Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points.

They continued to move forward, and soon, a trampled path appeared in front of them, winding into the depths of the forest. Less than an incense stick of time along the path, they suddenly heard a faint sound of weapons clashing and suppressed shouts in front of them.

The three of them immediately stopped and looked at each other, and saw vigilance in each other's eyes.

"Go and take a look." Luo Qingchen lowered his voice and signaled the two women to hide.

They crept over silently, pushed aside the dense bushes, and saw two groups of people fighting fiercely in a clearing in the woods ahead.

There were about seven or eight people in one group, wearing the same green clothes. They were the disciples of Qingmu Sect! The leader was a tall and thin man in the middle stage of Jindan, holding a green long sword, and his swordsmanship was fierce. Looking at their appearance, they seemed a little embarrassed, with more or less injuries on their bodies. They were obviously the remnants of the people who escaped from Luofeng Slope.

Their opponents were five cultivators dressed in various costumes, with cultivation levels ranging from the late foundation building stage to the early golden elixir stage. The five of them worked in perfect harmony, their attacks were fierce, and their moves were aimed at the vital points of the Qingmu Sect disciples, and it seemed that they were determined to kill them all.

"It's someone from Qingmu Gate!" Su Xiaowan exclaimed, with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

Luo Qingchen's eyes fell on the five besiegers. These people were vicious and had mixed auras. They didn't look like disciples of famous and upright sects. Instead, they looked like casual cultivators walking on the edge of the cultivation world, or simply bandits who robbed houses.

"Strange, why would the people from Qingmu Gate fight with these shady guys?" Su Xiaowan was a little puzzled.

"It seems that the people from Qingmu Sect have become someone else's prey." Lin Wan'er said coldly. She also had no good feelings towards Qingmu Sect.

On the battlefield, although the Qingmu Sect had many disciples, they had suffered heavy losses at Luofengpo and were being hunted by the evil scale beasts. They were already at the end of their strength. Facing these five ferocious monks, they were actually retreating step by step.

"Puff!" A disciple of Qingmu Sect who was in the late stage of foundation building was unable to dodge and was hit in the back by a burly man holding a ghost-head knife. He screamed and fell to the ground.

"Junior Brother Liu!" The tall and thin man in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm roared with anger and forced his opponent back with a sword. He wanted to rescue him, but was entangled by the other two monks in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.

"Hehe, you old dogs of Qingmu Sect, today is the day you die!" The sturdy man holding the ghost-head knife grinned and stepped on the dying disciple of Qingmu Sect, his eyes full of cruelty.

"Damn it! Who are you? Why do you want to be enemies with Qingmu Sect?" The tall and thin man was filled with sadness and anger.

"I'm just taking money from people and helping them get rid of their misfortunes." A Jindan early stage cultivator with a wretched figure and holding a poisoned short blade laughed sinisterly, "Someone has paid a huge price to buy the lives of all the people from your Qingmu Sect who escaped from Luofeng Slope!"

"What?!" the tall and thin man was shocked.

Luo Qingchen and the other two were also moved when they heard this. Someone actually offered a reward for hunting down the escaped disciples of Qingmu Sect? Who could it be? The Zhao family? Or other forces that had a grudge against Qingmu Sect in the meteorite crater?

"Don't waste time talking to them! Let's end this quickly to avoid any more trouble!" The leading cultivator, a middle-stage Jindan cultivator with a hooked nose and sinister eyes, shouted coldly and his attack became more fierce.

The morale of the Qingmu Sect disciples was already low, and after hearing these words, they became even more confused and showed signs of defeat.

"Brother Luo, we..." Su Xiaowan looked at Luo Qingchen, a little hesitant. Although she hated Qingmumen, she felt sorry for seeing these people being slaughtered like this.

Luo Qingchen's eyes flickered. He would naturally not help Qingmumen. However, he might be able to get some useful information from these people. Moreover, these five cultivators were ruthless and keeping them would be a disaster.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The Qingmu Sect disciple who was being stepped on by the ghost-headed knife sturdy man suddenly had a flash of crazy determination in his eyes. He suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed out a dark green poisonous mist, and at the same time detonated his golden elixir!

"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct!" The burly man with the ghost-head knife's face changed drastically and he quickly pulled back.

boom!
With a loud bang, violent energy mixed with poisonous mist swept in all directions. Although the sturdy man with the ghost-head knife retreated quickly, he was still shocked by the aftermath of the explosion, and his arms were also contaminated by the poisonous mist, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound.

"Ah! My hand!" the strong man screamed.

This sudden self-explosion caused brief chaos on the battlefield.

"Opportunity!" Luo Qingchen's eyes flashed.

He flashed and rushed out from the woods like a ghost, aiming directly at the injured man with a ghost-head knife!

"Chaos Sword Art: Splitting the Sky!"

A condensed gray sword light broke through the air, as fast as lightning!
The sturdy man with the ghost-head knife was already injured and was still in shock. He never expected that someone would suddenly attack him. In a hurry, he only had time to cross the ghost-head knife across his chest.

Click!

The ghost-head knife broke with a sound, but the gray sword light still had power and pierced through his chest directly!
"Uh..." The sturdy man lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the bloody hole as big as a bowl on his chest, and the life in his eyes quickly dissipated.

This sudden scene stunned both sides of the war.

"Who is it?!" the hook-nosed cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm shouted sternly and looked at Luo Qingchen vigilantly.

The tall and thin man from Qingmumen was also startled, but when he saw Luo Qingchen's face clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank and he cried out in a lost voice: "It's you?! Luo Qingchen!"

He recognized that the young man in front of him was the culprit who caused them to suffer heavy losses at the entrance of Luofengpo and stole the bronze plate of the star map!
"Haha, I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here." Luo Qingchen smiled faintly, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Brother Luo, I'm here to help you!" Su Xiaowan shouted tenderly, and she and Lin Wan'er also emerged from the forest. Without saying anything, Lin Wan'er unfolded the Tianyuan Sword Technique, and the green sword light went straight to the wretched monk holding the poisoned short blade.

"You little bitch are looking for death!" When the wretched monk saw Lin Wan'er's youth and beauty, a hint of lust flashed in his eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and his short blade drew a strange arc.

Su Xiaowan raised her hand and several talismans flew out: "Immobilization talisman! Entanglement talisman! And... oh, tickling talisman!"

A tickling talisman flashing pink light was stuck squarely on the back of the wretched monk who was fighting fiercely with Lin Wan'er.

"Ugh...ah...it's itchy! So itchy!" The wretched monk suddenly felt an extremely itchy feeling on his back, as if countless ants were crawling on them. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to scratch them, and his movements suddenly became distorted.

Lin Wan'er seized the opportunity and stabbed out with a sword, hitting his shoulder blade, causing him to scream in pain. "Hahaha, Xiaowan did a great job!" Luo Qingchen couldn't help but praise him. Su Xiaowan's endless strange talismans always worked wonders at critical moments.

The hook-nosed monk's face turned pale when he saw this. He didn't expect that these three people who suddenly appeared were so powerful, especially the young man, who killed a Jindan early stage cultivator in one move.

"Let's go together! Kill them!" The hook-nosed monk roared, gave up on the Qingmu Sect's people, and turned to attack Luo Qingchen. The remaining two Jindan early stage monks also surrounded him.

The tall and thin man from Qingmumen was shocked and angry at this moment. He looked at Luo Qingchen and said sternly: "Luo Qingchen! How dare you show up! Hand over the bronze star map plate!"

Luo Qingchen glanced at him and sneered, "You defeated generals, dare you make noise here? If I didn't think you were still useful, I would have sent you on your way long ago."

After he said this, the tall and thin man was so angry that he trembled all over, but thinking of Luo Qingchen's previous terrifying strength and the current strange situation, he did not dare to act rashly for a moment.

Luo Qingchen no longer paid attention to him and concentrated on dealing with the siege of the three cultivators in front of him. Although his Chaos Power had only recovered 30% to 40%, his Chaos Sword Art was extremely exquisite, and the Black Dragon Sword was a divine weapon. He was fighting one against three, and he was not at all inferior.

"Chaos Sword Art: Falling Stars!"

Luo Qingchen seized an opportunity, the starlight on the Black Dragon Sword became brighter, and he slashed out with the sword, as if he had attracted the power of the nine heavenly stars, and the sword's force was extremely domineering.

The hook-nosed monk was the first to be hit. He felt an unrivaled force coming at him and hastily raised a black shield to block it.

boom!
The black shield exploded with a sound, and the hook-nosed monk was hit hard. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and he flew backwards, knocking down a big tree behind him.

Seeing this, the other two early Jindan cultivators were so frightened that they dared not fight anymore and turned around to flee.

"Want to leave? Too late!" Lin Wan'er shouted, and with a flash of sword light, she stopped one person. Su Xiaowan waved her hand, and a "bewitching charm" flew out. The monk who was about to escape looked confused, and actually bumped into a big rock next to him, and his head was immediately broken and bleeding.

After a while, the battle ended. Four of the five unidentified monks died and one was captured. The captured monk was the hook-nosed monk. Luo Qingchen pierced his scapula with his sword, and his cultivation was destroyed. At this moment, he was staring at Luo Qingchen with hatred.

The remaining three disciples of Qingmu Sect, including the tall and thin man in the middle stage of Jindan, looked at Luo Qingchen and the other two with complicated expressions, filled with both hatred and fear.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" Luo Qingchen walked up to the hook-nosed monk with a cold voice.

The hook-nosed monk snorted coldly and turned his head away.

"You don't want to tell me, right? Xiaowan, let him try your new talisman." Luo Qingchen said with a smile.

"Okay!" Su Xiaowan's eyes lit up, and she took out a talisman with a ghost sticking out its tongue from her bosom, and said with a smile: "This is the 'Truth Telling Talisman' I just developed. After you put it on, I promise you will tell me everything you know!"

The hook-nosed monk looked at the talisman in Su Xiaowan's hand that exuded a strange aura, and thought of the power of the previous itching talisman, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" He finally couldn't bear it anymore and said hurriedly, "It's... it's the Zhao family! Zhao Mingyu, the second son of the Zhao family, paid a huge price and asked us to hunt down all the Qingmu Sect disciples who escaped from Luofeng Slope, and... and you three!"

"Zhao Mingyu?" Luo Qingchen's eyes flashed coldly. This guy is really haunting!

"Where is he now?"

"We don't know either. He just sent someone to contact us, gave us a deposit and your portraits, and said he would pay the balance after the deal was done." The hook-nosed monk confessed honestly.

After asking about the situation, Luo Qingchen looked at the tall and thin man from Qingmumen and said calmly, "You guys can go. You are lucky this time."

The tall and thin man's face changed constantly, but he finally gritted his teeth and fled into the depths of the forest with the remaining two disciples. He knew that in their current state, they were no match for Luo Qingchen, and staying would only bring humiliation upon themselves.

"Senior Brother Luo, are you just going to let them go like that?" Su Xiaowan felt a little unwilling.

"Keeping them might still be useful." Luo Qingchen said meaningfully. He vaguely felt that the feud between Qingmumen and the Zhao family might buy them some time or disrupt the attention of some people.

After solving these problems, Luo Qingchen searched the storage bag of the hook-nosed monk and found a simple map. The map marked some nearby areas, and one of the highlighted places had the words "Qingyun Market" written on it.

"Qingyun Market?" Luo Qingchen was excited. "This should be the market affiliated with our Qingyun Sect! It's not far from here!"

"Great! We are finally going home!" Su Xiaowan and Lin Wan'er also looked happy.

"Let's go to Qingyun Market!" Luo Qingchen put away the map, his heart full of anticipation. The closer he got to home, the more anxious he became.

However, he also felt a little uneasy. Since Zhao Mingyu was able to ask these people to hunt them and the disciples of Qingmu Sect, it meant that he had escaped from Luofeng Slope and gathered a certain amount of power. I'm afraid that going to Qingyun Market would not be too peaceful.

Qingyun Market, located in a gentle valley outside the Qingyun Mountains, is the largest gathering place for monks under the jurisdiction of Qingyun Sect. The market is quite large, with many shops and many monks coming and going. It is quite prosperous and lively on weekdays.

Luo Qingchen and the other two followed the map and walked for another half a day before finally seeing the outline of Qingyunfang City in the distance. However, when they approached, they keenly sensed a hint of an unusual atmosphere.

At the entrance of the market, there used to be only a few Qingyun Sect outer disciples standing symbolically to maintain order, but now there were more than a dozen monks wearing uniform armor and with a fierce aura. They looked stern and looked at everyone entering and leaving the market with sharp eyes. The inspection was extremely strict. These people were not Qingyun Sect disciples. The style of their armor looked familiar to Luo Qingchen. They seemed to be private soldiers of a subsidiary family that had a good relationship with Qingyun Sect.

"What's going on? Why have the guards in the market become so strict?" Su Xiaowan muttered softly, and nervously grabbed Luo Qingchen's sleeve.

Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger. He signaled the two girls to stay calm, and the three of them followed the flow of people, trying to keep a low profile and walk towards the entrance of the market.

"Stop! Who are you three? What are you doing in the market?" A middle-aged monk who looked like a guard leader stopped them and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

Luo Qingchen cupped his hands and said calmly, "The three of us are independent cultivators who are out for training. We passed by here and wanted to go to the market to replenish some supplies." (End of this chapter)