Chapter 90

The other person spoke.

In their words, it seemed Meng Zhangqing’s death was already a foregone conclusion.

"Agreed."

Seeing this, Wei Qing said no more.

The ground beneath his feet shattered, and his body moved like a lingering shadow, charging toward Meng Zhangqing to kill.

Above his head, sword qi whistled; behind him, blood shadows roared.

At this moment, Wei Qing’s strength was absolutely at the level of the sect’s top hundred, perhaps even the top eighty!

"Junior Brother Meng, it is time to lose your head!"

"To thank you, Senior Brother Wei, for bringing these two friends to me, I will let you die a little more easily."

Meng Zhangqing’s lips curled slightly.

He withdrew his gaze from the two men.

From them, he had seen attributes that interested him.

"What?"

Wei Qing did not quite understand.

But the next second, his expression changed drastically, as if his eyes were reflecting countless golden lights.

"Great Freedom: Ten Thousand Swords Return to Sect!"

Suddenly, from within Meng Zhangqing’s body, countless profound gold sword qi whistled out!

Dense and thick!

The quantity was so vast, it was like a sea of swords!

It crushed toward Wei Qing!

"This!"

The cruelty and confidence on Wei Qing’s face had long since vanished, leaving only endless horror!

Although the *Great Freedom Profound Gold Sword Art* was not his primary cultivation, he was very familiar with it!

Such a massive quantity, such a terrifying sword technique!

It clearly meant Meng Zhangqing had practiced the *Great Freedom Profound Gold Sword Art* to the Perfection realm! He had completely surpassed him!

But... how could that be!

Meng Zhangqing had clearly only obtained this martial technique a month and a half ago!

Perfection in a month and a half?

Even a demon born in a human’s womb wouldn't be this absurd!

He remembered spending two full years to reach this realm himself.

"Yellow Springs Blood Devouring: Blood Shadow Body Protection!"

With no time to think, Wei Qing hurriedly activated his martial technique.

The nine blood shadows behind him circled his body, rapidly growing larger like shields.

Yet, in the face of the ocean-like sword qi, they were merely for show; they struggled for only a single breath before completely shattering.

"No!"

Wei Qing roared in despair.

Although he was not a heaven-gifted prodigy, he was not far off.

As long as he completed this mission, he could return to the Demon Sect and receive higher-level training!

But now, everything was gone.

Boom!

Wei Qing was instantly submerged and ground into dust!

Whoosh!

Thousands of sword qi returned to his body.

Only a pool of blood-mud remained on the spot.

Meng Zhangqing made a grasping motion with his fingers, and a storage ring fell into his hand.

Not looting a corpse after killing.

That is not a good habit.

Immediately, his gaze fell upon the two people not far away.

At this moment.

The two stood frozen in place.

They seemed to be in a state of utter bewilderment.

Heaven knows what they had just seen.

Wei Qing, at full power, had charged over viciously, only to be... killed in a second?

"Damn it!"

The man beside him came to his senses and cursed angrily, "Wei Qing, I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

Before they came, Wei Qing had sworn that this was just a newly risen prodigy with shallow foundations and not much strength, and that they could definitely take him down.

He and the Green Pill Old Man only needed to be responsible for guarding the flanks!

But now???

This is not much strength?

You were killed in a second!

If he hadn't seen wrong, that was the Perfection-level *Great Freedom Profound Gold Sword Art*!

This martial technique was already extremely strong among Earth-grade low-tier arts; once perfected, its power was not even inferior to mid-tier ones!

"Damn Wei Qing, he dragged us here to be buried with him!"

The Green Pill Old Man recovered and couldn't help but curse as well.

If looks could kill, Wei Qing’s pool of blood-mud would have been shredded again.

The two men’s strength was slightly inferior to Wei Qing’s; if even Wei Qing had died so cleanly, let alone them.

"Run!"

Not daring to think further, the two turned to flee, but their raised feet instantly froze.

Because a person was already standing before them.

It was none other than Meng Zhangqing.

"The ancient saying goes: 'Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar?' Why are you two leaving in such a hurry? Won't you let me fulfill the duties of a host?"

Meng Zhangqing slowly drew the long sword at his waist.

The sharpness unique to a high-grade spirit weapon sent a deep chill down their spines.

"Um, if I say we aren't with Wei Qing, would you believe it?"

One of them said.

Unlike the Green Pill Old Man, he was a pure martial artist named Xiong Boyan.

In the Yellow Springs Demon Sect, he held a not-insignificant position as a high-grade deacon.

"Of course I can believe you, but you must agree to a small request of mine."

Meng Zhangqing smiled slightly.

"What request?"

The two were stunned.

"I love making friends in my life, especially experts like you, so could you agree to become my friends?"

Meng Zhangqing said.

"?"

Both doubted they had heard correctly.

Friends?

What is this nonsense?

You, a dignified true disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect, want to be friends with us demonic cultivators?

Swish!

Meng Zhangqing’s figure flashed with extreme speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Xiong Boyan.

The sharp Red Firmament Sword was held horizontally against his neck.

"I am a very sincere person who likes to make friends through virtue. Speak, are you willing to be my friend!"

Meng Zhangqing wore a smile.

But his words made one’s heart run cold.

"A lunatic, he is absolutely a lunatic!"

This was the only thought left in their minds.

Who forces others to become their friends!

And 'making friends through virtue'!

Is your way of making friends holding a sword to someone’s throat?!

"I am willing!"

Sensing the sharpness of the blade, Xiong Boyan dared not hesitate and quickly agreed.

No matter what, he would go along with this madman first.

Crack!

However, the moment the words fell, sword light flashed.

A fine head flew into the air.

Bright red blood sprayed from the neck, splattering the ground.

This scene left the Green Pill Old Man stunned.

"Damn, he killed him even after he agreed!"

Coming to his senses, the Green Pill Old Man cursed, "You are truly a complete lunatic!"

"If he is willing, at least he dies cleanly and without pain."

Meng Zhangqing looked at the Green Pill Old Man, "As expected, I am quite kind when it comes to treating friends, don't you agree?"

Meeting Meng Zhangqing’s gaze, the Green Pill Old Man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Strong strength might not be that scary.

But a strong lunatic is a different story.

Heaven knows what kind of torture he would suffer.

"I’ll fight you to the death!"

Green flames surged from the Green Pill Old Man’s hands.

Clearly, he was an alchemist.

And a rather rare Third-Grade Alchemist at that!

Whoosh!

Yet, Meng Zhangqing’s figure disappeared again, leaving only faint clouds of smoke.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the Green Pill Old Man.

Sword light flashed.

Two arms flew off.

The sword tip, still stained with blood, was shoved directly into the Green Pill Old Man’s mouth.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The Green Pill Old Man trembled all over, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Even though his arms were gone and intense pain coursed through his body, he dared not make a sound.

"Now, are you willing to be my friend?"

Meng Zhangqing said gently.

"Mmm-hmm!"

The Green Pill Old Man’s voice was garbled, but he nodded frantically in fear.

"Very good."

Pfft!

The sword tip moved forward an inch, piercing him through.

Bang!

The light in the Green Pill Old Man’s eyes faded, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Ding!"

"Successfully added Xiong Boyan as a friend!"

"Current favorability: One Star!"

"Obtained attribute: Superior Comprehension!"

"Ding!"

"Successfully added Green Pill Old Man as a friend!"

"Current favorability: One Star!"

"Obtained attribute: Third-Grade Alchemy Attainment!"

In his mind, the system’s voice rang out continuously.

Meng Zhangqing nodded with satisfaction.

Luck was good; at least one of them provided the attribute he wanted.

Third-Grade Alchemy Attainment!

When the two appeared, Meng Zhangqing had opened his Eye of Investigation.

When he saw this old man was a Third-Grade Alchemist, his heart was filled with joy.

He hadn't expected an unexpected harvest!

This Wei Qing truly burned himself and others, all to fulfill him.

A good man, absolutely a good man.

A Third-Grade Alchemist is not something you see everywhere.

They are quite rare.

Even in the sect, there aren't many.

If placed in the outside world, they would be a master with countless martial artists flocking to them!

Alchemy attainment does not necessarily follow one’s cultivation realm.

Some alchemists might have Sea-Opening realm cultivation but still only have Second-Grade alchemy attainment.

Even with Creation realm cultivation, they might still be Second-Grade.

That is why a Third-Grade Alchemist is truly precious.

Having killed one today, the Yellow Springs Demon Sect will likely be heartbroken.

As for that Xiong Boyan.

He had a cultivation technique attribute on him that Meng Zhangqing was quite interested in.

It was called *Yellow Springs Nether Scripture: Part B*.

Judging by the name, it seemed to have some prestige; it was definitely an Earth-grade technique or secret art.

It was a pity he hadn't obtained it.

Otherwise, he could have seen what it was like.