Chapter 1652

Suddenly, a vampire drifted erratically, turning into a streak of light as it charged toward Zhou Qing.

With a treasure before him, how could he fall behind others? Of course, he struck first to seize it and leave.

If he waited until his companions reacted, the difficulty of snatching it would only increase.

Zhou Qing's lips curled in a smile: "I've never seen someone so eager to throw away their life."

He reached out and seized—immediately, a massive true qi palm gripped the charging vampire, sealed it, then contacted Shangcheng.

"Sentient beings cannot be sold!"

Zhou Qing raised an eyebrow: "Can't be sold? Then what about this!"

With a slight exertion, the vampire turned to mush, leaving only a blood-red orb floating in midair.

This orb was precisely the vampire's core—the Blood Core.

【Ding, sold one low-quality Blood Core, gained 50 points.】

【Blood Core: Blood Clan core, imbued with vitality, usable to refine elixirs for longevity or healing, or to purify its bloodline and transform into a Blood Clan member.】

"Not bad." Zhou Qing looked at the vampire, his gaze shifting.

The sky was thick with vampires—each one was money.

The vampires were startled and instinctively retreated hundreds of meters.

What kind of look was that in his eyes?

It was just like how they looked at blood food!!!

The events that had just unfolded—swift and horrifying—were too shocking.

A duke-class Blood Clan member had struck out, only to be slain with a single casual move by the opponent.

And the opponent hadn't even used a flying sword.

That vast, condensed true qi made the vampires nearly doubt they were seeing a ghost.

Too terrifying!

When had cultivation practitioners' true qi become this terrifying?

If this were true, wouldn't the mortal world have long since been swept clean by Central Plains cultivators?

"What technique are you using!"

One vampire spoke gravely: "I don't recall the Central Plains possessing such a technique."

Zhou Qing sneered: "You're all just goods—why ask so many questions?"

He reached out—and a true qi palm engulfed the space over several miles.

"Run!"

"Hurry, escape!"

Seeing this, the vampires' eyes widened, transforming into bats and soaring skyward, trying to smash through the true qi palm.

Naturally, they failed.

Crack!

The true qi palm closed, reducing their bodies to ash, leaving behind over a hundred Blood Cores.

【Ding, you sold 102 Blood Cores, gained 6,500 points.】

Chat group.

Suzuki Satoru: "So great—thousands of points in one go, so profitable!"

Su Xiao: "Have you crawled into a money pit? Actually, this profit is low. So many experts' cores, and you only got a few thousand points—it just proves vampires aren't worth much."

Zhou Qing: "Indeed a waste. The Blood Core is a core, but it holds only half the energy of these experts. If all their power were concentrated in the Blood Core, the points could double."

Suzuki Satoru: "Don't talk anymore—I'm just envious. I don't have any vampires here."

Komaneko: "Another world has them. Once you cross over, you can just capture those evil beings and sell them."

Zhou Qing: "Good. Why worry about lack of goods? There are good things everywhere. Let's go find werewolves and paladins. After I loot the werewolves and paladins, I'll deal with the Demon Cult and Shushan."

Li Yingqiong: "???"

Zhou Qing: "Huh!"

Su Xiao: "You're not going to defend Shushan, are you, Yingqiong?"

Li Yingqiong: "No, I'm just curious—he has Shushan too?"

Su Xiao: "You haven't read his story?"

Li Yingqiong: "No, I've been cultivating lately. I'm striving to break through to the Pretender Saint realm soon."

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Su Xiao: "You're too hard on yourself. A cultivation fanatic—even fishers need to rest sometimes."

Du Bingyan: "Everyone has their own path. Yingqiong just loves cultivating—unless the Dao Lord calls her, she's always in seclusion."

Zhou Qing: "Since there are others from Shushan in this group, I won't go too far. I'm leaving!"

Half a day passed.

The high-tier werewolves of the West were nearly exterminated.

The high-tier paladins had also perished.

Even the Holy Church's Holy Beetles and Holy Spears were seized by Zhou Qing and sold to the chat group.

One could say, after his rampage, Western supernatural forces wouldn't dare stir up trouble for a thousand years.

Back in the Central Plains, Zhou Qing became far more cautious.

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Outside, smashing a mountain or diverting a river meant nothing to him.

In his own country, of course, he couldn't do such things—what if ordinary people got hurt?

Although Zhou Qing was unrestrained, that was only toward cultivators.

Toward ordinary people, he had never been so cruel.

"Good lad, you've found your way to Old Ancestor!"

Baiman Mountain, Green Robe Cave.

When Green Robe Old Ancestor saw Zhou Qing, his gaze fell on the Creation Sword, and he was overjoyed.

With a wave of his hand, he directly released the Jin Chan Gu.

Instantly, a patch of golden cloud rose, like a flying sword, and came toward Zhou Qing.

"A petty trick, nothing more."

The Jin Chan Gu that ordinary people would avoid at all costs was, in his eyes, just an ordinary little insect.

With a casual wave of his hand, he sealed all the Jin Chan and tossed them into the chat group.

"You..." Having lost the connection to his Gu worms, Green Robe felt a needle-like stabbing pain in his Primordial Spirit, and a trace of blood inevitably seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Zhou Qing, his eyes also turned to terror.

It was by relying on these Jin Chan Gu that he had roamed the world unchallenged; even renowned Sword Immortals had to deal with them carefully when they encountered them.

Yet this person had not even revealed his magic treasure flying sword before collecting his Jin Chan away.

This was simply too terrifying!

Thinking of this, a thought of retreat arose in his heart.

Just at that moment, he caught a flash of light streaking past; his vision shifted, and looking up he saw his own headless half-corpse crashing to the ground.

The moment he tried to let his Primordial Spirit flee, a killing edge arrived, and in an instant he plunged into darkness.

A patriarch of a demonic cult, beheaded with a single sword, without the slightest room to resist?