txolops Chapter 131 The Sixth Supreme Saint Has Taken His Eyes on You
Chapter 131 The Sixth Supreme Saint Has Taken His Eyes on You
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Sensing the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from Qing Sanyang, the bearded man's expression changed.
Why does this feel like the aura of someone in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm?
"Mid-term peak!"
Barbarian Beard had never fought against the Six Paths Supreme Saint or Wan Sangu, both of whom were in the late Nascent Soul stage, nor had he ever encountered the Twin Saints of Heavenly Stars.
However, he had met Jin Kui a few times and knew what the peak of the Yuanzhong realm was like.
Right now, Qing Sanyang is putting more pressure on him than Jin Kui.
Seeing the bearded man's serious expression, Qing Sanyang suppressed his aura even further, deliberately lowering his cultivation level.
"You barbarian, if you don't want me to destroy your island, come fight me somewhere else."
Qing Sanyang transformed into a bolt of lightning and fled into the distance.
"Wu Yong, Lei Ming, you two go and deal with the younger generation over there."
The bearded man took out several magical treasures from his storage bag and tossed them to his two disciples.
But then he realized that his female apprentice was nowhere to be found.
"Where is Cai Rong'er?"
"I asked the bearded man."
"Uh, I don't know where my junior sister went. She hasn't been on the island for half a month. She probably went out to train."
The gray-robed old man, Wu Yong, quickly said.
Upon hearing his eldest disciple's answer, Manhuzi frowned, but then transformed into golden light and flew away with Qing Sanyang into the distance.
If mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were to start fighting, his small island would probably be destroyed.
After the Nascent Soul cultivator left, the two disciples of the bearded man, Lei Ming, a young man in blue robes, and Wu Yong, an old man in gray robes, surrounded Qing Feng from the front and back, holding the magic weapons given to them by the bearded man.
"This fellow Daoist must be Young Master Qingfeng of the Qingyang Sect."
We are merely following orders; we hope Young Master Qingfeng will grant us this favor.
The gray-robed old man, Wu Yong, smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.
They were all working-class people, relying on the bearded man to make a living in the chaotic sea of stars, and they really didn't want to offend the young man in front of them.
"Heh, you think you can give me face? You two ants don't even deserve it!"
Qingfeng glanced at the two of them, his eyes full of disdain.
It perfectly showcases the arrogant young master's personality.
In his memory, both of Barbarian's disciples were mediocre.
After the bearded man was seriously injured and went missing, one of them joined the Bloodlight Sect, and the other joined the Wooden Sword Pavilion on Grass Capital Island.
There was also a female disciple who seemed to have followed the Golden Flower Ancestor.
But the female disciple doesn't seem to be here?
Upon hearing Qingfeng's words, the gray-robed elder and the blue-robed youth looked rather grim.
Aren't you just a second-generation immortal? What are you pretending for?
"Fellow Daoist, you can't say that. I am also at the late stage of Core Formation, and my junior brother is a rare and powerful figure among early Core Formation cultivators."
Now that we two are wielding the magical treasures bestowed upon us by our master, if we were to truly engage in combat, I fear we might injure our fellow Daoist, and then I would have a hard time explaining it to Master Sanyang.
The old man in the gray robe spoke patiently.
"Young Master Qingfeng, it would be better if you stayed put."
The young man in blue robes felt a pang of jealousy upon seeing that Qingfeng was already at the late stage of Core Formation at such a young age.
Although he was the disciple of the bearded man, he was essentially a beast of burden, far inferior in status and position to the young master of the Qingyang Sect before him.
"Ugh, so noisy!"
Qingfeng turned his head, and a vast, ocean-like power of divine sense instantly suppressed the blue-robed youth's divine sense.
"Buzz—"
Lei Ming's pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could even scream, everything went black, and his body went limp and fell downwards.
With a "thud," it crashed into the ground.
In a mere instant, his sea of consciousness was shattered by Qingfeng's Nascent Soul stage divine consciousness giant.
The gray-robed old man, Wu Yong, froze on the surface.
He glanced at Qingfeng, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Although that divine sense pressure was only fleeting, he clearly sensed it; it was a divine sense intensity that was infinitely close to that of the Nascent Soul stage!
"Young Master Qingfeng... I hope you will forgive my offense."
Wu Yong bowed and clasped his hands, his attitude extremely respectful.
He adopted an extremely humble posture, showing no intention of making a move.
Are you kidding me?
Why risk your life if the bearded man only gives you so few resources a year?
"You're quite sensible."
Qingfeng looked him up and down.
His strength at the late stage of Core Formation was barely enough.
This smooth-talking skill is quite rare.
Qingyangmen is currently expanding, and its various businesses need manpower to manage them.
Those powerful cultivators are difficult to subdue, but these mediocre but shrewd old hands who know how to assess situations are more suitable to be outer sect stewards.
"You're much more pragmatic than that hothead."
Qingfeng nodded and didn't make things difficult for him.
It's too boring to fight someone who has no fighting spirit.
"Thank you, Young Master Qingfeng!"
"When the barbarian master returns, I hope the young master will knock me unconscious."
Wu Yong cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.
"Alright. By the way, is there a female cultivator at the Core Formation stage here? I heard she's both your master's disciple and his concubine?"
Since your master isn't here right now, come on, tell me about it.
With nothing to do, Qingfeng started gossiping.
"Uh, this..."
Wu Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Gossiping about the bearded man behind his back?
at the same time--
Over the sea, a hundred miles away from Cuihu Island.
Qing Sanyang and Manhuzi faced off across the distance.
However, he hesitated to take action.
"Old ghost Sanyang, you came to see me this time not just for a fight or to ask for the second half of the 'Heavenly Demon Art', right?"
"What's your purpose? Just say it."
"The bearded man said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on Qing Sanyang opposite him."
Although he has a rough appearance, he is no fool to have managed to reach the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm in the Chaotic Star Sea, a place that devours people without spitting out bones.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you old barbarian to be so smart."
However, you yourself are about to face a great disaster, yet you are unaware of it.
Qing Sanyang said, squinting his eyes.
"Stop trying to be mysterious!"
The bearded man frowned.
"Hehe, the Six Paths Supreme Saint of Holy Demon Island and Wan Sangu of the Myriad Laws Sect have joined forces to form the Reverse Star Alliance, intending to wage war against the Star Palace."
And you, a barbarian with a short lifespan, are one of the few body-refining cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea, making you excellent material for corpse refining.
Do you think that before the Six Paths Supreme Saint goes to war with the Star Palace, he might kill you, this old man, and turn you into a corpse puppet to increase his combat power?
Qing Sanyang said slowly.
"What did you say?! The Reverse Star Alliance?"
The Six Paths Supreme Saint and Wan Sangu have joined forces? Are they going to wage war against the Star Palace?
The bearded man's pupils suddenly contracted.
He was clearly shocked by these words.
Qing Sanyang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.
These were things Qingfeng had told him before. He was initially shocked, let alone Manhuzi.
"Nonsense! The Six Paths Supreme Saint and Wan Sangu belong to the righteous and demonic paths respectively, and they have always been at odds. Who in the entire Chaotic Star Sea doesn't know this?"
How could they possibly join forces? You old devil Sanyang, are you trying to trick me?
"It's a stern voice," the bearded man said.
"Believe it or not, whatever happens, when the Six Paths Supreme Saint kills you and turns you into a corpse puppet, don't blame me for not warning you."
"The reason I came to ask you for the 'Heaven-Supporting Demonic Art' is that I don't want this defensive and body-refining demonic art to be lost after your death."
Qing Sanyang shrugged and said indifferently.