Chapter 415: Settling Grudges, Old Demon Qingyang

In the main hall, after hearing this, Qin Ming vaguely associated it with a familiar figure.

But he did not interrupt Lady Nalan Xi's words, only listening to her continue:

"This person, whether in courage or means, far exceeds any previous demon sect member. He originally did not belong to any demon sect."

"Yet he rose in just a few decades. Now, his cultivation has broken through to the Core Formation Late-stage realm, becoming the person with the highest cultivation among the six demon sects."

"Of course, it is quite different now that Fellow Daoist Qin has returned..."

Qin Ming heard this and immediately asked bluntly: "Is that person's name Lin Lin Zixiao?"

Once these words were out, Lady Nalan Xi and Gu Gu Qingzhao looked at each other, stunned on the spot.

"Uh... exactly."

"Could it be... Fellow Daoist Qin knows this demon hero?" Gu Gu Qingzhao asked in surprise.

Qin Ming nodded slowly. "Yes, that's right. We don't just know each other; Qin and this person were neighbors for several years back at the Qingyang Market."

Afterward, he told them about his past grudges with Lin Lin Zixiao, omitting some things that were inconvenient to reveal.

Hearing Qin Ming's detailed account, it truly exceeded the two women's expectations.

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Qin to have such grudges with this peerless demon hero." Lady Nalan Xi couldn't calm her heart for a long time after hearing it.

Gu Gu Qingzhao hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Then what is Fellow Daoist Qin's specific cultivation level upon returning this time?"

Because they were about to face such a ruthless and peerless demon hero, she was slightly worried.

"Core Formation perfection," Qin Ming said indifferently.

Hum~ Even though they couldn't believe it, confirming it from Qin Ming's own mouth left their minds blank, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

Their gazes toward Qin Ming were even more complex.

Besides sincere congratulations, there was also deep envy.

Besides that, with him holding the fort in the four Southern Wasteland countries, they were saved; they didn't have to struggle to support it anymore.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Qin. You are only one final step away from the Nascent Soul Great Dao. It is truly a joyous occasion," the two women congratulated again.

Qin Ming smiled slightly, not being overly humble.

Because they might not know that he had returned this time specifically to prepare for condensing his Nascent Soul in the Southern Wasteland.

In their understanding, even if Qin Ming had reached Core Formation perfection, it would be very difficult to touch the Nascent Soul realm without a hundred or eighty years of preparation.

After all, for a Core Formation cultivator to attempt to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, it required not only talent and opportunity but also corresponding massive resources and luck.

This was why those who sought the Dao were as numerous as carp crossing the river, while those who achieved it were few and far between.

While speaking, Qin Ming raised his hand and waved.

A streak of blood light flashed, and two massive black pig heads rolled onto the floor.

Immediately, he cast a spell at the heads on the ground, striking them with a technique.

Pfft!

The two massive beast heads exploded like watermelons, and from within, a pitch-black crystal fragment emerged, emitting a nauseating odor.

It was also inscribed with complex runes.

Qin Ming raised his hand and summoned the magic crystal before him to observe it, saying to the two women with an extremely determined expression:

"In Qin's view, this beast tide is different from the past. It must be someone manipulating it from behind the scenes."

Lady Nalan Xi and Gu Gu Qingzhao saw this scene and deeply agreed, their gazes revealing gravity.

"In my opinion, it is nine times out of ten that demon Lin Lin Zixiao causing trouble. Qin has returned this time, so I will resolve this matter once and for all." Qin Ming's gaze was slightly cold, and with a virtual palm grasp, he turned the black crystal in the air into dust.

He was very clear that Lin Lin Zixiao's luck was truly not small, and he had an old grandfather living inside his body... truly not to be underestimated.

After Qin Ming exchanged with the two women for a short half-day, he had roughly grasped the situation in the Southern Wasteland.

Immediately, he did not stay long and prepared to take his leave.

Upon parting, Gu Gu Qingzhao suddenly came over and bowed deeply to Qin Ming, sincerely grateful: "For decades, thank you, Fellow Daoist Qin, for taking care of our pavilion's business in Dajin; otherwise, it wouldn't have developed so quickly."

"Old Jia told me everything. If it weren't for you, Fellow Daoist Qin, I fear the business of the Jingxue Pavilion wouldn't be what it is today."

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Gu, no need to be polite. We each took what we needed. I didn't lose out; I gained quite a few benefits."

"Moreover, if Qin returns to Dajin in the future, I will still need this identity of the Jingxue Pavilion." Qin Ming smiled indifferently.

"Will Fellow Daoist Qin be leaving again... That's right, with your ability, the mere Southern Wasteland will not become a place to bind you..." Gu Gu Qingzhao said with a hint of desolation.

Qin Ming exchanged pleasantries with her, not looking at her reaction, and released the Lingxiao Treasure Carriage again, transforming into a five-colored flowing light and leaving Canghai Immortal City.

Lady Nalan Xi and Gu Gu Qingzhao watched Qin Ming depart, their gazes complex, remaining silent for a long time.

At the same time.

Within the Sea-Cang Immortal City, the earth-shattering news of the legendary cultivator's return to the Southern Wilds has already exploded throughout the city.

"What?! The Island Master of Wangyue Island has returned?"

"That's right! The one who wiped out the Black Mane Demon King with one move earlier was True Person Wangyue."

"What kind of terrifying strength is this? I fear he has already reached Core Formation Late-stage?"

"More than that, didn't you see how majestic the giant crocodile demon beast pulling the carriage was? It must be at least a Tier 3 Mid-stage Demon King."

"There were actually people saying True Person Qin was in closed-door life-and-death cultivation; it seems they were all rumors!"

"The peerless scene just now of instantly killing the Black Mane Demon King and crushing the beast tide—even if someone said a Nascent Soul True Person had arrived, I would believe it!"

"True Person Qin has returned strongly; perhaps he can resolve the great disaster of our Southern Wasteland..."

"..."

For a time, the news of True Person Wangyue's strong return swept through the Southern Wasteland Immortal Realm like a tide.

Inside the Lingxiao Treasure Carriage, Qin Ming's gaze flickered incessantly.

After some understanding, he decided to resolve the tumor of the six demon sects before returning to the island.

By the way, he would settle the past grudges with Lin Lin Zixiao in one go.

Only then could he calmly plan the next great matter of condensing his Nascent Soul.

Otherwise, with Qin Ming's steady personality, he really disliked the feeling of having a thorn in his back.

Qin Ming now had the Lingxiao Treasure Carriage, and with the Qing Xuan Water Crocodile and azure-wave seahorses pulling it, his flight speed could be said to be no slower than a Nascent Soul True Person.

After only ten-plus days, he arrived at the border of the Jin State.

Behind the Lei Yuanmo Sect, at the Mo'ya Cave.

Lin Lin Zixiao, in black robes, was rubbing a Buddha mask in his hand and muttering to himself: "Unknowingly, I have had intersections with Fellow Daoist Qin for over a hundred years."

"I didn't expect it! I even thought... after the Battle of Taihu, Fellow Daoist Qin had vanished from then on..."

"Unknowingly, he has actually returned to the Southern Wasteland."

"In these few decades, I don't know what level Fellow Daoist Qin has grown to..."

At this moment, an incomparably old voice came from within Lin Lin Zixiao's body:

"Hehehe! The Black Mane Demon King born from the demonization technique I taught you was easily wiped out by him. It's not hard to see that this kid has already become a climate, likely not below you now."

"What's more, you are no longer his match. You'd better think about how to run away? Don't keep thinking about your great cause of unifying the Southern Wasteland Immortal Realm."

"A mere tiny place, such a short-sighted view is truly a waste of my efforts, residing in your body." Lin Lin Zixiao's cold face showed a flicker in his eyes, and he said somewhat unwillingly: "Old Ghost, that's impossible, right? I only used less than two hundred years to cultivate to the Core Formation Late-stage realm."

"Qin Ming can't be faster than me, right?"

The old voice was full of disdain and said indifferently: "That's because your knowledge is shallow. I observe that kid's luck is extraordinary; he should have inherited some incredible legacy."

"If things go wrong, his cultivation now is only stronger than yours, not weaker."

"Listen to my advice, don't dream your spring and autumn dreams of unifying the immortal realm. It's better to let me recover some strength."

"Hehehe!"

Lin Lin Zixiao's gaze was cold, and he shouted angrily: "Shut up! Old Ghost! Do you believe I will throw you into the Soul Refining Pool and never let you be reincarnated?"

"Fine, fine, fine! I had good intentions for you, but it was treated as a donkey's lung. Do as you please!" After saying this, the old voice in the air fell directly into silence.

Just at this moment.

A black-robed cultivator entered from outside and reported to Lin Lin Zixiao: "Big Brother, the latest intelligence has come from below, saying that person has already left Canghai Immortal City."

"Oh? Did you find out exactly where he went?" Lin Lin Zixiao's gaze flickered slightly.

The black-robed cultivator was embarrassed: "Uh... the other party's escape technique was too fast, the people watching on the periphery couldn't keep up. Uh... nine times out of ten, he should have returned to his old nest, Wangyue Island."

"You have the people of the six demon sects send some people to probe his bottom cards. If this person is not removed in a day, my great cause of unification will be difficult to achieve." Lin Lin Zixiao thought for a moment and said.

"As long as I can control the four countries in my hands and collect resources, let alone Core Formation perfection, with the Old Ghost's help, even the Nascent Soul realm is possible to achieve, as long as that person is resolved..."

"By then, kill those who block me, kill those who block me! Who would dare to stop me?"

"The current chaotic situation in the Southern Wasteland is my opportunity!"

Lin Lin Zixiao was also ruthless and incredibly cunning, clearly wanting to use the cultivators of the six demon sects as cannon fodder to probe Qin Ming's specific means before making a response.

The black-robed cultivator's face showed great joy, and he was about to bow and retreat.

But the next moment.

In the dark, he suddenly felt a massive pressure strike, like an invisible giant hand, grabbing him alive! Bang! Immediately, the black-robed cultivator was instantly crushed by the five-element giant hand, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

He couldn't even let out a final scream.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, it seems you are very wary of Qin? You actually didn't hesitate to mobilize the power of the six demon sects to probe my means."

"Why don't you try it yourself?"

Suddenly.

A faint voice sounded out of thin air, suddenly giving Lin Lin Zixiao a big fright.

Lin Lin Zixiao stood up abruptly, spread his spiritual sense to scan, and then in the empty space in front.

Unknown when, a plain-looking youth appeared, emitting an aura of green years, looking at him indifferently.

"It's... it's you... Qin Ming!"

Lin Lin Zixiao's gaze shrank abruptly, and he subconsciously sacrificed a black magic blade, fully channeling his Core Formation Late-stage spiritual power to execute the demonization technique.

In an instant, he transformed into a four-winged demon head, holding a magic blade, and slashed a black streak at Qin Ming, instantly crossing dozens of zhang of distance, invincible, slashing fiercely at Qin Ming!

This slash poured out all of Lin Lin Zixiao's life force; he used his full strength as soon as he attacked, just in case.

However.

Suddenly.

Hum~ Bang! Just at this moment, a black shadow leaped out, holding a black steel fork and sweeping it casually, a black mysterious light flashing past.

Lin Lin Zixiao's full-force strike in his demonized state was actually swept away by the other party.

"Tier 3 perfection semi-transformed great demon!"

Boom! Immediately after.

A terrifying spiritual sense power that made the soul tremble swept over like a mountain collapse and tsunami.

It made it impossible to produce any intention of resistance.

The demonized Lin Lin Zixiao widened his eyes, revealing an unbelievable look.

Under this spiritual sense power.

His entire demon body stagnated, as if frozen in mid-air, and the black blade in his hand let out a mournful cry before falling to the ground.

Under this terrifying spiritual pressure, the spiritual power within Lin Lin Zixiao's body was forcibly pushed back.

He looked at the plain-looking Qin Ming with unwillingness, as if he had seen something unbelievable:

"You... impossible! Nascent Soul-level spiritual sense power!"

Qin Ming's gaze was as calm as water, and his voice was as still as an ancient well: "There is nothing impossible. Fellow Daoist Lin, if you want to blame someone... you can only blame yourself for having too much ambition."

"The Southern Wasteland is Qin's home; how can I allow you to act recklessly?"

Lin Lin Zixiao's gaze now only held unwillingness, shock, and confusion.

In just a few decades, with the Old Ghost's help, he had broken through to the Core Formation Late-stage realm, feeling that he had grown very fast.

No one in the demon sect could match him.

But who would have thought that Qin Ming, the good neighbor who walked out of Qingyang Market together, had actually walked ahead of him and reached a realm he could hardly reach.

Swish! Not giving him any chance.

The black steel fork in the Heaven-Devouring Rat's hand swept past, a piece of mysterious light lit up, and Lin Lin Zixiao's head flew off directly, rolling to the ground.

Thus, the generation of demon heroes who had dominated the Southern Wasteland Immortal Realm fell here.

Lin Lin Zixiao's eyes were still wide open until his death, as if he couldn't believe all this.

Qin Ming flicked his finger, executing the Thorn Technique to suck his corpse dry, turning it into a blood bead.

However, just at this moment.

A gray phantom, taking advantage of Qin Ming and the Heaven-Devouring Rat's inattention, actually fled from Lin Lin Zixiao's dried corpse, wanting to escape.

Boom! A trace of mockery crossed the corner of Qin Ming's mouth, and with a casual wave, a blood-colored curtain shrouded the entire space.

It was the Tier 3 supreme-grade magic treasure he had obtained from the hands of the Blood Refining Demon Sect's Holy Son—the Demon Luo Heaven Curtain.

That gray spiritual body slammed fiercely into the blood-colored light wall, almost collapsing.

"Ouch!"

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life!"

Qin Ming looked closely and saw that this spiritual body was a gray, ragged old man. At this moment, he was incredibly embarrassed, kowtowing to him repeatedly, without any demeanor of a master...

Although he knew that Lin Lin Zixiao being able to grow so fast definitely had something to do with this "Old Grandfather,"

he had no interest in such things that were out of his control and was about to strangle his soul.

But he only saw the old man waving his hands and shouting loudly: "Old man is Qingyangzi of the Qingyuan Sect, I am of great use to you! Please show mercy!"

"This damn Lin Lin Zixiao, stubborn, wouldn't listen to my advice, and pitted this ancestor so miserably. I'm truly numb! Woo woo!"

"I sensed the spiritual power aura of the 'Qingdi Technique' on you, Fellow Daoist, please don't let the water wash away the Dragon King Temple!"

"Old man is willing to offer a strand of my original soul, from now on, I am at your command..."

When the emotion reached its peak, the down-and-out old man actually lost his composure and cried.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 416 =====