You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

Chapter 143 Shameless Words

Qi Fei ignored the "sword" and turned to Wu Mengsheng on the boat, saying, "Please finish me off, fellow Daoist."

The sword's strike just now was far more powerful than Qi Fei had anticipated, truly astonishing. However, the cost was equally staggering; the amount of mana it consumed was far beyond his wildest imagination.

After unleashing his sword, he almost ran out of magic power to maintain his flight. He swayed slightly, barely managing to steady himself and avoid making a fool of himself in public.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone.

The sword, suspended in the light, saw Qi Fei's current state.

It swayed, causing the towering beam of light to tremble, and said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Gone in just a moment? You're not so great, are you!"

Without waiting for Qi Fei's reply, it abruptly withdrew its light and flew back into the gourd.

Wu Mengsheng, holding a zither, slowly walked out from the viewing platform.

"What a fine sword! What a fine sword!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with undisguised admiration and praise.

Although this sword is driven by thunder magic and its vessel is a special "sword", its core is the "Dao Ming Sword".

Moreover, it is the pure, clear and concise "Dao Ming Sword", without any impurities or ambiguity, a pure sword!

He was about to place the guqin across his lap and pluck the strings when he suddenly stopped.

Within the clouds, the enormous body of the Dragon King of the South Sea is falling.

Dark clouds surged, lightning subsided, and a dragon-like body, as large as a mountain, plummeted from the sky, accompanied by a howling wind, about to crash into the sea.

But as it fell, an incredible thing happened.

Bubbles emerged from the dragon's body.

Yes, bubbles.

At first, only a few sporadically emerged from the cracks in the dragon scales, their iridescent colors shimmering and swaying lightly, gleaming with an eerie glow in the dim light of the day.

In the blink of an eye, bubbles appeared more and more, denser and denser, covering the entire body of the dragon from wounds to scales, from head to tail.

Then, the entire dragon turned into bubbles right in front of Qi Fei and Wu Mengsheng.

The enormous dragon body, the incredibly hard scales, and the powerful magic—all vanished, silently and completely transforming into countless floating bubbles.

Finally, the bubbles in the sky dispersed, burst, and disappeared in the wind.

"Hmm? Old Mudskipper has this trick up his sleeve?" Qi Fei was quite surprised, his brows furrowing slightly.

He didn't understand the South China Sea Dragon King's escape method.

This move came too suddenly and was too bizarre.

Wu Mengsheng did not answer immediately. He raised his hand and slowly plucked a string, the silent music drifting gently in the wind.

He listened intently for a while before speaking, "Without a trace—truly mysterious. After all, he is a cultivator of the Three Pure Ones; it's not surprising that he has some trump cards."

He paused for a moment, the strings in his hands trembled slightly, and then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"These fish, shrimp, and crabs are still here." Wu Mengsheng raised his head and looked blindly at the dark figures fleeing in panic deep in the clouds.

His tone was nonchalant, yet it carried a chilling killing intent: "Fellow Daoist's sword strike has made my hands itch. I'll go kill some and have some fun."

Before he finished speaking, he was already holding the guqin and stepping into the air, one step at a time.

Amidst the dark clouds, the sea guards who had been cheering and waving flags for the Dragon King of the South China Sea were now completely bewildered.

Where is the Dragon King? Where did the Dragon King go?

They were still looking around, searching for the Dragon King's aura, when suddenly they saw Wu Mengsheng, that god of death, flying towards them with his zither in his arms.

Wu Mengsheng flew with a calm and composed demeanor, as if he were not going to kill someone, but rather to perform a piece on stage.

The sea guards were stunned at first, then every scale on their bodies bristled.

wrong!

Something's wrong!

run!

They scattered with a roar, desperately trying to dive into the deep sea, hide in the clouds, and flee to any corner where they could conceal themselves. But it was all too late.

The sound of the zither begins.

After the song, another bloody storm ensued, staining a large area of ​​the sea red.

Qi Fei ignored the bloodshed and let Wu Mengsheng kill to his heart's content in the dark clouds.

He turned and landed back on the ship, standing steadily on the deck, looking down at the little pig in his hand.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

He held the pig in his hand, and the coldness and resentment on its round face vanished without a trace, replaced by a fawning, submissive, and even somewhat humble smile.

"Boss—" its voice was obsequious, "Boss, spare me, I'll work for you."

As it spoke, it nuzzled Qi Fei's hand with its little head: "I have people under my command, money under my command, and a bunch of silly women."

"As long as the big boss spares me, the big boss will be the 'god' of our church."

"Those people, that money, those women, they all belong to the big boss."

It spoke with increasing enthusiasm, its pace quickening as if afraid Qi Fei would lose patience and not finish listening: "A great master's cultivation requires wealth, companions, methods, and a suitable environment! Look, all of this is here at once—"

"Then, what about the Dao?" Qi Fei suddenly spoke, interrupting its incessant flattery.

The little pig was stunned, its fawning smile freezing on its face: "What?"

Qi Fei sighed softly: "Seeking the Dao certainly requires wealth, companions, methods, and a suitable environment, but one cannot betray one's own Dao for the sake of wealth, companions, methods, and a suitable environment."

The little pig blinked its small eyes, its face showing a confused expression that seemed to say, "What are you talking about?"

"Boss, how is this putting the cart before the horse?" it hurriedly argued. "Black dog or white dog, a good dog is one that catches its prey—"

Qi Fei refused to listen any longer.

In that brief moment of speaking, he gathered a trace of magical power.

He raised his hand, and the lightning net that was slowly dissipating between the giant sea eel and the sky suddenly solidified. All the lightning power rushed to his palm, gathered, compressed, and condensed, finally turning into a lightning bead the size of a fist!

Without hesitation, Qi Fei slapped the pig's incessantly chattering head.

"Boss, no!"

The lightning bolt disappeared silently into the pig's forehead.

Before he could finish speaking, the little pig stopped abruptly.

The true power and the power of lightning erupted simultaneously, sweeping everything away from the inside out.

The little pig's round body trembled slightly in the lightning, then vanished silently like a clump of ashes scattered by the wind.

Clean and spotless, reduced to ashes.

Qi Fei looked at the piglet that had vanished into thin air and said, "I thought you'd come up with some profound insights about 'cause without cause,' but all you've managed to spout is shameless utterances."

He shook his head, his tone filled with undisguised disappointment.

During the short period when the pig was begging for mercy, every word it uttered was an exchange of interests, every word was a calculation, not a single word was related to the Great Way, and not a single word touched upon the "Way" itself.

Spiritual practice is nothing more than a transaction.

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