As the training cave collapsed, Feng Qingyang had no choice but to escape from it in a panic.
I haven't woken up yet but I can hear a lot of noise around me.
I saw countless monks who looked like managers looking at me unkindly, their eyes were as resentful as those of a woman in the boudoir.
Even if they thought hard, they could not have imagined that such abundant Yin energy could be absorbed by Feng Qingyang alone.
I saw that he had blood-red hair and a pair of eyes that were sparkling and captivating.
"Red Devil... It's the Red Devil!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and the managers who had originally looked at Feng Qingyang unfriendlyly stepped back and looked at Feng Qingyang in horror.
"Red Devil?"
"Are you talking about me?" The thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood everything.
It turned out that his reputation in Guiyuan City had already spread completely. The first time he fought with the Heavenly Demon Prince, he was evenly matched with him. The second time, he killed five cultivators in the early stage of foundation building in a row on the street.
No one knew his name, but he had red hair that looked like blood, and he could kill like a devil, hence the name "Red Devil".
Feng Qingyang was speechless, but still accepted this nice nickname. At least now he looked like a demon!
“Pah, pah, pah!”
At this time, several clapping sounds were heard in the air, and a middle-aged fat man landed on the ground. He looked sleek, and there was a smell of money all over his body. It was hard to tell that he had any cultivation skills at all.
"What a Red Devil!" He smiled at Feng Qingyang, looking at him meaningfully in his eyes, but he did not mention the collapse of the cultivation cave behind him at all.
With his arrival, the managers around him dispersed one after another, as if they knew that his arrival would put everything in order.
Feng Qingyang knew that he was in the wrong. After all, he was cultivating for no reason but destroyed someone's cave. He felt a little embarrassed, so he stepped forward and said, "It was just an accident!"
"Haha... Red Devil is joking! It's just a small cave for cultivation."
The middle-aged fat man grinned and said, "I am honored to meet the Red Devil today. May I ask if you can come to my pavilion to have a chat?"
Feng Qingyang frowned, his mind wavering. There were only two days left before the city lord's marriage proposal, and he still had a lot of important things to do, so he stood there, wavering.
But after all, he was in the wrong, and the middle-aged fat man had no intention of killing him, so he could only clasp his fists and say, "Then I'd better obey your command!"
The two smiled at each other, then rode away on the clouds.
Not long after, the middle-aged fat man descended from the clouds, and below him was a large courtyard with attics arranged in an orderly manner. There were many people there, all of whom were cultivators in the early stage of foundation building. There was not even a shadow of a Qi-refining person to be seen.
I secretly became more cautious and followed him in.
There was no conversation along the way, and they soon entered a pavilion, where they sat down one after another.
"Red Devil... an early stage zombie! His body has a strength of 100,000 kilograms! He is good at close combat!" He took a sip of tea and spoke slowly.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang almost jumped up high. It turned out that this fat man, who didn't seem to have any cultivation at all, could see through his background at a glance.
How could this not surprise him
“Hahaha… Don’t be nervous, Red Devil. Am I going to eat you?” The middle-aged fat man laughed.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang calmed down instantly. Since he was already here, there was nothing to worry about. Besides, although the middle-aged fat man looked extraordinary, his temperament was very easy-going. So he suppressed the worries in his heart.
"How do you know my background?"
"Next! You will know after you watch!"
As he said this, he put down the teacup in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a small jade slip flew into Feng Qingyang's hand.
Feng Qingyang was puzzled, but he still caught it with his hand. After injecting his magic power, a stream of information suddenly flooded into his mind.
"Feng Qingyang...VIP of Duobao Pavilion..."
Pieces of information flooded into his mind, all of which were what he had experienced in the Dark Night Ghost Market.
"Who are you? How do you know my background?"
Feng Qingyang stood up suddenly, and at the same time, he circulated his magic power throughout his body, as if he would splatter blood all over his body if he disagreed with him.
After all, anyone would feel the same way in a strange place, and this person actually knew all his details. How could Feng Qingyang not be shocked
Hearing this, the middle-aged fat man waved his hand and said, "Little friend Red Devil, you are worrying too much. I am the Pavilion Master of Duobao Pavilion in Guiyuan City, and I am also a good friend of Zhu Youqian from the Dark Night Ghost Market, so I already knew about your situation."
After a pause, he continued, "Although I know you have come to Guiyuan City, Guiyuan City is too big after all, and I can't break the rules and use my spiritual sense to look for you, so I can only wait for you to come. After waiting for quite some time, I finally got you!"
After saying that, Feng Qingyang finally sat down. If he was Zhu Youqian’s good friend, then he was definitely not an enemy.
So he said, "I was impulsive. I hope you can forgive me for any discomfort."
As he spoke and laughed, he drank all the tea on the table.
The middle-aged fat man looked Feng Qingyang up and down with a smile on his face, and exclaimed in amazement from time to time.
After a while, he said, "You are indeed a hero. I didn't arrive in time for my old friend's incident that day, which led to a disaster..."
Having said this, he sighed deeply, looking lonely.
Feng Qingyang's heart was moved as he thought of the tragic events of that day. He felt a surge of sadness in his heart. Seeing that the middle-aged fat man did not look fake, he finally let down his guard.
"Senior, there is no need to think too much. Let the past be the past..."
Having said that, he still felt sad. Every time he thought of what Zhu Xuezhu said that day, his heart ached.
Hearing this, the middle-aged fat man finally came to his senses and asked, "Did my old friend give you a Duobao Order that day?"
"this?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang immediately took out the Duobao Token from his storage ring and threw it to the middle-aged fat man.
"Yes... It is this order..."
He was lost in thought as he watched, and after a long while he returned the Duobao Token to Feng Qingyang, saying, "Since you have this token, you are a distinguished guest of my Duobao Pavilion!"
He stood up and said, "Everyone thinks you are a red devil who kills without blinking an eye, but I think you are a man of love and justice."
"Thank you for the compliment, senior..." Feng Qingyang also stood up.
The middle-aged fat man walked around the attic with his hands behind his back for two circles and said, "There are some things I don't know if I should say!"
Looking at his expression, he does seem to be quite conflicted and it seems that he is not sure what to say.
"Senior, please tell me..."
"Do you know that you have become a hot topic in the cultivation world?"
Feng Qingyang frowned, somewhat confused, and asked, "Senior, where do you get this from?"
“It seems that you really don’t know…” The middle-aged fat man sat down and shook his head.
He added: "Now there are many independent cultivators in the world who are hunting you down all over the world!"
"If you hadn't been smart enough to join the Ghost King Sect and teleported to Guiyuan City so quickly, I'm afraid you wouldn't be living as easily as you do now."
"But now that you have made a high-profile appearance in Guiyuan City, I am afraid that many people have already targeted you in secret!"
So that's how it is. Feng Qingyang smiled. He didn't care at all about being hunted or blacklisted. Now he was already an early stage wandering zombie. As long as he didn't encounter anyone at the peak of foundation building or half-step golden elixir, it would be like a piece of cake for him to kill those at the early stage of foundation building.
So he said, "It's still uncertain who will kill whom, you are worrying too much, Senior!"
"That's true. After all, the Red Demon friend killed five early foundation-building cultivators in one battle, which really shocked many people... But..."