fled now, under the traction of their energy, the other would definitely attack, so he stood there without backing down, instead looking at the other, while his right hand landed on the leather bag containing the black iron spike, ready to take it out at any time.

"Identity token!" After the young man arrived, he looked Xu Qing up and down, his gaze landing on his right hand.

Many disciples beside him also approached, surrounding Xu Qing from all directions, their expressions cold, as if they would attack immediately if Xu Qing showed any abnormality.

Xu Qing noticed the placement of the other’s gaze, and his determination to change his habits became firmer; scanning the surroundings, he cautiously took out his identity token and handed it over.

The young man took it and looked at it, the coldness in his expression fading a little, replaced by some surprise, and he smiled at his companions.

"Actually ran into a newcomer coming to report to our Seventh Peak Homicide Department."

"Alright, everyone, restrain yourselves; don't let the little kid get killed by criminals, only to be scared away from reporting by you all." As his words spread, most of the surrounding auras were withdrawn, but there were still a few that kept Xu Qing locked on.

"It really is the Homicide Department." Xu Qing felt the energy locking onto him decrease by more than half, and the phoenix-eyed young man returned the token to Xu Qing, looking him up and down.

"Little kid is a bit interesting; hurry up and go, it’s very dangerous in the city tonight."

Xu Qing nodded upon hearing this, took back his identity token, and was just about to leave, but at this moment, in the night sky in the distance, a shrill scream clearly pierced the sky.

This sound was sharp, and there were roars echoing.

Xu Qing’s expression tightened, and he immediately turned to look, seeing a black shadow on a tower building in the distance spitting out blood, fleeing through the air.

Although the spiritual energy fluctuations on his body were a bit chaotic, the aura of Foundation Establishment made Xu Qing’s heart shake.

And behind him, a middle-aged man in a purple Daoist robe, his expression dignified without anger, his momentum like a rainbow, his spiritual energy fluctuations rising like flames even from a great distance, was even more formidable.

As he whistled through the sky, the purple-robed middle-aged man directly raised his hand, a long spear suddenly appearing in his hand, which he threw forward fiercely.

The void seemed to be shattered, creating huge fluctuations that rumbled and spread in all directions, while the long spear seemed to ignite from friction, turning into a fire dragon that headed straight for the fleeing black shadow.

Looking from afar, it was as if the sky was about to be torn apart, making the fire dragon’s light blinding and extremely magnificent.

Its speed was so fast that it broke through the air in an instant; under an even sharper whistling sound, it was unstoppable, directly piercing through the black shadow’s chest, pinning his body to the blue bricks of the street with a bang, the impact creating a storm that swept in all directions.

Clean and neat, crushing everything!

This scene made Xu Qing’s heart shake violently; the black shadow killed by the other was, in Xu Qing’s perception, about the same as the Golden Core ancestor of the Vajra Sect.

And the purple-robed middle-aged man’s spear was incomparably powerful; he asked himself that if he encountered it, he would have no chance to dodge and would definitely perish.

"It’s the Department Head!"

"Go!"

At this moment, the Homicide Department disciples beside him had excited expressions and no longer paid attention to Xu Qing, instead each unfolding their full speed and heading straight for the battlefield.

Until they were far away, the shock in Xu Qing’s heart and the style of that spear still permeated his mind; after a long while, he took a deep breath, his eyes revealing longing.

"I wonder when I can be like this!" Xu Qing muttered, took a deep look at the direction where the purple-robed middle-aged man disappeared, and turned to walk away quickly.

He felt the unrest of the night, and now unfolding his speed, after another half hour, he finally found Port 79.

The port was different from the city; the light here was dimmer, and although there were guards patrolling and they were all vigilant, when they saw pedestrians, their choice was to avoid them; clearly, their vigilance was not for order, but to prevent themselves from being harmed.

When they saw Xu Qing, they did just that; after a glance, they walked away without any questioning.

Xu Qing watched the patrolling cultivators walking away with vigilance and fell silent; he had gained a bit more understanding of the dangers of the Seven Blood Eyes.

At this moment, he slowly approached the port; here, the humidity of the sea breeze was clearer, and as the waves rose and fell, he could see the horseshoe-shaped Port 79, with seawater swaying inside, constantly slapping the shore.

The boats inside were mostly spaced at a certain distance, as if they were all on guard against each other; they were similar in size, but their shapes were slightly different, but looking closely, the basic appearance was mostly like the small black-awning boat in Xu Qing’s bottle, totaling more than two hundred.

But this Port 79 was too large, and the docking of these boats only occupied less than twenty percent of the area.

Although there were some lights on inside, it was very quiet, and no disciples were seen going out; it seemed that for everyone, the arrival of night was the peak of vigilance.

At the same time, Xu Qing also discovered that the spiritual energy here was very dense, and the impurities were the same, seemingly emanating from the sea.

And the pitch-black seawater blocked his vision, making it impossible to see what existed on the seabed.

This unknown made one uneasy, and at the same time, it was as if huge dangers were hidden on the seabed; Xu Qing only took one look and felt the hairs on his body stand up, having the feeling of a forbidden zone.

"Cultivating here, the improvement must be very fast, and one is constantly being tempered..." Xu Qing muttered, walking a few steps to find Xuan-33.

The location was a bit remote, the surroundings were empty, and there were not many small boats.

Arriving here, Xu Qing cautiously observed the surroundings, and after confirming it was safe, he took out the small bottle from the brocade box and opened it; a flash of light shone from the bottle, and the small black-awning boat inside flew out, enlarging itself as it landed on the water.

With a bang, it landed on the sea, and after creating ripples, what appeared before Xu Qing was a boat one foot wide and three feet long.

The whole body was pitch black, and every plank was carved with a large number of runes, emitting black light while also radiating spiritual energy fluctuations, which was quite extraordinary.

The material of the black awning seemed to be the skin of some exotic beast, the scales were clear, and it looked very sturdy; furthermore, at the bow of the boat, there was a statue.

This statue was shockingly a huge crocodile head, opening its sinister mouth to reveal sharp teeth, revealing intense cruelty in its ferocity.

Looking from afar, this small boat was just like a giant crocodile floating on the sea.

This chapter is an extra update for the big boss Yan Hui~

There is another chapter later!

Drank a little wine in the afternoon, I’m going to work hard on typing!

Just discovered that the app seems to know me very well; the tag behind my comment in the chapter discussion is actually "Breeze Youth"!!!

Could it be that the app can intelligently analyze and view reality?