My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

575 The Three Heroes!

“You certainly are an impressive one,” Qin Huai acknowledged, skirting around the topic.

The little girl beamed as she expanded her list of titles, “Not only am I the leader of the ascetic monks from the Buddhist Sect, I’m also the eldest disciple of the imperial capital branch of the Confucian Sect, the second Dao Child of the Dao Sect, and a guest elder to the six clans…”

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Meanwhile, in the northern region of Barren State at the Qiong family estate, Qiong Sicheng coughed up blood within a secret chamber.

“Aaaaah!!!” With a furious roar, he leaped from the bed and smashed into the ceiling. His outburst startled the young members waiting outside, instantly silencing their playful chatter.

“My lord, may I ask what angers you?” The servants trembled as they kneeled before him.

With a brutal swing of his hand, Qiong Sicheng smashed the questioning servant into oblivion. The others fell prostrate, pleading for their lives in terror.

Unmoved by their pleas, Qiong Sicheng grabbed another woman, sinking his bloodstained teeth into her, slowly savoring the woman as his vitality gradually returned. “Ah! Damn bastard!”

This gruesome scene was nothing new for the Qiong family’s younger generation. The servants, or more aptly, living sustenance, were carefully chosen by them for their exceptional aptitude and souls. They provided aid during ordinary times but turned into the best tonic when the clansmen hit a cultivation bottleneck or needed recovery.

“What happened in the spirit world, Elder? If you share, perhaps we can help,” a few younger members of the Qiong Family offered respectfully. Qiong Sicheng, their elder, had lived for centuries and wielded unfathomable strength. He was the backbone of the Qiong Qi clan.

“Has the sect master arrived?” Qiong Sicheng asked.

“The sect master and the elders are present. Given the ongoing war, they hold meetings every two or three days in the temple,” a quick-witted young member informed, leading the way for Qiong Sicheng.

The two of them rushed to the temple. Upon entering, Qiong Sicheng announced, “Disciple Qiong Sicheng greets the sect master!”

His sudden entry interrupted the ongoing discussion. The temple, the heart of the Qiong Qi clan, was massive with a twenty-meter tall gate. Though every clansman stood at least five to six meters tall, they seemed reasonably sized in the vast structure.

“Sicheng? What brings you here?” The sect master, towering even while seated, asked. He and the other people in the temple were the decision-makers of the Qiong Qi clan, representing the top-tier combat power.

All present were visceral prefecture realm experts, including the Third Young Master Qiong, whom Qin Huai had previously killed.

“Two intruders breached our encampment in the spirit world,” Qiong Sicheng growled, twisting the truth to a surprise attack to preserve his dignity.

His statement immediately caused a stir among the group, who rose and opened their blood-filled mouths, filling the temple with the strong smell of blood.

“Intrusion into our spirit world equates to declaring war on the Qiong Qi clan! Are these intruders from the Buddhist Sect? Daoist Sect? Or the Confucian Sect?” an elder inquired.

“None of them… One had the aura of the Kun Peng clan,” Qiong Sicheng revealed. He then called for a brush and ink to sketch the images of Qin Huai and the little girl as seen in the spirit world.

“The Kun Peng clan,” the Qiong Qi Sect Master murmured, deep in thought.

In the temple, mocking laughter echoed.

“The Kun Peng clan, I haven’t heard that name in ages,” someone scoffed.

“I assumed they had been wiped out,” another voice chimed in.

“A bunch of trash. They were obliterated by the Emperor of Qingzhou alone, losing all their foundations. Almost ten thousand years have passed without a single king realm expert emerging from their ranks,” someone recalled.

“Could it be that the Emperor of Qingzhou cut off their luck when he massacred the Kun Peng clan?” one pondered.

“Why would the Kun Peng clan provoke us now?” another wondered. “Are they hoping we’ll help rid them of the shame of the eight royal clans?”

The sneering discussions continued.

“Enough,” the Qiong Qi Sect Master commanded, raising his hand. Silence instantly descended upon the temple. “Are you certain it’s the Kun Peng clan?” he asked, his gaze piercing Qiong Sicheng.

“There’s no doubt!” Qiong Sicheng quickly lowered his head in a show of deference. “Given it’s confirmed as the Kun Peng clan, they must be trying to exploit our conflict with the three sects and the Sacred Heart Sect for their own gain.”

“With the current state of chaos and the Sacred Heart Sect stirring the pot,” the sect master began. “Plus, with the recent emergence of Uncle Dragon Emperor in the spirit blood level, announcing his intent to revive the dragon clan… it’s indeed a good time for them to ask for a price. Their plan isn’t bad. I’m just curious about their strength.” His expression remained impassive as he glanced at his hand.

“Siren, Siyao, Simo, the three of you will go meet these two from the Kun Peng clan,” he directed. “If they can survive, we’ll see what price they can offer. If not…” He tapped his finger on the stone bench. “We will lend a hand in Qingzhou.”

As he finished speaking, three men of differing appearances immediately stood up. “Understood!” they said in unison.

Qiong Sicheng, who was standing in the middle, was relieved to see the three men rise. These three brothers were renowned heroes, all top-notch experts at the fifth-level visceral prefecture realm. Their bloodline was already seventy percent pureblood, and they took delight in hunting down rising future kings. Their methods were notoriously brutal.

He had been concerned that his intentional deception might cause the Qiong Qi clan to suffer, but with these three heroes taking action, he felt more reassured.

“Those two might have already fled, but my spirit-gathering balls hit them before. Third Hero can use the spiritual scent I left to track them.” As he spoke, a small light of spirituality blossomed from Qiong Sicheng’s palm.

The three heroes of Qiong Qi waved their hands, and the speck of spiritual light instantly divided into three parts, each inhaling a portion.

“We appreciate your efforts!” Qiong Siren, the eldest of the three brothers, grinned, clapped Qiong Sicheng’s shoulder, and strode past him.

They then entered the secret chamber. Inside, Qiong Siren sat on the bed in a cross-legged position, a spirit stone in his hand. His mind was at peace.

At the same time, the sky outside the secret chamber filled with a green glow. A huge shadow of Qiong Qi flashed past, as the breathing of the three heroes in the secret chamber steadied.

Boom!

In the spirit world, the eyes of the three Qiong Qi heroes snapped open.

“Split up…”

Bang!

Before Qiong Siren could finish speaking, a gory scene unfolded before his eyes.

As his head spun in midair, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. His large head rolled on the ground a few times before his eyes finally found the culprit.

The figure stood in a pool of blood, maintaining his punching posture. Where the fist pointed, a pair of feet seemed to be deeply rooted in the ground.

The scent of spiritual energy that Qiong Sicheng had given him earlier slowly awakened his memory of Qiong Sicheng.

So this was the guy… His ambush was extraordinarily fast. “That scoundrel Qiong Sicheng!” Qiong Siren seethed with rage, swearing to force that bastard Qiong Sicheng to explain how this little fellow from the Kun Peng clan had managed to ambush him.

“Big Brother!”

Meanwhile, Qiong Siyao and Qiong Simo gazed at their elder brother, their pupils constricting. Blood splattered on their faces, causing their eyes to twitch.

Their gaze shifted, almost unwillingly, to the tiny figure. Instantly, rage surged through their veins. “Little brat, you’re seeking death!” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovel(F)ɪre

But before they could finish their sentence, dozens of spirit-gathering balls were already flashing around them. They completely blocked Qin Huai’s retreat.

“Go!” Qin Huai waved his hand.

Only then did the three heroes notice that Qin Huai was carrying a little fellow in his arms. However, their relationship seemed a little mysterious. The small one was treated like a hidden weapon, directly hurling toward the surrounding spirit-gathering balls. He even had a saint bound to his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One by one, the spirit-gathering balls exploded.