Chapter 740

The opponent was, after all, a "puppet beast" of the Nascent Soul level, and Song Qingming really did not want to fight with it in his heart. Even if he knew that the opponent would not be so easily persuaded by him, he had to try.

Hearing Song Qingming's explanation, the large white bird in the distance indeed did not change, staring at Song Qingming and replying calmly: "I just want to spar with Fellow Daoist, whether it's a misunderstanding or not doesn't matter. Fellow Daoist Song doesn't need to be so nervous!"

Seeing the opponent's tone soften a lot, as if there was no deep hatred between them, Song Qingming felt a little more relaxed in his heart and directly bowed to it:

"If Fellow Daoist wants to spar, that's not impossible, but I have sect matters to attend to and really can't stay here for long. Can Fellow Daoist leave a name? After I finish the matters in my hand, I will come to keep the appointment."

"Hehe, want to leave! That won't do. If you leave and don't come back, wouldn't I be waiting in vain? Since we've already met today, don't even think about running away so easily, kid! As for my name, after we finish fighting, I will naturally tell you!" After the large white bird finished speaking, it did not wait for Song Qingming to answer, suddenly spread its wings, and directly released several streaks of white thunder light toward the location where he was.

Seeing the opponent take action directly without a word, Song Qingming's expression changed immediately, and he hurriedly urged the "Thunder-Gathering Bead" above his head to transform into a shield to block in front of him.

Afterward, taking advantage of the fact that the opponent could not see behind him, a red spirit talisman that Song Qingming had already prepared in his hand was released, flying directly behind him and quickly submerging into the black clouds on the side.

Although this person kept saying they just wanted to spar, the opponent was evasive and refused to reveal their identity, and Song Qingming was somewhat unable to fathom it for a time.

Unable to figure out the opponent's purpose, Song Qingming was also afraid that this person would turn against him next. To be on the safe side, he still chose to send a distress spirit talisman to "Mount Guyang" first.

His location was only a little over a thousand miles from "Mount Guyang." As long as the sect received his distress transmission talisman, they could arrive here in less than half an hour at most.

Regarding Song Qingming secretly sending a distress spirit talisman, the large white bird seemed not to have noticed, its attention all focused on the shield in front of Song Qingming, and soon the thunder light it controlled collided directly with it.

This time, it was the same as before. Although the power of the thunder light was astonishing and had exceeded the divine abilities of ordinary Jin Dan cultivators, Song Qingming relied on the "Thunder-Gathering Bead" above his head to directly absorb most of the thunder light, forcibly taking this strike head-on.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to have such a good thing as a Thunder-Gathering Bead, but just relying on this magic treasure to block my divine thunder is somewhat insufficient."

Seeing Song Qingming rely on the "Thunder-Gathering Bead" to block his attack again, the large white bird was not too surprised, and again spread its wings to gather a large group of white thunder light in front of it.

However, this time it did not choose to release the thunder light to attack Song Qingming immediately, but cast a spell to control the thunder light to compress it into a group, which then transformed into a long spear as thick as an arm.

"Since you like absorbing thunder magic so much, let's see if you can swallow this thunder spear of mine too."

The large white bird chuckled calmly, and then the thunder spear in front of it flew rapidly toward the location where Song Qingming was.

Before the thunder spear reached him, Song Qingming instantly felt a powerful pressure rushing toward him, making a chill rise from his entire back.

Facing the all-out strike cast by the opponent, Song Qingming felt somewhat bad and could only desperately inject magic power into the "Thunder-Gathering Bead," hoping that this magic treasure could help him withstand the opponent's attack again.

However, this time, after the protective shield formed by the "Thunder-Gathering Bead" came into contact with the opponent's "Thunder Spear," it did not successfully absorb and swallow the thunder light inside as Song Qingming had expected, and only blocked the "Thunder Spear" for a moment before being directly broken through by the opponent.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingming felt somewhat shocked. He did not expect that the thunder light inside this thunder spear could resist the swallowing of the "Thunder-Gathering Bead" after being compressed by the opponent.

Fortunately, Song Qingming knew the opponent's formidable nature and did not place all his hope on the "Thunder-Gathering Bead," and he had long been prepared for this situation.

Seeing the opponent's attack about to strike him, Song Qingming, who had already cast the "Jiugong Meteor Escape," saw his entire figure disappear from the spot, directly retreating to a position dozens of zhang away, successfully avoiding this strike from the opponent.

However, just as Song Qingming moved his figure, the "Thunder Spear" that was coming for him suddenly changed direction, chasing directly toward the position where Song Qingming was standing now, as if it had already locked onto him.

Song Qingming, who was casting the escape light, looked back and saw the "Thunder Spear" behind him still chasing relentlessly, and he was shocked again. He could only increase the magic power injected into the meridians of his feet again to increase his escape speed and open up the distance from the "Thunder Spear."

However, being in the black clouds, Song Qingming found it difficult to distinguish the direction for a time. He continuously cast the "Jiugong Meteor Escape" to shuttle through the black clouds for a long time, but he never passed through this group of black clouds, as if he were trapped inside.

Seeing that it was difficult to escape and the thunder spear behind him was approaching, Song Qingming gritted his teeth, increased his escape speed again, and turned back into the cloud group.

The large white bird saw Song Qingming run back again, but there was no look of surprise, just quietly watching the opponent, wanting to know how Song Qingming would shake off the "Thunder Spear" following closely behind him.

Song Qingming, who had just fled back, looked at the large white bird in front calmly, suddenly spat out a trace of essence blood, and then a layer of crimson spiritual light immediately rose on his body.

This spell Song Qingming cast was found from the old man who had plotted against them at "Seven Stars Workshop" in Wu Country more than a dozen years ago, named "Red Blood Escape."

After casting it, one could use a portion of the essence blood in one's own body to accelerate one's own escape speed by double in a short time.

However, after using this secret technique, it could not be used again for a period of time, otherwise, if too much essence blood in one's own body was consumed at once, it would cause damage to the cultivator's vitality.

"Red Blood Escape, you actually know this secret technique too, but just knowing how to hide won't work. No matter how fast the escape speed is, you will eventually be caught up!"

Seeing the red blood light on Song Qingming's body, the large white bird saw the origin of the divine ability he used at a glance, and a bit more interest could not help but be added to its tone.

No matter how fast the opponent's escape speed was, there would eventually be a time when they were exhausted, and its "Thunder Spear" would not lower its speed because of this. It would not take long before it could catch up with Song Qingming.

"Since I can't hide, then I can only trouble Fellow Daoist to help me deal with it together!"

After Song Qingming cast the "Red Blood Escape," he did not choose to flee into the black clouds again, but directly flew toward that large white bird.

Seeing Song Qingming suddenly looking like he was going to fight for his life, running toward his side regardless of the "Thunder Spear" behind him, the large white bird finally had movement, hurriedly casting an escape speed to leave the spot and flashing to the side.

However, just as he moved his figure, Song Qingming immediately chased after him, and under the blessing of the "Red Blood Escape," the escape speed under his feet was not slower than the large white bird in front of him, and could even be a few points faster.

Even the "Thunder-Gathering Bead" could not block it. If Song Qingming chose to take the opponent's "Thunder Spear" head-on, the consequences would definitely not be good, and he might even be injured because of this.

Since this "Thunder Spear" was controlled by the opponent in the dark, as long as he followed the opponent closely, he definitely would not risk his own injury to continue fighting. This was the strategy Song Qingming had just thought of on the spur of the moment.

"Hmph! You kid, you really are a difficult guy to deal with."

Seeing that Song Qingming seemed to have locked onto him, the large white bird in mid-air cast a spell again, releasing a group of thunder light to form a white protective shield beside him, wanting to use this to separate the distance between himself and Song Qingming.

But what he did not expect was that Song Qingming suddenly released the "Thunder-Gathering Bead" on his body to swallow most of the thunder light shield he had just released, and appeared at his side again.

"However, wanting to play with your life with me, you kid are still a bit lacking now!"

Seeing Song Qingming sticking to him and not letting go, the large white bird let out a cold snort, opened its mouth to spit out a group of thunder light again, and then transformed it into a giant axe to strike fiercely at Song Qingming behind him, forcing him back.

By the time Song Qingming wanted to cast a spell to catch up again, the large white bird suddenly released a white scroll magic treasure, wrapping both himself and Song Qingming inside it.

Afterward, this large white bird, right in front of Song Qingming, directly flew into the scroll, and soon both the person and the scroll disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene that happened suddenly, a trace of helplessness immediately appeared on Song Qingming's face. Afterward, he waved his hand and decisively threw out five formation flags, casting a spell to form a golden protective shield in mid-air to protect himself inside.

Just as he finished these actions, the "Thunder Spear" behind him followed closely and struck directly on this golden protective shield.

This time Song Qingming did not think too much, quickly dancing the formation flags in his hand, and earnestly controlling the "Heavenly Gang Five Elements Formation" he had just set up to block the "Thunder Spear" in front of him.

Although this "Heavenly Gang Five Elements Formation" was only set up by Song Qingming temporarily, and its power was only two or three percent of the usual, it was, after all, a third-tier top-quality defensive formation, and this formation also had some restraint on thunder magic.

Without anyone interfering, Song Qingming, who was supporting the formation, consumed quite a bit of magic power, but still successfully blocked the "Thunder Spear" in front of him without any danger.

After successfully taking this strike from the opponent, Song Qingming, hiding behind the shield, had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of thunder again in the black clouds above his head, as if that large white bird that was hiding was preparing to launch an attack again.

This time, looking at the thunder light that seemed to have even greater power above, Song Qingming's expression was not surprised, but suddenly became very calm.

After a group of thunder light with even more astonishing power appeared in front of his eyes, Song Qingming, standing in the formation, could not help but frown, clearly somewhat tired of this endless thunder light.

However, facing this fierce thunder light rushing toward him rapidly, Song Qingming did not rush to urge the formation to block it, but shouted directly to the sky with a firm expression.

"Senior Feng He, do you want to test my fighting strength, or do you really want this junior's life?"

Following this shout from Song Qingming, the thunder light that was originally flashing with lightning in the sky suddenly stopped. After flickering for a while, it disappeared directly at a distance of only dozens of zhang from Song Qingming. Not long after, that large white bird controlling the thunder light descended from the sky and appeared in front of Song Qingming on its own initiative. Afterward, a flash of spiritual light appeared, and a figure wearing a green robe appeared out of thin air.

After taking off the green robe on his head, Feng He, who still had a bit of a smile on his face, asked Song Qingming with some doubt: "How did you kid see that it was me?"

Seeing Feng He, whom he had not seen for many years, a look of joy appeared on Song Qingming's face, and he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to him.

"Greetings, Senior Feng He. The magic treasure you cast just now, I was fortunate enough to have seen it back then and still have some impression of it, which is why I guessed that it might be you testing my skills."

Feng He, upon hearing this, took out the scroll he had just used from his body and smiled thoughtfully at Song Qingming: "Oh! Just because of this magic treasure, you determined it was me.

Although similar magic treasures in the cultivation world are not common, they are not unique to me. Just relying on this item to conclude it was me, it's a bit too rash! How come you have cultivated for so many years, but your temperament is not as steady as when you were establishing your foundation back then."

"Hehe! Senior's lesson is correct, but my cultivation is still shallow, and fighting with Senior just now was indeed forced by no other way. If I didn't speak out to test it, I'm afraid this little life would be hard to save."

Song Qingming, of course, did not just confirm his identity because of the scroll magic treasure in Feng He's hand.

Just now, although Feng He did not appear directly, the opponent's action, although very decisive and fierce, clearly carried a bit of probing intent and was not in a hurry to kill him.

Otherwise, if he really had the heart to take his life, when Song Qingming wanted to set up a formation to deal with the "Thunder Spear" just now, if it were any other opponent, they would definitely not watch him set up the formation and cast the spell so smoothly.

The opponent's divine abilities were extraordinary and had already far exceeded ordinary Jin Dan cultivators, and they were only focused on testing his strength, and they also possessed a magic treasure similar to Feng He's.

After these were fused together, Song Qingming had seven or eight points of certainty in his guess about his identity.

And Feng He, this person, although a genius in cultivation, his talent in acting was indeed very average.

Although the voice made obvious changes when speaking, the tone and attitude when facing Song Qingming just now were still the same as before, without any major changes.

As Song Qingming, who had spent decades with him day and night, he was naturally very familiar with every word and action of Feng He, and it was not difficult to see this point.

However, Song Qingming thought so in his heart, but he did not dare to speak directly, and could only humble himself in front of Feng He, saying that his ability was insufficient and he was forced to do so helplessly.

Feng He, after all, was a Nascent Soul senior. Although Song Qingming's relationship with him was not ordinary, he had always been relatively careful in speaking, and such words that might hurt his face would naturally not be spoken directly.

Hearing Song Qingming's explanation, Feng He swept a glance at him thoughtfully, and then suddenly smiled and waved his hand: "You kid's cultivation talent is average, but your words are indeed very pleasant to hear. No wonder even a Nascent Soul demon cultivator can take a fancy to you.

When I saw you last time, you had already broken through to the seventh layer of Jin Dan. How come twenty years have passed and you still haven't broken through the realm? Didn't you go find your demon emperor friend to help?"

Hearing Feng He mention Huo Feng again, Song Qingming also knew that he was probing him again, so he hurriedly shook his head and smiled: "Hehe! Senior is joking. My friend and I are just in a cooperative relationship, not as close as you think. Usually, it's hard to see her even once, let alone go find someone to help with this little thing.

As for cultivation, my talent is indeed a bit poor, and encountering a cultivation bottleneck is an unavoidable thing. For now, there is no good way, so I can only take one step at a time."

Feng He, upon hearing this, sighed slightly and said: "Although you don't cultivate slowly, your spirit root aptitude is after all inferior to other Jin Dan cultivators. To break through the Nascent Soul realm, you still need to cultivate to the ninth layer of Jin Dan as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once you delay for too long in the late-stage Jin Dan, when you impact the Nascent Soul in the future, you might face the problem of insufficient lifespan like most cultivators.

I have a scroll here that records some of my own insights and experiences when I was cultivating in the Jin Dan stage. You take it and look at it when you have time, perhaps it can be of some help to you."

After speaking, Feng He took out a bamboo slip from his body and threw it directly to Song Qingming.

"Thank you, Senior, for your care!" Seeing the bamboo slip Feng He gave, Song Qingming hurriedly took it with joy in his heart, then stepped forward and bowed to him.

"You kid, you are also someone who has helped me, what is there to thank for this little thing." Feng He, seeing this, hurriedly waved his hand and turned his gaze to the several formation flags in Song Qingming's hand again.

Seeing Feng He staring at the "Heavenly Gang Five Elements Formation" in his hand, Song Qingming hurriedly took the initiative to send it to the opponent's hand.

"After obtaining the treasure bestowed by Senior last time, this junior spent quite a bit of time, and finally, heaven rewards the diligent, successfully repairing this formation."

"Hmm! Not bad, being able to block a full-strength strike from this puppet beast of mine, it can be seen that its power is already not inferior to when I obtained this item back then. You kid is indeed a genius in formations, this point I really can't compare to."

Hearing Feng He praise his formation skills, Song Qingming did not open his mouth to be humble again, but just smiled and nodded slightly.

Seeing Feng He's gaze staring carefully at the "Heavenly Gang Five Elements Formation" in his hand, Song Qingming thought he came to find him this time to take back this formation, but he did not expect Feng He to throw this formation back to him after looking at it for a while.

"This formation, I still have some use for it in the future, you keep it well and be careful not to break it. When there is a need another day, I might come to find you again."

"This formation was originally given to me by you, Senior, if you have use for it, just take it, don't worry about this junior."

"Didn't I tell you, when has the stuff I sent out ever been taken back? Whether this formation is useful to me or not is not certain, and it's useless for me to keep it on me.

You kid's ability to fight with others is average, and only this bit of formation skill can be taken out, so it's better to keep it on you. Perhaps it can save your life at a critical moment."

Seeing Feng He insist on not taking it, Song Qingming did not say more, directly put away the "Heavenly Gang Five Elements Formation" in his hand, and then turned his gaze to the large white bird not far away, asking with some curiosity:

"Senior, is this puppet beast refined by you?"

Seeing Song Qingming very interested in his "puppet beast," a smile slowly appeared on the corner of Feng He's mouth, and he directly nodded and admitted:

"You guessed right, this item was refined by me personally not long ago after I broke through to Nascent Soul and spent decades collecting high-tier materials everywhere.

I have been well-versed in the puppet path for many years. Back then, before I was harmed by treacherous people, I had refined quite a few high-tier puppet beasts, but compared to this one, those old things are no longer worth mentioning."

Hearing Feng He confirm that the "puppet beast" of the Nascent Soul level in front of him was refined by him personally, a look of shock also appeared on Song Qingming's face.

Although when he first met Feng He, Song Qingming had long known that the opponent was proficient in puppet skills, he never expected that Feng He's puppet skills had actually reached such a profound realm, even being able to refine a fourth-tier "puppet beast."

You must know that the reason why puppet skills in the cultivation world were so rare, besides the difficulty in finding refining materials, was that this skill, like alchemy, was much harder to learn than ordinary talismans, refining, and other common cultivation skills.

In the entire Floating Yunshan Range cultivation world, although there were many cultivators who learned puppet skills, they were generally low-tier puppet masters of the first or second tier.

Even a large Nascent Soul sect like the "Xiaoyao Sect" had never had a high-tier puppet master of third-tier or higher, let alone a fourth-tier puppet master capable of refining a Nascent Soul "puppet beast."

In Song Qingming's impression, among the hundreds of cultivation sects of various sizes in the dozens of countries in the entire Floating Yunshan Range cultivation world, no one could be compared with Feng He in this aspect, and a bit of respect could not help but arise in his heart for him.

Speaking of this, Song Qingming remembered the matter of meeting Feng He at "Seven Stars Workshop" in Wu Country back then.

It seems his guess back then was not wrong. The reason why Feng He went to participate in the "Star Assembly" was aimed at the fourth-tier spirit item that could be used for refining puppet beasts at the end of the auction.

"You are so interested in this item, could it be that you have taken a fancy to this puppet beast of mine?" Seeing Song Qingming looking at the large white bird not far away with envy, Feng He suddenly asked a question.

Song Qingming, upon hearing this, immediately smiled awkwardly: "Senior is joking, this junior is just somewhat curious, how would I dare to take a fancy to your things.

By the way, this junior just sent a distress talisman to the sect, I'm afraid someone from the sect will come over to check in a while.

If Senior Feng He has no urgent matters to find this junior this time, why not wait for me to go to the sect to explain this matter first, and then come back to entertain you."

"The distress talisman you mentioned should be this one, right!"

After Feng He responded to Song Qingming, he threw a red spirit talisman directly at him. It was the one he had secretly released before the great battle. He did not expect that this talisman had already fallen into Feng He's hands, making a trace of cold sweat break out on Song Qingming's back.

The difference between a Jin Dan cultivator and a Nascent Soul cultivator was indeed too great. He did not expect that he could not even send a distress signal in front of Feng He.

"I came to find you this time, not just to reminisce about the past, but because there is a Nascent Soul opportunity I want to give to you. I don't know if you kid are interested?" (End of chapter)