The sky was dark and gloomy. Thick leaden clouds hung low and low, as if they were going to cover the sea of trees. It was as dark as night. [This article is from]
A ray of light streaked across the sky, and a short man flew on his sword. Although he was not tall, he was born with a square face and a wide mouth, revealing a valiant aura. The long sword under his feet was a magical treasure.
The light landed on the ground, and the man sheathed his sword. He looked up and saw that Savage Mountain towered into the clouds. However, when he tried to look deeper, all he saw was churning mist, sealing off the entire mountain. Even his divine sense could not penetrate it.
"This is the Eight Directional Misty Sea Formation! Sure enough, Old Freak Zuo was killed by him, and even the Guarding Formation was destroyed. In less than a month, those renowned figures of the south have either been killed or forced to swear a blood oath and become servants. The Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga really does live up to its reputation. Just how powerful is this Li Qingshan? "
The man muttered to himself. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly turned around and looked back. He gripped the hilt of his sword with a wary expression.
A green cloud pierced through the clouds and flew towards Savage Mountain.
The color of the green cloud was not emerald green or dark green, but rather a wretched green. It surged as if it had a life of its own, and its speed was not much slower than the man's. In the blink of an eye, it had also landed in front of the valley.
The ghastly green colored cloud and mist seemed even more strange. It surged as if it wanted to pounce towards the man and emitted a strange droning sound, as if it was a monster that wanted to swallow a person whole. If one looked carefully, it wasn't a cloud and mist at all. It was clearly a myriad of tiny green colored insects that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"Myriad Poison Cult!" The man frowned.
"Cough, cough. Fellow Peng, what are you doing in my Southern Border instead of drifting about on the sea?"
A feminine voice came from the cloud of insects, and a tall and thin figure walked out of the cloud of insects. It was a young gentleman dressed in luxurious clothes with a sickly face. The cloud of insects rolled and gathered, returning to the rattan pot at his waist.
"So it's the Sickly Young Master. This Li Qingshan really has a great reputation!" Peng Jingni said with a smile. A fighting spirit rose in his heart as he unsheathed the Shocking Centipede Sword halfway.
"You and I both have a mission today, so let's forget about it! Since you were here first, you can go first! If you really don't accept it. Then we'll do it again after we're done. "
The sickly young master elegantly raised his hand and gestured for Peng Jingni to go first. Peng Jingni wasn't a fool. He knew that if he met Li Qingshan first, he would definitely mess things up later on.
Although the Myriad Poison Cult and the South Sea Sword Pavilion dominated the southern region and the South Sea Sword Pavilion, they had been neighbors for many years and had many conflicts.
The Myriad Poison Cult was a standard demonic sect, while the South Sea Sword Pavilion prided itself on being righteous. As a sword cultivator sect. There was no lack of chivalry. And the most fundamental reason was the competition for benefits. Once a magic treasure was born and a spiritual grass grew, there would inevitably be an open and veiled struggle.
Generation after generation. It was unknown how many fellow disciples had died at the hands of the other party. When they met, they had to be amiable. That would be strange. As the most outstanding disciples of the sect, they would usually fight when they met.
"If you're not in a hurry, then I'll go first." The sickly young master smiled and stepped forward. A wave of Sword Qi swept past him, plowing a deep ravine in front of him.
"Don't even think about it!" Peng Jingni drew his sword. This person has a glib tongue. If I let him in first, he'll definitely ruin my plans.
"I can't go left or right. What are you trying to do? The South Sea Sword Pavilion sure is impressive. Don't forget that this is the southern region of the Mist province!" The sickly young master's pale face sank.
"Let's fight first and decide who's victorious! Watch as I chase away a sickly bastard like you first. "Peng Jingni smiled.
"Fair enough. It won't take me much time to poison a shorty like you anyway."
"Why don't the two of you come in together?"
When they were ready to fight, a voice rang out from the valley. The mist dispersed, revealing a path.
Both of them thought of something. The sickly young master took a step back and made an inviting gesture. Peng Jingni snorted coldly and sheathed his sword. The two of them rushed into the valley one after another, and the mist closed up again.
Peng Jingni passed through the Mist Sea Formation of the Eight Directions first, guarding against the sickly young master behind him as he sped along.
Seeing how there was no opportunity for a sneak attack, the Sickly Young Master gave up. Arriving in the valley, the Lair of Demons that had once stood out in the south had become very cold and cheerless. The structures of the old city had all been razed to the ground, replaced by vegetation.
So it's just a facade, a defensive formation. What a waste of resources!
The Sickly Young Master felt disdain. If he were in control of the Blood Oath Scroll, he would definitely establish a strict organisation on Savage mountain. However, Li Qingshan clearly had no plans to do that.
Right when he was about to fly towards the main peak, he saw Peng Jingni suddenly turn around. Below the spring in the western mountains, someone waved their hand. "Over here!"
… …
A waterfall that resembled a white dragon seemed to fly down from the clouds and land in the deep pool. The grass beside the pool was luxuriant, blooming with exotic flowers and plants.
Li Qingshan sat on a rock beside the pool and said to Little Ann beside him, "Doesn't this look like where we first cultivated?"
Little Ann nodded. She wore a string of white prayer beads on her wrist. There were a total of twenty-seven of them. She had spent a long time refining the Skull Prayer Beads again. Although she had only increased the number by one or two, the effort and resources she had expended was immense. The Skull Prayer Beads had also reached the third stage.
Every Skeleton Demon had become stronger, and the power of the Skeleton Demon Formation had greatly increased as well. It could be said that even without Little Ann personally taking action, with just this string of prayer beads, even if the ten people who swore a blood oath worked together, they would not be a match for it.
This was why Li Qingshan did not have any plans to establish a strict organisation. His strength came from himself and Little Ann beside him, not from a bunch of messy demonic cultivators.
Everyone focused their attention on the powerful forces he had gathered, but they did not know that this was just the tip of the iceberg of his true strength. Anyone who thought they could step on him would end up crashing into an iceberg.
However, Li Qingshan could vaguely sense that this secret was close to being exposed, as far too many people knew about it. Although he had various safety measures in place, he was no longer an insignificant figure that no one paid any attention to. He would always leave behind traces in everything he did.
From a certain perspective, this was all thanks to the Dragon King Of The Sea killing the "North Moon". No one believed the Dragon King Of The Sea would fail. Even those who doubted it in the beginning would no longer connect Li Qingshan to the North Moon now.
It would be best if he could maintain this secret until the day he went dragon-slaying in the Ink sea. By then, even if everyone in the world knew that Li Qingshan was the North Moon, it would be nothing.
However, this would probably be very difficult. Li Qingshan understood. Having reached the fourth layer of the spirit turtle, his premonition was definitely not groundless.
"Hmm? Someone's here. It's the people of the Myriad Poison cult and the South Sea Sword pavilion. Sure enough, I've alarmed them? "Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Little Ann said, "That disciple of the Myriad Poison cult is known as the Sickly Young Master in the south. He's a member of the imperial clan of the Kingdom of Yue, one of the successors to the throne. He probably doesn't just represent the Myriad Poison cult."
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