Chapter 72: Secretly Crossing the Chen Cang

After achieving his goal, Qin Ming took his leave of Master Huangfu.

To be honest, regarding the power of that spell just now, he would have believed it even if someone said it was unleashed by a Jin Dan old ancestor.

It could only be described as terrifyingly monstrous.

Nowadays, a 100% replica of that spell lay quietly in Qin Ming's storage bag, transformed into a purple leaf.

It could be retrieved at any time, awaiting a destined person.

With this trump card, Qin Ming suddenly felt much more confident.

Qin Ming piloted the Spirit Light Shuttle, flying toward the Qingyang Market.

Along the way, he maintained a moderate speed, as this conserved magic power.

If he flew at full speed, although his velocity would rival that of the Foundation Establishment stage,

the terrifying consumption of magic power meant that even Qin Ming could only sustain it for half an hour.

Just as he reached the halfway point,

"Hmm?"

Qin Ming frowned; he suddenly sensed fluctuations of a magical battle coming from nearby.

In a mountain hollow several hundred zhang away,

more than ten cultivators of the Spirit Feather Sect were surrounding and killing several rogue cultivators, with the area concealed by a hazy blue formation.

Had Qin Ming's spiritual sense not been so powerful, he too would have overlooked it.

"Don't let a single one escape!"

"The news absolutely cannot leak!"

"Kill them all!"

The leader, dressed in the robes of a Spirit Feather Sect core disciple, wielded a Dharma sword and was slaughtering wantonly.

The other party wore the attire of Spirit Feather Sect miners; their cultivation levels varied, clearly indicating they were rogue cultivators who had been recruited.

These few were resisting desperately, but trapped by the Spirit Feather Sect cultivators' formation, they had momentarily become turtles in a jar.

Among the Spirit Feather Sect group, a black-skinned, fat young man held a massive black hammer as a magical treasure, emitting the magic power fluctuation of a perfected Qi Condensation stage.

He approached the few struggling rogue miner cultivators and sneered, "Run? Why aren't you running?"

"Since you few discovered it,"

"you can only blame your own bad luck!"

With that, he drove the hammer magical treasure forward, which instantly smashed heavily into one of the miners.

Seeing the hammer attack, that rogue cultivator's face filled with panic; he hastily activated a round shield magical treasure to block desperately.

Yet the hammer struck his head, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

"Old He!!"

The other few rogue miner cultivators seemed to share deep bonds; seeing their friend killed, their eyes nearly burst from their sockets in rage.

They all began to fight with their lives; knowing they could not escape this formation, they even sought to take their enemies down with them.

"Hahaha, what a brilliant move of crossing the Chen Cang secretly!"

"I fear Lei Yuanzong never even dreamed that Spirit Feather Sect was hiding a Foundation Establishment perfection cultivator with a Heavenly Spirit Root, secretly using the energy of a third-tier spiritual vein to break through to the Jin Dan stage."

"There is no need at all to mine resources on a large scale."

"By the time other sects react, it will be too late for regrets!"

Just as an elderly man with white hair among the rogue miner cultivators let out a tragic laugh, the leading Spirit Feather Sect young man severed his head with a single spell.

"That's for talking too much!" the young cultivator said through gritted teeth, his face gloomy.

He then turned around and continued the slaughter.

Qin Ming's heart grew cold.

He had not the slightest thought of drawing his sword to help upon witnessing injustice.

Having inadvertently stumbled upon such a matter, the best strategy was still to leave.

Qin Ming lightened his movements and, using the cover of clouds and mist, prepared to detour and depart.

"Who goes there!"

In an instant, a purple Dharma sword shot forth, aiming straight for the head atop Qin Ming's neck!

That formation's range of influence seemed quite large; the moment Qin Ming approached, his aura was captured by it.

The Spirit Feather Sect cultivators cleaned up that group of rogue cultivators in a few moves, then transformed into a dozen streaks of escaping light and gave chase.

There were four cultivators at the perfected Qi Condensation stage alone, while the others were all at the middle or late stages.

Just as Qin Ming was about to fully drive the Spirit Light Shuttle to burst out,

he saw the leading young cultivator snort coldly and wave the formation chess pieces in his hand.

The range of the hazy blue formation suddenly expanded, enveloping Qin Ming within.

Suddenly!

Countless sharp spells surged toward him from behind.

Now that the Spirit Feather Sect people were closer, they saw Qin Ming's appearance clearly. "It's actually a spirit farmer from our own sect."

"I thought it was some eyeless fool."

Qin Ming knew that unless he dealt with these people, it would be very difficult for him to escape today.

His gaze turned cold; he formed hand seals in his hand and pointed toward the sky.

In an instant,

wind rose and clouds surged; a mass of black thunder clouds covering an area of several hundred zhang abruptly appeared overhead, accompanied by flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder.

At first.

The cultivators of the Spirit Feather Sect were startled by this imposing aura.

But upon discovering it was merely the Spirit Rain Technique, they all breathed a sigh of relief and burst into loud laughter: "Hahahaha!"

"This kid is so desperate he's even using the Spirit Rain Technique!"

"What's the matter? Trying to give us a bath?"

The words had barely left their mouths.

When a torrential downpour fell from the dark, oppressive clouds.

The cultivators of the Spirit Feather Sect deployed magic power shields to block the rain and flew straight toward Qin Ming to kill him! Yet they had only flown halfway.

When countless transparent poison thorns, thin as hair tips, mixed within the rain, ignored their magic power shields and defensive artifacts, and pierced into their bodies.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Over a dozen cultivators from the Spirit Feather Sect, as if struck by lightning mid-air, went rigid and fell down in unison.

Immediately after, countless thorny vines descended from the clouds, pouncing upon the corpses below, frantically absorbing their essence blood and souls, transforming into beads of blood one by one.

Even two of them at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage were hit and plummeted straight down! Qin Ming waved his hand, drawing those blood beads into his possession.

In just a fleeting instant.

Only the black, fat cultivator wielding a hammer and the leading young core disciple remained at the scene.

The leading young core disciple sensed something was wrong; his face turned pale with shock as he hurriedly shouted, "Wrong! It's a soul attack!"

Qin Ming clearly saw that just as those transparent poison thorns were about to reach the leading young cultivator.

A silver brocade handkerchief, a zhang in length, automatically flew out from his embrace, reflexively enveloping both of them.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes, staring at that brocade handkerchief, and muttered, "To actually possess a soul-defense artifact for protection."

It seems this is another disciple of high status.

Qin Ming immediately withdrew the Yin Sha Cold Rain.

With a flash of movement, leaving behind an afterimage at his original spot.

He instantly appeared above the two of them.

Three inches of Qi and blood true force flickered on Qin Ming's fist as he smashed it down toward that black, fat young cultivator!

The black, fat cultivator reacted, forming hand seals with his own hands, causing that massive black hammer in his grip to instantly swell to twice its size in mid-air.

It smashed down toward Qin Ming like a mountain range!

Boom! A tremendous roar erupted.

With a single punch, Qin Ming sent that massive hammer artifact flying, his speed not diminishing in the slightest.

Immediately after, his fist slammed violently into the black, fat cultivator's head.

Peng! The black, fat cultivator's head, along with his entire upper body, instantly exploded into a mist of blood.

The corpse fell like a tattered rag.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The leading young man formed a sword seal, sending several green sword beams attacking Qin Ming from different directions.

Two of them even bypassed Qin Ming's field of vision, arcing through the air to ambush him from behind.

Qin Ming was not afraid in the least; his powerful divine sense spread out.

Just as several sword beams pierced toward him, Qin Ming casually reached out and grabbed.

Zing! He seized the physical form of the green magic sword in one grasp! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! The green magic sword, gripped tightly by Qin Ming, trembled incessantly and actually began to whimper.

Pu! Not far away, the leading young cultivator, having his artifact broken, spat a mouthful of old blood, his face filled with horror.

Without another word, he mounted his flying artifact and fled for his life.

But.

No matter how fast he was, how could he outrun a top-grade spiritual light shuttle? Within a few breaths, Qin Ming caught up to him.

Without any delay or drag, he punched him straight into a nearby rock wall, the terrifying force directly crushing the opponent to death.

Qin Ming was just about to go over and search the storage bag.

When his expression suddenly changed; he sensed a far more massive aura rushing toward this location.

"Foundation Establishment stage?"

(End of Chapter)