Outside the Battle Sword Sect, sword qi whistled through the air. Many people in the sect inclined their heads, only to see a group of silhouettes riding on flying swords, flying over. These were none other than the group that had just returned from the Immortal Martial Realm.
Qin Wentian stepped on the whistling sword qi, stopping in the air above the ancient peak of the Battle Sword Sect. Over there, a snow-white silhouette flew over, akin to a bolt of white lightning, leaping into Qin Wentian's embrace. Its snow-white body unceasingly nuzzled against Qin Wentian's.
"Little Rascal, long time no see." Fan Le stared at Little Rascal as he stretched out his hand and flicked Little Rascal's forehead.
Little Rascal inclined his head, glaring at Fan Le. Opening his mouth, he spat out a few words, "Damn … Fatty …"
"Eh!" Black lines instantly appeared on Fan Le's face. This Little Rascal actually knew how to speak? Its immature voice was filled with a hint of cuteness, causing Qin Wentian to involuntarily burst out laughing.
"Boss, you must have taught him this, right?" Fan Le was speechless. He harshly rapped Little Rascal's forehead. Little Rascal bared its fangs and brandished its claws, "Fatty, you … are courting death."
Qin Wentian laughed, carrying Little Rascal in his arms as he walked forward. In front of him, a beautiful silhouette could be seen quietly standing there. Her slender figure, as well as her breathtaking countenance, attracted the gazes of many.
"Qing 'er." Qin Wentian walked to the side of the beautiful silhouette, smiling warmly as he stared at her.
Qing 'er glanced at Qin Wentian as her melodious voice rang out, "I came out today to walk around."
"Mhm, I won't feel so bored if I walk around more." Qin Wentian stared at the maiden in front of him. She was still a woman of few words.
"She … lied." Little Rascal's head popped out from Qin Wentian's embrace as he stared at Qing 'er, "She … came here every day."
"What a sin." Fan Le slapped his forehead, this was too much of a blow.
Qin Wentian blinked as he stared at Qing 'er, only to see that Qing' er's countenance didn't change at all. She coldly glanced at Little Rascal before sending out a slap. Little Rascal hurriedly retreated into Qin Wentian's embrace, causing Qing 'er's slap to miss. Upon seeing Qin Wentian staring at her, a strange light flickered in the calm eyes of Qing' er as she replied, "Little Rascal loves to talk nonsense."
"Yes." Qin Wentian nodded, still looking into Qing 'er's eyes.
"I'm going back." Qing 'er's countenance changed slightly. After speaking, she immediately turned and departed at an extremely fast speed. Staring at her beautiful back view, Qin Wentian lowered his head and stared at Little Rascal in his embrace as he gently asked, "What else do you know?"
"Here … there were people chasing after her, but … they were all beaten away by her." Little Rascal mumbled, causing Qin Wentian to perspire. Who would be so audacious as to chase after Qing 'er?
"There's one more person … she can't win against him. That person looks at her every day. Can you chase him away?" Little Rascal stared at Qin Wentian with its big eyes, causing Qin Wentian to be extremely happy. He rubbed Little Rascal's head and laughed, "This is the first time I found you so adorable. I will nourish you later."
"Okay, I want to evolve." Little Rascal spoke in a baby-like voice. The nourishment he was referring to was naturally the power of Qin Wentian's bloodline. Little Rascal could be said to have been raised by Qin Wentian's blood.
"Wentian, I will go and meet with senior brother Ling Tian first. You should go back and have a good rest." At this moment, the Flame Mountain Sword Sovereign who was in the air spoke to Qin Wentian. He naturally had to inform Sword Sovereign Ling Tian and the others about what happened in the Immortal Martial Realm. As for the matter regarding Qin Wentian, it would still require the upper echelons of the Battle Sword Sect to meet with each other.
"Right, many thanks, Sword Sovereign." Qin Wentian nodded his head in thanks.
The Flame Mountain Sword Sovereign nodded his head as the group of them soared through the air. Ji Feixue also went to report to his master, Sword Sovereign Ling Tian. Since they had already arrived at the Battle Sword Sect, the crowd soon dispersed.
Ye Lingshuang and Duan Han helped to arrange the lodgings for Fan Le and the others. Their lodgings were all near Qin Wentian's lodgings. The group of them sat together and chatted for a few hours before the sky darkened. Qin Wentian returned to his lodgings and started to organize his spoils from the Immortal Martial Realm.
For this trip to the Immortal Martial Realm, he could be considered to be the one with the greatest rewards. He needed time to consolidate his foundations.
The Fiendgod Heavenly Suppression Art, such a powerful cultivation art, had to be cultivated step by step. Not only that, according to his thoughts, he should use the Fiendgod Body Refinement Art as a supplement to it, allowing him to unleash even greater power. However, if he wanted to cultivate the Fiendgod Body Refinement Art, he would need a large amount of heavenly ingredients and earthly treasures to aid his cultivation. This was also the difficulty in cultivating it.
Other than this, he also needed to slowly comprehend the tyrannical innate techniques he obtained from the stone monuments. For example, the Golden Roc Art, Star Seizing Art, Illusionary Shadow Art, etc.
Not only that, during combat, these powerful innate techniques and innate techniques all required a terrifying amount of Astral Energy to be unleashed. The stronger the attack, the more Astral Energy it would consume. It was extremely difficult for someone at the seventh level of Heavenly Dipper to use so many powerful techniques and techniques. Luckily, he had four Yuanfu, which gave him an advantage when compared to ordinary people.
In the night sky, the astral light was exceptionally resplendent, cascading down unceasingly from the heavens, cascading down onto the place where Qin Wentian was seated, causing the entire space to be bathed in the starlight.
Qin Wentian sat there for a total of seven days. After seven days, when he opened his eyes, the air was filled with traces of coldness. Early in the morning, the mountain rampart was covered in white mist, the scenery was exceptionally beautiful.
The gentle sound of a flute drifted into his ears, containing traces of a melodious melody. Qin Wentian quietly listened to it, the melody was graceful and contained hints of heartfelt emotions within.
"Yiyi … it's that person, he's here again. How annoying." Little Rascal ran to the side of Qin Wentian, grabbing onto Qin Wentian's arm. Qin Wentian instantly understood who Little Rascal was referring to. Most probably, it was referring to the person Qing Er couldn't defeat.
"Go, let's go take a look." Qin Wentian's silhouette flickered and soon after, he saw the person who was playing the flute. This person was clad in white and was standing on top of a gigantic boulder on the mountain wall. He was playing the flute in the direction of Qing`er's residence, exuding a carefree and unrestrained aura. Qing`er stood on the roof, her countenance was filled with coldness, as though she was unhappy.
The cultivation base of this white-robed figure was extremely high, at the ninth level of Heavenly Dipper, and was also a disciple of the Battle Sword Sect. No wonder even Qing Er couldn't defeat him. After all, Qing Er's current cultivation base was only at the seventh level of Heavenly Dipper, and she had just stepped into this realm not too long ago.
"Qing Er."
Qin Wentian's silhouette appeared beside Qing`er. Qing`er glanced at him before turning her gaze onto the silhouette on the mountain rampart, her countenance turning even colder.
"Sir, don't you think it's very ungentlemanly of you to harass others like this?" Qin Wentian stared at the white-robed figure as he spoke in a clear voice. His voice contained the humming of swords within, causing ear-piercing sounds to echo in the air. The melody of the flute was forcibly interrupted, and the white-robed figure turned his gaze onto Qin Wentian as he emotionlessly spoke, "Sincerity can split open metal and stone. What does my actions have to do with you?"
"She's my friend, so it naturally has something to do with me. Please don't come here again." Qin Wentian continued.
"Just a friend? In that case, what qualifications do you have to obstruct me from wooing junior sister Qing Er?" The words of this person didn't hold back at all. It was clear that he wanted to woo Qing Er. Laughter rang out as several silhouettes appeared on the mountain rampart. One of the female disciples giggled, "Senior Brother Han, junior sister Qing Er is so beautiful, all those who wooed her have been beaten up by her. I'm afraid your chances are slim, but I'll still support you."
"Junior sister Qing Er is as mesmerizing as a celestial maiden, how many people wouldn't be moved by her? I actually hope that Senior Brother Han can succeed in wooing junior sister Qing Er to our Lone Mountain Faction." Another person spoke as he glanced at Qin Wentian. This person was none other than Qin Wentian, the one whose name had recently caused a commotion in the Battle Sword Sect, the one who obtained the top ranker of the Immortal Martial Realm. All of them wanted to take a look at him as well.
"Wentian, these people are all disciples from the Lone Mountain Sword Sovereign's faction." It was unknown when Ye Lingshuang had arrived, but it was unknown when she spoke to Qin Wentian.
"The Battle Sword Sect doesn't forbid disciples from fighting each other, right?" Qin Wentian asked. He naturally knew that Qing Er liked peace and quiet. Back then, she chose this place because there would be fewer people disturbing her. However, these people didn't have the slightest bit of etiquette and were causing a ruckus here. Although Qing Er didn't say it clearly, one could tell that she was extremely uncomfortable just by looking at her Cold countenance.
"Naturally, it's fine as long as you know your limits. The Battle Sword Sect encourages competition, the elders won't interfere." Ye Lingshuang nodded.
"If that's the case, that's good," Qin Wentian nodded lightly as he turned to Qing Er, "Can I help you chase them away?"
Qing Er started, she stared at Qin Wentian as her eyes flickered. After which, she nodded her head lightly, "Sure."
Qin Wentian flicked his sleeves as he stepped out, instantly standing in front of the experts on the mountain rampart. Staring at that white-robed figure, he commanded, "Scram."
Senior brother Han held his flute in his hands as he emotionlessly glanced at Qin Wentian. Right now in the Battle Sword Sect, Qin Wentian's name was known by everyone. He returned with the top ranker of the Immortal Martial Realm, causing huge waves of commotion in the Battle Sword Sect. How could he not know?
This man killed Shang Tong and challenged Di Shi to a duel. An elder of the Royal Sacred Sect had died because of him.
"Senior brother Han, he's preparing to use you to establish his might." That female from earlier giggled as she stared at Qin Wentian.
"Senior brother Han, although your cultivation base is high, this man's name can shake the entire Royal Sacred Region. If we fight, our fellow disciples won't say that you are bullying the weak." Another voice drifted over.
Qin Wentian swept his gaze over to the experts on the mountain rampart. There were a total of five of them. Other than senior brother Han, there were three at the eighth level of Heavenly Dipper and one at the seventh level.
Golden light flashed as Astral Energy enveloped Qin Wentian, causing him to resemble a golden roc with golden wings. His eyes gleamed with sharpness as he stared at the experts before him. He then coldly spoke, "All of you can come at me together."
As the sound of his voice faded, the wings on Qin Wentian's back flapped as he floated higher and higher into the air. The light radiating from him grew more and more resplendent, causing the five silhouettes on the stone rampart to stiffen. Their battle intent gushed forth, gushing forth in torrents.
From afar, the perception of several disciples of the Battle Sword Sect gushed over, paying close attention to this battle.
Qing Er still stood on the rooftop, her cold eyes staring at Qin Wentian's back. Her beautiful eyes were calm and tranquil!
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