Chapter 99: Everyone has their own plans, don't be too careless

  Looking at the gourd handed over by Hei Shan Dao Ren, Wang Guang's heart was moved. However, he only played with it in his hand for a while before handing it back to the other party: "Daoist friend, you can rest assured that I promised to look for Tie San Dao Ren's trouble after a hundred years, and I will definitely be able to wait until then. You don't have to worry about me breaking my promise. This treasure I cannot accept. The ancient saying goes well, no merit no reward. Although this treasure is precious, not only did I not help you, but also made you help me sometime ago, so this treasure must not be accepted. If you insist on giving it to me, then you are not treating me as a friend."

  The Taoist stared at Wang Guang tightly, and after a long silence, the Taoist burst into a strange laugh: "Good! Good! Good! Since the dark clouds pressed down, some Qi practitioners couldn't refine magic treasures, so they started robbing others' treasures, and one by one, they even found excuses to cover their shame. I didn't expect that today, there's a treasure in front of you, but you don't take it, it's really ridiculous."

  "Boundless Heaven Venerable! This treasure was snatched away, all because the temptation wasn't enough. Back then, I wanted to snatch the ancient artifact from the Third Prince, but unfortunately, it escaped quickly." Wang Guang shook his head and laughed: "If I knew someone had an ancient artifact on them, I would definitely go and snatch it."

  Hei Shan Dao Ren nodded, most of the practitioners knew how precious the ancient artifact was. Even a Dan master with good moral character would seize it, let alone these people? "I'll leave Tian Yu Huang Chao soon, if we meet again in the future, I'll definitely drink and have fun with fellow daoists, forgetting some worries."

  Wang Guang nodded, he knew that Hei Shan Dao Ren hoped that after a hundred years, his news would be known, and thus learn the news of Tie San Dao Ren. Therefore, nodding indicated understanding.

  "Thirty thousand miles away, there is a swamp. Deep in the swamp, there is a mountain range. If you have time, fellow Taoist, you can go there to find me." Heishan Daoist handed over a talisman to Wang Guang, which served as a token of their meeting.

  "Wang Guang said, 'I will go find the last member of the Luo family today. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely go to Daoist friend's place to rest for a while.' After saying that, Wang Guang took over the token and put it into the Hundred Treasures Pouch, then he didn't say anything else and directly used the Red Copper Scroll to wrap his body and break through the air to leave. His goal was to find the last person of the Luo family and slaughter him."

  Watching Wang Guang leave, Hei Shan Dao Ren remained silent for a long time, looked at the gourd in his hand, burst out laughing loudly several times, and also disappeared into thin air, it was unknown whether he returned to the Imperial Capital to handle matters or went to the swamp to cultivate in seclusion.

  But Wang Guang went to find the Luo family's young master, and on the way, he didn't stop for too long. When he saw fierce beasts, he would avoid them, and when he encountered human settlements, he wouldn't go down to have fun. He just kept his head down and hurried along. Along this road, he basically didn't find many signs of Qi-refining cultivators, and even if he occasionally met one, they wouldn't talk to each other, but rather hurry on their way.

  He rushed all the way for thirty or fifty thousand miles, and on this day, Wang Guang arrived at a small mountain. Here, he pulled out a soul-searching banner with a length of ten thousand zhang to search for that Luo family youngster.

  All kinds of means were ready, and dozens of wild beasts were piled up on the altar. This guy had just cast the Blood Light Pursuing Soul Technique, and before he could see where the person's shadow was, he heard a rumbling thunder in the distance, and a killing intent rushed towards him.

  "Boundless Heavenly Lord!" Wang Guang was greatly shocked, and didn't even have time to watch the scene in the mirror. He hastily spat out a stream of red copper sand and jumped aside, rolling away to look at something in the distance.

  In the distance, a green-robed cultivator flew over on a cloud, with a wooden stake on his head and a water-fire silk sash around his waist. He held a dustpan in his hand and had a face like a red date. A ball of thunderfire floated in front of him, heading straight for Wang Guang. "Halt! What kind of demon are you to come here and harm innocent lives? Don't you dare to kneel down and accept your punishment?"

  "This remark made Wang Guang's head buzz with pain: 'Infinite Heavenly Lord! Fellow Daoist, are you a Qi-refining practitioner of the Qingmu Sect? I find your face familiar, but I don't know if you've ever been to the Tianyu Imperial Court or not?"

  That Qingmu Zong's eyes narrowed as he looked at Wang Guang with a strange expression, "I once was in the Tianyu Imperial Court, but I hadn't become a Qi Practitioner back then. How did you know? Are you perhaps an attendant of the Tianyu Imperial Court?"

  "Haha! What a coincidence, your secular name is also surnamed Luo? I am the one who has been worshiped by the Luo family. The head of your household said that you have left Qingmu Sect for many years and misses you deeply, so they asked me to bring some things to you as a token of their nostalgia." Wang Guang chuckled and put away the Wan Cui banner, then pulled out the flying sword from his back and flashed it in front of the cultivator. "This is the Tianyu Sword, an inferior unranked flying sword. It was forged at your household's request, take it and use it."

  The red-faced cultivator's eyes lit up as soon as he heard the words, and he saw him shaking off the dust with a wave of his hand, dispersing the thunderfire. With a joyful expression, he rushed towards Wang Guang. "I knew Father wouldn't forget me, and today I finally have news of him. Was it the Daoist technique you just used to find me?"

  "It's exactly as I thought." Wang Guang saw the red-faced Qi Gong practitioner relaxing his guard and rushing towards him, and he was overjoyed in his heart. With one hand holding the flying sword and the other manipulating the Qimen, he prepared to take down this Luo family Qi Gong practitioner with a fingernail that could rival the quality of a top-grade treasure.

  Two people gathered within three to five zhang distance, Wang Guang suddenly raised his left hand, a green light rushed straight towards Luo's family Qi practitioner's neck. The flying sword in his hand was also thrown out and pierced the opponent's chest. Then he flipped his hand, pulled out the Wan Gui long banner and shook it, black smoke emerged from the banner and transformed into pythons, wrapping around Luo's family Qi practitioner.

  "Little guy, I'm sending you back to your loved ones today. How about thanking me?" Wang Guang said with a sly smile.

  "Little lord, today I'll slaughter you, you ungrateful dog!" The Na Luo family's Qi practitioner didn't show any surprise at Wang Guang's sudden attack. He simply shook his head, and the wooden stake on top of it swayed back and forth, with hundreds of illusory stakes swirling around him, not only blocking Wang Guang's claw and flying sword, but also dispersing several wisps of black smoke into thin air.

  "That year, I, the Luo family, worshiped you. When disaster struck, not only did you fail to protect the Luo family, but you also slaughtered my entire clan. You are truly a heartless and ruthless person." The red-faced cultivator's face was filled with grief and indignation, clearly indicating that he had already learned about Wang Guang's massacre of the Luo family. His previous actions were simply a ploy to take advantage of the situation and secretly plot against his opponent.

  Although he was somewhat surprised by the other's reaction, Wang Guang wasn't worried at all. The Luo family's Qi practitioner in front of him seemed like a fish on the cutting board, to be cut and sliced at his will.

  The red copper sand spun around, transforming into a three to five zhang-sized grinding disc that smashed towards the opponent's head. The long banner in his hand fluttered as he fiercely whipped it at the opponent's green wooden stake.

  All of a sudden, the green wooden stake's illusory shadow shattered with a cracking sound. Before Wang Guang could take advantage of the opportunity to attack, Luo's cultivator suddenly emitted a burst of green light from his body. The green light flashed and this Luo cultivator instantly disappeared from Wang Guang's line of sight.

  "Good trick." After seeing the green light flash and the target disappear, Wang Guang couldn't help but feel excited in his heart. If he wasn't mistaken, the green light that just flashed was the effect of using the transmission talisman. This transmission talisman can transport the user to a place three to five miles away after it is cast, which is an excellent lifesaving trick for practitioners.

  It's just a pity that this talisman is extremely difficult to refine, and only those with a natural talent for it can successfully refine it. Without such talent, even a dan master cannot refine it.

  "Don't go, let me kill you to understand your heart's desire." Wang Guang laughed strangely and didn't even bother to pick up the flying sword that had fallen to the ground. With one hand grasping the red copper sand and the other holding the Wan Xiu long banner, he looked like a malevolent deity as he rushed towards the distance at high speed, planning to find the escaped Luo family's Qi-refining warrior as quickly as possible.

  Just as he was about to move, a green light rushed over from afar. The green light parted to the left and right, and a middle-aged cultivator stood on a wooden stake, blocking his path. "Fellow Daoist, please stay your hand, don't harm my disciple."

  The middle-aged practitioner's voice was hoarse, his face square, with a hawk-like nose and a pair of small eyes that seemed to gleam with a faint green light. Every time he spoke, his skin became drier, and in the blink of an eye, he looked as withered as a piece of dead wood. His entire body seemed lifeless, except for the movement of his eyes.

  "You'd better not intervene, I'll take care of this Qi Practitioner. You should just hand over your disciple and let me deal with him, or else you'll bring trouble upon yourself." Wang Guang sneered, seeing the strange Qi Practitioner in front of him, but he didn't dare to be careless, so he casually threw a dark thunderbolt at his opponent's head.

  "Three moves, one breath of yin thunder, that's all. Not even worth getting on stage." The practitioner, transformed into a withered wood-like state, showed no sorrow or joy, and with a flick of his hands, revealed two dry palms to casually grab the yin thunder. The yin thunder struggled slightly in his hands before turning into a puff of green smoke that dissipated. "I advise you to leave early, don't try to intimidate me with your one-breath sect. In my opinion, it's better for you to wait ten or twenty years, let your disciples learn their skills and come find you to settle the score, what do you think?"

  "The Unripe Golden Elixir, I'm not afraid of you." Seeing the man casually destroy the third-stage Yin Lei, Wang Guang's mouth twitched involuntarily. He gritted his teeth and directly sprayed a few mouthfuls of green smoke into the Wan Xiu Long Fan in his hand. The Wan Xiu Long Fan, with the help of the green smoke, suddenly surged to over two zhang high.

  The long banner sways, and endless black smoke spreads out. This black smoke covers the sky and earth, petrifying stones and withering grass. The pungent smell rising to the heavens transforms into countless infant women with ferocious faces, each one wailing like a wolf as they surround the withered tree-like practitioners.

  The cultivator didn't take Wang Guang to heart at all, he only regarded Wang Guang's treasure as an ordinary treasure, and still stretched out his hands to try to tear the black smoke apart.

  As soon as his hands touched the black smoke, the withered wood cultivator felt something was wrong. He only dared to feel a burst of evil energy rushing into his body through his hands, and an endless foul odor that ignored the wooden stake's protection and drilled into his nostrils. For a moment, the withered wood cultivator only felt dizzy and his whole body's magical powers were difficult to mobilize. "I'm doomed!"

  Wang Guang shook the long banner on this side, and then made a strange laugh and knocked out all the red copper sand.

  Only to see the red copper sand in the air split into thirteen rotating copper balls, the copper balls surrounded the withered wood practitioner, and the Taoist shouted: "Turn!"

  Thirteen copper balls rotated, and endless fierce flames suddenly appeared in mid-air. The fiery tongues scorched the air, and black smoke billowed everywhere. It's a pity that the withered wood cultivator had not yet displayed his skills when he was invaded by the foul smell, and due to a moment of carelessness, the black smoke eroded his defenses, and the endless fierce flames burned his body.