Da Ming: The system granted me immortality; I clock in every day.

A burly demonic cultivator with a scar on his face grinned maliciously, and a pale white bone spear, over ten feet long, materialized out of thin air in his hand.

"Remember to keep your eyes open in your next life!"

The scarred demon cultivator roared, his arm muscles bulging, and he hurled the bone spear in his hand.

The bone spear tore through the sandstorm with a sharp whistle, locking onto Li Changqing's brow with the speed of a white lightning bolt.

Even cultivators of the same level would not dare to take such a furious attack from a Core Formation stage demonic cultivator without a superior defensive magic weapon.

Wan'er, kneeling on the sand, gasped in surprise and turned her head away in disbelief.

however.

The anticipated scene of carnage and gore did not materialize.

Li Changqing watched the bone spear hurtling towards him, his expression remaining completely calm.

He neither used any magical weapons nor retreated.

Just a foot away from the bone spear that was about to touch her brow, the mottled Xiangfei bamboo folding fan, seemingly slow but actually extremely fast, was gently waved in mid-air.

A gentle breeze, utterly serene and tranquil, carrying the essence of spring in Jiangnan, slowly rippled across the fan's surface.

The wind was extremely gentle, yet it touched the pale white bone spear the instant it touched it.

"Click..."

The bone spear, harder than iron and tempered by countless evil spirits, crumbled inch by inch in the breeze like fragile rotten wood, turning into bone dust that scattered with the wind.

"What?!"

The scarred demon's grin froze instantly, his eyes widening as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.

Before he could react,

The breeze continued its relentless flow, gently caressing the scarred demon cultivator's body.

The scarred demon cultivator didn't even have time to utter a scream before his entire body melted away silently, like snowflakes in the sunlight.

His physical body, golden core, and even his soul were completely erased in the breeze, leaving only an empty, blood-red cloak that drifted listlessly into the yellow sand.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence enveloped this Gobi Desert.

The remaining four Blood Bone Sect demonic cultivators felt a chill that shot straight from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, instantly freezing their blood.

What extraordinary means this is!

With a single fan, without the slightest hint of smoke or fire, a late-stage Core Formation cultivator was annihilated without leaving a trace!

Even those Nascent Soul elders in seclusion within the sect could not possibly do something so effortless!

The sinister-looking man was deathly pale, and his legs trembled violently.

His instincts, honed from years of navigating the dangers of life, were screaming that the seemingly ordinary man in the blue robe before him was a terrifyingly powerful being capable of crushing them!

"Senior, spare my life! This junior was blind and ignorant, offending your imperial carriage; I deserve to die!"

The sinister-looking man suddenly knelt down, burying his head deep in the yellow sand, and frantically kowtowed, completely devoid of the arrogant demeanor he had displayed moments before.

The other three demonic cultivators were also terrified and knelt down in unison, trembling like leaves.

He slowly emerged from the shadow of the massive beast bone, his deep, unfathomable eyes calmly sweeping over the four people kneeling on the ground.

"Blood Bone Sect? Clear Water Pavilion? Falling Star Secret Realm?"

Li Changqing's voice was gentle and warm, yet it made the sinister man's heart tremble with fear.

"What's the name of this place?"

Li Changqing stopped and looked down at him, asking the question.

The sinister-looking man dared not conceal anything and answered rapidly:

"In reply to Senior! This place is on the edge of the Southern Wilderness, called the Sinking Sword Gobi. We are deacons of the Blood Bone Sect. We were ordered by the elders of the sect to hunt down the remnants of the Clear Water Pavilion and seize the fragment of the map to open the Falling Star Secret Realm. That's how we accidentally entered Senior's secluded place of cultivation."

"Southern Wilderness, the Sword-Sinking Desert..."

Li Changqing carefully pondered the two names, roughly figuring out the location of his ascension landing point.

It seems that the upper realm is vast, and I have only landed in a remote and desolate place.

"You just said you wanted to extract their souls and refine them to use as furnaces?"

Li Changqing pointed with his folding fan at Wan'er, who was standing there dumbfounded.

The sinister-looking man shuddered, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

Knowing that things were unlikely to end well today, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and the white bone rune between his brows suddenly emitted a burst of bloody light.

"Split up and escape!"

The sinister-looking man roared, transforming into a streak of blood-red light as he recklessly unleashed the life-consuming Blood Escape Technique, hurtling towards the horizon.

The other three demonic cultivators also suddenly realized what was happening and unleashed their trump cards to save their lives, fleeing in different directions for their lives.

"If your business is murder and robbery, you should be prepared to die and perish. Why rush off like this?"

Li Changqing sighed.

He did not chase after them.

He simply lifted his right foot, which was clad in a cloth shoe, and casually stomped it lightly on the sand.

"Thump."

A muffled thud that struck straight to the soul.

At this moment, the yellow sand within a ten-mile radius seemed to have been subjected to some irresistible divine decree, and suddenly solidified.

The four streaks of light that had already shot hundreds of feet away in mid-air were frozen in mid-air, like insects trapped in solidified amber.

The sinister-looking man remained in the Blood Escape posture, his eyes filled with extreme terror and despair.

He discovered that he couldn't even move a little finger, and even the true energy within his body was completely sealed off.

"broken."

Li Changqing parted his lips slightly and uttered a single word.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In mid-air, four plumes of blood mist bloomed one after another, like four tragic fireworks.

Four demonic cultivators from the Blood Bone Sect, along with their magical treasures and ambitions, were crushed into dust and vanished in the raging winds of the Sinking Sword Gobi Desert by the power of those words.

A gentle breeze swept by, dispelling the faint smell of blood.

Silence returned to the area beside the massive animal bones.

The female cultivator named Wan'er stared blankly at the gradually dissipating blood mist in mid-air, and the green sword in her hand clattered to the ground.

Her pretty face was blank, her mind completely empty.

Those were five ferocious demonic cultivators at the Core Formation stage! They were enemies who had chased them to the point of having nowhere to run or escape.

Before this senior in green robes, they were reduced to ashes as easily as crushing a few ants.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, senior..."

The elderly man with white hair, who was critically injured and on the verge of death, struggled to get up and express his gratitude, clinging to his last breath.

Li Changqing turned around, walked slowly to the old man, and gently tapped his folding fan. A warm, life-giving energy flowed into the old man's body, protecting his heart meridian, which was on the verge of collapse.

"We met by chance, and I was just doing this on a whim."

Li Changqing spoke in a calm tone.

The old man felt the pure and vast vitality within his body and knew that his life had been saved.

Tears streamed down his face as he trembled as he took the ancient jade slip from Wan'er's hand, held it high with both hands, and presented it to Li Changqing.

"Senior's kindness is beyond my ability to repay. This is the fragment of the Falling Star Secret Realm map that the Blood Bone Sect has been searching for. The Clear Water Pavilion has been slaughtered. A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime. If such a treasure remains in my hands, it will only bring endless disaster."

Only by offering it to our predecessors can we sever the desires of those demonic cultivators.