Chapter 801: Continuing the Red Clouds for Heaven

The slave owner the First Prince was negotiating with was also a cultivator of the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, wearing a gorgeous robe; while his cultivation was not bad, there was also a trace of contempt on his face, glancing at Xu Qing who had stopped in the distance, and then looking at the First Prince.

"It's not that I can't sell them to you."

"But, you are a human; are you a Yanyue Xuantian clansman? The difference here is not the same."

"If it's a human, you don't have the qualification to buy slave cultivators; if you were a Yanyue clansman, then I could sell you some."

The slave owner spoke indifferently, casually prying open the mouth of a human prisoner of war beside him.

"Look, these teeth are still quite good; worth buying."

That human prisoner of war's numb expression changed; the feeling of humiliation flowed in his eyes, and finally he closed his eyes, but as this slave owner shook his hand, his eyes were forcibly propped open.

And that slave owner smiled, his gaze landing on Xu Qing again. This time, it carried a trace of provocation.

Being able to open a slave market in the Shengcheng and having methods to transport human prisoners of war from the distant Black Heaven Great Domain, one could imagine that the power behind this slave market must be astonishing.

So he didn't care about the human First Prince at all; after all, the matter of him being abandoned by his mother's clan was already known to everyone.

What he cared about was Xu Qing, who had obtained...

The First Prince's face was ugly, anger in his eyes, but this was the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, so he took a deep breath and could only endure it, taking out a jade slip to transmit, preparing to buy the human prisoners of war back in his own way.

The development of the matter didn't have too many surprises; the First Prince still had some friends in the Yanyue Xuantian Clan; they couldn't help with big things, but buying some human prisoners of war was still possible.

So soon, a few Yanyue Xuantian clansmen came, and after negotiation, they bought those human prisoners of war away.

Xu Qing watched the whole process, and until the matter ended, under the slave owner's contemptuous gaze, he turned around silently and walked toward his residence.

Only, he walked very slowly; in the distance, the setting sun, red clouds today.

The light at the edge of the sky spilled onto his path, rendering the firmament and dyeing the road red like blood.

Looking at the red clouds, two voices gradually appeared in Xu Qing's heart.

One voice was telling him that there was no deep emotion between the human race and himself, and the experience of humans eating humans in his childhood, and the evil in the world, mostly came from his own kind.

The Imperial Capital was not his home; his home was in Fenghai County.

Relatives and friends were the softness of life.

In this era, in this world, living well with the relatives and friends around him was the most important thing.

And the other voice was very slight; Xu Qing himself couldn't hear clearly what it was saying specifically.

He could only hear the name of the Old Palace Master and the name of the Sword-Wielding Great Emperor in the gaps between the two voices.

Along the red clouds, Xu Qing walked all the way.

After a long time, when the glow at the edge of the sky was about to dissipate, he arrived in front of his residence.

At the door, there were dozens of jade slips.

Those were all challenge letters, from Yanyue Xuantian clansmen and cultivators of affiliated clans.

Over the past half month, because Xu Qing had never accepted a battle, not only would he encounter challengers on the road, but every day someone would come to the door of the residence to throw out challenge jade slips.

Today, it was still considered few.

Looking at those jade slips, Xu Qing's footsteps paused; his mind surfaced with scene after scene since coming to this Yanyue Shengcheng, the disgusted gazes, the feeling that even breathing seemed to be excluded, causing waves in Xu Qing's heart.

There was also Qiu Quezi's loneliness, and the slave owner's provocation.

And, the numb expression of those human prisoners of war and the human being pried open, the humiliated look in his eyes.

Xu Qing closed his eyes.

The killings he had committed from childhood to adulthood were all because he sensed killing intent; therefore, he had to snuff out everything that threatened his life.

And the reason he hadn't paid attention in this Shengcheng was mainly because Xu Qing didn't want to cause extra trouble.

Before obtaining...

In the middle of this, he didn't want accidents.

He believed some of these challenges were spontaneous, but he also knew very well that there must be some pushing behind them.

The purpose was to make him leave the city.

After all, in this Shengcheng, no one was allowed to make a move.

And accepting the challenge meant leaving the city...

"It's nothing, just endure it."

Xu Qing murmured in his heart, his gaze withdrawing from those challenge jade slips, walking toward the residence door, only his pace was slower, heavier.

Inside the residence, the Captain noticed and looked up in surprise, just about to get up and go out to take a look.

But just at this moment, footsteps came from behind Xu Qing; five or six Yanyue Xuantian clansmen who had challenged Xu Qing on the road a few days ago and were ignored by Xu Qing appeared.

These people were all Spirit Treasury cultivators; multiple challenges had given them some fame among the younger generation of the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, so they came together today, preparing to continue throwing out challenge jade slips.

Seeing Xu Qing from afar, one of them sneered, raised his hand and threw out a jade slip, which landed on the ground in front of the house, and was just about to speak.

But the next instant, Xu Qing's footsteps paused, his gaze looked at the jade slip on the side, and then he turned around, looking at the youth who had thrown the jade slip.

The youth's body trembled; the words he was about to speak were swallowed back alive after meeting Xu Qing's gaze.

A feeling of ice-coldness seemed to spread along Xu Qing's gaze, instantly enveloping his whole body, and even more at this moment, a life-and-death crisis intent, intense to the extreme, also erupted within his body.

That kind of feeling where all flesh and blood seemed to become individuals, all transmitting a trembling sense of danger, made this youth instinctively retreat a few steps, his breathing rapid.

His companions on the side also threw out challenge jade slips one after another, but seeing this scene, and after being swept by Xu Qing's gaze, each trembled, and a sense of unease suddenly rose in their hearts.

Heaven and earth, at this moment, seemed to have become mid-winter.

Vaguely, there were some blood-colored snowflakes, intersecting between the illusory and the real, drifting in all directions, rolling up those jade slips and arriving in front of Xu Qing.

Looking at these jade slips, Xu Qing raised his hand.

Just at this moment, the residence door opened, and the Captain stood there, looking at Xu Qing's back; he wanted to say something, but in the end, he changed the words he was originally going to say.

"Little Junior Brother, do what you want; a clear mind is the point."

Xu Qing's hand landed on those jade slips, squeezing slightly, and all the jade slips shattered; the challenge contract, established!

Accompanied by Xu Qing's hoarse voice, the temperature around became even lower.

"I accept."

The moment the words were spoken, Xu Qing's figure blurred directly; together with him, the five or six Yanyue cultivators who had come here, as well as all the cultivators who had left challenge jade slips here today, also blurred.

As long as they were still in the Shengcheng, then no matter where they were, the moment the challenge contract was established, their bodies would blur and be teleported out.

So in an instant, Xu Qing's figure disappeared from outside the residence, and when he appeared, he was actually in the world outside the city.

Appearing together were the dozens of Yanyue cultivators who had challenged him today.

These people each had rapid breathing; some were stunned, some shocked, some panicked, some trying to retreat.

They were just here to win some fame.

Xu Qing's acceptance was not in line with reason, and it was also something they couldn't have predicted; after all, for the past half month, Xu Qing had ignored them, but today... he actually agreed.

Thus, waves rose in their hearts, and some were just about to say something.

But the next instant, the cold intent in Xu Qing's eyes erupted, his body stepped forward, and he arrived directly in front of the last youth who had thrown a jade slip.

The huge combat power gap between them made the youth unable to even react; in the blink of an eye, Xu Qing's left hand was clamped on his neck.

His physical body withered rapidly, absorbed by Xu Qing.

His soul continued to dim, swallowed by Xu Qing.

This youth, like a deflated balloon, walked through a lifetime in the short time of one breath.

While shocking, there were also miserable wails that echoed through heaven and earth.

This scene left the surrounding cultivators with hearts rumbling; in their eyes, Xu Qing was no longer the human who could be challenged at will, but had become a fierce demon.

Thus, amidst the shock, they instinctively wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Xu Qing's figure disappeared instantly, appearing behind another cultivator, a dagger slashing across this person's neck.

A cold feeling emerged, a sense of suspension permeated, and heads and fresh blood flew together.

Heaven and earth, spun.

Rumbling sounds echoed, that was the sound of the physical body's flesh and blood collapsing and that head that couldn't land, shattering.

Kill!

The malevolent Qi accumulated in Xu Qing's heart surged, and his body took another step, arriving at

That was blood being controlled.

It became a blood-colored flower, blooming in mid-air, and rushed straight toward Xu Qing, circling around him.

Looking from afar, it was bizarre and beautiful.

At this moment, Xu Qing didn't want to consider anything; the two voices in his heart merged together, becoming one word.

Kill!

In an instant, clusters of blood flowers bloomed outside the city, accompanied by miserable sounds, as a large amount of fresh blood radiated from these cultivators' bodies, gathering toward Xu Qing.

And his figure did not pause; wherever he passed, there was death.

One physical body after another collapsed, one head after another flew up.

The meaning of life, it seemed at this moment, was only to sacrifice to the blade's edge.

The shroud on that dagger had already been dyed red, radiating a bloodthirsty intent, and the sharpness of the dagger became the only light seen by all lives at the end.

Dozens of cultivators, all dead in less than ten breaths!

And Xu Qing's slaughter seemed to possess a kind of cleanliness in art, so in the world outside the city, no corpse could be preserved.

Only fresh blood swirled around him, echoing with the red clouds about to dissipate in the firmament, and even more, continuing them for him.

In the blood-colored glow, Xu Qing raised his head, looking at the Shengcheng, without speaking.

And his behavior, his gaze, his momentum had already formed words.

All challengers, I am waiting for you... come and fight! ===== CHAPTER 802 =====