Chapter 265: Black Stone Valley

Seeing Song Qingming agree readily, several Xiaoyao Sect cultivators, including Bai Yunhua, cast friendly smiles at him one after another.

"Since Fellow Daoist Song has already agreed, then let's not delay and set off immediately. It is estimated that we will be busy again when we arrive at Black Stone Valley."

The middle-aged man who spoke just now exchanged glances with several other fellow disciples and soon made a decision.

Half an hour later, a black spiritual boat crossed the side of Mount Guyang and quickly turned to fly toward the east.

On the flying spiritual boat, besides Song Qingming and the four Xiaoyao Sect Law Enforcement Hall deacons, including Bai Yunhua, there were also three Qi Condensation Xiaoyao Sect disciples. They were all blood relatives of the Xiaoyao Sect disciples who went missing after going out with Song Qingze this time.

These people could be considered the existence of backups for this action. In case Song Qingming couldn't find those missing disciples, they could only put in some effort on them.

After all, the Xiaoyao Sect was the absolute hegemon of Wei Country. So many disciples went missing all at once, and their families had already come to the door. If they didn't give an explanation quickly, if this spread out, it would definitely affect the sect's reputation. In order to clarify this matter earlier, the Law Enforcement Hall also spent a lot of effort this time.

Everyone took turns consuming magic power to drive the spiritual boat, and the speed was much faster than usual, reaching a thousand li a day.

Looking at the spiritual boat under his feet, Song Qingming was really somewhat envious. This was a spiritual item unique to the Xiaoyao Sect. In the entire Wei Country, besides Xiaoyao Sect cultivators, very few outsiders could obtain this kind of spiritual boat.

The spiritual boat they were riding this time was taken out by the middle-aged Xiaoyao Sect man who was steering at the back, the Martial Brother Wang in Bai Yunhua's mouth. It could carry ten people to travel together at once, and its flying speed was far beyond the imperial sword flight of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators. The flying boat could not only be used for transportation but was also a favorable magic tool for chasing and fleeing.

Ever since Song Qingming established his Foundation, he had always wanted such a spiritual item. It was just a pity that, like high-tier puppet beasts, spiritual boats were also important strategic materials within the Xiaoyao Sect and almost never circulated to the squares outside.

Cultivators in Wei Country who could possess spiritual boats basically bought them from other countries, or were Foundation Establishment cultivators who had made great contributions to the Xiaoyao Sect and had the opportunity to exchange for one from within the Xiaoyao Sect.

Whether it was a large square like Yangshan Square or the Mount Bai Long Heaven-Dan Alliance auction, Song Qingming had never had the opportunity to see the appearance of this spiritual item. This was also one of the few major regrets in his life after establishing his Foundation. He didn't know when he would have the opportunity to get his wish.

After the spiritual boat walked east for three days, everyone passed through a small square and soon arrived at a gray small mountain without any vitality.

Looking at the distinct desolate scene below, everyone had already guessed that the destination this time should be arriving soon.

Sure enough, as expected, the spiritual boat flew forward for dozens of li and landed on a relatively flat gray ground.

"Everyone, come down and prepare first. Ahead is Black Stone Valley."

It was still the middle-aged man who was driving the spiritual boat who spoke. He was also the leader of this mission.

Through the acquaintance of these few days, Song Qingming also understood the situation of these few people.

Besides Bai Yunhua, among the remaining three, the one with the highest cultivation base was the middle-aged man who led the team, named Wang Mengxiao.

Among the other two, the older old man called himself Hu Zhongxing. He hadn't said a word along the way and was a person who liked quietness relatively. The younger one was slightly shorter, named Yang Cheng, a cultivator from a loose cultivator background. This person's luck was very good. After joining the Xiaoyao Sect, he not only successfully established his Foundation but also became a relatively rare second-grade alchemist.

The remaining three Qi Condensation cultivators had been sitting with so many Foundation Establishment seniors for these few days, which was really bitter for them. Until now, they were still somewhat trembling and didn't dare to speak loudly.

After everyone got off the spiritual boat, Wang Mengxiao directly put away the spiritual boat and led everyone to walk a distance forward, arriving in front of a canyon where two mountains intersected.

Song Qingming looked around and discovered that this place was indeed as recorded in the ancient texts. There wasn't even a single weed to be seen in the bare surroundings. The places surrounding the two ends of the canyon were all a piece of gray ground that seemed to have been burned by charcoal fire.

It was rumored that tens of thousands of years ago, this place was still a high-tier spiritual land with birds singing and flowers fragrant. It was just because two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators fought a life-and-death battle here for some unknown reason.

As a result, the two fought for days and nights and eventually both suffered losses without getting any benefits. They also smashed the spiritual vein here to pieces, turning a good place into a dead land of absolute spirit, and even many low-tier cultivators and mortals nearby who didn't have time to escape suffered along with it. It could truly be said to be a loss that outweighed the gain and damaged the Dao of heaven.

The fighting of high-tier cultivators often made low-tier cultivators and mortals the first to suffer. This was also a fact in the cultivation world that was very difficult for people to accept. In the eyes of high-tier cultivators, the mortals at the bottom were like ants, and not many high-tier cultivators would care about their life or death.

Seeing that the fighting of Nascent Soul level cultivators could have such great destructive power, Song Qingming really didn't dare to think about what kind of scene it would be if Soul Transformation cultivators took action.

After arriving at the valley entrance, Wang Mengxiao stopped his steps first, took out a yellow talisman paper and placed it in his hand, and then began to cast spells until this talisman paper lit up with spiritual light, before he turned his head to look at Song Qingming with a smile.

At this time, Song Qingming had also long been prepared. A drop of essence blood separated from his body had already shot toward the talisman paper in Wang Mengxiao's hand.

After a burst of fire ignited, the talisman paper in Wang Mengxiao's hand slowly turned into a pile of ashes, and then another wisp of green smoke emerged.

"How is it, Martial Brother Wang? Have you found them?"

Wang Mengxiao didn't answer immediately, but first slowly put away the spell, then carefully looked at the green smoke rising from the pile of ashes in his hand, before slowly saying, "They have been found. According to the direction pointed by the green smoke, they are in the valley."

This blood-connection method of Wang Mengxiao was really somewhat magical. Being able to find Song Qingze, who had been missing for several months, so quickly was really a useful spell. It was just a pity that this was someone else's unique secret technique, and it was really somewhat difficult for him to want to learn this.

According to the green smoke in the ashes in Wang Mengxiao's hand pointing the way, everyone entered the canyon and came to a relatively small cave, slowly walking forward.

Besides those three Qi Condensation cultivators who remained outside to be responsible for responding to them, Song Qingming also followed them into the cave.

Looking at the narrow cave and thinking of the dead land in pieces near the canyon, Song Qingming really didn't dare to think about what kind of person would build his cave dwelling here.

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