Villain: I am not good at fighting.

"Senior, senior, it is not easy for me to practice, please show some mercy and let me live."

The casual cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining was a middle-aged woman dressed in plain clothes. When she saw Liu Muqing getting closer, her panicked voice of begging for mercy became more and more trembling.

"I didn't say I was going to kill you, why did you run so fast?"

Liu Muqing didn't expect that with just the twelfth level of Qi Refining, he would become a senior in the eyes of others, a terrifying existence like a devil.

The contrast brought about by this state of mind made her inexplicably happy physically and mentally. When she looked at the middle-aged woman again, her expression was full of mockery of life.

But she soon regained her composure, as if she saw herself struggling to survive in the eyes of the desperate middle-aged woman. It turned out that she was so weak and so embarrassed in Hongqiu's eyes.

"Senior, why do you ask when you already know the answer? We are independent cultivators, without any sect or school. We rely on our good fortune to reach the threshold of cultivation. Apart from our spiritual roots and lives, there is nothing else that can catch your eye."

In the eyes of the middle-aged woman, Liu Muqing had a high level of cultivation. He did not seek the opportunity to break through the foundation building stage, but kept chasing her. There was no other reason except that he cared about her spiritual roots and her life.

This is indeed the case. In the world of cultivation, independent cultivators are at the bottom of the food chain. They have no sect or school, and their quality is mixed. In the eyes of the cultivators of the evil way, they are just walking elixirs, and they must be taken seriously.

Only righteous people and bald monks care about the equality of all beings, so the more powerful independent cultivators will stick together for warmth, rely on a certain force, and survive by paying tribute.

Unfortunately, Liu Muqing has grown up in an environment where interests are paramount and full of negativity and distortion. During her practice of the Mother-Child Evil, Hong Qi even used Li Zhiyun to stimulate her inner hatred.

She is now a complete demon. Not to mention the middle-aged woman, if her strength allows, she will kill Hongqi as well.

"I don't want your spiritual roots, nor your life. I only want the storage bag on you. Leave your wealth to buy your life."

Unconsciously, Liu Muqing's behavior was somewhat similar to Hongqiu's.

"Really?"

The middle-aged woman fled for her life. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, which were filled with despair, and her running speed slowed down a little.

At this moment, Liu Muqing suddenly accelerated, so fast that she left a shadow, and her jade hand went straight through the middle-aged woman's back.

"fake."

The beating heart in the palm of her hand was crushed with a squeeze, and the middle-aged woman's blood and essence flowed along Liu Muqing's palm to various acupoints in her body.

A broken bell, a bottle of Juxidan, a secret book "Changsheng Xiantian Gong", a few sets of clothes, and some small change, these were all the belongings in the middle-aged woman's storage bag.

The bell is a magical tool used to exorcise evil spirits and does not seem to have any offensive effect. No wonder she did not resist and just ran away. The bottle of Juxidan is empty. The Changsheng Xiantian Gong seems to have some origins and can be cultivated to the foundation building stage.

After a brief check, Liu Muqing put these things away, threw the body away casually, and looked up at the sky, in the direction of Hongqiu.

It took some time to chase the middle-aged woman just now. She did not have the foundation-building consciousness and had lost the trace of the third-level Qi Refining cultivator.

"southeast."

Hongqiu's lazy voice echoed softly in her ears, and the voice was transmitted secretly. Liu Muqing mobilized the blood evil power that had just condensed a little, and turned to the southeast with an expressionless face.

The casual cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining was a young man who looked two years younger than Liu Muqing. His features were similar to those of a middle-aged woman, and they looked like a mother and son.

Seeing Liu Muqing chasing him, his eyes were determined and his expression was sad. He did not run away anymore. Instead, he took out a magical weapon that looked like a flying knife and rushed towards Liu Muqing.

Liu Muqing took out the Sanskrit flute and blew it calmly. The progressive waves of sound once again swept towards the young man with overwhelming force. The young man directed the flying knife without dodging or evading, as if he was ready to die together with his enemy.

However, in the face of absolute strength...

"call out!"

The flying knife passed by Liu Muqing's neck and cut off a few strands of hair. Liu Muqing touched her neck in surprise, not expecting that this inconspicuous flying knife could be so sharp.

The next second, Liu Muqing became angry and humiliated due to her lack of combat experience, and blew the Sanskrit flute again. After the Sanskrit sound, the boy's meridians were broken and he was already dead.

"I'm still not careful enough. If this flying knife had hit that middle-aged woman just now, I might have suffered a loss."

The mother-son relationship was simply stupid in Liu Muqing's eyes. It was obvious that the mother had a higher chance of winning with the flying knife, but she gave the only weapon that could threaten her to her son.

When the son saw Liu Muqing and realized that his mother was dead, he gave up escaping and chose to fight to the death. This was extremely stupid. If it were her, she would definitely show weakness to the enemy first and then attack with a flying knife.

Liu Muqing, who was summing up the gains and losses after the war, seemed to have forgotten that Hongqiu had threatened her with Li Zhiyun, which contradicted her current thoughts.

The bloody energy surged to the palm of his hand and covered the jade hand. The boy's flesh and blood seemed like brittle paper. He crushed the slightly warm heart with one hand and greedily absorbed the boy's blood.

As the essence and blood were refined, the blood evil power in the body grew stronger. At this time, Hong Ju descended from above the bamboo sea and came to Liu Muqing.

She seized the middle-aged woman's storage bag and the boy's flying knife magic weapon. After checking, she threw the storage bag to Liu Muqing.

"Well done, this is for you."

The empty storage bag, except for a few sets of clothes for the middle-aged woman, the rest were put into Hongqiu's pocket. Liu Muqing was not annoyed, because she knew that her master was a person with a strong desire for control.

Not giving herself any chance of luck, she deliberately left the jade cicada hidden between her breasts at Xiaoyun Peak before going down the mountain.

The jade cicada absorbs the power of the moon every few days. Liu Muqing usually hides it between her breasts and wraps it with several layers of thick gauze. Even if it absorbs the moon's energy, no light can be seen from the outside.

Yuchan has the characteristic of not being discovered by spiritual consciousness. In the eyes of others, she is troubled by being too plump, so she wraps herself with gauze to restrain her sin.

In fact, the most dangerous place is the safest place, where secrets that Hongqi doesn't know are hidden.

But... yesterday in the medicine pool, she was almost exposed when Hong Qi roughly tore off her clothes and injected the blood evil power into her.

Fortunately, Hongqiu was not interested in her breasts and did not tear off the last layer of gauze. After this lesson, Liu Muqing no longer held out for luck and hid Yuchan before going down the mountain in the morning.

Stepping onto the flying magic weapon again and leaving the bamboo sea, Hongqi would stop every once in a while to explore the surroundings with her spiritual sense, like hunting prey, looking for wandering cultivators with low cultivation levels.

This method seemed to be extremely inefficient. After a month, only six or seven Qi-refining cultivators were found, and Liu Muqing's blood evil power did not increase much at all.

The casual cultivator I met today had a pitifully low cultivation level, only at the first level of Qi Refining. He was not afraid of Liu Muqing when he saw her, and thought he saw a fairy sister. His eyes were obsessed with her and he didn't move.

Out of kindness, Liu Muqing split and reassembled the little fan's head and body.

Unexpectedly, when the little fanboy just died, a colorful ring inexplicably appeared in his body. Hong Qi didn't give Liu Muqing a chance to check it and snatched it away.

After a moment, Hongqiu smiled from the corners of her mouth, her face flushed, and she took out a scroll from the colorful ring.

The scroll was spread out, with thin spiritual energy flowing on it, slowly converging to a place - Qingshanji.