Chapter Fifty-One: The Child

  Bai Qi suddenly drew his sword, returning to reality from the surroundings. However, it was the Inverse Scale Sword that emitted a powerful aura, shattering one layer of the Tian Mo Mirror's spatial illusion and forcibly pulling Bai Qi out.

  Then Bai Qi saw that Bai Shui Zhenren had fallen behind him. The silver hairpin in Bai Shui Zhenren's hand made Bai Qi understand what had happened.

  "White Water True Man smiled bitterly and said: 'Bai Qi, kill me now, I know your secret.'"

  Bai Qi's face sank, but he didn't immediately take action.

  It's a pity to kill him like this, as there is still much value that can be dug out from Bai Shui Zhen Ren. However, he has seen the Ni Lin Gun and cannot be left alive. The Tian Mo Mirror is also something that makes people covet.

  The question is, since Bai Shui Zhenren knew he would definitely die, why did he have to compromise with himself and pass on a bit of his knowledge to his Qi-refining disciples?

  How naive, I thought Bai Shui Zhenren had lost the guts to snoop on my secrets. I underestimated the desire of a cultivator. Who would be willing to seek death? Those who embark on the path of cultivation, who doesn't hope for immortality!

  "Big brother, is there something you wish to fulfill?" Bai Qi didn't hesitate much and had already made up his mind. If he didn't kill Bai Shui, he wouldn't be able to rest easy.

  "I want to go to the Divine State and take a look, I've heard that everyone there has the opportunity to cultivate immortality and ask about the Tao. But..."

  "Then go reincarnate, if in the next life you meet me again, I'll take you as my disciple and bring you to the Divine State." Bai Qi said, the Moon Wheel Sword flew out, a white light flashed by, and Bai Shui's head rolled to one side, the wound had already frozen over, without any blood spraying out.

  Bai Qi smiled self-deprecatingly. Can this be considered fate? Controlling others' fates, yet not even being worthy of one's own.

  Yin and yang are mistaken, and Bai Shui Zhenren has fallen into his own hands.

  Even wanting him to live a little longer is impossible, it's really...

  Bai Qi furrowed his brow, picked up the corpse of Bai Shui Zhen Ren, and threw it into the You Ling calabaza to refine it. After also picking up the Tian Mo mirror, he walked out the door and looked down at the stone wall.

  In the valley below the stone wall, the water flow is still rapid. Although the rain has stopped, the accumulated water upstream will still keep this river at a high level for at least half a month.

  In the river valley, three monsters are swimming against the current, rushing straight to that solitary grave, their target is Corpse Spirit Grass.

  Delivered right to my doorstep, these three sneaky monsters! Bai Qi's heart was delighted when he saw them, and a smile finally appeared on his face. After Jin Huang merged with the Nine Tripods, the Jin Dynasty gradually collapsed. These demonic creatures were becoming more and more numerous, and without any restraints, they would bring harm to the human world.

  Kill some of the monsters under the spiritual intelligence, and it won't cause any trouble.

  Those three little demons from the Qi refining stage all had turtle-like faces, treading on water, holding rusty steel knives in their hands, and rushing towards that solitary grave.

  Corpse grass is indeed immature, but for these unloved little demons, they can't wait until that day, nor can they afford to.

  A dozen or so strange snakes, over a zhang in length, emerged from the tomb, vigilantly watching three approaching demons. They were ordered to guard the Corpse Grass, which was ordinary goods for famous sects, but valuable for some scattered cultivators.

  Bai Qi didn't even bother to make a scene anymore. Originally, he wanted to keep the Corpse Grass and wait for the sect that cultivated it to come searching, then follow them and take care of them once and for all. But that would take at least a few more years, and Bai Qi couldn't wait that long. The Jin Emperor had killed his own father, and the desire for revenge was something even a cultivator like him couldn't suppress.

  He jumped off the cliff, his feet windy, although he couldn't fly, this method of descending from a high place, Bai Qi had already mastered it.

  Like a sharp arrow tearing through the air, Bai Qi fell heavily onto the tomb, his feet trampling the Corpse Grass into a muddy mess. His Inverted Scale Spear was inserted into the tomb, and all the spiritual energy of the Corpse Grass was absorbed by the spear.

  Six sword pellets flew out, forming a bright moon. The dozen or so snake demons only saw the moonlight flicker for a few moments before being beheaded by Bai Qi and stored in the gourd of demon spirits. The three water-treading monsters suddenly felt uneasy, as the human cultivator was extremely powerful, having seized the Corpse Spirit Grass and killed the demonic creatures guarding it. If they went up, they would only be serving themselves up to be eaten.

  Bai Qi's Over Rain Sword was just completed and he was about to find a target to test it, but the three little demons turned around and escaped. Bai Qi's Moon Wheel Sword had already flown out and shone brightly on top of each of the three little demons' heads, and three streams of blood shot up into the sky, which were ruthlessly sucked in by the Demon Spirit Gourd in mid-air.

  It's not the Inverse Scale Spear, any level of essence is welcome, and after absorbing it, it doesn't return half a cent to Bai Qi, but continues to build the Beheading Seal God Platform in the internal space.

  Bai Qi didn't hesitate to spend this bit of yuanqi essence, the Inverse Scale Spear was for his own strength enhancement, but that Youling calabaza was an important Daoist artifact. After establishing the Zhanjiang Fēngshén Tái, he could recruit and command yao soldiers in battle. Even if he didn't release them, by then the Youling calabaza would provide him with a constant supply of heavenly yuanqi to consume during battles.

  Bai Qi was not a farmer, but he also understood that without sowing, there would be no harvest.

  Corpse Spirit Grass is not a sacred herb, it can only be considered as a mid-grade medicinal herb. It's just that it's extremely difficult to grow and the quantity is scarce. If it weren't for its ordinary medicinal effect, small sects would never get their hands on it.

  Bai Qi ruined the Corpse Spirit Grass, which was a loss that outweighed the gain. After all, only when the herb is fully matured will it be able to condense the heaven and earth's primordial energy.

  The tomb was destroyed, and Bai Qi retrieved the sword pellet. He sat down on the damp soil, regulating his breathing. The cyan-golden energy of the Inverse Scale Spear that had been injected into his body took effect, and Bai Qi felt a vague symbol forming in his Upper Dantian. This vague symbol was extremely complex, consisting of thousands of demonic characters condensed together. However, these thousands of demonic characters did not represent the Dao techniques of the Azure Thunder Manual, but rather described the aura of the ancient great demons.

  The first meridian of the demon fairy, the first symbol of the demon fairy, began to merge slowly.

  In the Upper Dan Tian, this demon fairy script absorbed all the blue-green aura stored in Bai Qi's meridians, making him feel empty and hollow inside, with his limbs feeling extremely heavy.

  The third chapter of Qing Lei's true solution unfolded before Bai Qi, and he read it word by word. The symbols in the upper Dan Tian became clearer and clearer, and a Taoist technique began to take shape.

  Ride the wind!

  In the middle of Huajia, Qing Lei Zhen Jie only gave Bai Qi a ride-the-wind Dao technique. Bai Qi was overjoyed.

  Before his eyes, countless ancient great demons appeared in the painting, riding the wind and flying freely. Those great demons were even flying arbitrarily in the nine-day gale, and the gale that could destroy everything was only making their clothes flutter. It seemed as if they had just returned from a spring outing, feeling carefree and content.

  It wasn't until two hours had passed that the images gradually faded away. Bai Qi stood up, and a gentle breeze blew him forward. He took a step forward, only to find that this Wind Riding Technique was unbearably slow.

  It's not a problem of Tao or method, but a problem of one's own realm.

  Bai Qi exerted all his strength to urge on the Wind Riding Technique, causing his body to move forward two feet from its original position. Of course, the speed was a bit faster than walking, but it couldn't compare to an ordinary person's running. Then, with a mouthful of air cut off, Bai Qi heavily fell to the ground.

  Mud splashed everywhere, and Bai Qi started laughing loudly.

  A cultivator of Qi must be in the stage of transforming spirit to fly, but I can already do it without any equipment in the middle stage of transforming Qi, which is an unexpected joy. And my Wind Riding Technique is only at the entry level now.

  To be precise, Wind Riding is a Xian technique. Before evolving into a Xian technique, the Wind Riding technique requires the condensation of 72 Fu Luo seeds within the body. Bai Qi currently only has one Fu Luo seed and can already fly off the ground; once all 72 Fu Luo seeds are fully condensed, he will be able to roam freely outside the Nine Heavens' Gale Winds.

  If it advances to the level of immortal magic, this Wind Riding Immortal Magic is a great skill that can come and go in the void, not just in places with dense air.

  Killed Bai Shui Zhenren, Bai Qi's mood wasn't very good. However, in the middle of his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage, he also learned the Wind Riding Technique. Suddenly, Bai Qi put down his worries and began practicing on top of a grave mound.

  His nature is not entangled in worries, this Wind Riding Technique is the first time he has cultivated it on his own, Bai Qi played happily until nightfall, and only then did he reluctantly use the Wind Riding Technique to send his body onto the rock wall.

  Returning to his own room, Bai Qi let out a sigh. Killing White Water Zhenren was something he had planned for a long time, but after living together day and night, White Water Zhenren had taught him quite a bit of common sense about cultivating the Dao, leaving Bai Qi with some regret.

  Every day at this time, Bai Qi would start chatting with Bai Shui Zhenren and learn some common knowledge about cultivating the Tao. Now that Bai Shui Zhenren is dead, Bai Qi suddenly has nothing to do. He swallowed the last piece of jade in his hand, letting the Inverse Scale Spear absorb it, quickly refining a cyan gold-colored aura, sending it into the Upper Dantian, making the demon immortal talisman even more radiant.

  The elixir and jade stones in Bai Qi's Nascent Soul stage had been completely consumed. To continue cultivating, apart from the dull and tedious practice of meditation and breath control, there was no other way.

  It seems like it's time to leave, Bai Qi looked at the house that had just been built for a few months, and felt a little reluctant. Originally planned to live for a few years.

  Three hundred and sixty miles south of the canyon, in the middle of a thousand-foot solitary peak, there is an inconspicuous cave.

  Outside the cave, several wild monkeys were swinging and jumping with vines, their movements so agile that even human martial artists couldn't match. In front of the cave, a child who looked only twelve or thirteen years old was using walnuts to hit those monkeys. The monkeys were quick and nimble, and when the walnuts were thrown over, they would often be caught by stretching out their hands and then stuffed into their cheek pouches.

  The little boy was dressed in red, with a small braid on his head, and a smile all over his face. Occasionally, when he hit a monkey, he would clap his hands and cheer, the monkey would glare at him with anger, make a hoarse sound in its throat, show its fangs, and scold the boy.

  They were having a great time playing, when suddenly the child stopped and looked northward with an ominous expression.

  Who killed his own demon soldier?

  He took on human form for a short time, but was also worshipped by the nearby mountain people for several hundred years, claiming to be a god. After taking shape, he began to gather small monsters from nearby as his subordinates, but he was also a lawless monster, these subordinates wandered around without any actual duties, just to give him face.

  Even so, his subordinate was killed, and the child was extremely angry. There were no powerful sects or strong demons nearby, they had all been eliminated by him, this killer was probably an outsider.

  He's still daring to be reckless on his own turf! The red-clothed boy leapt from the mountain waist, riding the fierce wind, and flew north. He wanted to see what kind of extraordinary person had killed his subordinates.