Cultivation begins with forming a bond with a spirit bee.

Chapter 58 The Iron Pliers Show Their Power (Seeking First Subscription!)

At the gate of the neighboring courtyard, Zhou Ming looked at Qu Ye with some surprise.

"Brother Qu, long time no see! What have you been up to lately?"

Qu Ye was taken aback. He hadn't seen Zhou Ming in a long time either, so he nodded and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, it has indeed been a long time."

"I've been busy with other work lately and haven't been back to stay much."

Immediately, Qu Ye noticed the change in Zhou Ming's cultivation level and cupped his hands in greeting: "I haven't yet congratulated Fellow Daoist Zhou on your further advancement in cultivation; the path to immortality is within reach."

Zhou Ming smiled slightly and waved his hand, "Brother Qu, you flatter me. It's just a breakthrough to the third level of Qi Refining."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and sighed, "You don't come back often now, and Old Liu is gone too. I'm all alone here now."

Qu Ye asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong with Old Liu?"

Zhou Ming looked at Qu Ye, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Dead."

"But this old man lived a full life. He spent his whole life discussing Taoism with the fairies. In his old age, he was leisurely and had nothing to do. When he was about to die, he didn't bother anyone. He just lay down on his bed and fell silent."

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"After the body was discovered, his two children were only thinking about fighting over the three spirit stones he had left, and they didn't even bother to bury the body. I had to carry it outside and find a place to bury it."

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Qu Ye fell silent.

Zhou Ming lowered his head and after a long while, he continued, "Don't laugh at me, Brother Qu, but after Old Liu died, I've been thinking, what's the point of this immortal cultivation?"

"I worked myself to the bone my whole life, never went back to see my parents when they died, and all I got was a hasty burial. I'm not even as good as an ordinary person."

He looked up at Qu Ye: "Brother Qu, after breaking through to the third level of Qi Refining, I've also considered it. I plan to leave the market in the next couple of days and go to the mortal world to enjoy life."

"It's better to live a life of unbridled pleasure than to be ignored by everyone."

"I happened to run into Brother Qu today, so I told him a few things as a farewell."

Upon hearing this, Qu Ye gently patted Zhou Ming on the shoulder.

He actually felt somewhat sentimental about Old Liu's death and Zhou Ming's departure.

Since Qu Ye transmigrated here, the first cultivators he met were these two. Although they weren't close, they could still be considered friends.

However, he wouldn't persuade Zhou Ming to stay. Everyone has their own ambitions, and perhaps leaving sooner would be a good outcome for Zhou Ming.

"Haha, please excuse my poor appearance, Brother Qu. By the way, if you have anything else to attend to, please go ahead and do so. I'll go pack my things."

Zhou Ming forced a smile.

Qu Ye cupped his hands in farewell to this frank and kind neighbor and friend.

"If that's the case..."

"Fellow Daoist, take care."

Zhou Ming, unusually serious, turned away from his usual joking demeanor and returned Qu Ye's greeting.

"Fellow Daoist Qu, may your path to immortality last forever."

After the ceremony, the two exchanged a smile and went their separate ways.

Until Qu Ye walked out of the market.

He cleared his mind of distractions and continued with his plan.

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"After paying the spirit tax at the Hou family's place, I'll go back to the horse farm to pack everything up, buy some spirit rice and medicinal powder, and head directly to Wuliufang Market."

Having made up his mind, Qu Ye swayed, spreading his divine sense to maintain a range that was not too taxing but sufficient to explore the surroundings, and headed towards Cicada Cry Mountain.

Along the way, he found that his body was much lighter and he was at least 30% faster than before.

"As expected of a top-grade first-tier magic weapon."

Qu Ye nodded secretly.

This is the result achieved without injecting any magic power, relying solely on the "lightness" restriction.

If he were to use "Cloud Travel" again, his speed might be comparable to that of a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

Qu Ye looked around, shook his head, and gave up the idea of ​​immediately testing "Wandering Clouds".

Although there's no one here now, you never know when one might suddenly appear.

Since I'm traveling in my original state, it's best to be cautious.

"We'll have to wait until we get back to the horse farm to test it out more carefully."

As he passed a rocky slope, he suddenly slowed his pace and glanced almost imperceptibly at the woodland on his right.

He sensed two distinct fluctuations of spiritual energy.

These two fluctuations of spiritual energy, one chasing and the other fleeing, were clearly not aimed at Qu Ye.

"A treacherous cultivator?"

Qu Ye frowned.

Just as the middle-aged cultivator in the black market had said, the cultivators who had been robbing others were now so bold as to kill and plunder on the road to the Hou family.

He then moved and ran towards the other side of the two waves of spiritual energy.

He didn't want to get involved in this.

Unexpectedly, one of the two spiritual energy fluctuations, the one being chased, seemed to have sensed Qu Ye's presence, changed direction, and ran towards Qu Ye.

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Qu Ye had a thought and was about to inject magic power into the Four Directions Cloud Boots.

Then, the wave, using some unknown secret technique, suddenly accelerated and rushed out of the forest.

Wu Yong, seeing the unfamiliar cultivator before him, was secretly delighted and quickly shouted, "Brother Liu, that person is extremely powerful. The two of us definitely can't defeat him. Quickly scatter and escape to seek reinforcements!"

Upon hearing Wu Yong's shout, the figure behind paused slightly.

In that brief pause, Wu Yong used his secret technique again, suddenly increasing his speed and attempting to escape once more.

On the other side, Qu Ye's eyes flashed with a cold light, and anger rose in his heart.

This person clearly wants to shift the blame and then escape on his own. How could I give him that chance?

Do you really think he's an easy target?

Then, Qu Ye's figure blurred, and the Cold Pattern Sword appeared in his hand.

With the Iron Pliers talent enhanced, the sword rippled with a sharpness.

bass!

As Wu Yong was fleeing towards Qu Ye's side, inwardly praising his resourcefulness, he heard a clear sword ringing in his ears.

He subconsciously activated his protective aura, and the next instant, a feeling of blockage came from the side of his waist and abdomen.

Wu Yong turned his head and saw a magic sword piercing his waist.

Although the wound was not deep, it was covered with a special layer of frost, which slowed down the flow of his magic power slightly.

"Damn it!"

His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He turned his head and prepared to release a spell to kill the lowly cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining in front of him.

He was at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Even though he burned most of his mana to use a secret technique, killing a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator was still a piece of cake.

But at that moment, Qu Ye suddenly loosened his grip, and the Cold Pattern Sword flew out of his hand, now guided by his magic power.

In an instant, a sense of power spread from his arm, and his knuckles tensed.

Wu Yong's attention was mostly focused on the Cold Pattern Sword, and he didn't notice Qu Ye's subtle changes at all.

Qu Ye controlled the Cold Pattern Sword to fly backward, poured his magic power into the Four Directions Cloud Boots, and a cloud of energy flashed beneath his feet. He was like a wisp of smoke, almost instantly closing in on Wu Yong.

Wu Yong's protective aura was hastily erected and further eroded by the cold energy of the Cold Pattern Sword, causing a momentary stagnation in its operation.

Qu Ye's right palm moved upwards along the opening in the protective aura, firmly framing Wu Yong's cheek.

As soon as Wu Yong began to mobilize his magical power, before the spell could even take shape, he felt an immense force clamping down on his face.

The next moment, to Wu Yong's horrified gaze, the middle and index fingers of that hand curled up slightly, then suddenly fell, embedding themselves in his eyes.

"ah!!!"

Wu Yong's mournful shouts echoed in all directions.

Qu Ye felt as if two blisters had been popped on his fingertips, but ignored Wu Yong's shouts.

He made a hand seal with his left hand, channeling his magical power to form a golden spike in mid-air.

The Cold Pattern Sword appeared beneath his feet, providing him with a foothold.

Then, his arm muscles bulged slightly, he gripped Wu Yong's head firmly, and like throwing a stone, he threw Wu Yong toward Jin Ci.

Although Wu Yong's eyes were ruined, his consciousness was still intact.

Sensing the sharp aura of the golden thorn, he gritted his teeth and circulated his internal energy, barely managing to avoid vital areas.

boom!

He crashed to the ground like a dead dog, raising a cloud of dust, blood oozing from his abdomen and face.

However, being a cultivator, such injuries were not enough to completely incapacitate a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Wu Yong endured the excruciating pain, gritting his teeth, and was about to take out healing pills from his storage bag.

suddenly.

A sword tip struck from behind his head, piercing through his skull.

Wu's right hand twitched suddenly.

Without any real struggle, his breath dissipated, and he collapsed to his knees.

A figure slowly emerged from behind him.

The man was dressed in a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a bamboo sword in his hand, and looking at Qu Ye from afar.