In today's China, martial arts, Taoism, and even technology coexist, unlike the worlds in Emperor Haoyang's memory, where all of them are developed in the same direction. For example, in Tianwu Continent, martial arts are the absolute overlord, and Taoism and technology have almost no living space. In a world dominated by Taoism, martial arts and technology are both in decline, and technological civilization even relies on strengthening fluids to improve individual strength, which has almost nothing to do with cultivation.
"What do you need me to do?" Yang Qi looked at the Blood Cloud Ancestor standing beside him.
"We don't need to do anything for the time being. Taixuanmen will arrange for Taoist people to come forward and notify us when we are needed to take action." said the Blood Cloud Ancestor.
Yang Qi nodded slightly. Taixuan Sect's move was certainly intended to prevent the Southern Border Holy Land from growing stronger, but there was probably another meaning, which was to strengthen Taixuan Sect's influence in Taoism.
Yang Qi was not surprised by this. After all, the practitioners in the holy land were also human beings, otherwise they would not fight for resources.
"Brother Yang, excuse me for asking, what level of cultivation have you reached now?" Ancestor Xueyun looked at Yang Qi and said.
“I have barely reached the fourth level of the fetal breathing state.” Yang Qi had no intention of concealing his own cultivation level. After all, if he met people from the holy land, they would probably be able to detect his cultivation level. There would not be much use in concealing his cultivation level.
"The fourth level of the fetal breathing realm?" Upon hearing this, there was a hint of horror in the eyes of the Blood Cloud Ancestor.
It had only been a few months since he and Yang Qi last met, and Yang Qi had actually reached the fourth level of the fetal breathing realm. One should know that in the history of the Blood Cloud Tower, the strongest tower master had only reached the third level of the fetal breathing realm.
In the past one or two hundred years, the owner of the Blood Cloud Tower has only cultivated to the first level of fetal breathing.
"Brother Yang is indeed an extraordinary person." Ancestor Xueyun smiled bitterly.
He has been practicing for several decades, but he is only at the late stage of the first level of fetal breathing. In this life, unless something unexpected happens, it is impossible for him to step into the second level of fetal breathing. But Yang Qi has reached the fourth level of fetal breathing in such a short period of time. If he didn't know that Yang Qi was not a warrior from the holy land, he would have suspected that Yang Qi was a warrior from the holy land.
"It's just luck. I participated in a martial arts competition some time ago and had some opportunities in Huashan. Otherwise, I wouldn't have entered the fourth level of fetal breathing so quickly." Yang Qi said with a smile.
Martial arts meeting? Chance
Blood Cloud Ancestor looked at Yang Qi in astonishment. For a gathering of the Dark Power level at the Martial Arts Conference, not to mention Blood Cloud Ancestor, even the several hall masters of the Blood Cloud Building would not bother to attend. But Yang Qi actually said that he encountered an opportunity at the Martial Arts Conference
"Enlightenment." Yang Qi smiled slightly.
hiss~
Ancestor Xueyun took a deep breath, with a hint of bitterness in his expression. The opportunity of sudden enlightenment is hard to come by. No wonder Yang Qi was able to enter the fourth level of fetal breathing in such a short time. It turned out that he had encountered a sudden enlightenment.
Even the strong ones in the holy land would be extremely envious of this opportunity.
"Brother Yang, this is the token of Taixuan Sect. Someone from Taoism will be responsible for contacting you when the time comes." Ancestor Xueyun handed an ancient token to Yang Qi.
The material of this token is very special, and even an ordinary warrior in the fetal breathing state would find it difficult to destroy it.
After putting away the token, Yang Qi left the villa.
…
Southern Xinjiang, in the underground palace.
"Holy Envoy, this is the essence of flesh and blood you need." The Nine Thousand Year Old Man moved his hands, and several blood-colored poisonous insects appeared in his hands. Each of these blood-colored poisonous insects contained a huge vitality and energy.
"Well done, I will report to the sect master." Not far away, a middle-aged man looked at a few blood-colored poisonous insects and nodded with satisfaction. These poisonous insects were from their Southern Border Holy Land, and were used to collect blood and flesh essence. These blood and flesh essences were rare cultivation resources.
"Holy Envoy, in order to collect these essences of flesh and blood, my son was beaten and killed. Please take charge of this matter." The Nine Thousand Year Old Man said hurriedly.
After hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned and said thoughtfully, "You should know that it is not convenient for me to take action. Those guys are watching me in secret. Once I take action, it will only lead to their counterattack. This time, collecting resources has made those guys unable to sit still."
"I naturally understand this, but my son's revenge..." Jiu Qiansui said somewhat unwillingly.
"There is no rush for this matter. Let's finish the tasks within the sect first, otherwise neither you nor I will have an easy time." The middle-aged man groaned.
Hearing this, although the Nine Thousand Year Old Man felt somewhat unwilling, he did not dare to refute the middle-aged man's words. Although in terms of strength, he was not weaker than the middle-aged man, the other party was the Holy Envoy of the Holy Land after all, and he did not dare to blatantly disobey him.
"How are the preparations I asked you to prepare going?" the middle-aged man suddenly asked.
"It's ready." Jiu Qiansui said.
"Send it to me later." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled and left the hall.
After the middle-aged man left, the Nine Thousand Year Old's face turned gloomy.
"Damn it." Qiansui had a murderous look on his face. He had originally planned to send the several furnaces he had carefully cultivated back to the Holy Land in exchange for some cultivation resources. After all, in today's martial arts world, martial artists at the fetal breathing level would have no chance of success, but it was too difficult to rely on absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth. He did not expect that the middle-aged man would take away the furnaces he had cultivated for many years. If the other party did not represent the Holy Land, how could he swallow this breath
"Someone come here." Jiu Qiansui said coldly.
"Ancestor." A Hua Jin warrior came cautiously in front of Jiu Qian Sui. During this period, Jiu Qian Sui's personality was more changeable than before. Even the warriors in the palace were not few who died in his hands.
"Send Chunhua and Qiuyue to the Holy Envoy's room." Jiu Qiansui said in a deep voice.
"Yes." Upon hearing this, the Hua Jin warrior respectfully left the hall.
"Let me show you how to enjoy it. The things in the miscellaneous family are not so easy to get." Jiu Qiansui smiled coldly, and disappeared from the hall in a flash.
…
The next morning, Yang Qi had just finished breakfast when he received a call from Tang Xinjie.
"It's so rare for you to call me." Yang Qi said with a smile.
"Something happened a few days ago, so I plan to take a rest these days. Are you free to accompany me for a walk?" Tang Xinjie's voice came from the phone.
"Of course." Yang Qi nodded. Tang Xinjie obviously didn't want to say more about the kidnapping, but she was an ordinary person after all. She was suddenly kidnapped by a gangster. Although she was not injured, she was probably scared.
The two agreed on a place, and Yang Qi drove there.
As soon as I arrived, I saw a group of people gathered on the street. It seemed like something had happened.
"Where are you? Why can't I see you?" Yang Qi called Tang Xinjie.
"Yang Qi, I..."
Tang Xinjie's voice came from the phone, but her voice was soon drowned out by the noise, as if something had happened to Tang Xinjie.
"Could it be..." Looking at the crowd, Yang Qi quickly got out of the car and walked over.
As soon as I squeezed into the crowd, I saw Tang Xinjie was surrounded by two middle-aged people, a man and a woman. There was an old man lying on the ground beside them. From what the man and woman said, it was not difficult to hear that Tang Xinjie accidentally hit the old man when she parked the car. (To be continued)