Chapter Eleven: Severing Void Pellet

  The other party is absolutely not a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage.

  Because there isn't a Refining Qi stage cultivator who can casually kill a Foundation Building late-stage cultivator with one swing, even if he is a Void Core stage cultivator like him, wanting to kill a Foundation Building late-stage person would still require some effort.

  So the only explanation is that the other party has cultivated some kind of hidden boundary technique!

  The white-faced scholar drove the light away and fled, knowing he was no match for his current enemy. The Five Elements Escape Technique requires a cultivation base of at least the Void Dan stage to use, yet the opponent could use it so effortlessly, suggesting their cultivation realm is likely higher than his. He secretly regretted in his heart, indeed he should not have been infatuated with a treasure and lost his composure - a Qi Refining stage cultivator being able to take out a mid-grade treasure was suspicious in itself.

  "Turn swords into plowshares!"

  Li Qingyun drew out a sharp sword with a flick of his wrist and swung it lightly in front of him, followed by more than ten sword lights appearing.

  Dealing with a Void Core stage cultivator is not as simple as killing a Foundation Building cultivator. He still has several low-grade treasure swords that he made himself during the Refining Equipment period, which are enough to set up a sword formation. If it were in the past, this kind of Void Core stage cultivator who was all talk and no action would have been killed by him with just one sword strike, but now he needs to spend some effort to kill them.

  The light suddenly stopped in mid-air!

  The white-faced scholar was even more pale with fright, because the spell that could trap him and make him lose face was absolutely not that simple.

  " Fellow Taoist!"

  "This is completely a misunderstanding! Absolutely a misunderstanding!"

  The white-faced bookworm turned his head to smile and gaze at Li Qingyun in front of him, a pink glow appearing on the palm of his hand, shouting: "Don't move your hands!"

  "I am willing to apologize to fellow Taoists!"

  Li Qingyun remained unmoved, a stream of golden sword energy appeared, and with a wave of his hand, he slashed downwards.

  "It's all over!"

  The white-faced scholar gritted his teeth, and suddenly a pink mist spread out, a sweet and dizzying aroma that made people feel drowsy, just inhaling one mouthful made him feel limp all over, and an inexplicable **surged up.

  The entire Xianxia realm, with sword cultivators having the strongest combat power!

  However, sword cultivators are also the most miserable, because they have to constantly hone their sword heart, and at the same time, they cannot indulge in pleasure, nor can they get close to women.

  Li Qingyun is the standard sword cultivator.

  Moreover, he is the most overbearing kind of sword cultivator. Once he has made up his mind to kill the enemy in front of him, how could he be swayed by external things?

  The Geng Jin sword energy directly broke through the pink mist, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, and one of the low-grade treasure instruments on the white-faced scholar's body shattered on the spot. Before he could reveal his painful expression, Li Qingyun's figure suddenly disappeared into thin air, and in the next instant, he reappeared right in front of him, with two fingers transformed into a sword tip, directly stabbing towards his opponent's heart.

  The white-faced scholar was so frightened that his soul escaped, and he frantically urged on his magic to defend himself. However, under the tyrannical and unparalleled golden sword energy, it directly pierced through like a bubble, followed by a blood hole appearing.

  "I won't let you get away with it either!"

  The white-faced scholar's face was covered in blood and looked ferocious, and he was about to force the virtual dan in his body to explode on the spot. However, Li Qingyun suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed his neck.

  A sword aura sealed his entire body's vital points, and even his divine soul was locked inside.

  Pfft!

  A head flew up, followed by a headless corpse crashing to the ground.

  At this time.

  Li Qingyun calmly sheathed his long sword and sat down cross-legged, ignoring the corpses around him, and began to meditate on the spot.

  A strange pink mist spewed out of his mouth and nose.

  Li Qingyun's face had a sickly flush, like someone who was drunk, and his lower body also stood out with a magnificent outline.

  The pink mist gradually dispersed.

  Li Qingyun opened his eyes and his expression was already clear. He coldly glanced at the headless corpse on the ground and snorted, "A mere pawn!"

  That mist just now was a specially refined magical artifact.

  As for the move, it's not just for fighting, but more to deal with those loose female cultivators. With the golden elixir and jade liquid in his body, he almost fell for it. If it were other cultivators, without forming a golden elixir, it would be difficult to avoid. The Yin-Yang Sect is skilled in the art of plundering and seizing, stealing people's essence and corrupting their minds. If someone falls for this move, they will be at his mercy. No wonder this guy has achieved mid-stage Void Elixir cultivation at such a young age; it's likely that many female cultivators have fallen victim to his evil techniques.

  Li Qingyun snapped his fingers and waved his hand, and a flame appeared.

  Three corpses turned into ashes in the flames, and then he raised his hand to collect the three treasure bags.

  The two foundation-building monks didn't have many good things on them, but there were some spiritual stone pills and treasure talismans; unfortunately, the total value was still less than that of the gray-faced Taoist who had been killed in Jingzhou.

  As for the white-faced bookworm's treasure pouch, Li Qingyun's face immediately stiffened as soon as he opened it.

  His eyebrows jumped up and he involuntarily let out a cold snort, then muttered to himself: "He had it coming!"

  In the white-faced bookworm's treasure trove, there was a large collection of colorful female ***, some styles even made him pause for breath. In addition, there were all sorts of lewd and lascivious devices, some designs that could be said to be ingenious to the point of being suspicious. Li Qingyun was not familiar with such things, many of which he had never even heard of, and he really couldn't imagine what kind of person would have the mind to design so many lewd objects. If such talent were devoted to studying alchemy, it would probably lead to great accomplishments.

  Li Qingyun took out all those gaudy things and burned them, and some obscene objects imitating male genitalia were also burned.

  However, there were a few things he left behind.

  No other reason.

  Although this thing is lewd and evil, its design is indeed exquisite, and it has a subtle aura of craftsmanship.

  This did not allow him to produce a thread of unyielding thought.

  ………

  The white-faced book boy's treasure bag is full of things.

  Li Qingyun actually found twelve top-grade spirit stones, hundreds of mid-grade spirit stones, and a large pile of low-grade spirit stones. There were also hundreds of magical artifacts in various colors, but unfortunately, they were all ordinary magic tools, and nearly half of them were obviously only used by female cultivators. This further confirmed Li Qingyun's inference that this guy had absolutely harmed many ignorant female cultivators. There were over a dozen cultivation techniques, but they were all incomplete and could only be cultivated to the Void Core stage. The only one that could be cultivated to the Golden Core stage was the orthodox technique of the Yin-Yang Sect.

  Inside, there are still many remnants of the art of supplementing and replenishing, as well as the cultivation methods of the magical blood sacrifice.

  All of these were directly destroyed by Li Qingyun.

  The only thing that made him somewhat puzzled was the pink mist, which even Li Qingyun's vast knowledge and strong memory couldn't identify what it actually was.

  Even what level of magic treasure it is cannot be judged!

  However.

  This guy is really worth a lot of money.

  Apart from not having any high-grade treasures, the rest of his collection was surprisingly no less than Li Qingyun's. He was probably at least a steward of the Yin-Yang Sect within Cloud City.

  If people of this kind are embezzling for personal gain, they must have a lot of ill-gotten gains.

  At the same time.

  Just as Li Qingyun was about to leave with his spoils of war, a white-robed old man in the inn opened by the Cloud City Yin Yang Sect suddenly opened his eyes and let out a loud shout filled with grief and indignation: "Thief!"

  "How dare you kill my adopted son!"

  The white-robed old man's figure rose into the air, and with a fierce momentum, he rode a beam of light towards the South Sea.