After all, the Fourth Hall Master had always been helping him, so Chen Ping did not want anything to happen to her.
Yun Miao Immortal Venerable, seeing Chen Ping’s expression, said in terror, “I have told you everything I know. As for the matters concerning the Third Hall Master, I, a mere Sixth Hall deacon, could not possibly know them.”
“Mm!” Chen Ping nodded!
He knew as well that this Yun Miao Immortal Venerable could not possibly know about the Third Hall Master. Such extremely secretive matters would not be revealed to a small underling like him.
Chen Ping raised his hand, and a supreme fire appeared. Before Yun Miao Immortal Venerable could react in any way, he was already enveloped by the supreme fire.
Screams rang out. Li Qingshan and the others, seeing this scene, felt boundless excitement in their hearts.
With Yun Miao Immortal Venerable dead, they were truly and completely liberated.
After killing Yun Miao Immortal Venerable, Chen Ping looked at Li Qingshan and said, “Fellow Daoist, take your people and collect all the immortal stones refined from Yuan De Realm. I shall use them for cultivation.”
“As for the remaining spirit stones, do not mine and refine them casually any longer. After all, you need spirit stones for your cultivation.”
Li Qingshan and the others were not immortals, so they could not absorb the immortal qi within immortal stones for cultivation. They could only absorb spirit qi.
Once they broke through to the Heavenly Realm and their cultivation reached the Loose Immortal stage, they would be able to absorb immortal qi.
“We shall obey the Immortal Venerable’s command…”
Li Qingshan nodded hurriedly.
Soon, Li Qingshan led the others in beginning to collect those refined immortal stones for Chen Ping.
As for those demonic cultivators, Chen Ping did not exterminate them all. He knew that if the demonic race were wiped out, Yuan De Realm would be left with only the human and beast races. Conflict between those two races would surely erupt into war.
What Yuan De Realm needed now was a balance among the three races. Once that balance was broken, it would trigger war.
While Chen Ping waited in Yuan De Realm for the collection to be completed, Hu Mazi was already inquiring about news of the Evil Dao Hall throughout the Seventh Heaven.
At this moment, on the edge of the Seventh Heaven, there was a mysterious city perpetually shrouded in grey mist, Black Wind City.
This place seemed forgotten by the world. The streets were permeated with an oppressive atmosphere, and the pedestrians were as sparse as scattered stars in the night sky.
Even the vendors hawking wares along the streets were wrapped in heavy black robes, as if this could isolate them from the crises lurking outside.
They spoke in deliberately hushed tones, for fear of disturbing the dangers hidden in the shadows.
Hu Mazi, clutching the few immortal stones he had brought from the Sixth Heaven, was huddled in a corner of a dilapidated teahouse.
Although Hu Mazi had already recovered his strength, it was only upon arriving in the Seventh Heaven that he realised his power was of the lowest tier here.
Hu Mazi did not dare to be careless. Vigilance and anxiety gleamed in his eyes, and his ears were pricked up straight, missing not a single sound in the teahouse.
He had been staking out here for a full three days, with only one goal: to eavesdrop on information about the Evil Dao Hall in the Seventh Heaven.
Hu Mazi did not dare to inquire casually from others, fearing he would be targeted, so he could only use this method to gather news.
In his hand, he gripped the “Concealment Talisman” tightly. This piece of talisman paper was his sole safeguard at the moment, able to temporarily shield his cultivation aura and give him a bit more hope of survival in this perilous environment.
“Bang!”
A loud crash shattered the teahouse’s stifling quiet.
The teahouse door was kicked open violently, and a burly man with a ferocious knife scar on his face strode in. Behind him followed two cultivators also clad in black robes, their bodies emanating a sinister aura.
Hu Mazi immediately lowered his head, pretending to be unconcerned, but his fingers quietly clutched the talisman paper in his bosom, ready at any moment to deal with potential danger.
“Shopkeeper, bring a pot of the strongest wine!”
The scarred man bellowed loudly, slamming a bulging money pouch onto the table.
The crisp clink of immortal stones colliding inside the pouch rang out, especially piercing in the silent teahouse.
