A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Having learned from his previous experience, Zhou Ping flew straight along the official road this time, showing no intention of approaching the dense forests on either side.

The Flower Valley is filled with an eerie atmosphere. Compared to the mystery and danger of the Yin-Yang Forest, the Three Flowers Gang, which has set up its headquarters here, seems rather ordinary.

In Zhou Ping's view, the area centered on this official road was a relatively safe place. As long as people didn't foolishly venture into the dense forests on both sides, apart from the possibility of brutal robbery by the Sanhua Gang, there would generally be no other dangers.

The hidden places in the dense forest seem to silently abide by a code of conduct unknown to the world, almost never stepping out of the Yin-Yang Forest, only suddenly attacking and harming people after they enter the forest.

After Zhou Ping raised the flying boat to an extremely high position, he silently looked at the endless jungle on both sides and pondered in silence.

Although his flight path had returned to normal, he still felt somewhat uneasy when he thought about what he had done to the Illusory Sea Deer.

"I don't know if the mist maiden has gone back yet. If she discovers the deer demon's miserable state and, in a fit of rage, chases after me recklessly, I'll be in some danger."

"I hope those cultivators from the Three Flowers Gang can delay her a little longer. It would be best if they all died at her hands... That way, I can finally vent my anger."

As Zhou Ping thought this, he increased the amount of magic power he channeled into the lotus leaf flying boat.

Because the lotus leaf flying boat in his hands was of a low grade, he had already pushed its speed to its limit. Even so, its current speed was still several times slower than the flying boat that Qin Changqing had ridden on that day.

Could that flying boat of the other party be a top-grade flying magic artifact?

Zhou Ping began to ponder this to himself.

After a period of training outside, he realized more and more how important it was for a cultivator to possess a flying artifact with extremely high speed. Whether used for traveling, fighting enemies, or even escaping, it had unimaginable benefits.

This also indirectly explains why, among all types of magical artifacts, flying magical artifacts are always the most valuable when compared to other artifacts of the same level.

Among the standard flying artifacts of the Azure Lotus Profound Sect, he had seen flying boats that were better than his own. For example, the one he first rode in, Yuan Zhengze's, was much better than his, but its style and structure were basically an advanced version of the flying boat he was riding. Zhou Ping could tell the connection between the two at a glance.

Although Qin Changqing's vessel was also a flying boat-type magical artifact, its appearance was quite different from all the flying magical artifacts he had seen in the sect before.

Aside from sharing the same flying boat appearance, its structure and style are significantly different from the standard flying boats used by the sect. This is the main reason why he didn't immediately recognize the other party's identity as a Qinglian disciple when he was on board.

If it were any other Qinglian disciple, Zhou Ping would have recognized their fellow disciple status the moment he saw the flying boat after waking up, without them even needing to introduce themselves.

Although it's unknown how fast Yuan Zhengze could unleash his flying boat at full speed, it's unlikely to match Qin Changqing's. After all, the latter had the backing of Ancestor Tianxing and was one of his most valued descendants. True Person Tianxing must have bestowed upon him many valuable gifts. The gifts from a Core Formation stage ancestor are certainly beyond the reach of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators like Yuan Zhengze.

The fact that Qin Changqing simply handed over the precious spiritual materials from the level-two demon beast to Zhou Ping to handle is enough to tell us that Qin Changqing probably really didn't care about those resources.

Zhou Ping even felt that he wouldn't be surprised at all if his prodigy senior brother pulled out one or two top-grade magic artifacts.

Although Qin Changqing only used a mid-grade "Azure Glass Sword" when fighting against the two late-stage Tribulation cultivators from the Crimson Robe Society, he did not reveal any other magic weapons of higher grade.

But after careful consideration, Zhou Ping felt there was only one possibility: the two members of the Crimson Robe Society simply lacked the qualifications and strength to force Qin Changqing to reveal a stronger trump card.

Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, while others risk their lives fighting and killing each other for low-level cultivation resources. The difference between people seems to be predetermined from birth, and how many people can defy fate?

Zhou Ping's thoughts drifted far away. Before he knew it, he had flown more than halfway through Flower Creek Valley, several times faster than when he first passed through the area, which he had been traveling with many stops.

Thanks to the spiritual spring water within his body, he not only felt no fatigue at this moment, but his cultivation level also seemed to have improved slightly again.

As he flew at full speed, his internal energy was constantly being consumed and replenished, which was like a different kind of cultivation for him, from which he benefited greatly.

Another day passed, and the lotus leaf flying boat finally stopped flying at high speed, slowly and steadily descending from the sky. Zhou Ping stretched and yawned, got up and got off the flying boat, and waved his hand to put it away.

The pursuers he had feared along the way did not appear, which greatly relaxed his tense mind. At this moment, looking at the small town in the distance, shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun and with wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, Zhou Ping grinned and revealed a cold smile.

He's back in Sanhua Town.

Logically speaking, with such a bountiful harvest, he should have avoided causing trouble and returned to his sect as soon as possible to immerse himself in intensive cultivation.

But Zhou Ping seemed to have a deep-seated obsession: to wipe out the Three Flowers Gang. He didn't want to let any of the ladies or the ordinary bandits inside go.

Especially that first waiter, even if he was just an ordinary person, he still wanted to calculate the cost and interest with him.

What Zhou Ping didn't know was that the other party had already gone to meet the King of Hell, and had been thrown out to be fed to wolves by the Third Lady's men long ago.

As usual, before evening, the streets of Sanhua Town were deserted, with few people and few shadows.

This time, Zhou Ping didn't swagger into the town like before. He was there to kill someone, so he naturally wouldn't easily reveal his whereabouts.

In the heart of the town, in the stronghold of the Sanhua Gang, although it was already dark, the place was brightly lit and filled with people, creating a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Zhou Ping looked down at everything in confusion, wondering why the place had become so desolate.

"Has something happened here?"

He frowned and looked at the tall pavilion not far away, noticing its layout and design that were extremely similar to those of Cui Shui Town. His figure then vanished from the spot.

But as soon as Zhou Ping approached the pavilion, his brows furrowed even more.

A series of plaintive and melodious moans emanated from the attic, yet Zhou Ping heard them clearly.

Outside the room in the attic, a figure stood silently, quietly guarding the place. Although his face was expressionless, a lewd glint would occasionally flash in his eyes as he listened to the melodious moans coming from inside the room.