Star Sky Professional
Chapter 74: The Fisherman (Congratulations to the beloved Alliance Hierarch Xiaoqin)

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: The Fisherman (Congratulations to the beloved Alliance Hierarch Xiaoqin)

"What?"

The elder Mr. Long’s face flushed red, seemingly in disbelief.

He casually threw away the remnants in his hand and looked towards the Bull Demon’s corpse, frantically searching: "No... how can there be no Demon Core?"

Mr. Long suddenly turned his head: "You wench, are you deceiving me?!"

"Hehe... Mr. Long, I only deceived Zeng Yi," Su Ye coldly replied, "and soon, you’ll be joining the ghosts..."

"I... join the ghosts?"

Mr. Long scoffed twice, about to speak further, when suddenly a sword cry rang out by his ear: "Geng Metal Sword Qi, not good!"

He hurriedly raised his shield, still clutching several talismans in his other hand.

But the golden brilliance was too fast!

Almost the moment he raised his shield, a sword glow pierced through it, entering Mr. Long’s chest.

"You... you didn’t die?"

Blood oozed from his mouth and nose as he struggled to turn around, seeing the scorched clothes of Mi Weidao.

"Mr. Long, you actually attacked me from behind with a Second Rank Thunder Talisman when I was unprepared!"

Mi Weidao scoffed: "If it weren’t for the ’Escape Life Talisman’ my master gave me, your attack might have succeeded!"

With a movement of his mana, countless Geng Metal Sword Qi burst from within Mr. Long’s body, instantly slicing him into countless pieces.

"Cough cough... thanks, Senior Brother, for your help."

Su Ye stood up, her face pale and her chest stained with blood, like duckweed in the wind.

"It’s nothing... I just couldn’t stand how foolish this man was, buying the casket rather than the pearl."

Mi Weidao flicked his fingers, and a fireball landed on the remnants that Mr. Long had thrown.

The remnants instantly burned to ashes.

However, among the ashes, a grey storage bag was revealed.

"Indeed, it’s a storage bag that’s hard to damage by Low-Grade magic artifacts; it lasted so long in the belly of the Qingyan Bull. Naturally, a Low-Grade First Rank Fireball Technique would hardly do anything..."

Holding the storage bag in his hand, Mi Weidao remarked thoughtfully: "It must have been tough for you, Junior Sister. Apparently, you knew this corpse; you knew there was a storage bag containing treasures... No wonder you were so eager, and even though storage bag magic artifacts are hard to damage, they could still corrode inside a Second Rank Demon Beast’s stomach..."

In this world, storage bags were treasures. Only those at the Foundation Establishment stage or those who had achieved Perfect Qi Cultivation could possess them.

Once a storage bag is damaged, its contents would directly vanish into the void.

Of course, there was another possibility, being excreted together with the dung of the bull.

But nonetheless, they couldn’t bypass this Qingyan Bull!

Since its owner had died, Mi Weidao easily refined the storage bag. Upon sending his Spiritual Sense inside, a trace of ecstasy appeared on his face: "Is it really this item? Hahaha... My path has come!"

Suddenly, he held a jade bottle containing a clump of crimson Primordial Liquid, its brilliance even shining through the bottle!

"Qianyuan Fire Poison! So Junior Sister knew the whereabouts of this Qianyuan Fire Poison; no wonder you were desperate to fight... Compared to the less than one percent benefits of the True Core Elixir, Qianyuan Fire Poison is truly a chance for Foundation Establishment!"

Mi Weidao looked at Su Ye: "Hahaha... Did you really think I would help you just for a mere chance to refine a True Core Elixir? How could there be such a fool in this world?!"

Amid his laughter, he suddenly turned into a sword light, retreating a distance.

Hiss hiss!

Two black flying swords stuck in the area where Mi Weidao had just been standing.

Su Ye’s skirt fluttered around her, and one after another, black Iron Feather Swords appeared: "With the Dao ahead, one cannot avoid struggle, sorry Senior Brother... Iron Feather Swords, go!"

Seven Iron Feather Swords moved back and forth, forming a small sword formation, trapping Mi Weidao inside.

"Petty tricks, Junior Sister. You’re not a Sword Cultivator, you don’t understand the strength of a swordsman!"

Mi Weidao waved the flying sword in his hand, and a golden rainbow soared into the sky, the sword glinting incredibly, its momentum like a rainbow!

In midair, a golden-red clashed with seven dark gleams, with sword qi overflowing everywhere.

It could be seen clearly that although there was only one golden rainbow, its nimble and chilling sword qi cut down one Iron Feather Sword after another...

Clearly, even though they both were cultivators at the Perfect stage of Qi Cultivation, Mi Weidao, a True Inheritor of the Qingxuan Sect, was beyond comparison with Su Ye.

"Today, I send Junior Sister on her way with a clear conscience, for the path of Foundation Establishment, what is there to be ashamed of?"

Mi Weidao formed a sword technique with his hand. A dazzlingly golden flying sword shot up into the sky, scattering the original Iron Feather Sword formation.

He intended to manipulate the flying sword with his Spiritual Sense, aiming to pierce through Su Ye’s heart, closing her Chapter once and for all.

"I’m fighting it out with you!"

Su Ye’s body sparked with spiritual light, a hint of murderous aura emerging, as if she were about to use some desperate trump card.

Seeing this, Mi Weidao immediately did not dare to neglect.

But just then, several fireballs exploded behind him, blocked by a Vajra Talisman.

"Hmm?"

He suddenly turned his head, seeing Han Qingyun: "You’re actually still alive?"

At the moment, Han Qingyun was clad in a light gauze that masked his aura, hurling various Low-Grade talismans towards Mi Weidao like they cost nothing.

’No, even if this person is alive, what can he do at the early stage of Qi Cultivation?’

Mi Weidao’s thoughts raced, his flying sword swiftly swung towards Su Ye.

Su Ye had also completed her incantation, manifesting a crimson Red Blood Flag. From the blood-colored spiritual light, a ghastly demon with blue faces and fierce fangs suddenly leaped out.

The Ghost God’s expression was ferocious as he stretched out a large hand covered in black and red scales, grabbing the sword light firmly!

At that moment, Han Qingyun threw out several low-rank talismans that exploded behind Mi Weidao.

"Just low-grade talismans... Hm? Is this... a second-rank Dan Thunder?"

Mi Weidao sneered, but suddenly noticed among the numerous talismans, a semi-transparent thunderball was hidden, emitting a terrifying aura, causing a shocked expression to appear on his face.

Dan Thunder was a specialty product of alchemists, crafted from the explosive force of thunder, condensed into a thunderball, possessing immense destructive power.

A second-rank thunderball, its might even surpassing many second-rank low-grade attack talismans!

He tried to call back his flying sword to protect himself, but the sword was still held in the Ghost God’s grasp.

At this moment, trying to use other spells was clearly too late.

And his life-saving trump card had already been used...

Although it seemed to happen very slowly, it was actually just an instant, and the second-rank Dan Thunder exploded thunderously.

Lightning tore through the Vajra Talisman, destroying Mi Weidao’s Qingxuan Robe and then blasting his upper body away...

Snap!

A hand holding a storage bag fell beside Han Qingyun.

Han Qingyun didn’t even look at it, bowing respectfully to Su Ye, "Thank you, Miss, for granting the ’Illusion Body Talisman,’ saving my life, and providing the Dan Thunder for my revenge..."

How many such opportunities could there be in the world?

Even if these Qi Cultivation Perfect cultivators were both badly injured, Han Qingyun, a mere Qi Cultivation early-stage cultivator, couldn’t take advantage of the situation!

His survival was naturally from Su Ye’s secret help, who had provided him with a second-rank Illusion Body Talisman right from the start!

This talisman was an illusion talisman capable of creating a false body to confuse the enemy, lasting for an hour.

Previously, Han Qingyun had used this talisman to feign death, then concealed his presence with a light veil and ultimately took decisive action.

"Inside the severed hand’s storage bag, there is an opportunity for Foundation Establishment, would you like it?"

Su Ye folded her hands to form a seal, recalling the Ghost God; her aura weakened further as she suddenly asked.

"Of course, I want it... If I were at the late stage of Qi Cultivation, I would act without hesitation, but now I am only at the early stage of Qi Cultivation..."

Han Qingyun smiled bitterly, "Moreover, my Spirit Root aptitude is poor and I have long given up hope on reaching Foundation Establishment... Miss, you and Sister Hua Feiyue have shown great kindness to me, Han Qingyun is not one driven by greed..."

"Good, I have not misjudged you."

Su Ye swallowed a round and azure elixir.

Through the lifted veil, Han Qingyun could see a pair of cherry lips, lacking much color.

He was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.

A man in green clothes, carrying a long sword on his back, had quietly arrived at the scene and was picking up the old ghost’s storage bag.

"Is that you? Fang Yun?!"

Su Ye screamed, quickly moving closer to Han Qingyun.

"According to the rules of Loose Cultivators, sharing upon meeting; since I took this person’s storage bag, naturally I won’t attack you without reason."

Fang Xing revealed a gentle smile.

But to Su Ye, that smile was more terrifying than anything.

After all, this was someone who had annihilated the Thirteen Grand Protectors of the World Alliance, an absolute perfect-level Qi Cultivation fighter!

And he was a Body Cultivator, with extremely strong survival abilities!

To appear silently here as an opportunist, his information gathering and tracking abilities were terrifying!

"Brother Fang... If you want, this vial of Qianyuan Fire Poison, I am willing..."

Su Ye looked at Fang Xing, reluctantly preparing to take the loss.

After outwitting old ghosts and Mi Weidao, her Heart Power and Mana were already exhausted.

Now, facing a perfectly composed ’Fang Yun,’ she was undoubtedly doomed to lose.

"This Foundation Establishment Treasure, I’m not too interested in. However, it’s worth at least ten thousand Spirit Stones... I wonder how many vials of Boiling Blood are equivalent?"

Fang Xing watched Su Ye as she anxiously twisted her body, then he smiled.

He wasn’t really a cultivator; Foundation Establishment Treasures were of no use to him.

Moreover, he had a decent cooperation with the Green Pill Workshop, and Su Ye was also kind to his fellow, Han Qingyun and Hua Feiyue...

Alright, even though Hua Feiyue wouldn’t recognize this ’Fang Yun,’ he was still ready to show some goodwill.

"Boiling Blood?" Su Ye blinked, doubting whether such a cultivator could exist: "The Foundation Establishment Treasure counts as ten thousand Spirit Stones, divided in half on meeting, you can have five thousand, and Boiling Blood costs two hundred per vial, worth at least twenty-five vials!"

"Very well." Fang Xing knew Su Ye was dividing the worth of the Foundation Establishment Treasure into Spirit Stones—uh, Han Qingyun was too weak to be counted.

"So, how do we ensure you won’t go back on your word?"

He raised another question.

After all, since Su Ye had planned against him before, she ought to pay some price.

"There’s a second-rank Spirit Contract with old ghost, I am willing to sign it!"

Su Ye immediately said, "I also swear by my Dao heart that I will provide satisfactory compensation to you... If by chance I reach Foundation Establishment, I will definitely take you with me to escape out of Qinglin Square!"

Such a second-rank Spirit Contract could impose severe consequences even on Foundation Establishment Cultivators—those who had just reached Foundation Establishment might even regress to Qi Cultivation.

"That sounds good...oh, let’s have this young man be the witness."

Fang Xing pointed at Han Qingyun, his lips curving slightly into a smile.