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Hearing Jiang Changqiu's words and looking at the moonlight on Ye Qing's face, he could not help but sigh emotionally in his heart.

In a place as barren as the Tang Country, regardless of whether it was a heavenly material or divine fruit, even the worst of them, a mere half of a spiritual herb that could not even be considered a low-grade spiritual herb was viewed by countless people as a priceless treasure.

Just like Jiang Changqiu, just drinking a small cup of tea steeped in Elemental Energy would be enough to make him lose his mind.

In fact, in Ye Qing's eyes, the fragments of the Alchemy pot that were treated as trash were enough to excite Jiang Changqiu just because of their slightly permeating medicinal powers.

He would compete with the Heavens and with others.

The beggars guarding the street did not hesitate to abandon their dignity and were not afraid of being looked down upon. They only fought for that steamed bun so that they would not starve to death.

Those farmers in the countryside did not hesitate to leave early and return late, and did not hesitate to work day and night just for the sake of the copper coins, so that their families could live a better life.

The officials who were in charge of the imperial court did not hesitate to plot and schemed against each other. They only fought for a sliver of power, so that their black muslin hats would be even higher …

All life in this world, regardless of whether it was high or low, no matter if it was life or death, would be up for grabs!

And on the path of Immortal cultivation, it was the cruelest.

One step short of a move would result in his death and his soul dispersing. Only by fighting to the end and winning everything would one be able to reach the end of this Immortal path of cultivation.

Ye Qing looked at the moonlight as his thoughts gradually drifted away.

At the side, Jiang Changqiu watched Ye Qing's eyes become increasingly distant and profound, as if he had seen the gaze of an ancient times. His heart couldn't help but tremble, and he felt even more reverence towards Ye Qing.

"Okay, after you drink this cup of tea, pack your stuff and go to sleep. We will be leaving for the Yin Dragon Pool tomorrow."

Recovering from his thoughts, Ye Qing calmly instructed Jiang Changqiu as he lowered his head to look at the teacup in his hand. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

"As for this tea, as long as you respect me as your master and do your best for me, there will naturally be more for you in the future." It might even be better than this tea. For example, teaching you the mysteries of the Tao technique or imparting you the wonders of longevity is not impossible. "

Upon hearing this, Jiang Changqiu's heart was greatly shaken, and he hurriedly knelt down in front of Ye Qing.

"This humble one is Jiang Changqiu. I am willing to honor you as my master and obey the commands of my lord. I will go through fire and water with my life, and I will not refuse!"

He kept on kowtowing as he spoke.

He had lived for more than half of his life, and he was at the end of his tether. He had barely managed to cultivate to the middle stage of the Dao Seeking stage, so he had long felt powerless. Now that Ye Qing had the intention to help him, he naturally would not let him off.

Ye Qing looked at Jiang Changqiu's serious expression and faintly smiled, neither denying nor denying anything.

"Alright, let's go pack."

"Yes, my lord!"

The next morning, the two of them were gathered outside the relay station with the Princess of Qiongzhou, Jiang Yixin.

In addition to Foreign Dignitary Wang, there were over fifty guards and their entourage on horseback. Adding in Ye Qing and his carriage, there were almost sixty people forming a long line on the street.

At this time, Jiang Yixin was frowning as she looked at Ye Qing in disbelief and said, "Hey! "Jiang, you're not planning on bringing this guy along, are you?"

Over the past few days, she had asked the assailants to listen in detail for Jiang Changqiu's information. He knew that he was indeed a master of magic. Even if he was inferior to Guest Warrior Wang, he was not far off.

But Ye Qing was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was thin and weak.

Especially after that day, she had even asked Foreign Dignitary Wang and found out that Ye Qing did not have the mana of a practitioner, nor the inner strength of a martial artist. He was a complete ordinary person.

Bringing such a trash to the Yin Dragon Pool, wouldn't that be dragging her down?