Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Powerful Sword Intent_l
Translator: 549690339
Due to spending day and night with Qin Changqing, the ladies of Qin Mansion naturally did not notice anything. However, the maids experienced it more deeply, and as a result, strange noises would always come from the courtyard where the maids lived at night.
Later, the ladies gradually realized that their husband had a unique charm.
Qin Changqing also discovered this. Ever since the level of his Innate Furnace Cauldron reached a high level, let alone young girls, even Iolis and grannies would look at him strangely. There was one time when he went to the depths of the mountain to slay demonic beasts, and Steward Qin went alone to kill one. In the end, the beast, which was comparable to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, let him slaughter it.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
It was only later that Qin Changqing found out the beast was female.
After this incident, he had to be careful about the gender of any dog he met on the road.
“My husband,” Bai Liu whispered, “Many of these people are from the Red Mill.”
“Oh?” Qin Changqing calmly asked, “How many?”
“About half of those Golden Elixir cultivators are from there.’
Qin Changqing nodded slightly.
The people from the Red Mill were different from ordinary cultivators.
They specialized in assassinations and ambushes, with the same cultivation level, they could unleash much greater combat power. Moreover, there was one more thing, they were fearless.
“Senior Brother! ”
“Senior Brother! ”
Several Xuanyi Peak disciples greeted Qin Changqing one by one.
“Senior Brother, it’s been so long since we’ve seen you!” a cute junior sister happily said, “You haven’t been to my cave dwelling for a long time.”
“Yes, Senior Brother, you’ve been away for so long and never came back to see us.”
“I miss the royal chicken Senior Brother made so much, Avoiding Grain Pills don’t taste good at all.”
“Senior Brother, what’s your cultivation level now? I can’t see through it.”
The junior brothers and sisters were so cute. Qin Changqing greeted them with a smile.
“Brother Qin! ”
Another familiar voice came over.
Jin Xiaoxiao enthusiastically joined the Xuanyi Peak disciples, this girl had great talent. During the Sect’s Grand Competition, she was only at Tier 3 Foundation Establishment. In just over a decade, she had reached Tier 8 Foundation Establishment.
If all goes well, she was likely to form her Golden Elixir before the age of fifty.
If she had gone to the Qin family back then, she might have already formed her Golden Elixir by borrowing Qin Changqing’s fortune.
“Enter!” The elder yelled softly.
The disciples took the order and stepped into the crack one by one on their swords.
Whoosh!
Light flashed by.
Qin Changqing appeared on an unfamiliar cliff.
“What powerful Sword Intent.” He looked around, and astonishment filled his eyes.
He saw swords everywhere, near and far. These swords were inserted into the ground, as if they were one with the earth, emitting an inexplicable Sword
Intent.
He didn’t try to pull out a sword.
Because there was a rule in Duanjian Mountain: everyone who enters can only take one sword with them.
As soon as a sword was pulled out, they would quickly be ejected from the barrier.
But each sword was buried in the ground, making it impossible to discern which was good or bad.
So, every time someone came in to test the sword, they would spend a lot of time selecting one.
However, after so many attempts, the Lingxiao Sect had also concluded that the deeper the sword was in Duanjian Mountain, the better it was.
Qin Changqing looked into the distance, seeing that the further in, the higher the terrain, the fewer the swords, and the stronger the Sword Intent.
According to past experiences, that was where the final battle between the two sides would take place.
“Huh?
His eyelids twitched.
In the dark, he felt as if something in the depths of the mountain was drawing him in.
“Sword, Sword Intent...
Qin Changqing pondered for a bit, taking note of his surroundings without noticing any suspicious traces, before heading towards the depths of Duanjian Mountain.
Half a day later.
In a forest.
A squad of around fifteen people gathered here.
Wang Ping’s expression was cold, and he stood with his sword.
The rest were all from the Red Mill.
The barrier of Duanjian Mountain would teleport people randomly, and they had gathered here using a special sensing talisman from the Dayan Dynasty..