After leaving Ming Zhu Palace, the three didn't immediately leave the market. Instead, they went to Hao Ran Pavilion.
Wang Changsheng followed Lin Qingshu the entire way, personally seeing Lin Qingshu move into a guest room.
Immortal Wang frowned. After a thought came to his mind, he quickly walked out of Vast Heaven Pavilion and returned to Pearl Palace.
He found the old man in a green robe. After showing him the document and jade pendant, he smoothly received a hundred and eighty thousand spirit stones.
Not long after Wang Changsheng walked out of Ming Zhu Palace, he frowned and stopped.
Seeing Wang Changsheng stop, the bald man and the others also stopped and looked at the surrounding shops.
Wang Changsheng turned his head and looked behind him. After rolling his eyes, he suddenly quickened his pace.
Seeing this, the bald man and the others also quickened their pace.
Not long after, Wang Changsheng walked into a teahouse and asked for a room on the second floor.
The bald man and the others also followed in. They sat down at the table outside the room and casually drank tea. From time to time, their gazes would look towards the room where Wang Changsheng was.
Not long after, a green robed servant came to the room with a tray and said respectfully, "Senior, please open the door. The spirit tea you asked for is here."
"You can open the door and come in. Just put down the tea and remember to close the door." Wang Changsheng's voice came from inside the room.
The green robed servant nodded and opened the door.
Wang Changsheng sat at the table and didn't move.
The bald man saw Wang Changsheng from where he was sitting. He looked at Wang Changsheng with eyes full of greed.
After putting down the teapot and teacup, the green robed servant left and closed the door.
What no one noticed was that a transparent shadow followed the green robed servant downstairs.
Fifteen minutes later, Wang Changsheng appeared in a side room of a teahouse near Hao Ran Pavilion. He had already put on the Thousand Illusion Mask and turned into a tall, dark-faced man. The aura of a Yuanying cultivator was unmistakable.
If he wasn't worried that Lin Qingshu would run away, he wouldn't have used a Shadowform Talisman.
In a secret stone room, a middle-aged man with a dignified face was listening to the report of two of his subordinates.
"Exalted Liu, these are the materials we purchased from other large markets. Please take a look." A white-robed Confucian scholar handed over an exquisite storage pouch with an extremely respectful expression.
The middle-aged man opened the storage bag and scanned it with his divine sense. He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Not bad. You were able to purchase so many materials in such a short period of time. This is really beyond my expectations. No wonder Prince Sheng sent you out."
The white-robed Confucian scholar shook his head and said gratefully, "Official Liu is too kind. This is what we should do. If it weren't for Prince Sheng's support, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to reach Foundation Establishment, let alone Core Formation."
"Hehe, Brother Qiu Sheng, I don't agree with what you're saying. With your Dual Spirit Roots, you would be nurtured by any sect. Reaching Foundation Establishment wouldn't be a problem. Of course, it's also thanks to Prince Sheng that you were able to reach Core Formation. After all, you stepped onto the path of Immortality too late. You only started cultivating when you were almost twenty years old. However, your luck is pretty good to be able to meet a Foundation Establishment cultivator. If it weren't for him giving you a cultivation method that led you onto the path of Immortality, you would've already become a pile of bones."
"That's right! If it weren't for that senior leading me onto the path of Immortality, I would've already passed away. It's a pity that senior didn't leave behind his name or origin. Chen Chen never had a chance to repay him. "The white-robed Confucian scholar nodded his head and said with regret.
"A hundred years have passed. If that person hadn't reached Core Formation, he would've already passed away. Even if he hadn't passed away, there are so many people. Where are you going to find him?" The green-robed man said without concern. He then thought of something and hesitated for a moment before asking the middle-aged man, "That's right, Official Liu. The cultivator who spent over five hundred thousand Spirit Stones is currently staying in a tea house. There are already several people eyeing him. Do you think we should take him?"
The middle-aged man heard this and sneered, "I advise you not to have any ideas about this person. He's young, but he's already at Late Core Formation stage. He spent over five hundred thousand Spirit Stones in one go. He's either a descendant of some old monster or a Yuanying cultivator who concealed his aura. Our current mission is to buy as many materials as possible. If those people want to die, then let them!"
"Yes, Official Liu." When the green-robed man heard this, he came to a sudden realization and readily agreed.
Wang Changsheng waited for three days.
During these three days, many people entered Hao Ran Pavilion, but Lin Qingshu wasn't there.
"Could it be that this person changed his appearance and left?" This thought flashed through Wang Changsheng's mind, but he quickly rejected it.
Lin Qingshu couldn't have known that someone was plotting against him. Furthermore, this was Hao Ran Academy's market. If Lin Qingshu was worried about his safety, he could've invited a few of his fellow disciples to join him.
"Could it be that he's trying to break through to the Yuanying stage here?" Wang Changsheng muttered to himself, his eyes filled with confusion.
Lin Qingshu had won a Spirit Tempering Pill and might really be trying to break through to the Yuanying stage here.
Just as Wang Changsheng was pondering, Lin Qingshu walked out of Hao Ran Pavilion, followed by several companions.
Including Lin Qingshu, there were three men and two women. The one with the highest cultivation was a blue-robed old man with a scholarly appearance. He was at the mid Yuanying stage, while the other four were at the Core Formation stage.
Lin Qingshu's group of five slowly walked towards the exit of the market. It seemed that they were going to leave.
Wang Changsheng's expression wavered for a moment before he quickly walked out of the teahouse and silently followed them.
Even if he was escorted by a mid Yuanying stage cultivator, he was determined to kill Lin Qingshu and refine him into a Heavenly Corpse.
Otherwise, if he were to return to Hao Ran Academy, who knew when he would appear again.
Not long after, Lin Qingshu's group walked out of the market.
Wang Changsheng concealed his spiritual Qi fluctuations and followed them out, appearing to be only at the Foundation Establishment stage.
At that moment, on the second floor of a certain teahouse, a large bald man had been waiting outside for three days and was gradually losing patience.
He rudely opened the door and found Wang Changsheng sitting motionlessly at the tea table.
The large bald man's expression sank and he shook his sleeve. A red light flashed and quickly pierced through Wang Changsheng's body.
In the next moment, Wang Changsheng's body turned into specks of azure light and dissipated.
Seeing this, the large bald man flew into a rage. He had actually escaped right under his nose without him noticing. What he didn't know was that if it weren't for the fact that Wang Changsheng had important matters to attend to, he would've already gone to meet the King of Hell.
Lin Qingshu's group of five sat on a white scroll and quickly flew through the air.
"Martial Nephew Lin, when you return to the sect, you can cultivate in seclusion! Do your best to break through to the Yuanying stage and strive to reach the Nascent Soul stage within a hundred years. If you need anything, just let Martial Nephew Sect Master know. "The blue-robed old man spoke with a pleasant expression.
"Disciple understands." Lin Qingshu readily agreed.
The blue-robed old man nodded and wanted to say something else, but he frowned and the white scroll suddenly stopped.
A streak of black light flew over from the distant horizon. It was much faster than the white scroll.
After several flashes, the black light stopped about three hundred meters in front of the white scroll. A tall, dark-faced man floated in the air, blocking their path. It was Wang Changsheng.
The blue-robed old man raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, do you need something?"
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