Chapter 22

For the next few days, Lou Qinghe was practicing whenever he had nothing to do.

Besides pill refining, he was practicing the Heavenly Intent Sword Controlling Technique and the Ghost Control Technique, both of which had a certain improvement.

【Yijian Sect Sword Control Technique LV2 (75/200)】

【Ghost Control Technique LV1 (18/100)】

However, the Ghost Control Technique consumes a lot of spiritual energy and cannot be promoted as quickly as the Fire Control Technique.

And practicing the Ghost Control Technique every day, being surrounded by the yin energy of ghosts every day, the blood flow rate was dropping rapidly, and he was dizzy at night, and his physique began to decline.

On the fourth day, Lou Qinghe did not close-door practice anymore.

It was time to nourish his body.

He came to the Spirit Poultry Workshop, and finally spent a large price of ten Low-grade Spirit Stones to buy a spirit chicken and walked toward his home.

There was a small stream connecting the moat from the Longmen Market to Qingyun Street, and at this time, rogue cultivators were catching spirit fish.

These spirit fish were extremely difficult to catch in the water, and rogue cultivators used methods to catch them; if they caught three, they would hand over two, and then they could catch fish here at will.

Besides planting spirit fields, catching fish was considered the most popular job for rogue cultivators.

As for mining, that was basically done by poor rogue cultivators who were sold into it.

The autumn wind blew, lifting pieces of leaves, which fell into the river water, causing ripples.

Just then, Lou Qinghe saw a familiar figure.

"Fellow Daoist Pei!"

Pei Siyu had just caught spirit fish for four days and had just come out of the cold river water when she suddenly heard a familiar voice calling her from behind.

It was that man!

Turning her head, she indeed saw Lou Qinghe grinning, holding a spirit chicken in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Pei, why are you so afraid?"

Even after a long time, Lou Qinghe still found intentionally or unintentionally that Pei Siyu had defenses against him, as if it were a natural instinct.

"No, not afraid..."

Pei Siyu turned her body slightly, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

Lou Qinghe smiled: "I bought a spirit chicken, let's have a meal together later."

"Ah!?"

Pei Siyu looked at the man in front of her somewhat flustered upon hearing Lou Qinghe's words.

Lou Qinghe shook the spirit chicken in his hand: "I can't finish this spirit chicken."

"I....."

Pei Siyu was somewhat stuttering.

The price of spirit poultry has never been cheap, especially with the recent continuous rise in prices.

Last time Lou Qinghe gave her beast meat, and this favor hadn't been repaid yet.

"Okay, okay."

Looking at that aggressive gaze, Pei Siyu finally nodded.

Lou Qinghe laughed and said: "Let's go, home, roast chicken."

The autumn wind had a bit of chill, and the two walked side by side.

Pei Siyu's heart was beating very fast.

At this time, a scorching spiritual energy was input into her body, making her feel a trace of warmth.

Carefully looking up, it was that angular side face.

At this instant, her heart beat even faster, as if it was about to jump out of her small mouth in the next moment.

This road was very short, but for Pei Siyu, it was very long, and they walked for a long, long time.

The two soon arrived at Pei Siyu's home.

"You go boil the water, I'll kill the chicken first." Lou Qinghe put the spirit chicken on the ground, then looked around, and found a precious sword hanging on the wall.

That precious sword was very old, as if it had been pulled out of a grave.

Pei Siyu discovered Lou Qinghe's gaze and whispered: "That, that sword is a family heirloom, never used."

Lou Qinghe chuckled: "Forget it, just give me any knife."

Pei Siyu hurriedly took out a knife from the kitchen.

Lou Qinghe took the knife and shouted at the chicken's neck: "Little chicken, little chicken, don't blame me, you are a dish in the human world."

Saying that, he slashed at the chicken's neck.

Blood suddenly spurted out and landed in the bowl.

Through the veil, one could see Pei Siyu's pair of beautiful eyes carrying a trace of curiosity.

Lou Qinghe smiled and explained: "This is the incantation for killing chickens in my hometown."

"Oh....."

Pei Siyu sat on the side and buried her head very deep upon hearing this.

Then, Lou Qinghe came to the kitchen, and the spirit chicken became a delicious dish and was served, and the aroma filled the entire courtyard.

"The last time I ate chicken was the last time."

Lou Qinghe licked his lips and said: "Come, let's eat."

Saying that, he began to eat heartily.

But soon Lou Qinghe found that Pei Siyu was just sitting there quietly, never moving her chopsticks.

Lou Qinghe put down his bowl and chopsticks and said: "Why aren't you eating?"

Pei Siyu whispered: "You, you eat first."

No matter what Lou Qinghe said, Pei Siyu insisted on letting him finish eating first.

Seeing the face vaguely visible under the veil, Lou Qinghe suddenly realized: "Then let's divide it into two portions, and we'll both eat with our backs turned."

"No, no need, you eat first."

Pei Siyu hurriedly waved her hand after hearing this.

Lou Qinghe divided it directly into two portions, then placed one in front of Pei Siyu, and he turned around to eat directly.

Pei Siyu's face flushed, and she gently lifted her veil.

Hearing the sound of chewing and swallowing behind him, Lou Qinghe's lips curled up slightly.

The two leaned back against each other, not speaking anymore.

The rustling sound, but there was an inexplicable warmth.

Lou Qinghe opened his mouth and said: "Have you been catching spirit fish lately?"

"Hmm."

Pei Siyu's voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum: "I'm there during the day, and I'll sew some robes at night, waiting for a while to sell them in the market."

Catching fish was a very hard job, soaking in cold river water for a long time, and sometimes it took two or three days to catch one fish.

Losing her job at the clothing workshop made her life even worse.

Soon, the two finished their meal.

Lou Qinghe got up and prepared to leave.

"Wait... wait a moment."

Pei Siyu called out to Lou Qinghe, then took out a black cloak from the room: "The last one was too small, this is a new one I made; although there is only one restriction on it, the materials are all new."

Lou Qinghe looked closely, and the black cloak was made of excellent materials, seemingly the fur of some rare beast, impervious to water and fire.

Although only one restriction was placed, it was the most precious Spirit Gathering restriction.

It can gather spiritual energy during cultivation, comparable to half a First-Grade Middle-Grade Spirit Gathering Pill.

Second-grade magic robe!

An ordinary rogue cultivator might not be able to afford this second-grade magic robe even after saving for decades.

From this, one can imagine the preciousness of this magic robe.

Lou Qinghe gently stroked the robe: "This must have used up all the Spirit Stones on you, right?"

Pei Siyu said tremblingly: "S-sorry, and the Spirit Stones you gave me last time......"

Saying that, she lowered her head as if afraid that Lou Qinghe would blame her.

For the next few days, Lou Qinghe would still go to the market to set up a stall to sell pills.

Today the sun was bright, shining on people with warmth.

People were coming and going in the market, very lively.

Lou Qinghe sat in the corner, calculating secretly in his heart.

Now he had seven Middle-grade Spirit Stones in his hand, not too many and not too few, enough to live stably for a long time.

But besides a set of flying needles, he had no magical artifacts for self-defense.

"Earn money, buy ore, and then refine a flying sword."

Lou Qinghe thought secretly.

Which rogue cultivator wants to set up a street stall for a lifetime!?

And which rogue cultivator doesn't want to be an invincible great sword immortal for once!?

"What is the background of these people....."

Suddenly, Lou Qinghe keenly felt that the market was a bit strange today.

There seemed to be some uncommon rogue cultivators in the market; although there were many rogue cultivators from other streets and markets coming to the Longmen Market on weekdays.

But today, these rogue cultivators were all looking around, seeming very nervous.

The thin mist in the air was slightly cold, bringing a chill that seeped into the heart.

Silently, the air above the market suddenly seemed to stand still.

"Not good!"

A horrifying chill rose from Lou Qinghe's spine, climbing all the way to his crown, making his brain almost feel like his soul was about to emerge.

Boom!

Boom!

A gigantic flying boat pierced through from afar, carrying an inexplicably powerful and domineering momentum.

For a time, all the rogue cultivators in the market were like being suddenly hit by frost, their faces pale, and looks of panic appeared in their eyes.

The air was so heavy that it could drip mercury, and every breath was difficult to inhale.

A figure on the flying boat looked down at the rogue cultivators in the market, his gaze cold, just like a person standing by a fence looking at the poultry in a cage.

Foundation Establishment cultivator!

It was actually a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

This was Lou Qinghe exclaiming in his heart.

A clear shout resounded in all directions: "The Zhou Family colluded with the Baigu Sect! The crime is unforgivable, the evidence is conclusive, today I am ordered by the Seventh Elder! To exterminate the clan!"

The moment he finished speaking, the Foundation Establishment cultivator stepped on the clear wind, suspended at a height of several zhang, holding a magic bead in his left hand, and lightly pointed with his right hand.

In an instant, the white ribbon wrapped around the outside of the magic bead had turned into streaks of wind blades, covering the sky and the earth, falling toward the bottom.

The wind blades grew as they saw the wind, and in an instant, they had turned into the size of a zhang, like surging giant waves, rolling over the surroundings in layers.

"Booming......"

Wherever the wind blades passed, brick walls cracked, wood and stone collapsed, and flesh and blood bodies were even harder to resist.

In the blink of an eye, dust flew, and the Longmen Market's landmark building, Long Men Tang, had already vanished into ashes!

Instantly, the entire market was in chaos.

"The Zhou Family is finished....."

Lou Qinghe rolled up his stall and ran toward the outside of the market.

PS: Looking at the follow-up reading, I feel that the first round won't pass, so I sent it out early.