Chapter Seven: Blocking the Road

  A great road stretches from south to north, winding its way until it reaches the end of the sky.

  There was a man in his early twenties beside the road, with a coarse cloth spread under him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, lowering his head to eat noodles.

  The noodles were steaming hot, and the aroma was wafting through the air. The man had actually used a washbasin to hold the noodle soup, and it was already filled to the brim.

  Ling Sheng saw this person from afar and felt a sense of strangeness, his heart slightly on guard.

  "Little brother, you came from the other side of the main road. Are you a disciple of the Xianmen sect from the Xu Ming Xianshan?" The man suddenly flashed a set of white teeth and smiled warmly, being very approachable.

  Ling Sheng's heart slightly stirred, his face remained calm and he said in a steady tone: "The Kongming Xianshan is the sacred land of the immortals, how could I, a mere mortal, have the fortune to enter the Kongming Xianshan?"

  The man's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "Hehe, why don't you sit down and keep me company while I have some soup and noodles?"

  Ling Sheng's eyes flickered slightly as he said, "I still have something important to attend to, so I'll take my leave."

  In the wilderness, beside the road, there is no village ahead and no store behind. Yet this person has a steaming hot noodle soup in their arms, with vapor rising, and it's even served in a washbasin, which can't help but make people feel vigilant.

  "Hehe."

  The man smiled slightly and then lowered his head again, taking a mouthful of noodles.

  Ling Sheng took a deep look at this person and then rushed forward quickly.

  "There's too much food and I can't finish it, why don't you help me eat some of it."

  Just as Ling Sheng was passing by this person's side, he suddenly raised his head, his face revealing a cold and stern expression, his tone as chilly as ice.

  Ling Sheng was slightly startled and hastily retreated.

  "How about I treat you to a meal?"

  The man suddenly swung it over, and it was actually a washbasin that he had swung over. The steaming hot soup mixed with noodles was about to splash onto Ling Sheng's face.

  Ling Sheng reacted quickly and moved several feet to the side, finally the hot soup basin was smashed beside him, the soup water and dust splashed up together, forming a murky yellowish-brown droplet.

  "Who are you?" Ling Sheng's eyes were sharp and fierce, his killing intent acute, he said in a low voice.

  "The Azure Emperor's Teachings." The man replied.

  Ling Sheng furrowed his brow, he had never heard of this sect before.

  Qingming Xianmen is a well-known immortal sect in the world, also one of the top cultivation schools in the world, along with Qingming Xianshan. Ling Sheng had heard of it before. This person dared to intercept and kill the disciples of Qingming Xianmen, so his background must be extraordinary. But this Qingwang Shenjiao, he had never heard of it.

  "If I'm guessing correctly, you must be wondering why you've never heard of the Qing Wang Cult before?" the man said with a smile.

  "But please enlighten me." Ling Sheng quietly stretched out his hand and pressed down on his waist without making a sound.

  "Our Qing Wang Sect is the sect of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains in the south, and the endless wilderness. Compared to your nine major sects of the Xian family, we are not inferior." The man said proudly.

  "Boasting and self-aggrandizing." Ling Sheng's face was somewhat displeased, and he asked: "I don't know why you attacked me?"

  "A senior of the Kunming Xianmen sect stole a treasure from my master's ancestor. My master's ancestor intends to reclaim it, but is temporarily unable to come in person. As juniors, we have come to issue a challenge letter first." The man said slowly.

  "For the time being, I'm too busy to come out, aren't you afraid?" Ling Sheng sneered and then shouted: "If you want to issue a challenge letter, go to Kongming Xianshan, why intercept Kongming's disciples?"

  "It's a declaration of war, how can it be gentle? Killing a few people is just right for the atmosphere of life and death struggle." The man said.

  Whoosh!

  Ling Sheng suddenly swung his hand and threw out a flying dagger.

  Earlier, Ling Sheng had already sensed that this person's cultivation was only nourishing his Qi and not controlling it.

  Cultivating and refining one's spirit has no magical powers or mysterious techniques, it simply means having a healthy body, a long life span, and being full of vitality.

  Like Ling Sheng, only a few can emit flying knives with sword energy. Most people who cultivate their Qi are still powerless, and of course, there are some who practice secular martial arts to protect themselves. However, most cultivators look down on secular martial arts, after all, once they have achieved success in their cultivation, they will possess all sorts of mysterious abilities, let alone what little tricks like martial arts techniques.

  Since he had found out that the other party was just a beginner in the Qi Refining stage, Ling Sheng, who was also in the Qi Refining stage and had the Flying Knife in his hand, thought to himself that killing the other party would not be difficult at all. He immediately took action, no longer hesitating.

  The flying dagger was as swift as a sharp arrow, and in the flash of a spark, it struck the man's brow.

  Hmph!

  The sound of flying knives piercing flesh suddenly rang out.

  "I didn't think you had such skills."

  The man took down the mouse that had been hidden in his hair, and it was already stabbed to death by a flying knife. The man sighed and said with some regret: "What a pity, I lost one of my little treasures."

  Ling Sheng's expression turned slightly cold. Just now that old mouse had actually blocked the flying knife for this person, such a move was truly unheard of.

  Suddenly, Ling Sheng only felt a tightness on his feet, and his heart jumped violently. He hastily retreated several steps while quickly drawing out his flying knife, slashing it towards his feet with lightning speed.

  The flying knife was very sharp and instantly cut off the things wrapped around Ling Sheng's feet. However, dozens of white strip-like objects in front of him suddenly came swimming over, incredibly fast.

  "What kind of ghost thing is this?"

  Ling Sheng retreated back in the dark alley, continuously backing away.

  "You previously spoke with me, seemingly to probe in secret, and now that you've made your move, I suppose you think you've figured out my true nature. However, what you don't know is that the nonsense I've been spouting to you has also been a stalling tactic." The man revealed a smile, slightly rising from his seat, and coldly laughed: "Earlier, I invited you to eat, but you didn't; now it's their turn to devour you."

  These white long snakes were actually transformed from that bowl of "noodles" before.

  "What the heck! How did these noodles turn into long snakes?"

  Ling Sheng couldn't hold on and retreated, but his hands didn't stop, and he flung out three flying knives in a row.

  This time, he no longer had a snow-white mouse blocking flying knives, but instead, a silkworm flew out from his chest.

  This silkworm is all white, with green spots on its body, two antennae on its head, and feathers at the end of its tail, which are gathered together like a bird's tail.

  The bird-like tail swung fiercely and actually deflected the flying knives one by one.

  "This is my life-bound Gu, nurtured by my true energy, with extremely high spiritual awareness and toxicity. Unless there's a master with extraordinary aura control, no one can kill it. As for you, I don't know how you possess such a formidable flying knife technique, but wanting to deal with it? You're far from being capable." The man chuckled.

  Ling Sheng didn't respond to him, dodging the white snake on the ground while looking for an opportunity to attack his true body. As he retreated, he occasionally jumped left and right to avoid getting too far away from his opponent.

  If the distance is too far, the flying knife will not be able to fly swiftly in front of the opponent's face again, and its power will also decrease slightly, making it easier for the opponent to dodge. Moreover, that wasp can intercept the flying knife. Besides, there are not many flying knives left.

  Suddenly, Ling Sheng's eyes flashed with light, and he stretched out his hand to pull the bundle. With a shake, clothes fell down one after another.

  Those white long snakes were all pressed under their clothes.

  Ling Sheng's face turned stern, and he jumped over his clothes, rushing straight towards the man in front of him.

  At this time, those white long snakes had already pierced through the clothes and shot up one after another, attacking Ling Sheng's back.