Chapter 1511 - 439: Yanzi, Who Did You Have This Child With? (6k)_2

On the snow slope below, a thin figure draped in a tattered kasaya was stumbling along.

Eighteen Relic Buddhist Beads around the person’s neck emitted a faint golden glow, the withered skin clinging to bones, and vacant eyes showed no light.

Lips and teeth parted, syllables shattered, yet obstinately murmured: "Buddha Beads... cannot leave the temple... cannot..."

Zhou Qing’s pupils slightly contracted: "Master Kudi?"

During the last simulation, he had witnessed four Spirit Slash Realm Perfection Venerables from Jiyuan Temple join forces to suppress this corpse, yet it still managed to escape.

Later, when simulating deeper, he only saw Jue Ming and others attacked by a forbidden creature, but Master Kudi was already nowhere to be seen.

Now it seems, Jiyuan Temple ultimately failed to recapture him.

Whether Ku E succumbed to madness or Master Kudi fell to evil — these things have nothing to do with Zhou Qing.

But the Demon-Suppressing Golden Bone was ultimately obtained from this corpse using the Corpse-Touching Sticker, helping him through countless crises.

Zhou Qing remained silent for a moment, finally bowing deeply towards that shadow until it completely disappeared into the shadows of the snow mountain.

Then, he moved swiftly to leave.

...

Unexpectedly, just as he was about half a day away from escaping the Desolate Forbidden, a sharp sound pierced through the sky!

"Hiss——"

A long spear wrapped in purple lightning surged through the clouds, the tip glinting with an eerie blue light, targeting Zhou Qing’s vital spot on his back!

Zhou Qing’s heart was alarmed, his body abruptly twisting in mid-air, the spear narrowly grazing his mask, a small mountain tens of zhang away exploded and turned to powder.

"Eh? Quite a good reaction." A lazy voice drifted down from above.

Above the clouds, a young man in a black brocade robe hovered in the air.

Handsome features carried a chilling aura, narrow eyes flickered coldly, while thin lips curved into a playful smile.

Purple lightning swirled around him, displaying the arrogance of a Noble Family with every gesture.

"Fellow Daoist—" Yan Xiang glanced down at the masked Zhou Qing, lightning dancing at his fingertips, a dangerous aura filled the air.

"Leaving the Desolate Forbidden in such haste, perhaps you’ve found some treasure that shouldn’t be seen? How about allowing this Young Master to take a look?"

Before the words settled, the air around faintly trembled, the oppressive presence of a Late-stage Spirit Severing Realm crashed down without reservation.

Zhou Qing’s eyes beneath the mask narrowed slightly.

Aside from Second Uncle, it was the first time he encountered a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator who also practiced Thunder Skills.

But the other’s brazen sneak attack already sparked his intent to kill.

Yan Xiang beckoned with one hand, the purple long spear returned to his hand instantly, arcs of lightning crackled and popped.

"Mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm... It does have its interesting points." He chuckled softly.

"However, this place is the Desolate Forbidden. If we battle, dividing victory might not be easy for a while, instead possibly attracting others to reap the benefits, even... disturb certain forbidden creatures."

Yan Xiang’s gaze was mocking as he continued: "But this Young Master is curious — after all, people like you often have a knack for obtaining some extraordinary items."

"So?" Zhou Qing’s voice turned cold, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"Simple." Yan Xiang’s lips curled slightly, palm spreading, "Divide half the contents of your Storage Bag with me, so both you and I can save some effort."

Before the words settled, Zhou Qing’s Spiritual Power exploded around him!

He had encountered countless robbers, yet it was the first time he met someone who could justify extortion so grandiosely.

The treasures others risk their lives to bring from forbidden zones, this person intended to enjoy them without effort?

Seeing Zhou Qing’s reaction, Yan Xiang’s eyes flashed cold, already understanding his choice.

His lips twisted into a mocking cold smile, his right hand casually flipped, palm facing up, and a blood-stained ghost-head rune appeared out of thin air.

The rune was crimson as blood, its surface covered with dense strange patterns, blood mist seeped from its body in wisps.

"Ah, well," Yan Xiang toyed with the blood-red rune, expression playful, "It seems blood must be shed today? That’s fine, after all, this rune can unleash attacks of Spirit Slash Realm Perfection, let’s test its sharpness on you."

"Are you Yan Wan, or Yan Xiang?" Zhou Qing suddenly spoke.

Yan Xiang’s pupils narrowed, the blood light in his hand rune paused: "Oh? You can recognize this Young Master?"

Zhou Qing’s gaze beneath the mask was as sharp as a knife: "The Yan Family’s Fifth Ancestor’s secret Blood Soul Spirit-Slaying Talisman, Sen, Luo, Wan, Xiang, the four great prodigies each possess one."

"Hahaha!" Yan Xiang laughed uproariously, thunder serpents dancing wildly around him, "Knowing this Young Master’s name, why not kneel and offer your treasure?!"

After confirming this person’s identity, a bold idea flashed in Zhou Qing’s mind.

He abruptly chuckled: "Ah, so it’s Young Master Xiang in person, I’ve long heard of your name. However..."

He deliberately paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over the blood talisman in Yan Xiang’s hand, "If my guess isn’t wrong, you don’t actually intend to use this Blood Soul Spirit-Slaying Talisman."

"After all, this item is extraordinarily precious, your means of protection, further limited by usage. To use it on someone like me at Mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm, isn’t that akin to using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

Zhou Qing sneered coldly, continuing: "You’re merely trying to snatch with empty hands, such tactics must have caught many off guard, eh?"

Yan Xiang was stunned at first by the words, then burst into wanton laughter, the laughter carried nuances of playfulness and menace.

"Interesting!" Yan Xiang’s eyes shone brightly, staring intently at Zhou Qing, "You’ve seen through this Young Master thoroughly. Since you’re perceptive, you should know what choice to make."

His aura rapidly surged, "Even without using the blood talisman, given the Yan Family’s foundation, dealing with you is more than enough. If sensible, just obediently..."

"Sensible?" Zhou Qing interrupted loudly, his voice carrying bone-chilling cold, "Unfortunately, sensible is the one thing I know nothing about."

His Spiritual Power began to boil around him, "If not for my injuries within the forbidden zone, you, I would surely kill. No, to be exact, none from your Yan Family would escape my wrath!"