plumnovel Chapter 6 Pay for My Son's Life
Chapter 6 Pay for My Son's Life
A sharp shout, accompanied by a powerful spiritual pressure, descended from the sky!
The beam of light arrived in an instant, landing in the arena and revealing a cultivator with a solemn expression and a vast aura.
He was none other than a Core Formation stage expert!
The Core Formation cultivator's cold gaze swept over the mess on the ground, finally settling on Li Yan's body, which was split in two.
His ancestor, Li Zhanjiang, had a son late in life, and Li Yan was his only bloodline.
I never imagined that while I was in seclusion, my son would be stabbed in two and die a horrible death!
"Did you kill my son?"
Li Zhanjiang's terrifying Core Formation aura surged towards Qingfeng like a tidal wave, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
"Boy, whoever you are, you must give me an explanation today!"
Faced with this oppressive force that would cause an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator to collapse to the ground.
Qingfeng looked directly at Elder Liu.
"Elder Liu, he's your match now!"
He's not stupid.
The difference between the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and the early Core Formation stage is not small.
"Huh? Me?"
Elder Liu came to his senses and saw Li Zhanjiang with bloodshot eyes, burning with rage.
He cursed the young master's ancestors for eight generations in his heart.
Damn it, the young master is still the same young master.
When they get into trouble, their unfortunate subordinates have to clean up their mess.
But duty called, so he had to go.
Standing in front of Li Zhanjiang, Elder Liu unleashed his full power, displaying the aura of someone in the early stage of Core Formation.
Upon seeing that the old man was a cultivator of the same level, a look of surprise flashed across Li Zhanjiang's face.
"Who are you? Why did you kill my son!"
After all, he was a cultivator who had cultivated for hundreds of years, and he saw that the other party's strength was comparable to his own.
Li Zhanjiang had to bring himself to his senses.
"Fellow Daoist, I..."
Elder Liu was unwilling to fight to the death with a fellow cultivator who had lost his son.
But before he could announce the name of Qingyang Sect, a voice came from behind him.
"Elder Liu, why waste words with him! Quickly, launch a sneak attack!"
Qingfeng's somewhat impatient voice was like an ice cube being smashed into a pot of hot oil.
Elder Liu froze, his old face instantly turning red, his beard bristling with anger.
He roared inwardly, "Young Master! You...you son of a bitch..."
In his mind, a thousand spirit beasts galloped through his mind.
On the other hand, Li Zhanjiang reacted with lightning speed, filled with shock and anger!
"mean!"
Li Zhanjiang shouted sharply and retreated rapidly.
He slapped the back of his head, and a beam of dark light shot into the sky, growing larger as it faced the wind, transforming into a black bone spear over ten feet long.
The spearhead was wreathed in a ghastly green flame, emanating a chilling aura of death.
It was his natal magic weapon—the Netherworld Piercing Spear!
"die!"
The words "ambushed" filled him with both shock and anger.
Coupled with the pain of losing his son, Li Zhanjiang no longer hesitated and fixed his spear on Elder Liu.
It transformed into a streak of dark green light and shot straight at us!
Wherever it passed, patches of white frost formed on the ground, and a shrill, ghostly wail echoed in the air.
"Ugh!"
Elder Liu sighed inwardly, knowing that things could not be resolved peacefully today.
The opponent has already unleashed their natal magic weapon, clearly indicating that it's a fight to the death.
His expression turned serious, and he slapped his waist with his withered hand, sending out a streak of crimson light.
In an instant, it transformed into a Crimson Sun Mirror, burning with raging flames.
The mirror shimmered with red light, and a scorching aura spread out, dispelling most of the surrounding chill.
"boom!"
The Netherworld Piercing Spear slammed into the fiery shield emitted by the Crimson Sun Mirror, unleashing a deafening roar!
Yin fire and yang fire clashed violently, and the spiritual energy shockwave suddenly spread out in a ring!
"The Core Formation cultivators are fighting! Run!"
"My God! A clash of magical artifacts! If I get caught in it, I'm doomed!"
The low-level cultivators who were initially watching cautiously from a distance, even somewhat expectant of what would happen next, were now watching from afar.
At this moment, they were terrified and fled in all directions, crying and screaming for their parents, wishing they had two more legs.
The buildings in the market trembled in the aftershocks, and some stalls that were closer were blown away.
The spiritual materials and treasures were scattered all over the ground, but no one dared to pick them up.
The entire core area of Tiandu Street was cleared out instantly.
Only the center of the battle and... a certain unperturbed figure remained.
While Elder Liu was fully activating the Crimson Sun Mirror and engaged in battle with Li Zhanjiang.
Qingfeng, however, moved silently, one in each hand.
He embraced Yanli and Yuanyao, who were terrified and pale-faced.
"Ladies, this place is dangerous. Let's retreat and observe the battle from a distance."
He spoke casually, as if the deadly battle at the Core Formation stage not far away had nothing to do with him.
He carried Yanli and Yuanyao backward for dozens of feet, landing on the eaves of a relatively intact pavilion.
The man's cool yet scorching aura lingered around my nose.
The two women's minds went blank; they almost forgot their fear.
Qingfeng released his grip, stood with his hands behind his back on the eaves, and assumed a stance of watching the battle.
"Elder Liu's Crimson Sun True Fire has improved quite a bit over the years."
He even added a comment with great interest.
Then, he turned his head and looked at the two stunningly beautiful female cultivators beside him.
"By the way, may I ask your names, ladies? And how old are you?"
Oh, and... what are your measurements?
His gaze swept naturally over the two women's slender figures, and he asked sincerely.
"what?"
Yanli and Yuanyao were both stunned.
What... what's going on here?
At the critical moment of life and death, Core Formation cultivators were fighting for him.
But this young man asked them their names, ages... and measurements?
Yanli, being slightly older, was the first to regain her senses.
Although her cheeks were flushed, her heart was filled with a mixture of gratitude and complex emotions.
"This young lady is Yanli, and this is my junior sister, Yuan Yao."
We are both twenty-six years old. As for our measurements?
She didn't know what measurements meant.
"Oh, 'three measurements' refers to bust, waist, and hip measurements."
Qingfeng said with a smile.
In his mind, however, he calculated the time based on the two women's ages.
When Han Li met the two women, Yuan Yao and Yan Li should have been close to thirty years old.
In other words, there were still one or two years until the Kui Xing Island incident.
Unaware of Qingfeng's thoughts, he listened as he was asked such a private matter.
Yuan Yao and Yan Li both blushed deeply.
Although they worked as guides in the Tian Du neighborhood market, they often used their beauty to attract some male monks.
However, they had never had intimate contact with anyone before. Just now, when Qingfeng put his arm around their waist, it was the first time they had had such close contact with a male cultivator.
The young master's question left them speechless.
Because the two women hadn't measured it at all...
While the three were watching the battle, Elder Liu, who had extensive experience in combat, was on the other side.
Although they were badly tricked by the young master, they fought steadily and used the Crimson Sun Mirror, which combined offense and defense, along with their skillful fire magic, to gradually gain the upper hand.
Li Zhanjiang was forced into a somewhat disheveled state, his protective spiritual light sizzling as it was burned by the Yang Fire.
Li Zhanjiang's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was filled with boundless hatred.
He knew he couldn't defeat this elder of the same level in a short time.
The culprit behind all of this was that little bastard in the Foundation Establishment stage.
He was leisurely watching the show not far away, and was even... flirting with women?!
"You little beast! Pay for my son's life!"