I tamed beasts and achieved immortality in the world of cultivation.

Three zhang!

Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters)!!

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters)!!!

"Sky-Piercing!"

Chen Qing roared inwardly.

"squeak----!"

A sharp screech came from behind.

The sound started as a monkey's squeak, but it quickly changed, becoming deeper and more violent, and finally turned into a deafening roar!

"roar--!!"

The rubble exploded!

A massive figure swept over Chen Qing's head, bringing with it a gust of wind and an aura of earth-shattering force, and met Yang Ming's fist head-on!

"Bang--!"

The two fists collided, creating a shockwave that sent fallen leaves flying and pebbles flying everywhere.

Yang Ming's smile froze as his fist was firmly caught by a giant fist a full size larger than him, which was even pressing back little by little!

Yang Ming looked ahead, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Standing before him was a giant red-eyed ape, eight feet tall, with muscles bulging like rocks, and magma flowing beneath its fur. Its eyes were blood-red, and the three golden hairs on its head had turned completely crimson, like three clusters of burning flames.

Fierce, tyrannical, and arrogant.

Qingtian looked at Yang Ming, opened his mouth to reveal a set of sharp fangs, and let out a low roar.

Yang Ming's expression changed, and his steps became unsteady. Before he could retreat, a ball of white crane flames roared from the side, heading straight for his face!

Yang Ming gritted his teeth and pulled away, narrowly avoiding the attack. But before he could catch his breath, three crystal-clear ice spikes flew over, blocking all his escape routes!

"Aura Shield!"

Yang Ming shouted, and a golden talisman flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a golden shield in front of him.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three ice spikes struck the protective shield, splashing up three bursts of spiritual light. The shield remained unmoved, but then Qingtian arrived and unleashed three powerful punches, shattering the shield with a deafening roar!

Yang Ming's face turned deathly pale. He raised his arms to block the aftershocks of the Heaven-Supporting Fist, but was forced back several steps. The sleeves of his clothes tore apart, revealing his bruised and purple skin.

Just then, Dan Yu's wings swept across, carrying the white flames of the Crane Heart, aiming straight for his waist and abdomen!

Yang Ming was unable to dodge in time and was struck in the side by the blow. He was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground, leaving a large, charred hole in his robe.

He struggled to his feet, but before he could even stand up, three ice spikes flew silently from the side.

"Pfft!"

Three ice spikes struck the same spot in Yang Ming's waist and abdomen. The last one finally broke through his defenses, piercing through his abdomen and blasting out a bloody hole the size of a bowl.

"ah--!"

Yang Ming screamed and staggered, falling to his knees on one knee. In less than three breaths, the offensive and defensive positions had been reversed!

Yang Ming looked up at Chen Qing, and fear finally showed in his eyes.

"you……!"

Chen Qing didn't speak, but simply raised his finger again, and spiritual energy condensed at his fingertip.

Qingtian and Danyu slowly approached from the left and right respectively.

Yang Ming looked at the bloody hole in his abdomen, then at the Blood Moon Wolf lying on the ground, barely alive, and then at the man and two beasts in front of him. The color drained from his face.

"Junior Brother Chen... let's talk this out..."

He forced a smile, his voice trembling, "I was confused for a moment, you...you spare my life, you can have everything in my storage bag, I..."

Chen Qing looked at him quietly and spoke coldly:

"Senior Brother Yang."

"You said you scouted this place half a year ago. Within a radius of thirty miles, there isn't a single mortal, let alone a cultivator."

"You're right, this is indeed a good place to kill someone."

"pity--"

Chen Qing raised his hand, and three mysterious ice spikes condensed at his fingertips, surrounded by a chilling aura.

"The one who deserves to die isn't me."

"No--!"

Yang Ming turned and fled, pushing his eighth-level Qi Refining power to its limit. He transformed into a blur and sped away from the valley. But Dan Yu was faster. A white shadow flashed past, and Crane Heart White Flame came straight at him, blocking his path.

Yang Ming gritted his teeth and turned around, but Qingtian's iron fist was already waiting there.

"Bang!"

A punch landed squarely on Yang Ming's face, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground. Blood and broken teeth splattered everywhere as he slid several meters across the ground.

Yang Ming struggled to get up, only to find himself backed against the cliff face, just like Chen Qing had been, with no way out.

Chen Qing walked up to Yang Ming, looking down at him with a chilling aura emanating from the Xuanbing Thorn between his fingers.

"Senior Brother Yang."

Chen Qing sighed, "In your next life, don't even think about becoming a beast tamer."

As soon as he finished speaking, three ice spikes flew out simultaneously—

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Yang Ming's pupils dilated, and his body slumped to the ground, blood spreading beneath him and staining the withered leaves red.

Chen Qing stood there, looking at Yang Ming's corpse, exhaled a long breath, and turned to walk towards Qingtian and Danyu.

Qingtian's body began to shrink slowly, his crimson eyes gradually faded and returned to their original golden brown color, and his three crimson hairs also turned back to gold.

He swayed, then collapsed into Chen Qing's arms, a dazed thought escaping his lips:

"Chen Qing...am I...even more powerful than Zhao Yun...?"

Chen Qing felt a lump in her throat and smiled as she rubbed his head.

"Impressive, even more impressive than Zhao Yun."

Qingtian squeaked contentedly, closed its eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Danyu stood to the side, her wing root injured, yet she still held her head high, using her long beak to preen her disheveled feathers, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a minor disturbance.

However, her slightly trembling wings betrayed her weakness at that moment.

Chen Qing took out healing pills from his storage bag and carefully gave them to Qingtian and Danyu. He then tore off a strip of cloth from his robe and used it to bandage the wound on Danyu's wing root.

After doing all this, he stood up and looked at the Blood Moon Wolf, only to find that it was not quite dead yet. Its eerie green eyes were half-open and half-closed, and a faint whimper was coming from its throat.

Chen Qing remained silent for a moment, then slowly walked over.

The Blood Moon Wolf sensed his approach and its ears twitched slightly, but it did not make any attacking gesture. It simply looked at him with its eerie green eyes, which contained neither fear nor hostility, but only a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Chen Qing crouched down, looked directly at it, and the light screen appeared before his eyes—

Blood Moon Wolf (Mutant)

[Realm Level: First Tier, High Grade (Severely Injured)]

[Status: Near death, liberation, a trace of reluctance]

Chen Qing sighed softly.

In the end, this Blood Moon Wolf was nothing more than a pitiful creature. It was driven out of its clan, fell into the Blood Spirit Abyss, and was tainted by blood energy, which damaged its intelligence. Finally, it was enslaved by Yang Ming and turned into a tool for killing and robbing.

But so what?

That's just how the cultivation world is; there are countless pitiful people, and Chen Qing is no saint either.

Chen Qing squatted down and placed his hand on its head.

"Feel sorry."

With a burst of spiritual energy from his palm, a "crack" sounded as the neck bone broke. The Blood Moon Wolf's body stiffened slightly before going completely limp.

Chen Qing put its body into his storage bag, then walked to Yang Ming's body and searched it carefully.

With a few talismans and ashes hidden in his sleeves, a pair of magical boots on his feet, and an identity token inside his collar, Chen Qing took off everything he saw that caught his eye. After confirming that nothing was missing, he took a few steps back.

"Danyu, burn it clean."

Dan Yu gave a soft hum and opened his mouth to spit out a ball of Crane Heart White Flame.

The pure white flames landed on the corpse, and in just a few breaths, Yang Ming was burned to a pile of white ash. Dan Yu then controlled the flames to burn the bloodstains and the soil soaked in blood, leaving only grayish-white ashes in the valley.

Chen Qing activated his spiritual power, and a gust of wind blew away the white ash.

The wind passes without leaving a trace.

Chen Qing mounted the Dragon Scale Horse, carefully stored Qingtian and Danyu into his spirit beast pouch, glanced back at the silent valley, and murmured to himself:

"Heavenly secrets are like a knife, worldly affairs are like a game of chess."

"The so-called camaraderie among fellow disciples is nothing more than icing on the cake when there is no conflict of interest. Once there is enough temptation, they turn on you faster than flipping through a book. This... is the world of cultivation."

Chen Qing gave a wry smile, tightened the reins, and spurred his horse to gallop towards Half Moon Lake.