Chapter 113: qingxiao sword sect token

Li Qingqiu always felt that sound transmission was standard for Cultivators, so he spent time researching it and finally succeeded.

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Just like now, he transmitted his words with Origin Qi into Jiang Zhaoxia’s ear, so that only Jiang Zhaoxia heard him.

Watching Jiang Zhaoxia’s increasingly surprised expression, Li Qingqiu’s heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

After everyone dispersed, Jiang Zhaoxia followed Li Qingqiu into the house, asking what had just happened. Li Qingqiu didn’t hide anything and told him about the Sound Transmission Technique, and he immediately wanted to learn it.

The Sound Transmission Technique wasn’t difficult; the hard part was creating it. Jiang Zhaoxia learned it in just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and then left satisfied.

Early the next morning, Li Sifeng, Wu Maner, and Zhang Yu departed with Qin Jue and his two companions. They took the mountain path, making the Disciples along the way curious why they were descending the mountain. Li Sifeng, who always loved to show off, directly stated that they were going to Wushen Pass to slay a Demon General. The news quickly spread, making many Disciples look forward to them bringing glory to Qingxiao Sect.

That afternoon, Li Qingqiu went to the Spirit Mine to see Qin Ye.

Qin Jue wanted Qin Ye to descend the mountain to achieve great deeds for the Qin Family. Li Qingqiu was responsible for relaying the message; everything depended on Qin Ye’s willingness.

Ever since losing to Ji Ya, Qin Ye had been in seclusion at the Spirit Mine to Cultivate, and now he had reached the Nourishing Origin Realm Fourth Layer cultivation. His progress was undeniably fast, which was mainly due to the Spiritual Qi of the Spirit Mine.

Qin Ye was also very aware of this, and his loyalty to Li Qingqiu had reached 97%.

“Master, I want to go to war and make the Ten Thousand Army Demon Subduing Staff left by Senior Wu famous throughout the world!”

Qin Ye looked at Li Qingqiu and said seriously.

Li Qingqiu was not surprised and smiled: “You can descend the mountain tomorrow. Go to the Prefectural City first; your Qin Family has already moved there, and your father has forged a suitable Divine Weapon for you.”

Qin Ye nodded. He hesitated for a moment and asked: “Master, will I still be a Qingxiao Sect Disciples in the future?”

Li Qingqiu rolled his eyes at him and said: “Did I say I was expelling you from the School?”

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye smiled, the happiest he had been in the past two years.

Li Qingqiu raised his hand and showed Qin Ye a black token. He said seriously: “This is the qingxiao sword sect token. If you ever go down an evil path and harm innocent people with Qingxiao Sect’s unique skills, the Sword Sect will find you with this token, and you will receive the punishment you deserve, even death.”

Qin Ye looked at the black token engraved with a sword shape, his expression momentarily stunned.

In the following days, the qingxiao sword sect token appeared before all Disciples. This was Li Qingqiu’s instruction, to make the Disciples familiar with this token.

This also implied that the Sword Sect could be activated at any time… Inside the main hall of the Spirit Control Hall, there were rows of antique wooden cabinets, containing registers of Disciple names. In front of the wall directly opposite the door, a table was placed, responsible for handling affairs.

Zhang Ping sat at the table, holding a strange book that recorded bizarre rumors from the Jianghu.

It was his turn to be on duty today, and as long as no special circumstances arose, he wasn’t too busy.

Footsteps sounded, causing Zhang Ping to look up and see Zhang Yuchun walk in.

“Hall Master Zhang, why hasn’t Senior Brother Chu Jing returned yet?” Zhang Ping quickly asked.

Because Zhang Yuchun was usually very gentle with him, he dared to directly inquire about Chu Jing’s whereabouts from Zhang Yuchun.

Chu Jing had been gone for several months, and Zhang Ping was truly worried, unable to concentrate on reading.

Zhang Yuchun stopped and looked at Zhang Ping. If anyone else had inquired about Chu Jing, he certainly wouldn’t have said much, but this Disciple was valued by the Great Senior Brother, so he had to offer a few words of caution.

“He’s probably not coming back,” Zhang Yuchun walked to the table and whispered.

Zhang Ping’s eyes widened, and he asked nervously: “Why? Did something happen to him?”

Zhang Yuchun looked left and right, confirming no one was present, then said: “Actually, his identity is special, and he came to Qingxiao Sect with ulterior motives. He’s been gone so long, he’s probably afraid of his secret being exposed and doesn’t dare to return. I can only reveal a little to you.”

“Chu Jing is connected to the Demonic Sect.”

Demonic Sect!

Zhang Ping’s face changed dramatically, his eyes wide, pupils trembling.

Zhang Yuchun knew that he and Chu Jing usually had a good relationship, and feared he was too young to believe it, so he said again: “Chu Jing is usually warm-hearted and never gets angry with people, but you can know a person’s face but not their heart. Don’t disbelieve me, kid…”

“I believe you!”

Zhang Ping interrupted Zhang Yuchun, his voice trembling.

He recalled Chu Jing’s kindness to him on a daily basis and felt increasingly fearful. He had heard about the deeds of the Demonic Sect, and in his eyes, Demonic Sect members were all heinous villains.

Could he already be targeted by Chu Jing?

Very likely!

He was so mediocre, yet Chu Jing always took care of him. Clearly, he wanted to win him over and develop him into a spy?

Zhang Yuchun didn’t expect Zhang Ping to believe him so easily. He was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Zhang Ping’s face grow paler, he suddenly remembered what the Great Senior Brother had said.

“This kid has a weak character and tends to avoid trouble. Don’t let him get the idea of leaving Qingxiao Sect.”

Although Zhang Yuchun wasn’t sure what the Great Senior Brother valued about Zhang Ping, since the Great Senior Brother had specifically instructed him, he had to find a way to curb Zhang Ping’s thoughts.

“If he really did target you, then don’t leave Qingxiao Sect. At least within Qingxiao Sect, no one can harm you,” Zhang Yuchun said seriously.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping immediately shivered. He had just been thinking about whether to escape Qingxiao Sect and find a School where no one knew him to practice martial arts.

After hearing Zhang Yuchun’s words, Zhang Ping immediately dared not descend the mountain, and even developed a fear of the world outside.

Zhang Yuchun looked at his expression and found it very interesting. It was the first time he had seen someone display such a rich range of emotional changes, almost making him laugh.

“Don’t ever speak of this, lest we alert the enemy.”

After Zhang Yuchun gave his warning, he turned and left.

Zhang Ping sat at the table, lost in a daze, feeling as if the whole world was full of malice… After Cultivating in the morning, Li Qingqiu, dressed as a 俠客 (Xia Ke), came to the cliff in the back mountain forest. He looked at the thick fog in the mountains and waited patiently.

After a while, a strong wind howled, dispersing the thick fog. Immediately after, the massive Little Eight appeared before Li Qingqiu’s eyes.

Its head was almost as large as Li Qingqiu’s body. It opened its bright, gem-like eagle eyes and let out an ethereal cry towards Li Qingqiu.

Little Eight’s cultivation had now reached the Nourishing Origin Realm Fourth Layer. After years of guidance, Little Eight had learned the Qi absorption method of the Hunyuan Scripture, truly embarking on the path of Cultivation.

Not only that, Little Eight had also established a mental connection with him. Even if Little Eight couldn’t speak human words, Li Qingqiu could understand its meaning.

This was a very wonderful feeling, and it also allowed Li Qingqiu to feel Little Eight’s heart, making him feel that it was not an animal, but a human-like existence, like an eight or nine-year-old boy.

More accurately, Li Qingqiu felt that Little Eight was already a demon.

“Are they almost here? Let’s go then.”

Li Qingqiu muttered, then leaped onto Little Eight’s back.

He had already told Zhang Yuchun that he would be descending the mountain for a few days and there was no need to alarm the School. Zhang Yuchun didn’t think much of it; after all, with his strength, going anywhere was not a problem, and the current Qingxiao Sect was no longer what it used to be. The presence of Jiang Zhaoxia and Xu Ning alone was enough to fend off any powerful enemies.

Little Eight flapped its wings and flew forward. Li Qingqiu stood on its back, facing the wind, enjoying the breeze.

Heading north from Qingxiao Mountain, Li Qingqiu didn’t know the way, but Little Eight remembered. He had let Little Eight follow Li Sifeng and the others when they set off earlier.

He was worried about Wu Maner, as the opponent was not simple; not some Jianghu ruffian, but a fierce general suspected of having consumed a martial god pill.

Li Qingqiu was very interested in the martial god pill. He had already instructed Chen Huilan to refine one for research, but unfortunately, the medicinal ingredients were scarce, and it was still in the preparation stage.

As Qingxiao Sect developed, Li Qingqiu felt that money was not the most important thing; resources were. Some things couldn’t be bought with money.

Soon, Li Qingqiu’s thoughts turned to the scenery along the way. Although he occasionally rode Little Eight around the Taikun Mountain Range, he had never truly experienced the more distant landscapes.

Looking down from the sky, the land was vast, and mountain ranges stretched endlessly. Even as a Cultivator, he deeply felt his own insignificance compared to the immensity of nature.

He suddenly wondered if the Son of Heaven, Zhao Zhi, who commanded such a vast empire, had ever truly seen his own domain with his own eyes?

Even worldly emperors probably couldn’t fully appreciate the magnificent beauty of their great rivers and mountains, could they?

Thinking this way, Cultivation was still better… Little Eight’s speed was extremely fast, taking less than two hours to travel from Qingxiao Mountain to Zhongtian Prefecture, faster than an airplane in his previous life.

Li Qingqiu stood on the eagle’s back and saw the legendary Wushen Pass.

Wushen Pass stood between two cliffs, hundreds of zhang long, extremely majestic. Behind Wushen Pass were the imperial court’s stationed troops, with countless military tents, while in front of Wushen Pass was a desolate area, where faint bloodstains could be seen. Looking closer, they were pools of blood.

The Seven Prefectures Allied Army’s encampment was located in the wilderness more than ten li in front of Wushen Pass. Viewed from the sky, the mountains were treacherous, and the canyon intercepted by Wushen Pass resembled a long Dragon coiling on the earth.

Li Qingqiu told Little Eight to fly higher; he wanted to see Zhongtian Prefecture.

Little Eight looked up and soared, piercing through the sea of clouds. Once the clouds below no longer obstructed the view, Li Qingqiu looked down at the earth below.

He discovered that there was a certain logic to Zhongtian Prefecture becoming the royal capital for successive dynasties. The mountain ranges on the edge of Zhongtian Prefecture were like a giant barrier, guarding this prefecture, making Wushen Pass the only passage.

Martial Forest practitioners could cross the mountains, but large army chariots and horses could not pass through those treacherous mountains and forests.

Li Qingqiu saw that the Seven Prefectures Allied Army had no movements, estimating that there would be no battle today, so he had Little Eight fly towards the nearest city.

Although it was called ‘nearest,’ it was still a hundred li away.

As they approached the city, Li Qingqiu landed, preparing to enter the city alone for a stroll.

Having stayed in the mountains for so many years, he occasionally wanted to see the bustling world.

This city was named Pan City. Although not prosperous, it was a famous large city, with countless inns and shops, and many Jianghu individuals walking the streets.

Walking on the streets, Li Qingqiu heard people along the way discussing the matters of Wushen Pass. The name Fierce Martial was frequently mentioned. Even though it was close to Zhongtian Prefecture, Fierce Martial was still called a Demon General, showing how unpopular the imperial court was.

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