Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 271 Imperial Palace Ladies
Jiang Qing returned to the cave and put "Da Huang" back into the storage bag. There was nothing worth carrying in this temporary cave.

Jiang Qing has been in charge here for some time and it is rare for him to have the chance to go back, so he is eager to return home.

Conquest is no joke, and Changning Sect is not a mob. If someone attacks us early, we will suffer a great loss. The sooner I return, the safer my disciples will be.

Jiang Qingcai came out of the spiritual stone mine and headed towards Chongming Sect in his flying boat.

After flying for less than a hundred miles and about to leave Tanggu County, we saw a bustling market town on the edge of the county.

Jiang Qing came here with Kang Dabao when he was sitting in Kang Dabao's backpack.

It was originally called Huojiafang and was built in the second year when Huo Bing became the governor. Now it has been confiscated by the state court and renamed Tang'anfang.

In the past, due to the Huo family's penny-pinching and exploitative attitude, the business in this market was not good.
Now that it has been taken back by the Immortal Dynasty, the city lieutenants and acting lieutenants sent by the Yunjiaozhou court are all people from the capital like Xu Yingshi, and they have no knowledge of wealth and goods. Therefore, there has been no improvement over the years, and it is rare to be as lively as today.

Jiang Qing looked at the bustling market and thought it was a pity. He thought it was a big caravan from another state. If there was no urgent matter, he could go down and see if he could buy a spiritual item for Yi Ge'er to nourish his soul and prolong his life.

Unlike the poor Pingrong County, Tanggu County is almost the richest among the thirteen counties in Yunjiao Prefecture, second only to the two big cities of Hancheng and Xuanwei City.

Therefore, some larger caravans from other states would come here from time to time to do business.

Jiang Qing hesitated for a while, then set up the flying boat and continued on his way. He still had a considerable amount of spirit stones on him, so it would be better for him to get back to the sect as soon as possible.

They walked for a while before passing Tanggu County and arriving at Wang County, less than a hundred miles away, when Jiang Qing heard the sound of fighting. He used his spiritual sense to check and found that someone was killing and robbing in broad daylight in the middle of the road ahead.

The cultivation base of both parties is not low, both are in the initial stage of foundation building.

On one side was a female cultivator dressed in white, with a beautiful, elegant appearance. She was holding a colorful spiritual weapon and was fighting with two skinny men holding mourning sticks on the opposite side.

Jiang Qing had good eyesight and could tell that the colorful ring spiritual weapon of the female cultivator was really good, at least a top-grade second-level weapon. However, even if the spiritual weapon was good, it would be useless if the person was not capable.

The mourning sticks used by the two skinny men, one tall and one short, were just mediocre. They were common stuff on the street and only slightly stronger than the best magic weapons, but they were able to force the female cultivator in white to retreat step by step, gasping for breath and sweating profusely.

The female cultivator in white was unable to cope with the situation, but the two robbery cultivators on the opposite side clearly still had plenty of strength left.

Seeing that they had almost exhausted the former's methods, the two of them did not say anything or look, but used all their strength at the same time with tacit understanding. The two mourning sticks shone brightly with black light, wanting to quickly deal with the lovely female cultivator in front of them and retreat early.

After all, they were robbing people on the road without any cover. If the things on the female cultivator were not so tempting, even though they were familiar with this kind of business, they would not be so blatant.

Although there are no large foundation-building sects nearby, if we encounter the Immortal Dynasty's Demon-Snatching Bureau or some people who have nothing better to do than to do justice, there will always be more trouble, which is not good.

Thinking of this, both of them looked more fierce.

The female cultivator in white was clearly inexperienced in fighting. With just a feint, the colorful ring spiritual weapon was easily swayed and taken away by the tall man's mourning stick.

At this time, the white-clothed female cultivator opened the middle door wide, and the short man's face lit up with joy. His mourning stick grew in the wind and became as big as a small tree. He took advantage of the opportunity to slip in.

The female cultivator in white showed an anxious look on her face, and the ends of her carefully styled hair had already been soaked with sweat, but she did not completely panic.

She took a deep breath, and her broad chest swelled up. With a wave of her right hand, she first called the colorful ring back to her side for protection, and then raised her left hand, her slender white hands gently brushed, a breeze flowed by her side, and she sent out more than ten first-grade top-grade thunder talismans.

In an instant, dozens of white lightning bolts as thick as a child's arm flashed at the scene, destroying the evil spirits. In addition, the power of the mourning stick was really mediocre. Facing a stack of first-grade top-grade lightning talismans, it was directly struck back to its original form and retreated step by step.

After a few breaths, the thunder energy dissipated, smoke filled the air, and inky debris fell to the ground. As soon as the mourning stick returned to his hand, the short man realized that his spiritual weapon seemed to have become two taels lighter.

"Bitch!" The short man whose spiritual weapon was damaged flew into a rage and cursed loudly.

It's not that he felt sorry for the spiritual weapon, but the female cultivator had so many good things on her body, and the two brothers clearly had a sure win, but they just couldn't defeat her.

If the white-clothed female cultivator used more, wouldn't he get less? This was like watching the sparkling spirit stones slip through the gaps between his fingers. How could he not be angry?
Just as the short man was beaten back, the tall man's mourning stick came again.

This time, the female cultivator in white had learned her lesson. She waved her slender fingers, and when she was close enough to smell the stench attached to the evil spiritual weapon, the colorful ring magic weapon emitted a chaotic mist, and the mourning stick suddenly sank into it and fell to the ground in mid-air.

The tall man's finger seals snapped, and his bent knuckles made a few crisp sounds, and he actually flipped over directly, revealing his bloody flesh and bones, which were clearly visible.

The tall man didn't have time to cry out in pain, but a look of shock appeared on his face, as he didn't want the magic weapon connected to his heart and blood to be controlled so easily.

Seeing this, the short man took back the mourning stick that he had just swung out with great pain, and looked at the beautiful female cultivator in front of him with a somewhat cautious attitude.

Fortunately, after the female cultivator in white controlled the mourning stick with the power of the spiritual weapon, she apparently had no more strength to do anything else. She just gritted her teeth and glared at the two cultivators with raised eyebrows, without any sign of cowardice or surrender.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, and then they simultaneously felt someone approaching from a distance.

The two skinny men secretly thought that something was wrong, and the fierce look in their eyes became even more intense.

The female cultivator in white felt a glimmer of hope in her heart. The two rebellious maniacs in front of her were so bold that even the imperial palace ladies dared to covet them.

If this passerby is loyal to the Immortal Dynasty, or just wants some benefits, he may be able to ask him for help.

"What kind of poor and remote place is Yunjiaozhou? Even those border states in Liangxi Road that are plagued by demons every year are not as unruly as them. If I had known earlier, I should have listened to Sister Fei and waited for Nanny Sun to pick me up. Alas, I am about to return to the palace, but I have to encounter such a thing."

Gun Yuyao had taken leave from the palace for several years. The reason why she stayed in Yunjiaozhou for so long was because she was diligent in making perfume when she was a female official in charge of the Shangqin Palace. She was favored by the Shangqin Palace and was awarded the foundation-building pill.

Her aptitude was very poor, and she was worried that no one would teach her. Even if she obtained the Foundation Establishment Pill, it would be difficult for her to enjoy this opportunity. So she asked for leave and came to Sima Gunjia, who had raised her.

This decision was not a wrong one. With the dedicated teaching of Sima Gun, Gun Yuyao succeeded in a few years and obtained the foundation.

However, she had been staying in the provincial court all these years and had rarely gone out. She had only been in contact with the well-dressed officials and noble ladies. She had never imagined that the world outside the provincial court was so dangerous.

I just bought a few ordinary spiritual objects in the market to prepare perfume as a parting gift for Fei Shuhe and others, but I was targeted by these two evil villains. I really have a hard time.

This was the first time that Gun Yuyao went out to visit a friend without the help of Sima Gong. She showed a trace of regret on her face. She only hoped that the visitor was a gentleman who was willing to help the poor and needy. Otherwise, this time...
Jiang Qingren had seen the battle situation between the two sides clearly before he arrived. If one only judged people by their appearance, it was obvious that the female cultivator in white had encountered an unruly cultivator.

Judging from Jiang Qing's experience of picking up storage bags over the years, this female cultivator in white was most likely someone who had lost money. Otherwise, these two Tribulation Cultivators were obviously used to doing business and would not be so impatient to take action here.

After all, even Jiang Qing knew that there were several good places to kill and rob just ahead.

However, although he knew it, Jiang Qing had important things to do at the moment and had no intention of stopping to uphold justice.

This is not to say that Jiang Qing is used to turning a blind eye to these things, although the head of the Kang sect has always taught Jiang Qing to "mind your own business" so as not to bring disaster to the sect.

It is no wonder that Master Kang has good intentions. One must know that there are countless injustices in the world, and the Chongming Sect, a small family, cannot afford to take on many of them.

But even so, Jiang Qing still did some chivalrous things behind Kang Dabao's back over the years.

However, the situation now is different from the past. Jiang Qing has important tasks to do. It is not appropriate to create unnecessary trouble at this time, so he stopped questioning both parties.

If the head of Kangda was here, since he had decided to let it go, he would definitely take a detour from the battlefield. But Jiang Qing's temper was not like that, and he still went straight ahead, but he didn't look sideways, and was extremely frank, without even looking at either side.

The two men immediately showed joy on their faces. This was good. But they were not the kind of people who should meddle in other people's business. They should put in more effort and take down the girl in white as soon as possible.

If everything goes well, not only can I seize her storage bag and divide the spiritual objects, but I can also take a bite of this curvy and fragrant meat. When I get tired of playing with it, I can sell it to other evil cultivators to use as a cauldron, and make a fortune again.

Money can make people's hearts turn, so the two skinny men didn't hesitate and started moving again.

The short man took out the mourning stick as usual and used the same trick again. The mourning stick had been damaged before, so this time it could only become as thick as a carrying pole. It stirred up a black wind with an extremely foul smell. It seemed that there were wronged souls wailing in the wind, which not only stuck to Gun Yuyao's ears and hurt her, but also smashed towards the latter on the head.

Seeing that Gun Yuyao's colorful ring spiritual weapon had restrained his spiritual weapon and he could not get rid of it at all, the tall man simply abandoned his mourning stick and instead took out a human skin waist drum, starting to beat it "bang bang".

Gun Yuyao took out a small gilded mirror and barely blocked the short man's mourning stick. But the drum beat of the tall man came again, which made Gun Yuyao's mouth slightly open. She groaned and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. This added a bit of color to her beautiful face.

The tall man thought that his human skin waist drum was enough to shake Gun Yuyao's internal organs and cause her to churn. This kind of pain was beyond words. But who would have thought that the latter was in danger and would not let go of this life-saving straw.

Gun Yuyao was heard spitting blood and said in a sad voice: "Ah... Daoist friend, please stay. I am the niece of Yunjiaozhou Tinggun Sima and the female official of Shangqin Palace, Gun Yuyao. I am going to the Qinghan Courtyard of Fei Family in Xiaohuan Mountain, Pingrong County to look for a close friend. Daoist friend, please save me. My family is not bad! I will definitely reward you generously!"

The two robbery cultivators on the opposite side turned a deaf ear to Gun Yuyao's plea for mercy.

This title is indeed intimidating and may not be false. However, as long as they are two rootless cultivators wandering around the world without any relatives or disciples to burden them, the Yunjiao State Court may not be able to find out who did it as long as they do things cleanly.

After the matter is accomplished, they will hide in the territory of Liangyi Sect. It will take at least 30 to 40 years for Yunjiao State Court to find them. 30 to 40 years?

The accumulated prestige of the Liangyi Sect cannot be dispelled so easily, and now there are still a large number of people who believe that these outsiders in the main town of Yunjiaozhou Court do not even have a golden elixir, and their arrogance is just a manifestation of their outward strength but inner weakness.

In the eyes of these people, once the Jindan-level cultivators of Liangyi Sect took action, the cultivators of Yunjiaozhou Court, led by Kuang Liuting, would have no choice but to return to the capital in embarrassment.

If that’s the case, then what is there to be afraid of?

Besides, if the two of them could really capture a female official from the imperial palace and present her to the Liangyi Sect, they might be able to earn a great future.

Moreover, the slave girl in front of him was very wealthy. After they had done this, she would probably have enough resources for practicing for the next ten years. How could he give her up?

Alas, I was still a little careless. The guy passing by ahead saw me, which is a bit of a disaster. I should work harder and capture this female cultivator as soon as possible. If I have enough time, I will catch up and kill that pretty boy too!
"Gun Shilu's niece? Going to look for the one from the Fei family?"

Seeing Jiang Qing's flying boat stop, Gun Yuyao's brows immediately showed joy, but she was distracted and let the short man's mourning stick brush past Xiao Jian.

The former was careless and failed to dodge, and was hit hard. The second-level middle-grade mountain-guarding talisman on Gun Yuyao's body had already dimmed, and this time it was directly smashed into pieces by the mourning stick, and the light was scattered all over the ground.

"Ah..." Gun Yuyao groaned in pain, and the protective magic spell in her hand dissipated. The sound of the tall man's human skin waist drum became even louder, causing her head to ache and her heart to tremble.

"Huh, we're finally done!" After working so hard for so long, Gun Yuyao finally lost her fighting power. The short man felt relaxed at first, and saw a jade-faced swordsman coming back quickly, waving the flying sword in his hand lightly, with a whistling sound.

Before the sword flashed, the short man felt that he had lost his courage and was half a beat slow to react.

But after all, he had practiced the foundation-building cultivation for more than a hundred years, so he would not be so frightened by a sword from someone of the same level that he dared not fight back.

However, the sword light came too fast, and the companions had just put away their waist drums and taken back the mourning sticks from Gun Yuyao, so they had no time to rescue.

The short man thought that he could dodge the sudden sword attack from the Jade-faced Swordsman with his excellent footwork, agility and cunningness, but in just a moment, he realized that this plan would not work!
"My god, I've seen sword cultivators before. Zifeng Valley's Shen Ang and Feiyue Valley's Shan Sheng are both sword cultivators, but their sword skills are not as terrifying as this kid in front of me! Which big sect raised this elite disciple, and he actually came to us to seek entertainment!"

The short man took out a top-grade magic shield to protect himself. A sword mark several inches deep appeared on the shield, and he tried his best to block the sword light for a moment.

Before the short man could rejoice, Jiang Qing didn't give him even a moment's rest.

The Bailu sword hit, poked, wiped and stabbed, and this rare second-grade intermediate flying sword easily pierced the shield. The shield fragments flew everywhere, and several pieces were deeply embedded in the short man's flesh.

However, he had no time to pay attention to the skin injury at this time. The sword energy invaded and directly cut a piece of his robes. His lower abdomen below the navel felt cold at first, and then hot.

This is the feeling of internal organs being damaged!

Fortunately, after building the foundation, the cultivator's body is not as fragile as that in the Qi training period, otherwise Jiang Qing's sword would be enough to kill the short man on the spot!
The short monk felt sad, and used his self-destructing shield magic weapon to stop Jiang Qing for a moment, then he escaped with his ghostly footwork.

"Is this kid probably a mid-stage cultivator?" The short man thought that the Jade-faced Swordsman was just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, hiding his cultivation level, but he didn't dare to think about the rare Ice Leaf Foundation Establishment.

"You thief!" The tall man was furious when he saw this. He and the short man had known each other for many years and were as close as one.

As soon as he saw the latter was injured by Jiang Qing, the tall man became so angry that his face turned red. He shook the mourning stick in his hand violently and threw it into the air, which dispersed into eight phantoms, each as thick as a small log, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and overwhelming resentment, and gathered towards Jiang Qing from all directions.

Jiang Qing stood still, glanced around, his expression unchanged, and lightly pinched his fingers, the pattern on the Bailu sword lit up, and he drew a line in the air, and three flaming sword auras suddenly swung out.

For a moment, the field was filled with sword energy. This style of swordsmanship directly cut through the resentment and snow, dispersed the ghosts, and exhausted the bones and sticks.

The violent hot sword energy burned the mourning stick so hard that all seven of its parts were fake and one was real. Even though it was only its first clash with the Bailu Sword, there were already several cracks on its body.

The mourning stick was returned, and the tall man rushed to take it out of heartache, but the heat from it burned his palm.

He used his spiritual light and tried to heal the wound on his palm, but it was always washed away by the residual sword energy and became a bloody mess. After trying several times and it still did not heal, the tall man could only endure the burning pain.

Looking up, he saw that the horrible wound on the short man's abdomen had not healed yet, and his internal organs were festering. Many places were even burned into a dark color by the sword energy!
But the shorter man showed no sign of cowardice, and shouted at the taller man: "Second brother, wealth and honor come from risk! Today, I am invincible!"

"I'm invincible!" The tall man roared wildly, and then he just hit the human skin drum with the mourning stick like a madman.

It was obviously not an easy task for the tall man to operate two spiritual weapons at the same time. Just by looking at the color gradually fading from his face, one could tell that the consumption of spiritual power must be terrifying.

But the effect was immediate. Visible sound patterns came one after another. Jiang Qing was shocked and frowned. He made a wrong move in the finger gesture and the Bailu sword was almost knocked away by the mourning stick. He almost came to his senses and was almost hit on the head by the mourning stick.

Gun Yuyao was knocked to the ground by the shock and fainted.

Jiang Qing had never thought that this female cultivator was so incompetent that she couldn't help at all. Fortunately, the two people in front of him were not very capable, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome.

However, even though these two were not very skilled, they were genuine foundation-building cultivators. Although Jiang Qing thought he could win, it would definitely take a lot of effort.

"What we need to consider now is whether to take Gun Yuyao away directly; or whether to kill these two bastards first and then take Gun Yuyao away calmly."

Don't look at the short man's angry look now. Jiang Qing has seen this expression many times and can tell that he is a bit fierce but weak. The tall man, on the other hand, is a bit honest and straightforward. If the situation changes, he will most likely be sold out by the short monk.

Jiang Qing instantly had an idea in his mind. He endured the pain in his heart caused by the drum beats and fired three sword lights in succession, targeting the short monk.

The latter showed a look of horror on his face. The only top-grade defensive magic weapon in his hand had been broken, so he had no choice but to hold the mourning stick across his body to block again and again.

How could this poor spiritual weapon, which was of mediocre quality and had been damaged by Gun Yuyao's thunder talisman, hold out for long? It didn't take long before it was chopped by several sword lights and had many gaps and cracks.

"Second brother! Help me!" the short man shouted loudly, his face full of anxiety.

"Okay, don't panic, big brother. I'm here to help you!" The tall man said this, but he changed direction and reached out to Gun Yuyao's storage bag.

"Whoosh", the sound of wind arrives before the sword energy.

The tall man looked at his right hand that was cut off at the wrist, and then raised his head to see that Jiang Qing was still using a flying sword to suppress the shorter man so that he had no power to fight back. It seemed as if he had done it casually without even turning his head.

"He actually guessed it!"

The tall man's eyes were filled with shock and he was terrified. He endured the severe pain and groaned. Without any hesitation, he turned around and left without looking back.

"Second brother!" The short man who was expecting the tall man to come and die with him howled miserably. The sword light came again in front of him and cut him so hard that he had no time to speak. He could only curse his sworn brother in his heart for being so heartless and having hidden himself too well all these years!

The short man was unable to do anything and could only hold out under Jiang Qing's flying sword for half a pack of cigarettes before the wound in his lower abdomen was invaded by the sword energy again. His organs that had been burned were cut into pieces and his entire body was cut into two parts.

Even if he was a true cultivator, how could he survive with such injuries? !

The owner of the Bailu Sword inherited the cautious nature of one of his senior brothers. As the sword tip sharpened, a buzzing sound was emitted, and all the scattered yellow and white on it were dispersed and disappeared by the sword energy. A very thin line of blood appeared on the neck of the short man who was several feet away.

Jiang Qing stretched out his hand and lifted the short man's Liuyang head by his hair. He held it in his hand and then he felt relieved.

He then skillfully used the flying sword to lift the storage bag in front of him. This short man was not wealthy during the foundation-building stage and could even be said to be poor. It was no wonder that his spiritual weapon and skills were so mediocre that he still had the audacity to kill people and steal treasures.

Jiang Qing didn't think much of the things here, but it was an unexpected fortune. He still owed the sect a lot of rewards, so he had to thank the Taoist for paying it back for him.

As for the one who escaped, there is no need to worry too much. That person is not very capable, but he is a bit cowardly and runs faster. Even if the eldest brother meets him, he can easily kill him.

Besides, Jiang Qing didn't think that he would come back to seek revenge against Emperor Chongming for the sworn brother he had abandoned.

After cleaning up the scene once again in a very familiar manner, Jiang Qing mentioned Gun Yuyao, glanced at this palace lady who was more beautiful than a flower, took her pulse, and after confirming that her life was not in danger, he casually fed her a few suitable pills.

Then he wrapped it in a spiritual forge and placed it on the spiritual boat, without wasting any more time, he headed straight for Chongming Sect.

"Sister-in-law seems to be missing something. I wonder if Senior Brother will be interested in this useless Shangqin Palace Dianzhi after he returns to the sect?"

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