Chapter 119: Each Has Their Own Plans and Tricks

  "Whatever" Wang Guang was too lazy to bother with the evil monk, so he shook his long sleeves and went off to catch some fierce beasts to make blood food. He brought back three or five black bears, and the evil monk had already prepared some fresh fish for roasting. Just as the two of them were eating with gusto, more than a dozen Qi-practitioners flew over from afar.

  Smoke rose from below, swirling slightly in the air before falling back down.

  "Two fellow Taoists, we are from the Orthodox Sect of the Qingfeng Mountains. We happened to be passing by here today and are feeling rather hungry and thirsty. We were wondering if it would be possible for us to rest here for a while, and I hope we won't be disturbing you two." A middle-aged Qi practitioner saw that Wang Guang and the other person's food smelled delicious, and he quietly licked his lips before asking in a low voice. They had been chasing after the evil Taoists for several years, and along the way, they had experienced countless hardships. If it weren't for their sect's orders, they would have returned long ago. What need was there to suffer outside?

  "The Infinite Heavenly Lord was originally a member of the Orthodox Unity Sect, and we are loose cultivators from Jinzhou. These past few days have been idle and uneventful, so I thought of taking a stroll through the Qingfeng Mountains to see if any opportunities would arise. Never did I think that I would meet you all here. If fellow daoists have nothing better to do, could you perhaps point out some good places around here?" After hearing these words from the Qi-refining cultivators, Wang Guang suddenly recalled those two Orthodox Unity Sect Qi-refining cultivators he had killed back then, and so he harbored suspicions in his heart, which is why he spoke up to probe them.

  The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled: "Don't blame us, fellow Taoists. We just came out of the Qingfeng Mountains and can't return to our sect for a short time, so we can't help you two." As he spoke, he instructed other Qi-refining cultivators to gather some food to roast.

  However, I advise the two of you that if you really go to the Qingfeng Mountains, you must pay attention to the people of the two sects. The middle-aged cultivator said here, his face somewhat gloomy: "The first is the Yi Qi Sect, and the second is the White Bone Sect."

  "That sect has been established in the Qingfeng Mountains for tens of thousands of years, with countless alchemists within its gates. There are even rumors that a powerful master of the origin spirit resides there. The disciples of this sect are born with a fondness for killing and are extremely cruel. If you encounter them, do not offend them, lest you lose your life."

  "As for the White Bone Sect, although they are not as evil and cruel as the One Qi Sect, their methods are also extremely ruthless. Moreover, many of them cultivate divine abilities within their sect, so if you encounter them, don't engage in a prolonged battle, lest you fall at a disadvantage."

  Wang Guang and the evil monk put on a curious expression, nodding frequently, "Fellow Taoist is indeed a good person. To treat us, who have never met before, with such enthusiasm, it's truly admirable."

  "Haha, you're flattering me." The middle-aged cultivator said here, suddenly changing the subject and saying: "I don't know if you've heard of a certain cultivator in Jinzhou who is skilled at using red copper sand-made artifacts, and has a long banner that is extremely evil, enjoying killing people and taking their souls."

  "We've never heard of it, Jinzhou is tens of thousands of miles away. We are just a few scattered cultivators who have never heard of such a brutal person. Are you looking for him because something didn't go as planned?" The evil monk on the side couldn't help but laugh in his heart and quickly threw away the bloody food in his hand, asking seriously.

  "It's like this, that Taoist killed our sect's disciples. We want to avenge them. At first, we were closely following that evil Taoist, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened a few days ago and we lost him." The middle-aged cultivator said with a sorrowful face "I don't know if you two are skilled in divination techniques? We're willing to pay sufficient compensation for your help in calculating the location of that evil Taoist."

  "Wang Guang, who was standing beside him, shook his head repeatedly to indicate that he didn't know. 'If you're in a hurry, friend, you can go to the prosperous city of Jinzhou to seek help. Otherwise, you'll just be running around in all directions without finding your way.'"

  A wicked monk beside him saw Wang Guang's behavior and burst out laughing. "My brother was once deceived by a fortune teller, he sought help but was cheated, now he is very disgusted with fortune telling."

  Wang Guang listened with extreme contempt for the evil monk on the side, but since there was a fellow sect member present, he didn't dare to make a move.

  "Don't even mention the Jinzhou Qi practitioners. When they see us, all they think about is robbing us or opening their mouths wide to demand a lot of money. They even give us fake calculations and force us to buy things, cheating and bullying outsiders like us. It's infuriating! We don't dare ask for help from those Jinzhou Qi practitioners, so we have no choice but to seek help from loose cultivators like you." As soon as the mention of Jinzhou Qi practitioners came up, this Qi practitioner from Qingfeng Mountain Range scowled in anger. "The various sects' Qi practitioners in Jinzhou? They're not even worthy of being called Qi practitioners! They're just a pack of starving jackals!"

  To conceal his identity, Wang Guang pretended to be annoyed: "Fellow Taoist, your words are not quite right. The Jinzhou sect has millions of people, and there will always be some bad apples. You can't evaluate everyone based on a small handful of people. After all, there are still some sects that do things in a very decent manner."

  A wicked monk on the side also pretended to agree with him, only lacking in waving a large flag and desperately proclaiming the goodness of Jinzhou's Qi practitioners.

  The middle-aged man saw that the two were so enthusiastic about cheering for Jinzhou's practitioners, and he just smiled and stopped talking. Later, both sides changed the subject on their own initiative, but they started discussing some sectarian grievances in Jinzhou and the Qingfeng Mountains.

  Fortunately, that wicked monk had been in Jinzhou for a long time and was quite familiar with some of the sect's grudges, so he didn't reveal his mistakes and was not detected by others.

  After the last black bear was eaten clean by Wang Guang and E Monk, the two got up and bid farewell, saying they would continue on their journey.

  "Please stay for a moment." The middle-aged cultivator, seeing Wang Guang and the others preparing to leave, hastily stood up and said: "The road ahead to Qingfeng Mountain Range is somewhat dangerous. A few days ago, for some reason, fragments of the Two Realms' barrier appeared in front of us. Those fragments are drifting about everywhere, and if one isn't careful, they might be swallowed by them, and it's likely that they won't be able to come out."

  Moreover, there are rumors that some of the fragments between the two realms occasionally spew out a large number of ancient artifacts. Countless Qi-refining practitioners in Jinzhou have gathered to search for these artifacts everywhere, and some people even take advantage of the situation to engage in robbery and extortion. If you two don't care about those ancient artifacts, you can bypass Jinzhou and enter the Qingfeng mountain range, lest you accidentally get into trouble there.

  Wang Guang listened and didn't take it to heart. The man sneered, playing with his fingernails, and a clear ringing sound came from his fingertips: "It's just some trash, no need to pay attention. I've heard that the Qingfeng Mountains are full of ferocious beasts everywhere, each one more ferocious and sinister than the last; if we can't even deal with these pieces of trash blocking our way, then we might as well not go to the Qingfeng Mountains." When he said this, Wang Guang's cultivation had increased greatly in recent days, breaking through the sixth level of the law gate, giving him such confidence.

  To know that his "Tai Zhou Tian Jin Dan Dao Yin Shu" cultivation method is very slow, but every time the cultivation method is upgraded, the overall magical power will surge several times or even dozens of times. If cultivated to the 24th level of the method, without any external force, he can condense into a golden elixir. Of course, on the premise that he does not swallow too many elixirs, crystal stones and other external objects as assistance.

  According to the sect's Dan master, after reaching the 20th level, one's mastery of the law is on par with that of a Dan master. At that time, some special Daoist methods and techniques cannot be used externally, but otherwise, there is not much difference from a Dan master. Unfortunately, this method of cultivation is difficult, and many people stop at the 17th or 18th level, or even the 15th or 16th level, because their mastery of the law is sufficient, they start to try to condense the golden elixir, and do not continue to cultivate.

  The middle-aged cultivator saw Wang Guang's indifferent face and didn't bother to persuade him anymore. He only repeatedly warned that there were many ancient treasures appearing ahead, and countless cultivators would be blocking the way, so he must be extremely careful.

  The wicked monk listened with disgust and suddenly pulled Wang Guang's robe, spitting out a mouthful of golden light that wrapped around the two men and flew away into the sky.

  "Big brother, aren't we just going to let them go like this? If I'm right, with our dozen or so people joining forces, we can definitely keep those two here." After Wang Guang and the others left, a middle-aged man who was roasting fish nearby threw down the things in his hand and jumped in front of him, saying in a low voice.

  "We were hundreds of people who came out from the sect, but today only over a dozen of us are left. I don't want to see any of you get hurt because of fighting with that evil Daoist. Besides, don't forget about that woman from before, she's an expert in divination and has already set up traps and ambushes ahead for them to fall into. If she can't handle the evil Daoist, we can always go up afterwards." The middle-aged Qi-refining cultivator's eyes flickered with a plan to join forces with others to take down Wang Guang.

  Without mentioning the middle-aged Qi practitioner summoning his own junior brothers to follow, let's just talk about Wang Guang and others. The evil monk dragged the Taoist priest on a wild run, feeling very annoyed in his heart: "Miscellaneous hair, why didn't you slaughter those people? They are orthodox Qi practitioners who are seeking revenge against you."

  Wang Guang listened with a sneer, his fingers constantly plucking, only to hear the sound of "ding ding", like an ancient zither: "Do you think I didn't want to do this? They've already seen through my identity, it's just that they haven't made a move because of some things. If I'm not mistaken, they're going to let us keep walking forward and jump into the trap they've set up."

  "Then why don't you kill them?" The evil monk was puzzled, unsure what Wang Guang was thinking.

  "I killed them today, but the Zheng family will surely send people to avenge me. I don't know when they'll make their move, and it's even more frustrating." His mood was somewhat irritable, and as he fiddled with his fingers, he accidentally broke off three or five of his fingernails. He didn't dare let these fingernails fall, so he quickly sprayed out some red copper sand to grind them away.

  "If they're smart, we'll take care of them as soon as we enter the Qingfeng Mountains and then change direction to return to the Yi Qi Sect. If they're not smart, I don't mind taking care of them ahead of time." As he spoke, the demon's face was ferocious, his killing aura soaring into the sky, but in his heart, he was furious at being calculated by others.

  "It's a pity that we won't be able to see those two realms' barrier fragments now. I'm really curious what kind of thing they are made of." The evil monk shook his head and sighed repeatedly, but he knew that once Wang Guang had made up his mind, no one could change it, so he just sighed and didn't try to persuade him.

  "It's just a Forbidden Shard, you've inherited the Ancient Buddha's legacy and still don't understand this principle?" He glanced at the evil monk with disdain, who took out a long banner and shook it repeatedly, a black smoke shot up into the sky, enveloping his body and transforming into a black light that flew off into the distance.