Hun Changqing awoke three days later, feeling relaxed and light-hearted. He was in excellent condition.
Hun Changqing was preparing to leave the clan immediately; all his belongings were in his storage ring, leaving him with little to pack.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he ran into the house and rummaged through it. A moment later, Hun Changqing emerged.
He was dressed in a long black robe that completely covered his body, with a black hood.
Anyone from the Dou Qi Continent would immediately recognize this as the infamous uniform of the Soul Hall. Indeed,
this robe was the Soul Hall uniform left by Hun Changqing's father. He wanted to keep a low profile this time.
However, his face might cause him unnecessary trouble, so he simply disguised himself as a member of the Soul Hall. This way, he could easily
shift blame to the Soul Hall when handling matters in the future. The Soul Hall consisted mostly of independent cultivators on the Dou Qi Continent, generally not associated with the Soul Clan.
"Hehehe..."
Clad in a black robe, surrounded by black true energy, Hun Changqing's eerie laughter sent chills down one's spine.
...
Arriving at the residence of the previous Soul Clan elder, a simple and unadorned courtyard, two aged Dou Ling guards stood at the gate, their growth potential seemingly nonexistent.
Even though they were Dou Ling without growth potential, their role as gatekeepers was still considerable.
Hun Changqing's left arm hadn't fully healed, so he couldn't perform the traditional fist-and-palm salute. He could only offer an apologetic smile to the two guards and say,
"Please inform the elder that Hun Changqing requests an audience."
"Please wait a moment,"
one of the guards said to Hun Changqing before turning and heading into the courtyard.
There was no dramatic, opportunistic attack; after all, even in his downfall, Hun Changqing was still a high-level Dou Huang.
The guards weren't fools; they could simply observe from the sidelines. To inexplicably offend a high-level Dou Huang would be utterly foolish.
A moment later, the gatekeeper called out and led Hun Changqing inside. Hun Changqing bowed slightly to the elder of the Soul Clan and said,
"Elder, my body is currently incomplete, and I'm afraid I cannot serve the clan for the time being. I wish to go out to find medicinal herbs for alchemy, and after I recover, I will return to the clan to serve the Soul Clan once more."
The elder of the Soul Clan was not surprised by Hun Changqing's decision. After all, this was the best choice for Hun Changqing. Rather than living a life of idleness in the clan, it was better to go out and take a chance.
Moreover, even if Hun Changqing didn't request to leave the clan, the clan would eventually send him to one of their properties outside the clan, making the most of his abilities.
However, since Hun Changqing had requested to leave, the elder did not object. The Soul Clan had never lacked powerful individuals at the Dou Huang stage; one more or one less Hun Changqing wouldn't make a difference. The
Dou Qi Continent was vast, and opportunities were plentiful .
Letting him go out and if he successfully recovered would be a good thing for the Soul Clan; if he failed, there would be no loss.
"Alright, here is the certificate needed to leave the clan. Take it." The Soul Clan elder handed a white jade pendant to Soul Changqing, then waved for him to leave.
"Thank you, Elder,"
Hun Changqing said, turning to depart.
...
In a desolate desert, at dusk, the setting sun cast its golden rays upon the boundless desert, veiling the endless yellow sand like a thin gauze. The undulating dunes were rendered with sharp lines, appearing even more three-dimensional. Looking around, it was as if one were on a surging golden ocean.
A figure walked across the boundless sea of sand, his feet sinking into the soft sand with each step, leaving a trail of clearly discernible footprints behind him.
Along the way, oases became increasingly scarce, and the surrounding landscape grew ever more desolate. Scattered, withered trees lay half-buried in the endless yellow sand, their gnarled branches resembling pale, withered bones, appearing grotesque and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.
This person was none other than Hun Changqing, who had emerged from the Soul Clan and arrived in the Northwest Continent.
Sensing the true energy within his body, Hun Changqing frowned slightly.
"It will take about another hour to recover my true energy. Flying at full speed, the difference in travel efficiency between a Dou Zong and a Dou Huang is truly heaven and earth. A Dou Zong walks on the void, utilizing their understanding of space, consuming almost no Dou Qi, while a Dou Huang, using Dou Qi Wings, relies entirely on their own Dou Qi for support, having to stop and recover every so often, directly extending my journey by more than half."
Hun Changqing flipped through the map in his hand, examining it.
"I am currently on the outskirts of the Tagor Desert, not far from the border of the Jia Ma Empire. Wutan City is in the northeastern region of the Jia Ma Empire, and I'm almost at my destination. However, this Tagor Desert seems to be Medusa's lair. Should I go check it out first? Become Xu Xian for a while? Oh no, I mean, a Hun Immortal."
Hun Changqing stroked his chin, a strange light flashing in his eyes, but then he shook his head.
Medusa was already at the peak of the Dou Huang realm. Although Hun Changqing possessed considerable combat strength, his
arm hadn't fully recovered, which somewhat affected his fighting ability. Killing Medusa now would be easy, but capturing her alive would be difficult.
Why go there if he wasn't going to capture her? Kill her and make snake soup? Why not use the Nine Netherworld Python to make snake soup?
He should wait until Medusa advanced using her strange fire before capturing her.
Didn't the Medusa clan value fidelity?
He could get her on the train first, then buy a ticket later, coax her well, and she'd be a Dou Sheng in the future.
Queen Medusa was unaware that on the edge of her territory, a complete stranger had already arranged everything for her. If she knew, she would definitely curse him as a "beast!"
Abandoning the idea of causing trouble for Medusa now, Hun Changqing stopped and sat cross-legged, focusing all his energy on recovering his true qi.
An hour later, with a flap of his wings, Hun Changqing soared into the sky, flying towards Wutan City.