The strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty

But then, as if she had thought of something, Su Lingwei leaned over, squeezed Li Qingshan, and said mysteriously.

"It is said that Zhou Lao of Tiantong Academy in Lin'an City came from the Qingyang Prince's Mansion."

If you want to smooth things over, you could try contacting Old Zhou, but I don't know how he treats you these days.

After saying this, Su Lingwei lay down on her side, letting the mountain peaks stand tall, and said no more.

After all, he had said what he could and couldn't say. As for Li Qingshan's choice, he couldn't help him. After all, the other party was a notorious villain who was an enemy of the entire Great Qian Dynasty.

Old Zhou?!

Hearing this, Li Qingshan was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that Old Zhou, whom he had met in Lin'an City, would be able to help with this matter. However, he wondered if Old Zhou had returned from that ancient battlefield.

Li Qingshan, with a sudden thought, immediately arranged for Qianqian to go to the Marquis's mansion to search for Old Zhou's whereabouts. After all, whether he had returned or not would be clear at a glance.

If I return, I'll see if I can get the sword blade from Elder Zhou. If not, I'll have no choice but to risk it myself.

I wonder just how strong that Prince Qingyang really is? And how strong is that old guy staying in his mansion?

After a short rest, Qianqian returned with the intelligence.

"Master, Old Zhou is in the Qingyang Prince's Mansion, but he is not in good condition."

His breathing was weak, suggesting he was seriously injured, but his core essence remained unaffected, and he was still circulating his internal energy to heal.

Is Old Zhou injured?

This was something Li Qingshan hadn't expected. After all, on that ancient battlefield, who could possibly harm Elder Zhou?

Or perhaps, after I left, some unknown battle took place on that ancient battlefield?

Despite his many doubts, Li Qingshan, dressed in a black robe, quietly left the Su residence and headed towards the Qingyang Prince's Mansion.

Watching Li Qingshan walk away, Su Lingwei, who was already fast asleep beside her, silently opened her eyes, a complex expression in them, before closing them again and falling asleep.

"Li Qingshan, you must live!"

……

The Prince of Qingyang's Mansion.

Old Zhou, who had just finished his secluded cultivation, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, within which a certain sharp energy faintly danced.

Opening his eyes, Old Zhou revealed a hint of apprehension.

"I never expected that old ghost Wang's sword energy would become so sharp. If my colleagues hadn't intervened, my injuries would probably have been even more severe."

However, it's not necessarily a bad thing. This way, I can safely return to the Prince's Palace to cultivate in seclusion. I just wonder how Qingshan is doing?

Thinking of this, a look of worry appeared on Old Zhou's face.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out beside Old Zhou, shocking him.

"Old Zhou, Li Qingshan has come to request an audience. May I see him?"

brush!

Old Zhou suddenly stood up, his eyes like those of a hawk, staring intently at the source of the voice, his expression changing frequently.

"Who are you?"

Old Zhou didn't believe that Li Qingshan could leave that ancient battlefield. After all, it was surrounded by many grandmasters, and even birds and beasts couldn't fly away. How could Li Qingshan leave?

It wasn't until Li Qingshan appeared that all of Old Zhou's doubts were completely dispelled.

"Greetings, Elder Zhou. My status is special, which is why I resorted to this measure. Please forgive me, Elder Zhou."

At this moment, Li Qingshan was spotless, dressed in a black robe, and exuded an air of elegance.

"Haha, Aoyama, it really is you!?"

Old Zhou stood up, quickly stepped forward, and tightly grasped Li Qingshan's hands, his face full of surprise.

However, the next moment, the shock on Old Zhou's face intensified. He released his grip and trembled in disbelief.

"You, you've broken through! The aura you exude is clearly something only a Grandmaster possesses. Could it be that you obtained some fortuitous opportunity on that battlefield?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingshan could only smile wryly and directly revealed the truth about the ancient battlefield.

"Old Zhou, what opportunities are there in that ancient battlefield?"

All that remains are scraps left by our predecessors; treasures and techniques have long been taken away.

"I only managed to break through to my current level thanks to that Nine-Bend White Deer Ginseng; otherwise, I would have perished long ago, possessed by that vengeful spirit."

Hearing this, Old Zhou felt a little relieved.

After all, the ancient battlefield was indeed as Li Qingshan had said.

The place is fraught with danger, and treasures are scarce. Moreover, how much spiritual power can a treasure possess that has survived such a long period of time? As for elixirs and cultivation techniques, that's utter nonsense.

Even if there is something extremely precious, how many people can obtain it unless they have great luck or great strength?

"Please sit down!"

Old Zhou waved his hand, gesturing for Li Qingshan to sit beside him, and said with emotion.

"Back then, because I had a close relationship with Lord Liu, I wanted you to marry that girl Ruyan."

But now, everything has changed; life is unpredictable.

Li Qingshan nodded, his heart filled with many emotions.

After all, according to his original plan, he should be a real marquis now, enjoying pleasure day and night. How could he have become a pursuer of the Great Qian Dynasty?

After exchanging pleasantries for a few more times, Li Qingshan finally revealed the purpose of his visit.

"Elder Zhou, to be honest, I have come here to exchange for a priceless treasure."

As Li Qingshan spoke, he took out a boxing manual he had already written, "Dragon Elephant Prajna Boxing Manual," from his pocket.

This is a set of fist techniques passed down from that ruthless empress. Its power is extremely terrifying. Once mastered, every move it makes contains the power of a dragon and an elephant.

Its power reaches the heavens, and at its peak, it can even shake the heavens with the strength of its own body.

Whether it was real or fake, Li Qingshan didn't know, but he did know how precious it was.

After flipping through just a few pages, Old Zhou's eyes lit up instantly, and he became so excited that his face flushed.

"this?!"

Slowly closing the boxing manual, Old Zhou finally voiced his concerns.

"Qingshan, this fist technique is indeed invaluable. I just don't know what you want to exchange it for. If it's just a trivial matter, you don't need this technique; I can certainly help you."

Li Qingshan did not hide his thoughts and spoke them out clearly.

"I want the tip of the sword I brought from the ancient battlefield!"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhou frowned, put down the booklet in his hand, and a look of worry appeared on his face.

"Qingshan, to be honest, this matter is not something I can decide."

The sword tip you need should be in the hands of the Prince of Qingyang. This matter is of great importance, and I can only discuss it with him.

As for whether it will succeed, I can't guarantee it; I can only do my best.

Li Qingshan nodded but did not take the booklet back.

After all, Old Zhou had saved his life, and even if he couldn't get the sword tip, this fist technique was a token of his goodwill.

Without further ado, Old Zhou got up and left for the Prince of Qingyang, specifically to ask for the sword tip back.

Li Qingshan did not sit idly by and wait for his death. He not only released his spiritual energy to observe his surroundings, but also had Qianqian follow him.