Chapter 110: The Might of the Venomous Flame (Fifth Update)

A trace of vigilance flashed through Qin Ming's heart.

In fact, not long ago, relying on his powerful divine sense, he had already discovered that the other party had been tailing him the whole time.

He had simply pretended not to notice.

Yunze Xiancheng is so vast — what a coincidence to run into him here?

"Senior Luo, I'm afraid this isn't a coincidence, is it? You've been following Qin Mou for so long — if you have something to say, just say it." Qin Ming saw straight through the other's behavior.

Luo Rong, having his trick exposed, gave an awkward chuckle. "I forgot Fellow Daoist Qin is a second-tier alchemy grandmaster, with a divine soul far beyond the ordinary. I didn't expect such a small ruse couldn't get past you."

"Sigh, Fellow Daoist Qin, I'm still after that Marrow Jade Ganoderma — I truly have a use for it. Could you part with it for me?"

"Name your price."

Qin Ming hadn't expected the other party to still be so fixated on that Marrow Jade Ganoderma.

What exactly is he scheming?

"Senior Luo, forgive my bluntness — this Marrow Jade Ganoderma is of great use to me as well. No matter the price, I won't sell it." Qin Ming refused outright.

Having been refused twice in a row, Luo Rong's temper flared. Furious, he said: "You brat! It's only out of respect for Pavilion Master Gu that I've spoken to you nicely. I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful!"

"You really think I wouldn't dare do anything to you?"

Qin Ming's expression remained unchanged at these words. "Inside Yunze Xiancheng, you indeed wouldn't dare do anything to me."

"Heh, good! Good!" Luo Rong laughed from sheer rage.

Qin Ming hadn't expected that, failing to tempt him with profit, the other party would immediately start throwing his weight around.

"What puzzles me is — Senior Luo, why are you so attached to this defective Marrow Jade Ganoderma? What exactly do you want it for?"

"Could you tell Qin Mou about it?"

"Perhaps I might agree."

Luo Rong snorted coldly. "Hmph! Still trying to worm my secrets out of me."

"You're still too green."

"Well, since Senior Luo is unwilling to say more, I'll take my leave first." Having spoken, Qin Ming paid the other party no heed at all and strode out of the shop.

Only Luo Rong, fuming with rage, was left standing there.

Luo Rong ground his teeth until they creaked. Never had any Qi Refining cultivator dared speak to him like that.

……

Qin Ming returned to Mirror Snow Pavilion and told the matter to Gu Qingzhao.

He wanted to hear her opinion.

"This Luo Rong was originally an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator of the Baihua Sect. It's said he violated sect rules and was expelled from the sect."

"But he had a stroke of great fortune — he obtained a Foundation Establishment Pill in an unnamed cave abode, and successfully established his foundation."

"This man is extremely petty."

"Should I step in and warn him?"

Qin Ming waved his hand. "No need. I've already been out for three days, and I still need to go back to tend the spirit fields. I'll head straight back to Wangyue Island."

"Very well, then I'll send someone to escort Fellow Daoist Qin, just in case." A trace of worry colored Gu Qingzhao's words.

Qin Ming waved his hand and said: "No need. To deal with this man, I have my own way of handling it. Fellow Daoist Gu need not worry."

Seeing this, Gu Qingzhao said no more.

The main objective of this trip had been achieved, so Qin Ming took his leave of Gu Qingzhao and departed.

As he departed, Gu Qingzhao returned the courtesy.

She had him bring along several jars of fine aged spirit wine.

"The other three Youth-Preserving Pills Fellow Daoist Qin consigned for auction will be sold three months from now at the largest auction in Yunze Xiancheng. You may come then to watch."

Qin Ming accepted the fine wine with a smile, then chuckled. "Fellow Daoist Gu, just handle the auction for me. Any extra spirit stones, have Aunt Long give them to me."

Gu Qingzhao nodded.

"Alright then, I'll head back. If Fellow Daoist Gu has time, feel free to visit Wangyue Island."

After bidding her farewell.

Qin Ming stepped onto the main thoroughfare of Yunze Xiancheng.

Passing through the great gates of the immortal city, he immediately mounted his Spirit Light Flying Shuttle and flew at full speed toward the spiritual energy Archipelago.

Behind him, a figure followed in pursuit.

Qin Ming extended his divine sense and quickly detected the person behind him.

It was none other than Luo Rong. A slight curve lifted the corner of Qin Ming's mouth — Luo Rong had, just as expected, come after him.

He pushed the Spirit Light Flying Shuttle to its limit; at his current cultivation, flying at full speed was effortless.

The shuttle trailed a long azure streak of light and vanished into the horizon.

Luo Rong behind him was drenched in sweat from the chase, the distance widening bit by bit.

Qin Ming's divine sense swept the surroundings.

After confirming no one else was present.

He then suddenly slowed down, skirted around a hilltop, and came to a stop.

He had deliberately lured Luo Rong out — he wanted to see what trick the other was playing.

"About right, this will do."

Half a cup of tea's time later.

Luo Rong caught up. Just as he was using his divine sense to search for Qin Ming's position—

Boom! From the side, a ball of ice-blue flame suddenly shot out, striking straight at his face.

Luo Rong felt the searing heat of the flame. Caught off guard by this sudden strike, he was so startled that every hair on his body stood on end.

This ice-blue flame gave him an intense, heart-palpitating sensation.

Luo Rong hurriedly produced a black umbrella defensive magic artifact, barely managing to block this attack.

But several blue flames still landed on his body.

Immediately a fierce burning sensation spread through him; he hastily channeled his magic power to pat out the blue flames.

Just as he was about to make his next move.

Luo Rong's face suddenly stiffened, revealing a terrified expression.

He felt the magic power within his body vanishing at an extremely rapid pace.

The Spirit-Devouring Poison Flame, once it clung on, was like a maggot on bone, as if a spark had leapt into a vat of oil, beginning to rapidly burn his magic power.

Only a few breaths had passed.

Luo Rong felt the magic power within his body, like a breached dam, pouring out in an unstoppable flood.

His face trembled like chaff in a sieve, and his magic power was instantly burned away by more than half.

And the more he used his magic power, the faster it burned.

Even maintaining his flight state was becoming nearly impossible to sustain.

"Wh-what the hell is this?!"

Luo Rong's face was aghast, and he tottered as he fell toward the mountaintop below.

Qin Ming watched all this with cold eyes, then flashed forward in pursuit.

With a wave of his hand, the Spirit-Devouring Poison Flame returned to his hand.

Qin Ming flew down in front of Luo Rong and asked in a flat tone: "Senior Luo, where are you headed? Weren't you chasing me quite closely just now?"

"Fellow Daoist Qin, it's a misunderstanding." Luo Rong's face showed a drained, exhausted look — clearly his magic power was already at its bottom.

His lips trembled, already showing signs of begging for mercy.

A Foundation Establishment stage cultivator without a trace of magic power was little different from a tiger without its fangs.

This bizarre, unfathomable poison flame that could burn a cultivator's magic power — he had encountered it for the very first time, with absolutely no way to deal with it.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want that defective Jade Marrow Ganoderma for?"

Luo Rong, like a puddle of mud, collapsed limply on the ground and said, trembling: "It's for brewing Foundation Establishment Wine. Fellow Daoist Qin, I was wrong, let me off this once!"

"I'm willing to offer up the brewing method!"

At this moment, he could no longer care about the face of a Foundation Establishment great cultivator.

Watching Qin Ming walk toward him step by step, his heart was terrified to the extreme.

Qin Ming was stunned upon hearing this.

Foundation Establishment Wine? There's such a thing?

Then, toward the struggling Luo Rong on the ground, he flicked out a black seed and cast a Thorn Technique.

After several screams, a withered corpse and a blood bead the size of a chicken's egg lay on the ground.

He stored the blood bead, then picked up Luo Rong's storage pouch, erased the restriction with his divine sense, and opened it to look.

After searching through it, he finally found what he was looking for in a corner.

(End of chapter)