Dark Immortal Cultivation

boom! boom! boom!

Just as Zhang Qing was about to leave, someone banged on the door, shaking off a lot of dust.

The person who came was extremely rude. If the door hadn't been so sturdy, it might have been smashed to pieces on the spot!

Zhang Qing was startled and asked sharply, "Who?"

While questioning him, he pulled out the Explosive Flame Talisman and held it in his hand.

The next moment, someone outside shouted impatiently, "Open the door! Our boss wants to see you!"

They stopped banging on the door.

Zhang Qing took a deep breath, countless thoughts racing through his mind, but he still stepped forward and unlatched the door.

Squeak!

The door opened, and three men were standing outside.

One of the men was burly and had a fierce face, with a long scar on his left cheek that added to his menacing appearance.

Xu Wu!

Zhang Qing recognized the other person at a glance.

His current residence is called "Little Stone Village," located on the outskirts of Los Angeles, and is an outpost.

The entire camp consisted of hundreds of stone houses of various sizes and had a population of over a thousand.

Among the many settlements around Luoshan City, Xiaoshiji was not large in scale, but it had no shortage of all sorts of chaotic things.

There are two gangs in Xiaoshiji alone, and countless small groups of people are constantly fighting each other for territory and resources.

Xu Wu was the leader of a small gang. He was at the third level of Qi Refining and was brave, warlike, and had a violent and fierce temperament.

The enemy's hideout was only two alleys away from Zhang Qing's residence, quite close.

Suppressing his intense unease, Zhang Qing took a step back and asked in a composed yet firm manner, "So it's Brother Xu Wu. May I ask what brings you here?"

Xu Wu's cultivation level far surpassed his, and he also had two underlings with him.

Once a conflict breaks out, Zhang Qing has absolutely no chance of winning.

So we can only swallow our anger for now.

But Zhang Qing also gripped the Blazing Flame Talisman tightly in his hand!

Xu Wu snorted, his jackal-like eyes fixed on Zhang Qing, a meaningful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He stood in front of the door and said slowly, "Zhang Qing, don't say that your fifth brother doesn't take care of you. I'm going to give you a good job now..."

Xu Wu pointed to a stone house diagonally opposite Zhang Qing's house: "You know Old Chen, right? Keep an eye on him for me these next few days. If he gets killed, come and tell me right away. You'll get your share of the rewards!"

Zhang Qing's heart tightened immediately.

Xu Wu did indeed know the old man Chen that he mentioned.

This old cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining was kind and gentle. He had given my predecessor a lot of guidance and help, and the two had a good relationship.

However, Elder Chen was injured a few years ago and has not recovered since; his health has been deteriorating.

He really doesn't have many days left to live.

Zhang Qing knew that there were people in the camp who were always collecting corpses.

It is said that the collected corpses are resold to demonic forces such as Corpse Demon Cave and Yin Sha Cave to be used to refine puppets or magical artifacts.

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the value of the corpse!

Zhang Qing never expected that Xu Wu would get involved in the business of collecting corpses, and that he would even set his sights on Elder Chen.

Seeing that Zhang Qing did not answer, Xu Wu smiled coldly and continued, "Remember, don't touch things you shouldn't touch, otherwise..."

He raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Qing's head from a distance, the threat clearly evident in his words.

Zhang Qing lowered his eyes, his anger almost uncontrollable.

"Walk!"

Xu Wu didn't care about Zhang Qing's reaction at all, and turned to leave after he finished speaking.

After he and his two men had walked a short distance, one of the men couldn't help but say, "Boss, this kid seems pretty defiant. Should we take him?"

He made a slashing gesture.

A fierce glint flashed in Xu Wu's eyes: "Don't rush, let's settle this deal with Old Man Chen first."

He paused, then added, "This kid is a collateral descendant of the Zhang family of Luoshan. There are people watching him in the outer city, so we can't make a direct move."

The Zhang family of Luoshan?

Xu Wu's two henchmen exchanged bewildered glances. The man asked in confusion, "How did a member of the Zhang family end up here?"

"Just a small, insignificant family from a collateral branch."

Xu Wu sneered, "My parents are gone, and I was driven out by the clan after they had no descendants. Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing."

The two subordinates suddenly realized what was happening and fell silent.

Xu Wu was confident and his mind was filled with nothing but ruthless exploitation, so he walked even more lightly.

At the same time, Zhang Qing was in a very bad mood.

After arriving in Xiaoshiji, the predecessor was very cautious and low-key, but still could not escape the calamity.

During his time in this new life, he treads on thin ice with utmost caution.

As a result, disaster struck out of nowhere while I was sitting at home!

Zhang Qing knew very well that Xu Wu asking him for a favor was only the first step, or rather, a test.

Once he agrees, it's like he's boarded the other party's pirate ship.

There is absolutely no possibility of disembarking!

If they don't agree or cooperate, Xu Wu, this hyena, will have a reason to turn hostile.

After much thought, Zhang Qing still couldn't come up with a way to break the deadlock.

Escape far away?

No matter where you go, it's a dead end!

Ultimately, it comes down to his lack of strength.

Zhang Qing put the Explosive Flame Talisman back into his storage bag, feeling a sense of desolation mixed with a hint of resentment.

If we're truly at our wits' end, then we'll fight them to the death!

He left home and went to the market.

Stepping out of the narrow alley, a stench of dirt, blood, and a faint putrid smell hit me.

Xiaoshiji is divided into east and west sections by a long street. The street that appears in front of Zhang Qing is the most prosperous part of the entire camp, with shops such as rice shops, money shops, inns, and general stores scattered along the street.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, and they all walked hurriedly with blank expressions. Many of them had storage bags or short swords or daggers hanging from their waists.

Gang members dressed in dark blue outfits also passed by.

Zhang Qing carefully avoided the unfriendly-looking gang members and arrived at the market at the end of the street.

The open-air market was quite lively, with dozens of stalls of all sizes selling all sorts of strange and wonderful items. In addition to the usual items such as food, talismans, and elixirs, you could often find things like scrap metal, withered vines and roots.

I don't know who will want it.

Many of the vendors were down-on-their-luck, low-level cultivators.

At the market, Zhang Qing first spent five small coins to buy five catties of naan cakes.

This type of naan bread is made from unleavened dough mixed with salt and baked until it's as hard as a rock. If you don't have strong teeth, you can only eat it by soaking or boiling it.

But its advantage is that it keeps you full for a long time, and it can be stored for a long time even without being put in a storage bag.

This is the main food source for the residents of Yingji.

Zhang Qing wanted to buy a few more kilograms, but he was short of money and couldn't afford to spend any more.

Then, he wandered around the market, not missing a single stall.

His hands were covered in soot, and he attracted countless glares and scoldings, but in the end, he gained nothing.

Zhang Qing was extremely helpless.

He still hadn't found any clues about "powerful energy".

Strengthening the panel is the last hope!

Feeling listless, Zhang Qing returned home.

Because of his restless mind, he was unable to calm down and cultivate until it got dark, at which point he gave up in despair.

Another half day was wasted.

Boom!Boom!

Just as Zhang Qing took the naan bread, preparing to eat his dinner with cold water...

There was a gentle knock on his door.