Looking down from here, Ancient Wind Mountain City was like a flight of stairs. Rows upon rows of buildings were built on these stairs, and they were all coated with a layer of red light. Holy Church
Many people surged out from the intersecting alleys and streets. There were peddlers, people selling breakfast, people buying groceries, and there were also early morning merchants. It was a bustling scene.
Looking down from here, the view was extremely wide, and the mind was broadened.
"So the scenery here is this good?" Li Qingshan was slightly surprised. He took a deep breath and practiced a set of fist techniques, stretching his limbs.
He could feel the flow of true qi in his body. After eating the nine Qi Gathering pills last night, he had grown a little stronger. His cultivation of Qi Practitioner level 2 was gradually stabilizing.
He was not in a hurry to cultivate his daemon core and daemon body. Instead, he swallowed a large number of Qi Gathering pills.
He had a feeling that he would be staying here for a while, and the next batch of Qi Gathering pills would have to be obtained in Jiaping city. If he took a large number of pills, it would lead to a shortage of energy. It would be better to take it slow like this. The daemon core and daemon body would naturally absorb a portion of the medicinal effects.
He found an old set of clothes that belonged to the original owner of the room and changed out of the Black Wolf uniform. Then, he opened the door and walked down the stairs. He ate a special snack at a shop with the word "Tea" hanging on it.
He felt like his great dream of eating all the delicacies in the world had been realized just a little bit more. Then, he continued walking contentedly. He purposely walked very slowly, admiring the scenery along the street.
He did not know how long it had been since he had calmed down like this to do something like this. Ever since he began cultivating, his days had been tense and urgent. Even after returning to the human world and returning to the ancient city of Jiaping, he still had to deal with the endless changes.
He had to punish evil, assassinate powerful enemies, and defend against enemies. Even if he had some free time, he had to make good use of it to cultivate, not daring to relax at all.
He had almost forgotten the taste of leisure. He thought back to the days when he was herding cows on Crouching Ox hill. He would look at the mountains, play a flute, and avoid the oppression of his brother and sister-in-law. Before he knew it, an afternoon had passed. Holy Church
It was as if they were two completely opposite lives, but each had their own interesting parts. But he still preferred his current life. He would not reminisce about the past.
Now, looking at the noisy crowd on the street, unknowingly, there was already a sense of estrangement. Although they were still cultivators of the lowest and weakest level, Qi Condensation, they had already formed an irreversible divergence from mortals.
Mortals were like walking on flat ground, getting married and having children, from birth to death. Cultivators, on the other hand, were climbing a peak that they could never reach. Every time he advanced, he would be able to see new sceneries, extend his lifespan, and not be trapped by life and death.
In front of the county government, a notice had been pasted, and a literate low-ranking official was specially assigned to read it aloud, announcing that all the fields and properties of the Qian Family would be auctioned in seven days.
Hundreds of people surrounded the front of the county government office, pointing fingers and discussing animatedly.
Li Qingshan stood in the crowd and looked up for a while. This county magistrate's reaction was quite fast.
Then, he made his way through the crowd and entered a small bookstore. He spent two taels of silver to buy a dozen or so books, including poetry, history, and miscellaneous topics. Afterwards, he found a music store and spent thirty-five taels of silver to buy two music scores and a jade flute.
When he returned home, he laid down on the rattan chair under the grape trellis and casually flipped open a book, reading it carefully. The sun had already risen high into the sky, turning from red to white. Through the dense grape leaves, the scattered sunlight landed on the yellowed pages of the book, as well as his face.
Only now did he seem like a teenager, rather than a fearless cultivator or a decisive Black Wolf guard. The edges on his face that seemed to be carved from stone seemed to have dulled slightly, while his gaze that had always been as sharp as a sword had returned to its sheath, becoming deep and clear.
The spirit turtle's daemon core revolved slowly in his body with unprecedented clarity and agility. Water vapour surged over naturally, soaking his clothes.
His mind was submerged in a great battle in the history books, so he failed to notice it. The Sacred Church
It was a state of mind, a form of cultivation.
He had to unstring the bow when it was not in use. He relaxed himself from his tense state and nurtured his body and mind, all for the sake of shooting an even more powerful arrow in the future, or perhaps very soon.
Not everyone had such leisure. There was a small town several dozen kilometers away from Ancient Wind city called Shangguan town, as most of the people there bore the surname of Shangguan.
Although there were a few surnames, it was not some clan of martial arts. The people there were only the most ordinary of people.
There was a clan in the town that went from an ordinary clan to one of the greatest clans in Shangguan town in a single leap because they had a daughter with the surname Qian. Their walls were painted white and their servants were plentiful. They sang happily every day, becoming the envy of the entire town.
On the official road from Ancient Wind City to Shangguan Town, a black-clothed knight was riding a white horse as he slowly moved forward.
Qian Rongzhi gazed at Shangguan town on the horizon from afar. Her heart that had been as still as water suddenly became a mess. She could not help but tighten her grip on the Water-splitting barb on her waist. The icy weapon brought her a sliver of warmth.
The sun shone brightly, but her eyes carried a sliver of gloom that she could not shake off. She said in a self-deprecating manner, "Qian Rongzhi, oh Qian Rongzhi. You've really overestimated yourself."
She had been taken away from that clan. After she achieved some accomplishments in cultivation, Qian Yannian allowed her to return to visit her family. Afterwards, she would return frequently and treat everyone in the clan extremely gently. She wanted Qian Yannian to believe that she was nostalgic and valued relationships. She wanted the Qian family to believe that these people were enough to control her.
But now, she had broken free from her restraints, so there was no longer any reason for these illusions to exist. Her heart gradually grew cold. It was time for her to end things.
No one deserved happiness from her misfortune. No one!
Shangguan Manor. The vermilion door was wide open. Blood flowed out from behind the screen wall.
Behind the screen wall, Qian Rongzhi held the Water-splitting barb in her hand. She frowned and pondered. Around her lay a dozen or so corpses. There were guards, servants, maids, and old maidservants …
She could call out each and every one of their names. But now, they were all dead.
She continued to walk into the manor. She saw more and more corpses. When she arrived at the inner courtyard, she saw the corpse of a noblewoman lying dead on the ground. She used to be a village woman. Now, she wore expensive beads on her head. She wore the precious silk that she had brought from the south. However, it was already badly mutilated by the blood.
She could barely remember this noblewoman's name. She had called her "mother" for too long.
Yet, she felt an indescribable sense of loss in her heart. She took a deep look at the corpse and stepped over it.
Then, she saw more familiar people, including her brothers and sisters.
Even though it was noon, the ancestral hall was still very dark. In the heavy darkness, there were many memorial tablets, enshrining the ancestors of the Shangguan family.
A grey-haired, green-faced old man held a plump, middle-aged man hostage. He stared at Qian Rongzhi coldly and hatefully as she walked in. He called out, "Shangguan Rongzhi, I knew you'd return!"
Qian Rongzhi said with mixed emotions, "Third uncle!"
The old man was Qian Yannian's nephew. He had practised martial arts for many years, finally breaking through to the innate realm and reaching the second layer of Qi Practitioner. He became one of the masters of the Qian family. That night, he had fled from the main hall of the Qian family. Diao Fei did not choose to chase after him, which was why he managed to escape with his life.
Qian Rongzhi said, "Did you do all of this?!"
Her third uncle said, "That's right. Shangguan Rongzhi, you traitor. How dare you mention the word 'money'? You've caused the deaths of everyone in the Qian family. You've destroyed the Qian family. You've destroyed everything I had. I will slaughter your entire family."
"Rongzhi, save me!" The plump, middle-aged man shuddered. Tears and snot flowed from his nose. Who knew whether he was afraid or sad.
It was the person she called father. Qian Rongzhi said furiously and frantically, "Father, I will definitely save you. Qian Haode, release my father!"
Qian Haode said, "Do you know fear now? You bitch! Throw down your weapons and kneel! " As soon as Qian Rongzhi hesitated, he crushed the man's shoulder. The man shrieked out and ordered, "Why don't you kneel?"
With a clang, Qian Rongzhi tossed down the Water-splitting barb and knelt down. She made her way forward as she knelt. She said sorrowfully, "Please release my father!"
Qian Haode smiled madly and complacently. He was reluctant to kill her in a single stroke. Not only did he want to destroy her entire family, but he even wanted to torture the person closest to him before her.
Qian Rongzhi took another step forward and reached backwards with her right hand. True qi swept up the Water-splitting barb and returned it to her hand. She leapt up and stabbed at Qian Haode as hard as she could.
Qian Haode pulled the plump man in front of him and used him as a meat shield, blocking him firmly. Then he grabbed the man's other shoulder. Once he forced back Qian Rongzhi, he would torture him viciously. He would definitely make this bitch regret everything she had done.
However, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest. Qian Rongzhi had no intentions of stopping. The Water-splitting barb stabbed deeply into the meat shield, and the tip entered Qian Haode's chest. True qi turned into blue light and passed through his body.
"You-" Qian Haode and the plump man both stared at Qian Rongzhi in disbelief. All they saw was that the sorrow on her face had already vanished completely. She had become cold and complacent.
Qian Rongzhi smiled. "Originally, it would have been rather difficult to kill you!"
Qian Haode said, "Shangguan Rongzhi, y- you vicious woman! You won't even spare your own family!"
Qian Rongzhi corrected herself. "I'm not Shangguan Rongzhi. I'm Qian Rongzhi! Basically all my family is dead. You're the only one left. From today onwards, I have no family at all. "Suddenly, she drew the Water-splitting barb.
Qian Haode and the plump man collapsed on the ground at the same time. Qian Rongzhi did not even glance at the plump man. She removed a hundred treasures pouch from Qian Haode and said sweetly, "Thank you, third uncle." She was just like the obedient girl from before.
Qian Haode raised his hand with difficulty and gathered true qi. The Water-splitting barb pierced through the man's head without any hesitation. "There's no need to be so polite with Zhi 'er."
"Rongzhi, sa- save me!" The plump man extended his hand with difficulty and grabbed the hem of Qian Rongzhi's clothes.
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