In the living room, Ling Xian closed his eyes and waited for Qing Wan.
The man had died and the Xiong Sha Tribe was like a plate of loose sand. They were no opponent of Qing Wan's.
Therefore, Ling Xian was not at all worried.
An hour later, Qing Wan returned with a mountainous pile of spiritual items.
The reason why they were called spiritual objects and not treasures was because to Ling Xian, they were far too normal and worthless.
"Master, I have cleaned out all the treasures in the Xiong Sha Tribe." Qing Wan's face was red and she found it hard to hide her excitement.
To her, every spiritual object here was a treasure. Naturally, she was excited.
"Not bad. What do you plan on doing with the people of the Xiong Sha Tribe?"
Ling Xian grinned, "If you want to recruit them, I can teach you a technique that will allow you to control their life and death."
"There's no need. I cannot stay in the Wu Qing Tribe my entire life. They won't be loyal either. Once I leave, they will be trouble."
Qing Wan shook her head. After getting to know Ling Xian, her horizons have widened. How could she be willing to stay in the forest?
"You are right."
Ling Xian smiled and glanced at the mountain of spiritual objects, "With these resources, the Wu Qing Tribe will be able to produce a few cultivators of the fourth level."
"Master, are you not going to pick some? It's okay if you take them all. "Qing Wan smiled.
"No, I will leave them for the Wu Qing Tribe."
Ling Xian brandished his hand. To him, these spiritual objects were worthless. What was the use of them?
"Then let us go. The Tribesmen must be waiting for us." Qing Wan's eyes flashed with anticipation.
"You can go back. It's time for me to leave," Ling Xian said softly.
"Leave …" Qing Wan was startled and her eyes dimmed.
Though she predicted that Ling Xian wouldn't stay for long, when this day came, she still felt sad.
"If I stay any longer, my bones will rust." Ling Xian grinned. He wasn't here to rest and sightsee, he had business to attend to.
"Can you … take me?" Qing Wan asked in a low voice, her voice was hopeful.
"No. It's too dangerous to follow me."
Ling Xian shook his head. Though his tone was soft, it was unquestionable.
This made Qing Wan's eyes dim. She whispered, "Then … then take care."
"Don't worry."
Ling Xian rubbed Qing Wan's little head and grinned, "I'm leaving. Remember to train hard. The next time we meet, if your training doesn't improve, you will be kicked out of the House."
As he spoke, he stood up and left in a carefree manner.
"You want to expel me from the sect? Dream on. I'll stick to you."
Qing Wan made a funny face. Sadly, Ling Xian didn't see it.
After leaving the Xiong Sha Tribe, he headed east, walking aimlessly.
To Ling Xian, the foreign land was a completely unfamiliar place. He didn't have any clear clues as to what his goals were.
Therefore, he walked around aimlessly, like a traveler whose goal was to sightsee, walking wherever he went.
Slowly, Ling Xian began to understand the culture and culture of the foreign land. He realized that it was not much different from the world he came from.
Humans were the same as humans. Demons were the same as demons.
Of course, there were also races that Ling Xian had never seen before, mysterious and powerful.
This raised a question in his mind. If they were two different universes, why were there so many similarities?
If Ling Xian wasn't certain that he was in the foreign land, he would've suspected that he was still in the universe.
"Most of the different races are the same. They should be living in peace. Why do they have to fight to the death?"
Ling Xian softly sighed. If the races were different, then it was reasonable for them to invade. But since they came from the same origin, why do they have to fight?
"I give up thinking about it. One day, the fog will completely disperse."
Ling Xian sighed and no longer worried about this. He continued to walk aimlessly.
However, when he arrived at a mountain range covered in white fog, he stopped.
This was because the mountain range was like a sleeping beast that was emitting terrifying energy. Even for someone as powerful as him, he shuddered.
This feeling was something Ling Xian hasn't felt in a long time. Therefore, his expression turned serious.
Then, the space between his brows began to emit light as he tried to use his Qi to investigate.
The result was that he was hit by a heavy blow.
As if he was hit by a heavenly hammer, Ling Xian puked out blood and stumbled back.
This wave of energy was far too powerful. It was like the ancestors were attacking with the ability to push back all nine levels of heaven. However, after heavily injuring Ling Xian, this wave of energy returned to silence, as if it was never there.
"What a powerful force. Just what is inside …"
Ling Xian squinted his eyes, his heart was still flustered.
He was certain that if he entered the mountain range, his soul would be destroyed.
"You don't know how high the sky is. Do you think the Saint Mountain is a place you can enter?"
A sarcastic voice arose. Then, a holy chariot appeared and swallowed everything.
Its rhythm was swirling, and heavenly light filled the sky. Just like the ancestor's carriage, it was extraordinary.
An evil-looking man was lazily leaning on the chariot. Four beautiful maidservants were serving him. With the holy chariot, it gave off the vibe of an important person.
"The Saint Mountain …"
Ling Xian ignored this person's sarcasm and didn't care about this person's authority. His attention was completely captured by the name of the Saint Mountain.
"If the word 'saint' refers to the ancestors, then this mountain … is far too terrifying."
Ling Xian squinted his eyes. The Saint Mountain, the Saint Mountain, doesn't that mean even the ancestors will fall?
"Even though you are a little dumb, to be able to defend against the attack of the Saint Mountain, you are not bad."
The evil-looking man grinned, "Are you interested in being my general?"
"Not interested," Ling Xian said softly.
"How dare you!"
A maidservant scolded, "My master personally invited you and you dare to reject?"
"That's right. To be chosen by my master is your fortune," another maidservant said.
"These two sentences are fitting of your identity as a servant. Only servants would feel honored to have someone as their master." Ling Xian glared at the two of them.
"You are seeking death!"
The two women glared at each other coldly. Their Qi revealed that they were both beginning stages of the seventh level.
Remember that they were male maidservants. If even servants had such cultivation, it was not hard to imagine how manly this man was.
"Interesting."
The evil-looking man grinned, "I admire people with pride. But I like to break their pride even more."
"You don't have that ability."
Ling Xian's expression was calm. He knew that this man was of the eighth level and not an ordinary one. But he wasn't a pushover either.
The man could defeat him, but he couldn't kill him and he couldn't capture him.
"Now that you mention it, I really want to try." The evil-looking man teased.
"As you wish."
Ling Xian's expression remained calm. His casual demeanor made the evil-looking man's eyes turn cold.
Clap, clap, clap.
A round of clapping suddenly arose. It sounded like compliments and taunts.
Then, another holy chariot appeared. An azure dragon circled and a real phoenix danced. Though they were all silhouettes, they were still emitting shocking energy.
A handsome man sat on the chariot. Though he wasn't wearing a crown or a dragon robe, he looked like the emperor of heaven.
He glanced at the evil-looking man and smiled, "Xie Xuan, long time no see."
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