Chapter 7: Chivalrous and Righteous

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  "Haha, Zhou Qing, I didn't expect you to bring such a top-notch item. Good, very good, extremely good! After I deal with you, this girl is mine!"

  The man in black's face twitched as he gazed at the little girl with an innocent look, and a wicked flame burned fiercely in his heart, almost gnashing his teeth.

  As soon as the words fell, a black flag appeared in his hand, with dense symbols on its surface. Amidst the faint sounds of wailing and howling, the forest responded with eerie cries.

  The man in black moved his lips slightly, and all sorts of harsh and mysterious incantations were spat out. His hands formed complex seals, and the black magic banner was suddenly shrouded in a dark mist. The yin energy surged, and even the surrounding trees were corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving all vitality plundered.

  A rolling black fog formed a dark dragon, roaring and rushing towards Zhou Qing and the other.

  "No good, this dark magic flag has become a climate, sister you quickly hide!"

  Zhou Qing looked at the dense black clouds that were as dark as ink, his face changed greatly, and he pushed his junior sister to one side. His eyes suddenly shot out a foot-long green light, and a sharp sword energy burst out.

  "Green Cloud Sword Art, Blue Ocean and Clear Sky!"

  A loud explosion, Zhou Qing's sleeve drummed, his whole body's true yuan burst out, a green sword floated in front of him, emitting endless green sword light, with an unparalleled mysterious sword style killing towards the Black Magic Flag.

  Dark cloud demons, green cloud sword light, two colors collided together, bursting out dazzling brilliance, within a hundred feet, a piercing sight.

  The blue sword light and the black magic mist were at a stalemate, sizzling and extinguishing each other in pairs.

  Zhou Qing's black hair fluttered, his true yuan surged, and the Cyan Cloud Sword in front of him became even more menacing. The vast sword light almost pierced through the blue sky, but the black mist of the Black Demon Flag also intensified, with demonic heads constantly emerging from it, howling and biting. Large swaths of sword light disappeared one after another. As time passed, Zhou Qing's face gradually turned pale, his true yuan consumption enormous. The originally radiant cyan sword light also began to dim.

  The black-robed man, seeing this, became even more arrogant and spat out a mouthful of jet-black true yuan onto the Black Demon Flag. Suddenly, the black light surged greatly, and the demon heads let out an even more frantic scream, as if they wanted to pour all their hatred towards Zhou Qing onto him.

  "Haha, Zhou Qing, you really are overestimating yourself. How could your Qingyun Sword Technique possibly be a match for my Black Magic Flag? Devour the world, shatter the sun and moon, open it for me!"

  Boom!

  A loud and fierce rumble, the black demonic fog unleashed its divine might, instantly shattering Zhou Qing's Cyan Cloud Sword Light.

  "Pffft!" Zhou Qing's face turned pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, feeling as if his dantian was empty, with almost all of his true yuan consumed.

  "Sister, run away quickly!"

  A shrill cry, he kept spitting out blood, his feet staggering, almost losing the ability to counterattack.

  "Big brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

  The woman in green didn't run away, instead she ran over to support Zhou Qing's swaying body, her face anxious and on the verge of tears.

  "Haha, Zhou Qing, from today on, the title of Qingyun Sword will be gone! You can die now!"

  The man in black was grinning from ear to ear, excitedly anticipating devouring Zhou Qing's flesh and blood. He seemed to have already envisioned the scene of Zhou Qing's soul struggling and screaming in his hands. Just thinking about it made his blood boil with excitement. And then there was that lovely little girl, who would be trained into a submissive maid, making his life even more wonderful than it was in the Black Magic Sect.

  That green-robed woman, although also having a congenital boundary cultivation, has been pampered since childhood and has no experience of life-and-death struggles. Now she is already staring blankly, as if frightened.

  "You thief of the Black Magic Sect, how dare you?! Even if I, Zhou Qing, were to die, I will make you pay a terrible price!"

  Zhou Qing looked at the black-clad man walking step by step, his face suddenly flushed red, and his heart was frantically screaming. He had already prepared to sacrifice everything, even his life, to severely injure or kill this Black Demon Cult disciple.

  Time seemed to have stopped here, the Black Magic Sect disciples were about to make a big move, killing Zhou Qing and abducting the green-clothed woman, while Zhou Qing was also preparing for a desperate fight.

  Suddenly...

  "Good heavens! In broad daylight, someone has committed murder! How dare they!"

  A thunderous roar echoed through the jungle, and then three people in the field saw a handsome young man wearing a green robe walking from afar, with an extremely angry look in his eyes.

  The man in black turned pale, and his heart was filled with sinister laughter. He thought to himself, "Where did this fool come from? He's actually trying to play hero in front of a cultivator like me. It's simply seeking death!"

  It was Wang Qian who had been secretly observing from the shadows for a long time. Although he didn't know Zhou Qing and the other two, he had a very good impression of the green-clothed little girl, and naturally couldn't bear to see them fall into the hands of the black devil sect's leader.

  "Little kid, you're also meddling in my Black Yuan's business? Fine, let me deal with you first!"

  The man in black laughed coldly, holding the black magic flag and rushing towards Wang Qian, his body surrounded by a swirling black mist, like a devilish death god emerging from hell.

  After Wang Qian's reversal of life and death, he was just an ordinary person, without even the internal energy of a martial artist in his body. Naturally, he was not taken seriously by Hei Yuan, who held the magic flag and wanted to kill him instantly.

  "Hmm? This Black Origin seems to completely disregard me, which is good. I can take him by surprise and easily defeat him without revealing too much of my strength, which would be very detrimental to my plans."

  Looking at Hei Yuan's ferocious face, holding the black magic flag, his whole body shrouded in dark mist, with a chilling aura, he was approaching like a ghost or god. Wang Gan's mind was racing with thoughts, but to outsiders, his expression seemed completely dull and stunned, as if he had been shocked by Hei Yuan's ghostly methods.

  At the critical moment when Hei Yuan's attack was about to kill Wang Qian, he finally showed off his undead abilities comparable to a foundation-building cultivator.

  One punch was thrown, as if the divine hammer shook the world, thunder and lightning shocked the eight wildernesses, pure physical strength burst out, almost visible aura surrounding his fist, shaking the void, air constantly exploding.

  Absolute power, absolute speed, Wang Qian's punch was completely unrefined, simple and crude, yet it exuded a primitive aura, like an ox bursting forth with energy, directly striking the black magic banner of Hei Yuan.

  Pfft!

  There is a saying that the ultimate martial arts can destroy anything, but only speed cannot be broken. Wang Qian is now demonstrating this profound truth. He threw a punch without any mysterious skills or techniques, but his power was overwhelming, and with the strength of an undead body, he was able to withstand the dark magic of Hei Yuan, a cultivator in the Xiantian realm, who had many evil and poisonous spells at his disposal.

  Rumbling, the large piece of black fog dissipated, but Wang Qian's fist did not receive any obstruction, still falling at a constant speed, slowly landing on He Yuan's chest.

  One move subdues ten gatherings, this moment is thoroughly revealed.

  "No, it's impossible! You're just a country bumpkin who doesn't even know half a point of martial arts, yet you can actually break my Black Magic Flag?"

  Hei Yuan was completely shocked, his eyes wide with an expression of utter disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost. But even if he had seen a ghost, under Hei Yuan's black magic, it would only be absorbed and refined, without being able to cause any trouble. However, Wang Qian, this unknown young man, just threw a casual punch and beat the cultivator half to death.

  The next moment, Hei Yuan's face was filled with terror. He felt a fierce and ancient power, like that of a primordial beast, piercing through his chest and reaching his internal organs. His protective True Essence was completely useless against this power. In an instant, the violent energy burst forth within him, exploding out in a frenzy, and in just one moment, it had shattered all his internal organs to pieces.

  The thick vitality gradually disappeared, and the eyes were filled with incredulity, regret, terror, and various expressions, eventually thoroughly dulling down.

  Wang Qian's one punch, Hei Yuan, died!

  "Huh? You two, this black-clothed person isn't that great either, I just punched him and he died. How did you two get injured? Hmm, it's settled then, it must be because he exchanged blows with the two of you earlier and exhausted his strength. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to kill him so easily!"

  Wang Gan casually glanced at Hei Yuan's corpse. Although this congenital realm cultivator had thick qi and blood all over his body, which would have increased his cultivation if he were to refine it, the timing was not right now. Moreover, Wang Gan was prepared to temporarily hide his undead identity and establish himself on the Tianyuan continent as an ordinary human being, which was the safest way.

  Zhou Qing and his fellow disciple still looked stunned, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at Wang Qian.

  "This Hei Yuan's true yuan cultivation is almost on par with mine, but his black magic banner is indeed a top-notch treasure. How could this Jianghu character possibly kill him with one punch? Did he exhaust too much of his true yuan when we fought earlier?"

  Zhou Qing's pale face had somewhat recovered, but now looking at Hei Yuan's corpse on the ground, he was deep in thought, and he also began to suspect that Hei Yuan might have already been at his last gasp earlier.

  "Oh, right, at the next Wang Qian, may I ask who are the two of you?"

  Wang Qian had been observing from the side for a long time and was very clear about Zhou Qing's identity, but naturally couldn't say it out loud now.

  "Hehe, Wang Qian is it? Thank you so much! That Hei Yuan was a big demon head, killing him would be our lifesaver! I'm Yunluo, and this is my senior brother Zhou Qing! We're disciples of the Qingyun Gate!"

  Before Zhou Qing could speak, his junior sister had already chattered on and on about their family background, making Wang Qian look at her with even more admiration.

  Cultivators, in the eyes of ordinary people, are like immortals from the nine heavens. However, Wang Qian understood within a short period that this was just an outsider's fantasy. In reality, cultivators' personalities are more complex, either being cold and emotionless, having a ruthless heart, or being bloodthirsty and cruel, definitely not as beautiful as ordinary people imagine.

  Wang Qian could understand this point, as a cultivator, they were a group of people who defied the heavens and seized life from the jaws of death, competing with the heavens, competing with the earth, and competing with others. Living in such an environment, it was truly rare to find someone as pure and innocent as Yunluo.

  As expected, as soon as Yunlu's words fell, Zhou Qing's face changed, and a subtle light flashed in his eyes.

  Wang Qian saw it, but he pretended not to have seen it.

  "What? You're a disciple of the Qingyun Gate? That's an immortal! I've heard that three thousand miles away from this Mingfeng City, there's a mountain called Qingyun Mountain where immortals live. However, it's shrouded in mist and fog, making it impossible to find the way. Yunlu, can you take me to Qingyun Mountain? I also want to become an immortal... "

  Wang Gan said, his eyes fixed on Yunlu, knowing that whether his goal could be achieved depended on this Yunlu. As for Zhou Qing, who cultivated the sword path, his entire body had a cold and detached aura, making it difficult to get him to agree to such a request.

  "Wang Qian, you also want to become a superior immortal? Hmm, it's not impossible. This time you saved my life, I'll go ask Father, he will definitely agree!"

  Yunlu this little girl, tilted her head and looked at Wang Qian with a glance, winked at him, a very mischievous smile.

  "Sister!"

  Zhou Qing furrowed her brow and ultimately didn't say much more.

  "This Wang Gan, from head to toe, doesn't have a single bit of true yuan energy, not even the internal strength of a martial artist, just an astonishingly powerful physique. In the end, he still saved our lives, bringing him back to Qingyun Mountain isn't a bad idea either. If he really has talent, leaving him in the mountain as an outer disciple is also possible. If he doesn't have talent, then it's not my fault. And Little Shifu Mei, sigh!"

  Zhou Qing let out a sigh in her heart, knowing that she couldn't go against her junior sister's wishes, and so she no longer objected.

  King Qian then set off with Zhou Qing and Yunlu Shixiong, heading straight north to Qingyun Mountain.