"You're on good terms with the owner of the silk shop? But he seems to have offended someone he shouldn't have. "
Xing Qiu stood beside Ning Qi and said with a faint smile.
The old man was a Body Integration cultivator. Compared to him, he was like an ant. However, compared to the two Qi Condensation cultivators inside, he was indeed someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Ning Qi looked at the old man indifferently and glanced at Xing Qiu without saying a word.
Inside the silk shop, Yan Zhengfeng's expression was extremely ugly. He said to Chen Huan, "They've caught up. I'm going out for a bit. Don't follow me."
With that, Yan Zhengfeng went straight out the door. When he walked out of the silk shop, a smile appeared on the old man's face.
"Come with me."
The old man smiled.
"Alright." Yan Zhengfeng nodded. A trace of despair flashed in the depths of his eyes. He knew that he was going to die. At that moment, he happened to see two pairs of eyes looking at him. One of them was rather familiar. Yan Zhengfeng took a glance and recognized Ning Qi. Back then, Ning Qi had looked much younger than him.
Now, he was an old man nearing his seventies. Yan Zhengfeng smiled at Ning Qi without saying a word.
"You know him? Why don't you give me a sword? I can help you. "
Xing Qiu glanced at Ning Qi and chuckled.
His voice was only audible to Ning Qi.
Ning Qi calmly shook his head.
Just as Yan Zhengfeng was about to leave with the old man, the door to the silk shop suddenly opened. Chen Huan strode out with a majestic gait, a sword in his hand. Xiao Qing held Chen Xi in her arms and looked on worriedly from behind.
Seeing this, Ning Qi could not help but frown.
"Is that guy Chen Huan's relative?"
"Chen Huan has really become a swordsman these years. When we were all very young, I already felt that Chen Huan had martial arts."
Many Bluestone Town residents who had grown up with Chen Huan came to a sudden realization.
"What grudge do you have with my uncle? Must you fight to the death?"
Chen Huan asked in a deep voice.
The old man stopped in his tracks. Yan Zhengfeng turned around abruptly and berated Chen Huan, "What does this have to do with you? Go back! "
"Since you're out, don't leave. Follow me back to see Master."
The old man chuckled and looked at Chen Huan. "I wanted to spare your life, but you came out to die. Don't blame me."
"It's hard to say who will live and who will die."
Chen Huan said solemnly.
"Is that so …" The old man seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and the surrounding immortals couldn't help but chuckle. Chen Huan was only at the Qi Condensation stage, so she had no chance of winning against a Body Integration cultivator. It was just like how this Body Integration cultivator faced off against them.
It was enormous.
In the next moment, the old man suddenly released his aura and swept towards Chen Huan like a mountain. In that instant, Chen Huan knew that the old man was indeed an existence that he could not afford to provoke. However, he did not retreat because his wife and child were behind him.
"Take the child away."
Chen Huan growled and charged forward with her sword.
When the old man's aura landed on Chen Huan, Chen Huan felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a giant hammer. He stumbled back seven or eight steps and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked extremely dispirited. If not for the fact that he was holding his sword against the limestone floor, Chen Huan would not have been able to stand.
"Daddy!"
Chen Xi cried out in alarm.
Xiao Qing hurried forward to support Chen Huan, the worry on her face deepening.
"Hurry up and leave."
Chen Huan said in a low voice.
"If we leave, we leave together."
Xiao Qing shook her head, her eyes filled with determination.
"Senior, this is my fault alone. Don't drag others into it. Let's go."
Yan Zhengfeng looked at the old man with a pleading look in his eyes.
The old man laughed sinisterly. "Now that you're anxious, why did you run back then?"
When Yan Zhengfeng heard that, he knew that the old man would not let Chen Huan go. The despair in his eyes intensified.
Just then, Ning Qi coughed and walked out of the sword shop to Chen Huan's side. He smiled at the old man and cupped his hands. "Old sir, Xiao Huan has nothing to do with this. Please let him go."
Xing Qiu was taken aback and looked at Ning Qi with a strange expression. This old man clearly knew that the other party was not an ordinary person. Why did he stick his nose into this matter? Was he tired of living?
"Uncle Qi, this has nothing to do with you. Hurry up and return to the shop!"
Chen Huan's eyes revealed a trace of anxiety. Ning Qi had watched him grow up. In his heart, Ning Qi's position might not be any lower than Chen Asan's. Naturally, he did not want to see Ning Qi die a horrible death because of him!
"Fine."
The old man sighed softly.
Yan Zhengfeng, Chen Huan, and the rest perked up, thinking that the old man had been discovered out of kindness. However, the old man smiled and said, "Master only wants him. You don't have to bring him back. I'll send you on your way. When the time comes, we'll have a chance to meet again on the road to the netherworld."
With that, a flying sword soared into the sky and sped toward Ning Qi and Chen Huan.
Ning Qi looked at the flying sword indifferently. His expression did not change at all.
Xing Qiu had no intention of helping. After all, Ning Qi was just an ordinary person. Moreover, he was courting death. Why should he help?
The old man's flying sword was suddenly struck down by two bolts of lightning halfway through its journey. Everyone could see that the flying sword had already been split into two and had sunk deep into the ground. It had lost its Immortal Qi and was reduced to an ordinary sword.
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was filled with shock. The surrounding people were also shocked by this turn of events.
Two figures appeared beside Ning Qi. They did not even look at Xing Qiu. Instead, they looked at Ning Qi with a sorrowful expression.
"Master."
The grown-up Bei Xiao and Bei Meng cupped their hands together.
Twenty years ago, when the two of them went missing, they were only in their teens. Now, they looked only five or six years older than they were back then. Bei Xiao looked to be in her early twenties, while Bei Meng looked to be seventeen or eighteen.
However, at this moment, the two of them were completely different from before. This was because they exuded the aura of a Mortal Immortal.
Master?
The old man looked at Ning Qi with a trace of fear in his eyes.
Bei Xiao and Bei Meng were obviously cultivators, and they were stronger than him. Could it be that he was hiding his strength when they called this old man Master?
Not only the old man, but even Xing Qiu and the other Immortals who were watching the show were shocked. They looked at Bei Xiao and Bei Meng, then at Ning Qi, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes.
A Mortal Immortal calling a mortal Master?
Had the world changed?
"You're back?"
Ning Qi smiled.
"Yes, we're back. We won't be leaving again. The two of us are here to send you off."
Bei Xiao nodded.
"Master, this old man tried to kill you just now. I'll take his head."
Bei Meng was just like how she had asked Ning Qi for candy. However, this time, she wanted the head of a Body Integration cultivator.
The old man reacted and quickly said, "I'm from the White Bone Sect …"
Pfft.
Before he could finish, his head had already rolled to the ground.
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