My Heaven-Defying Spirit

The old Taoist trembled as he lifted the wine jug above his head and drank it. The spicy taste made him grimace.

"Good wine, good wine!"

The old Taoist seemed to have not heard of it and ignored Ming Huaishang. He carefully tasted the wine in his gourd.

"Damn you, crazy old man! Damn you! Damn you! I didn't provoke you!"

However, Ming Huaishang, who was lying on the ground and was being suppressed by the aura, suddenly had a terrible idea.

"Could it be that this crazy old Taoist in front of me is from the Yanque Sect?"

Ming Huaishang continued to speak with difficulty, tentatively saying

"Could it be that the senior is from the Yanque Sect?"

Hearing this, the old Taoist finally paused, but only for a moment, then took another sip of wine and said

"I am an idle wanderer, living alone all my life. I do not come from any sect or school. And in this world, which sect can accommodate me?"

But then the old Taoist thought of something, walked a few steps forward, came in front of Ming Huaishang, looked down at Ming Huaishang, and stretched the wine gourd, hitting Ming Huaishang's head with a clang, and Ming Huaishang screamed in pain.

"Don't interrupt me, kid. I'm here to ask for something. Give it back to me. I'm leaving now."

Ming Huaishang was speechless because he had no idea what the crazy old man was talking about.

"Eastern alley, jade pendant with the word 'cloud'"

Seeing Ming Huaishang's innocent look, the old Taoist stopped teasing him and said in a hoarse voice:

"That day, I was targeted by a few young boys and accidentally lost the token. I left a trace on the token, which can be traced. I can feel the scent of the token on you."

Hearing this, Ming Huaishang was stunned, but then he remembered that it was the token he picked up when he passed through the alley after coming out of the auction that day. Ming Huaishang was about to speak, but then he remembered that the token seemed to be in Xiaoqing's hand, so he explained to the old Taoist that the token was not in his hand now.

The old Taoist glanced at Ming Huaishang, and then released his spiritual sense to cover the entire inn. Then, he frowned, because it was indeed as Ming Huaishang said, the token was not in this inn. Then he withdrew the aura that oppressed Ming Huaishang.

"Strange, the aura of the token stops here, and there is no aura of the token in the Luo family's main city. Could it be that it is no longer here?"

Although the old Taoist was a little confused, the most urgent thing at the moment was to find the token. Without moving his hand, the door was opened.

But when he reached the door, he paused, then turned to look at Ming Huaishang who was sitting on the ground.

"Come with me. Since you said the token was taken away by another accomplice of yours, maybe you can still be useful to me."

Then the old Taoist priest urged an invisible force to lift Ming Huaishang into the air. Ming Huaishang wanted to resist, but the gap in strength was too big. Then, he could only let the old Taoist priest lift him in the air like a chicken.

The sky was a little dark on the street, but it was not because it was getting dark, but because something big was about to happen.

Ming Huaishang and the old Taoist were walking on the street together. Although the old Taoist had put Ming Huaishang on the ground and let him walk, in fact, before that, the old Taoist had already planted a ban on Ming Huaishang. As long as Ming Huaishang was more than 50 meters away from the old Taoist, he would explode and die.

Ming Huaishang gritted his teeth. The moment the old Taoist priest planted the ban, Ming Huaishang's life was no longer in his hands. Now he could only watch the old Taoist priest. What would he do next?

However, Xiaoqing didn't know where she had gone. What was even more strange was that the place they were walking in was one of the most prosperous areas in Luocheng. Even in the middle of the night, there were still pedestrians strolling on the street.

However, not only are there very few pedestrians on the road, but even the vendors along the way have closed their doors and windows. Just when Ming Huaishang was puzzled, he heard a piece of bad news.

"Lord Luo's time has come, he has passed away!"

However, the bad news did not stop there. At the moment of Luo Yuan's death, his news spread throughout the area for hundreds of miles.

Luocheng is a fertile land, with a vast territory and countless cultivation resources. Moreover, now that Luo Yuan is dead, the treasures in Luocheng are ownerless.

Naturally, it attracted the covetousness of some of the surrounding clans and sects. As soon as the news spread, those surrounding clans had already begun to take action.

At this time, Ming Huaishang was still being controlled by the old Taoist to look for Xiaoqing.

"Don't worry, kid. I have no interest in you. I just want to get my own things back. Once I get the token, I will let you go."

The old Taoist kept the wine in his hand, drinking as he walked, and said with a dazed look in his eyes that he didn't care at all about what was going to happen next.

However, after searching for a whole day, they still couldn't find Xiaoqing. They searched along the streets and all areas in the main city of Luocheng, and finally returned to the inn.

"Hey, kid, are you lying to me?"

After searching for a whole day, the old Taoist seemed a little tired. He said to Ming Huaishang impatiently:

At this time, Ming Huaishang's face looked a little unhappy.

Luocheng is now in danger and turmoil, and disasters may occur at any time. Xiaoqing is not by his side and is nowhere to be found. What's more, there is a mysterious old Taoist in front of him. His life is controlled by this old Taoist. There is no worse situation than this.

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A day passed, and there was still no sign of Xiaoqing. Ming Huai was still thinking, was Xiaoqing playing around and lost her way? But as time passed, two days, three days, and finally five days passed, he gave up completely.

It is very likely that Xiao Qing was captured by people from other sects. In the past few days, as people from various major clans and sects continued to invade Luocheng and burn, kill and loot wantonly on the streets, without Luoyuan's protection, Luocheng was like an empty city, allowing those powerful forces to trample it underfoot.

However, in the past few days, Ming Huaishang and the old Taoist have been in the inn. As for what is happening outside, the old Taoist seems to have never heard of it and ignores it, as if everything has nothing to do with him and the war will not spread to him.

Everything was thought to be too easy. On the seventh day, a sect finally came to the door. A sturdy figure kicked the door of the inn open, and the smoke and dust covered the entire inn.

"Who is the innkeeper? Hurry up and kick out all the people in your inn. My brothers are going to stay here overnight!"

A waiter came to the burly man, his voice trembling, his face pale, and he rolled and crawled.

"Sir...Sir, our shop is doing poorly and is having trouble running. I hope you can..."

However, before the waiter could finish his words, the burly man punched the waiter's body straight through, causing blood to drip all over the ground.

"Do you need me to say it again?"

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