Chapter 379

However, the result that the man in red could think of, Song Qingming naturally knew very well in his heart.

The reason he did this was also because there was no other way. He had long since witnessed some of the man in red's methods and escape speed. He knew that if he didn't maintain this fastest speed with all his might, he would be caught up by the other party before long.

Once he was entangled by the other party, and after the old man in yellow and Ye Shujie caught up in a while, he would inevitably suffer a big loss if he fought one against three. If he truly fell into the hands of these demonic cultivators today, Song Qingming didn't need to ponder to imagine how miserable the outcome would be. Right now, there were truly not many choices left for him to make.

Just like this, heading north all the way, seeing that over an hour had passed, Song Qingming in front still maintained the fastest escape speed. The man in red, who had been chasing closely behind, also gradually felt a trace of something wrong, and a hint of doubt slowly appeared on his face.

Logically speaking, even if Song Qingming's magic power was a few points thicker than an ordinary seventh-layer Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he carried pills that could recover some magic power, his escape speed should have bottomed out by now. How could his escape speed not slow down at all?

What the man in red never expected was that Song Qingming, a Foundation Establishment cultivator who didn't look like he had a strong background, would happen to carry a rare treasure of the cultivation world like Millennium Spirit Milk. It was precisely by relying on constantly swallowing this spirit milk that Song Qingming gritted his teeth and persisted until now.

However, this Millennium Spirit Milk couldn't be swallowed continuously. Once too much was taken in a short period of time, it would also leave some hidden dangers in the cultivator's body. But right now, Song Qingming couldn't care about these anymore. What he needed most now was time.

The few kept rushing north like this. After over two hours, Song Qingming's escape speed finally began to drop slowly. However, at this moment, besides the man in red, the other two, the old man in yellow and Ye Shujie, because their escape speed was slightly slower, had long since disappeared from sight.

"Hmph! Kid, finally can't do it anymore, right? You've wasted so much of my effort. After I catch you later, I must suck all the fresh blood from your body before taking your corpse to the sect to be made into a corpse puppet to vent my anger."

Seeing Song Qingming's escape speed slowly drop, the man in red swallowed another pill into his mouth and finally revealed a hint of a treacherous smile, as if he had already imagined the scene of torturing Song Qingming after catching him.

Sure enough, as the man in red expected, after flying for another half-stick of incense, Song Qingming finally turned his sword light and landed directly from the air to the ground. Not long after, Song Qingming jumped off the flying sword and sat directly on a large rock on the ground.

At this moment, Song Qingming was already sweating profusely and panting, and his face had become extremely pale, clearly in a state of excessive consumption of internal magic power.

Before Song Qingming could rest for a moment, the man in red who was chasing him landed not far in front of Song Qingming, stepping on a red folding fan. Although he had also consumed most of his magic power to chase Song Qingming along the way, his state was still much better than Song Qingming's current state.

Looking at Song Qingming, who couldn't run anymore, the man in red smiled triumphantly and walked toward him step by step.

"Kid, I originally wanted to compete with you, but I didn't expect you to be able to run so well. However, what's the use of running fast? You don't even have the strength to use magic power now; you're still going to fall into my hands all the same."

Hearing the man in red's mocking words, Song Qingming suddenly raised his head slowly and looked at the man in red with a smile.

At this moment, Song Qingming had long since put away the bamboo hat that had been concealing his face. When the man in red saw Song Qingming's appearance clearly, he stopped in his tracks and stared tightly at his face with surprise.

"I said why you looked familiar before. It turns out you were one of the group of people who destroyed my blood body back then. I didn't expect that after not seeing you for so many years, your cultivation base has actually reached the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment."

"Haha! Today is truly a good day. Not only did I find what I wanted, but I also caught an old enemy from back then."

Seeing that this man in red had already recognized him, Song Qingming didn't show too much surprise on his face. After all, he had participated in the siege of him with several Xiaoyao Sect people back then. With a Foundation Establishment cultivator's memory, it was impossible for the other party to forget him so quickly.

Facing the man in red's mockery, Song Qingming always had a light smile on his face. He was now debt-ridden and not worried; anyway, regardless of whether there was the matter from back then, the other party wouldn't intend to let him go. At this time, laughing was better than crying.

"I say, I've already arrived home, and you're still chasing. You truly don't want any chance at all!" Following a breeze blowing in the air, Song Qingming suddenly spoke to the man in red with a strange sentence.

"Chance? What are you talking about? Are you giving me a chance? Hahaha, you don't even have the strength to breathe now, and you still want to give me a chance? I think you kid have been scared out of your wits!"

"However, rest assured, you are a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator after all. I won't waste this physical body easily. I won't let you die too ugly later." After the man in red heard the words Song Qingming said, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud as if he had heard a big joke.

Song Qingming looked at the man in red who was laughing wildly before him with a calm expression, shook his head lightly, and lay directly on the rock.

"Senior! I've been chased all the way, and I truly have no strength left now. This guy can only be handed over to you!"

"You little guy, it's only been a dozen years, how has your courage grown so much? You actually dare to order this King around at will. Is it because you think this ghost thing is killing you too slowly, and you want this King to do it himself?"

Following this somewhat rough voice, the man in red, who was still mocking Song Qingming just a moment ago, changed his expression drastically. He turned around to look at a position not far from his side and discovered that at some point, there was already a giant gray eagle with a body size of over a zhang, staring straight at the two of them with big eyes. 【379-29

The red-robed man's cultivation had long since reached the peak of Foundation Establishment. That the grey giant eagle before him could approach so close without a sound, and without him even noticing, showed that the opponent's cultivation was certainly a notch higher than his own.

"Oh no! This guy is a Jin Dan demon king." Upon seeing this massive figure, the red-robed man felt a sudden shock in his heart and instinctively transformed into a streak of crimson blood light, wanting to break through the air and flee.

"You've arrived on my turf, and I haven't even agreed to it yet—who told you that you could leave now?"

Seeing the red-robed man trying to escape, Long Feng calmly waved a wing, directly whipping up a gale that blew the red-robed man, who was still in mid-air, back down, causing him to crash headfirst onto the ground.

After rolling on the ground once, the red-robed man immediately jumped back up. With a fierce expression, he gritted his teeth and cast a spell to release a cloud of blood mist, hiding his figure, and tried to flee in a different direction once again.

Long Feng, standing on the ground, saw this and flashed his figure, quickly appearing in mid-air. He waved his wing again, instantly blowing away the blood mist around the red-robed man, causing his just-hidden figure to be revealed once more.

After blowing away the blood mist the red-robed man had created, Long Feng moved again, instantly arriving above the red-robed man's head. He extended one of his massive claws and swiped, directly slapping the red-robed man onto the ground and smashing out a large crater.

This time, before the red-robed man could get up, Long Feng had already landed on the ground and stepped on him, leaving him unable to move any further.

Just as Long Feng wanted to increase the pressure and crush him to death with one foot, the red-robed man's body suddenly began to swell. Not long after, just like what Song Qingming had seen years ago, there was a loud bang, and he transformed into a mass of poisonous blood mist, disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Hmph! You think you can fool this king with such a petty trick?"

Long Feng chuckled and stomped his foot heavily onto the ground. The empty ground immediately shook violently. Not long after, a naked child, about seven or eight years old, crawled out from the ground and desperately tried to escape into the woods on one side.

However, this child did not manage to escape very far; he was soon caught in the air by Long Feng, who had chased after him with his massive claws. Following a scream, he was instantly crushed into a pile of minced meat by Long Feng.

Seeing this scene before him, Song Qingming, who was still lying on the ground, was incomparably shocked.

This red-robed man, who had chased him the entire way, was already considered a person of great supernatural powers among Foundation Establishment cultivators. He never expected that upon meeting a Jin Dan-level demon king, he would be as vulnerable as a child, showing that the gap in strength between a Foundation Establishment cultivator and a Jin Dan cultivator is truly as vast as clouds and mud.

Song Qingming slowly stood up from the ground, watching Long Feng, who was standing in the distance staring intently at him after killing the red-robed man.

Just as he walked forward to pay his respects to Long Feng, two streaks of spiritual light—one yellow and one white—flew in from the distant sky, rapidly approaching their side. They were precisely the other two demonic cultivators who had been following them.

"Are these two also here to chase you?" Long Feng asked, looking at the two in the distance with an unhappy expression.

Song Qingming gave a bitter smile and did not answer directly, but Long Feng had already received the answer from his face and spread his wings to fly into the air.

"Senior, wait!"

"You're saying not to kill them?" Long Feng, in mid-air, stopped his figure and asked with a puzzled look.

"No! I am asking if Senior could leave their heads for me."

Long Feng's large eyes glanced lightly at Song Qingming, but he did not reply. He simply flapped his massive wings gently and flew rapidly toward the yellow-robed old man and Ye Shujie.

The two demonic cultivators in the distance, who were still rushing toward this side, were also greatly shocked to see a giant bird suddenly flying toward them, and they immediately stopped in their tracks.

"It's a demon king! Run!" When the yellow-robed old man saw that Long Feng's flight speed was extremely fast, far exceeding that of an ordinary second-tier demon beast, he hurriedly shouted and turned his escape light, wanting to flee the area.

Ye Shujie, who was accustomed to being cautious, was also terrified the moment he heard the words "demon king" from the yellow-robed old man. Cold sweat poured down, and he stepped on his flying sword, turned around, and followed the yellow-robed old man to flee back, his speed not a bit slower than the other's.

"Juniors, where do you think you're going!"

A moment later, the sky gradually became quiet.

Song Qingming looked at the two heads that had fallen at his feet and happily took out a wooden box to place them inside.

"Fortunately, there was no major damage; their features can still be identified."

The two heads Song Qingming collected were precisely those of the yellow-robed old man and Ye Shujie, who had just tried to escape. The reason Song Qingming had just requested that Long Feng leave their heads behind...

... was because both of these men were long-famous demonic cultivators. If Song Qingming could take their heads to the Xiaoyao Sect's Law Enforcement Hall, he should be able to exchange them for quite a few spirit stones or merit points. This was better than Long Feng swallowing them in one gulp or crushing them directly.

"Senior, these people are demonic cultivators. If I send their heads to the Xiaoyao Sect later, I can exchange them for quite a few merit points. If Senior needs any rare artifact-refining materials in the future, perhaps these merit points can be used to exchange for them directly, saving you the effort of searching everywhere."

Seeing Song Qingming walk up with a smiling face to pay his respects, Long Feng waved his wings lightly and said to him with a huff: "I've eaten a few of these ghosts before; the taste really isn't much to speak of, far less delicious than human cultivators like you with pure spiritual energy."

After finishing, Long Feng's gaze toward Song Qingming gradually became somewhat greedy, as if he were looking at a very delicious feast.

Seeing this demon king suddenly staring at him like this, Song Qingming couldn't help but shudder inwardly and hurriedly smiled awkwardly: "Senior, I originally came to ask you for a small favor this time. I didn't expect to run into these demonic cultivators on the road; I've really caused you trouble."

"These few items are things I brought from home specifically to honor you this time. It's not much of a gift, but I hope you won't despise it."

After Song Qingming finished speaking, he took out several high-tier ores of different colors from the storage bag at his waist. These ores had been slowly collected by the Song family in Qinghefang under Song Qingming's intentional instructions over the years. Among them, there was a purple ore similar in grade to the silver sand stone Song Qingming had helped Long Feng find years ago, though it was much smaller in size and not as valuable.

Seeing these ore materials that Song Qingming had brought out, Long Feng's expression finally improved quite a bit. He took the items Song Qingming had offered him and began to study them carefully.

"Brother Song, are you really here to see me this time, and not to see Her Highness?" Looking at the good items in his hand, Long Feng's tone was much gentler than before, and even his form of address for Song Qingming had become more intimate.

"Has Her Highness Huo Feng come out of seclusion?" Hearing Long Feng mention Huo Feng, Song Qingming asked in surprise, blurting it out.

Long Feng nodded and said: "Her Highness returned some time ago. It just so happens that after she received the message you sent, she also wanted to see you. I'll take you over directly in a moment!"

(End of chapter)