Ninth Sister was in a state of mixed emotions, unsure what to say. Logically, the other party had dropped the matter, which was a good outcome. But for some reason, she felt a tangled knot in her stomach. Even now, when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say next.
"Oh? Anything else?"
Ming Qi paused and turned to look at her.
"Well... excuse my intrusion, but I just switched sides. Fei He Sect and Yan Yu Villa will surely bear a grudge. I'm afraid my San Huan Sect will be wiped out in the future. I really don't know what to do. Senior, please give me some advice."
"Oh, I see."
Ming Qi nodded. That made some sense. She assumed Zuo Mingzi and Du Huifeng would be resentful of this matter and would most likely seek revenge against the San Huan Sect in the future.
"Don't you have any experts in your San Huan Sect?"
Ming Qi asked.
Ninth Sister said with a bitter expression, "The Sect Master once possessed the strength of the eighth level of the Xiantian Realm, making him a master in the region. However, just a year ago, he departed alone to explore a ruin. Since then, there has been no news. Rumor has it that he has passed away."
"Is that so?"
"For that year, everything in the Sect depended on Sister Alan and me to maintain it. Now that Sister is dead, I can no longer shoulder the responsibility alone."
Ming Qi pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll consider this matter. Once this matter is resolved, you can return to the Sect."
Seeing that Ming Qi didn't give a definitive answer, Ninth Sister felt a chill in her heart. She knew it was hopeless, but she nodded. Just as Ming Qi was about to turn and leave, she remembered something and hurried forward, saying, "I haven't asked for your name, Senior."
Ming Qi didn't turn around, but simply said, "I am the master of the Glazed Sacred Land on Qiankun Mountain outside the Jiufang Palace."
The Ninth Sister knew of Qiankun Mountain outside the Jiufang Palace, but she had never heard of a Glazed Sacred Land there. How could such a place suddenly appear?
But she didn't have time to dwell on it, much less chase after him to ask. Ming Qi had already left.
Ming Qi didn't leave Xianlong Peak directly, but headed towards Misty Rain Villa.
When everyone in Misty Rain Villa saw the ultimate winner of the treasure hunt approaching, they were terrified, fearing he might kill them all if he got upset.
"Protector Du, how about accompanying me?"
Ming Qi said, smiling at Du Huifeng.
Du Huifeng was already gritting his teeth, and hearing Ming Qi's absurd words, he flew into a rage. He was about to curse, but before he could open his mouth, Ming Qi, who had been walking slowly before him, suddenly vanished. Then he heard a voice in his ear. "Guardian Du, come with me to guard the mountain gate."
Swish!
Before Du Huifeng could react, he saw a flash of light before him, a massive hand seal descended, and then his body whizzed away, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in an unfamiliar space.
Du Huifeng looked up and suddenly saw his companion, Gui Ji, lying unconscious on the ground.
Du Huifeng's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to move, he felt a heavy blow to his back, instantly knocking him unconscious.
Ming Qi quickly dispatched Du Huifeng and headed towards Feihe Sect.
Zuo Mingzi was utterly terrified. He had witnessed Du Huifeng being so easily vanquished by this man. Terror washed over him, and he retreated repeatedly, shouting, "Ancestor, save me! Ancestor, save me!"
"Calling to heaven is no use!"
With a few quick steps, Ming Qi advanced, relentlessly pursuing him.
A bloody shadow spread beneath his feet, and his speed increased instantly. In a matter of breaths, he had caught up with the frantic Zuo Mingzi.
"Ancestor, save me!"
Zuo Mingzi screamed hysterically as he ran, completely lacking the will to fight.
Raising his hand, he struck a seal. Just as Ming Qi was about to throw Zuo Mingzi into the divine map's space like he had done with Du Huifeng, he heard a deep, powerful roar from the distance.
"Who dares to kill one of my disciples? Today, I will see you dead!"
Even before Ming Qi finished his words, he heard a whistling sound piercing the air.
Without hesitation, Ming Qi grasped the Yellow Dragon Spear in his hand. He pointed his finger at the air, infusing it with powerful energy. With a fierce swing, the spear pierced through space and flew out.
With a series of smooth movements, as the spear collided with the powerful gust of wind from the air, Ming Qi had already leaped dozens of feet away, staring intently at the incoming force.
Bang!
The force collided, the sound of metal and stone clashing, and Ming Qi watched his thrown Yellow Dragon Spear shatter.
Only by destroying the Yellow Dragon Spear could he block the opponent's attack.
Then he saw a white shadow fly through the air, appearing in the blink of an eye above the Feihe Sect disciples.
The man's hair and beard were completely white, but his face was ruddy and full of life. His age was indistinguishable. He wore a white Taoist robe embroidered with flying cranes. He held his hands behind his back, his demeanor remarkably composed.
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
At his appearance, all the Feihe disciples knelt and kowtowed.
"Rise," said the Feihe Patriarch calmly, turning his gaze away from the disciples and settling on Ming Qi.
"Who are you? How dare you come to this beautiful land of Sanchuan to kill my disciples and steal my treasure? How can I possibly forgive you?"
The Feihe Patriarch spoke calmly, his face devoid of any anger, but anyone could tell he was threatening death.
Everyone below was eager to see how this man, who had previously displayed his divine power to overpower the others and seize the treasure, would deal with the powerful Feihe Patriarch. It was unclear whether he would summon an even more powerful backer.
After hearing what Patriarch Feihe said, Ming Qi wasn't angry. After all, with the treasure in hand, he'd already won anyway.
"Haha, you're Patriarch Feihe?"
"Yes, it's me. Little kid, answer me."
A cultivator of Feihe's caliber pays particular attention to their opponent's family background. If the opponent has a powerful backer, then even the biggest loss is a formidable one. After all, the higher the cultivation, the more one understands the terrifying power. Simply put, even if the Feihe Sect had a thousand guts, they wouldn't dare to oppose the Jiufang Palace. That's the truth.
"As for me, I'm the lord of the Liuli Sacred Land of Qiankun Mountain."
Ming Qi didn't intend to use the Jiufang Palace's banner this time. The Liuli Sacred Land was already quite powerful, and it was time to make a name for itself. Continuously using the Jiufang Palace's banner would only hinder its own development.
"Qiankun Mountain, the Glazed Land?" Patriarch Feihe pondered for a moment, then said, "I only knew that Qiankun Mountain was the territory of the Jiufang Palace. Who knows when another Glazed Land might have appeared?"
"Haha, Mo Zhonglong allowed me to use Qiankun Mountain. Of course, you didn't know that."
"Oh? Haha..."
Patriarch Feihe suddenly sneered, already having a plan in mind.
He believed his suspicions about the little kid before him were spot on. He figured they must have helped Mo Zhonglong by chance at some point, so he asked the Mo family for territory on Qiankun Mountain. This way, under the watchful eyes of the Jiufang Palace, they would be as secure as a rock.
Others didn't know Mo Zhonglong well, but Patriarch Feihe knew him well. Mo Zhonglong appeared gentle and generous, never fussing over trivial matters, but if something crossed his line, he would immediately turn hostile.
"Hmph! Don't think you can rely on the Jiufang Palace just like that. That's sheer folly!"
Ancestor Feihe sneered inwardly, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.