Chapter 786: Arriving in time, five hundred years of time (Seeking monthly votes)

Qiu Daoping's cultivation had already reached the fifth layer of the Nascent Soul stage, and his magical abilities were not weak among Nascent Soul cultivators.

Even from a hundred miles away, a full-force spell cast by a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was not something a Core Formation cultivator could easily handle.

That Song Qingming could block this strike from Qiu Daoping, while slightly surprising to him, did not in the slightest affect the confident look on his face.

In his eyes, a Core Formation cultivator like Song Qingming, even if he possessed some formidable magical means, was still completely beneath notice before a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator like himself.

Compared to the first crimson sword light from before, the second sword light released by Qiu Daoping was even more powerful.

Even if Song Qingming could still produce a third-grade top-quality defensive talisman, it would not be so easy to withstand this strike.

The opponent had already entered his pursuit range; even if Song Qingming were lucky enough to escape again, it would not affect the final outcome, and there was no need to rush to kill this prey, which was relatively weak to him.

Although the sword light had only just pierced the horizon, Song Qingming, a hundred miles away, had already felt a sense of crisis in his heart and had almost pushed his escape speed to the maximum.

Since the one who had just attacked him was a Nascent Soul cultivator, the opponent would not easily let him go. While fleeing at full speed, Song Qingming was also constantly guarding his rear, preparing at any moment to deal with the danger coming from afar.

Song Qingming was now only a few dozen miles away from the location agreed upon with Feng He, which was not too far for a Core Formation cultivator; he could arrive in at most half a quarter of an hour.

Yet, this final stretch of a few dozen miles made Song Qingming feel a distance he had never experienced before; he wished his escape speed could be even faster to shake off the danger behind him sooner.

Just as Song Qingming was feeling incomparably worried, he suddenly saw an extra red sun appear on the sea surface below. Turning to look, another violent crimson sword light was speeding toward his position.

"To arrive so quickly, my luck today is truly insufficient!"

Although Song Qingming was only ten or twenty miles away from the meeting point, the crimson sword light had already reached his rear and was unavoidable. Song Qingming could only secretly lament in his heart that his fortune was slightly lacking.

Previously on the island, knowing that "Wind Thunder Island" did not allow cultivators to fight, Song Qingming had not been overly worried about his safety.

Even if the opponent could find him through Qiu Wuxin's storage bag, it should still take some time. As long as he could successfully reach the meeting point before then and rendezvous with Feng He, he could resolve the crisis.

After leaving "Wind Thunder Island," Song Qingming had been traveling desperately without a moment's rest. He had thought that since he was not far from "Wind Thunder Island," the opponent, hindered by the many cultivators in the vicinity, would not attack him so quickly.

After all, "Falling Maple Valley" was one of the six major sects hosting the secret realm. To intercept and kill a cultivator coming out of the secret realm so brazenly here, if seen and spread, would certainly ruin their reputation.

Normally, Qiu Daoping and his ilk would have to consider the impact to some extent. Even if they wanted to kill Song Qingming to avenge Qiu Wuxin, they should have found a secluded place to do it quietly.

He had not expected that just after leaving "Wind Thunder Island," the opponent would quickly lock onto his position and pursue him, and that it would be a Nascent Soul cultivator attacking without any regard for the consequences. This was somewhat beyond Song Qingming's original expectations.

Feeling the crimson sword light behind him, its momentum even more powerful than the first, Song Qingming's expression became extremely solemn.

Knowing that it would be difficult to withstand this attack, Song Qingming secretly made up his mind. The next moment, a somewhat ancient-looking gray talisman appeared in his hand, and he prepared to cast a spell to activate it to block the crisis before him.

This talisman in Song Qingming's hand was a very rare fourth-grade low-quality talisman, a defensive item given to him by his master, "Daoist Lingxu," when he left the sect with Li Xuanyi years ago.

Items above the fourth grade were extremely rare in the cultivation world. Over the years, Song Qingming had cherished this talisman greatly, always carrying it with him as a trump card for saving his life.

Although Song Qingming still had many magic treasures and talismans, facing the powerful attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator, ordinary defensive items could hardly help him.

And the only third-grade top-quality defensive talisman he had had already been used to resist the first crimson sword light; he could no longer produce a better defensive item.

For this reason, Song Qingming did not dare to be careless in the slightest and directly took out the fourth-grade low-quality talisman, pinning all his hopes on it.

Although this fourth-grade low-quality talisman was not a defensive type, it was, after all, a powerful fourth-grade item; its effect would certainly not be worse than the third-grade top-quality defensive talisman he had released earlier.

Now that the danger was right before his eyes, even though he still had little confidence, Song Qingming could no longer care about anything else and could only hope that this talisman could block the opponent's attack.

Just as Song Qingming was preparing to activate the talisman in his hand, a voice transmission suddenly entered his ears, making Song Qingming's face light up with joy, and he immediately stopped his spell-casting.

"Hmph! I knew that fellow wouldn't follow the rules. Little Brother Song, come over to my side quickly."

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Qingming turned his head and saw a green escape light speeding toward his position not far away; it was Feng He, whom he hadn't seen for many days.

Seeing Feng He's figure appear, Song Qingming hurriedly turned his escape light to move toward him, the tension in his heart relaxing significantly.

By the time Song Qingming rendezvoused with Feng He, the second crimson sword light had already reached his rear, radiating a powerful force.

"Flame Spirit Sword Qi, it's actually much stronger than it was back then!"

Seeing the crimson sword light behind Song Qingming, Feng He calmly spat out a sentence, then directly cast a spell to throw out a golden seal magic treasure, which in the blink of an eye transformed into a huge mountain over ten zhang high, blocking the path before the two of them.

After the crimson sword light collided with the golden seal, a series of "hissing" sounds from being burned by flames rang out, and Song Qingming, not far away, immediately felt a wave of heat rushing toward him.

Although this second crimson sword light, carrying flames, was extremely powerful—even stronger than the first one Song Qingming had blocked—and burned the giant golden seal until it emitted bursts of red spiritual light...

Under the activation of Feng He, who was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, the giant golden seal firmly resisted the opponent's attack, not letting the crimson sword light advance even an inch.

After a good while, the giant golden seal before Feng He suddenly let out a loud bang and exploded, and another violent impact spread from that position, shaking the sea into a towering wave.

After the smoke and dust from the explosion dissipated, Song Qingming, having steadied his figure, looked closely and found that both the crimson sword light and Feng He's golden seal magic treasure had disappeared together.

The golden seal magic treasure Feng He had just used was only a third-grade top-quality magic treasure with relatively average power for a Nascent Soul cultivator; it seemed to have been automatically detonated after resisting the sword light and was thus destroyed in the explosion.

Seeing this, Song Qingming finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped forward, bowing to Feng He with lingering fear: "Senior Feng He, you truly arrived in time. Any later, and I fear I would have been unable to handle it and would not have been able to see you again."

Hearing this, Feng He smiled calmly: "Hehe! You little fellow have quite a few treasures on you; this sword strike shouldn't have been enough to take your life! However, for these fellows to actually take action here, they really have no shame at all. Fortunately, I arrived in time, otherwise, it would have nearly ruined the big event."

In order not to attract the attention of the Nascent Soul cultivators on the island, Feng He had been hiding in a stone cave on the coast these past few days, not daring to get too close to "Wind Thunder Island."

It was not until a short while ago, feeling Core Formation cultivators passing by the seaside who had come out of the secret realm, that Feng He, knowing the "Wind Thunder Island" secret realm had closed, took the initiative to come out and walk a distance toward the seaside.

He had not expected that this unintentional act of his would happen to run into the scene of Song Qingming being hunted down.

Previously, when Song Qingming was resisting the opponent's first crimson sword light, Feng He, who was dozens of miles away, had already discovered the huge commotion on his side.

Worried about Song Qingming's safety, he had immediately sped toward this side, which was why he had just happened to appear here in time to save him.

"How is it? You should have obtained the item, right!"

Hearing Feng He's inquiry, Song Qingming hurriedly nodded and threw a storage magic tool he had carefully hidden on his body directly to the other party.

"I did not fail the mission! This fellow's strength is indeed not weak. Fortunately, I had the cultivation technique you gave me in advance to restrain him, otherwise, I really might not have been able to take him down."

Seeing the storage magic tool thrown over by Song Qingming, Feng He's face lit up with joy. He took it in his hand, glanced at it, and then put it away, subsequently urging Song Qingming:

"Alright! That fellow will likely catch up soon. This is not a place to talk, let's go quickly!"

After Feng He finished speaking, he waved his hand and put away the flying boat beside him, then, to Song Qingming's surprise, jumped directly onto his "Phantom Boat."

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Seeing the confusion on Song Qingming's face, Feng He hurriedly explained: "That fellow's cultivation is no lower than mine. If we rashly increase our escape speed, it might easily alert him.

Rest assured! That fellow cultivates a fire-attribute technique. Next, as long as we escape into the sea, he won't be able to attack us with spells from afar so easily.

You just need to control the flying boat with peace of mind, leave the rest to me. Don't worry, I have already prepared everything on my side, nothing will go wrong."

The reason Feng He said this was that he did not want to expose his identity prematurely, which was why he wanted Song Qingming to continue using the "Phantom Boat" to travel.

Including in the previous battle, he had also used a lower-quality third-grade top-quality defensive magic treasure and deliberately detonated it to destroy it, also to hide himself and pretend to be a Core Formation cultivator whose strength was somewhat insufficient.

Hearing what Feng He said, Song Qingming immediately understood that he did not want to startle the snake. He hurriedly cast a spell to activate the flying boat under his feet, which transformed into a white escape light and escaped directly into the sea, quickly disappearing from the spot. Meanwhile, Qiu Daoping, a hundred miles away from the battlefield, also felt that the second sword light he had just released still hadn't taken down the opponent, and a few more traces of surprise couldn't help but appear on his face.

"To actually know how to hide in the sea to disrupt my tracking, it's getting more and more interesting. It seems I still underestimated you. Since that's the case, I can only meet you face to face.

The person who could kill Wuxin is indeed not so simple. I hope you won't disappoint me too much next!"

After Qiu Daoping muttered to himself, a thoughtful look appeared on his face, while the giant white python under his feet suddenly shone with brilliant spiritual light, and its escape speed increased by a few points. —— After the two escaped into the sea, because of the obstruction of the seawater, the escape speed of the flying boat under Song Qingming's feet slowed down slightly.

But because Feng He was with him, he was no longer afraid of the opponent's golden light attacks and began to concentrate fully on controlling the flying boat under his feet, maintaining the fastest escape speed to rush toward the location Feng He had told him about.

After the two sped for dozens of miles in the sea, they soon arrived not far from the shore, but the flying boat controlled by Song Qingming did not rush out of the sea, but instead turned its direction and continued to advance eastward along the coast.

After traveling for about a hundred miles, Song Qingming finally controlled the flying boat to leap out of the sea surface and arrived at a sea island designated by Feng He.

This sea island was not large; it was a barren island with no spiritual energy, only a few dozen miles away from the coast. Standing high in the sky, Song Qingming could still clearly see the coastline on the distant horizon.

Just as the two appeared above the sea island, a ray of spiritual light flew out from the island; it was Song Yuanli, who had been separated from Song Qingming for more than a month.

Ever since Song Qingming went to "Wind Thunder Island," knowing he was going to help Feng He execute a relatively dangerous mission, Song Yuanli had been worried about his safety these days.

Seeing Song Qingming return safely, Song Yuanli was also somewhat excited and immediately greeted him with a joyful expression.

"Seventh Great-Uncle, you've returned!"

Before Song Yuanli, who had arrived before the two, could finish speaking, he was immediately interrupted by a wave of Feng He's hand. Feng He said to the two with a solemn expression:

"That fellow will be here soon. There is no time for you to reminisce now. Let's go and prepare separately! The next battle will be a tough one, and I fear I won't be able to look after you.

This old man has no other requests in this life, only hoping to avenge my grievances in my remaining years. Little Brother Song, I ask that you all work together with one heart to help me kill this person!"

"Senior, rest assured! Since we have come here, we will naturally do our best and will not let you down."

Hearing Feng He's exhortations, Song Qingming and Song Yuanli hurriedly bowed to him, then turned and left the spot, heading toward the island below.

Not long after Song Qingming and the other left, a crimson spiritual light suddenly lit up on the horizon in the distance, speeding toward the location of this barren island.

Feng He, standing on the spot, glanced into the distance, and with a movement of spiritual light in his hand, a white jade pendant soon appeared; it was the storage magic tool Song Qingming had given him earlier.

Because he had promised Feng He earlier, Song Qingming had not chosen to open the opponent's storage magic tool after killing Qiu Wuxin and did not know what was inside.

On the way here earlier, Feng He had already wiped away all the imprints Qiu Wuxin had left on the jade bottle. At this moment, with just a light movement of his spiritual sense, he easily probed into the magic tool in his hand.

Before long, Feng He took out the magic treasure "Li Huo Chi Xin Sword" that Qiu Wuxin had used before, as well as a somewhat pitch-black wooden plaque.

Having obtained these two spiritual items, Feng He turned his head again to look at the crimson spiritual light on the distant horizon, and a hint of excitement suddenly appeared on his face.

"Five hundred years apart! Junior Brother, we are about to meet again soon."

After Feng He whispered softly, his figure moved and he immediately disappeared from the spot, vanishing without a trace.

Half a quarter of an hour later, as a crimson blood light slowly descended upon the barren island, the nearby sea surface also reflected bursts of red light, dyeing the vicinity of the sea island a crimson red.

Qiu Daoping, wearing a golden crown and stepping on a white python, looked at the barren island on the sea surface below, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"Hehe! I thought you could run far, but you actually showed your head so quickly!"

After sweeping his spiritual sense lightly over this barren island, Qiu Daoping soon opened his eyes. The next moment, his entire person disappeared directly into mid-air and arrived in a small canyon located on the south side of the sea island.

Qiu Daoping, who had just revealed his figure, looked up and saw a green-robed man sitting on a giant rock immediately fall into his gaze.

"It seems this should be the graveyard you chose for yourself!"

Seeing the green-robed man before him, who was the very target he had been pursuing all along, Qiu Daoping looked at the other party as if he were already a dead man, stepping through the air and walking toward the other party's position in an instant.

However, just as he approached the green-robed man, Qiu Daoping suddenly felt something was wrong. His footsteps stopped not far from the other party, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Eh! Your aura is wrong. You really did hide your cultivation. No wonder Wuxin fell into your hands. Your Excellency truly has good means, to have actually fooled even me."

When Song Qingming was still on "Wind Thunder Island," Qiu Daoping had already felt Qiu Wuxin's aura from him, which was why he had tracked him here.

Before this, the cultivation Song Qingming had revealed was only at the eighth layer of Core Formation, but now, after Qiu Daoping approached the green-robed man, he perceived that the other party's cultivation had suddenly changed, becoming much stronger than before, already outside the scope of the eighth layer of Core Formation.

Seeing that the other party had already perceived it, the green-robed man smiled slightly, then no longer hid his cultivation. After standing up, a powerful pressure suddenly radiated from his body.

"Nascent Soul cultivator! How is this possible?

The restrictive array on Wind Thunder Island, even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to escape its detection. Your Excellency is only at the third layer of Nascent Soul, how could you have such means? Could it be that I have sought the wrong person and disturbed you!"

Seeing the green-robed person before him suddenly reveal Nascent Soul stage cultivation, a trace of surprise appeared on Qiu Daoping's face, and he tentatively spoke, unable to believe it.

Originally, he had thought he was chasing an ordinary Core Formation cultivator like Song Qingming. He had not expected that upon arriving on this island, a strange Nascent Soul cultivator would suddenly emerge, which truly caught him off guard.

No matter how strong a Core Formation cultivator's magical abilities were, in Qiu Daoping's eyes, they were insignificant existences. But facing a strange Nascent Soul cultivator, the situation was somewhat different.

Nascent Soul cultivators were all people who stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world. Generally, everyone would try to get along as well as possible and would not easily form grudges with others.

Before determining whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, Qiu Daoping tried his best to inquire carefully, to prevent himself from causing any misunderstandings in his haste, which would be counterproductive by adding an enemy.

Hearing Qiu Daoping's inquiry, Feng He did not directly answer his question, but instead revealed a somewhat eerie smile.

"Five hundred years, I have waited for a full five hundred years. Do you know how I have spent these five hundred years? Hahaha." After Feng He finished speaking, he let out another burst of wild laughter.

And Qiu Daoping, standing opposite him, hearing Feng He's somewhat nonsensical answer, felt a mix of confusion and surprise.

"What five hundred years? Who exactly are you, and why did you lure me here?"

Facing Qiu Daoping's inquiry, Feng He still stood on the spot, laughing wildly in a somewhat insane manner, and did not answer the other party's question.

Seeing Feng He so abnormal, Qiu Daoping's confusion grew. After scanning the other party with his gaze for a while, he waved his hand and released a powerful pressure, shaking Feng He, who was lost in madness, back two steps.

"It seems Wuxin's matter was indeed your doing. No matter who you are, you must give me an explanation for today's matter, otherwise, it will be very difficult for you to leave here."

Qiu Daoping had condensed his Nascent Soul for over seven hundred years. With his cultivation at the fifth layer of Nascent Soul, he was also a long-established veteran Nascent Soul cultivator in the "Tianhai Cultivation World."

Except for facing a few late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, Qiu Daoping had not suffered much loss at the hands of cultivators of the same tier over these many years.

Seeing that Feng He before him had a cultivation of only the third layer of Nascent Soul, yet dared to disregard him, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, a trace of anger appeared on Qiu Daoping's face.

Although no one wanted to offend an enemy of the same tier for no reason, if Feng He was truly the one who had plotted against Qiu Wuxin, then he was targeting him, and he would not easily let the other party go.

Facing the already angry Qiu Daoping, Feng He finally slowly recovered from a trace of madness, turning his head to reveal a pair of icy eyes toward Qiu Daoping.

"An explanation, not bad. I have waited for so long, actually just to give you an explanation! Five hundred years, it is time for us to make an end of it!"

"Your Excellency keeps mentioning five hundred years, but I see your age is at most two or three hundred years old. Could it be that I could have known you five hundred years ago?"

Facing Feng He's somewhat insane and incoherent answer, the confusion on Qiu Daoping's face became increasingly solemn, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

While he was pondering, a figure that made him somewhat fearful and unlikely to appear suddenly entered his mind, making Qiu Daoping's entire expression become extremely solemn. (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 787 =====