Qingming Heads to the Front Lines

"Qingming, what are you doing? Why are you going to Chisaka?"

Pulling Qingming aside, Ji Hao asked him with a face full of confusion.

"Of course, it's to protect the Central Plains Human Race, to..."

"Cut the crap!"

Before Qingming could finish, Ji Hao interrupted him. Giving Qingming a scornful look, Ji Hao curled his lip. "Tell that to someone else!"

"Hehe!"

A strange grin that said, "So you saw through me," spread across Qingming's face. "I have a secret technique that can refine Essence Elixirs. These pills can rapidly raise one's cultivation. But each pill requires the blood essence of two Great Shamans. If I don't kill outsiders, I can't exactly go around killing human Great Shamans, can I?"

"How effective are they?"

Ji Hao's eyes lit up.

"One Essence Elixir can allow a peak Lesser Shaman to immediately open a Shamanic Aperture and advance to a Great Shaman."

Qingming proudly raised his head and shot Ji Hao a smug glance.

"Wonderful!"

Ji Hao burst into laughter and patted Qingming on the shoulder. "Good brother, if you see it, you get a share!"

"..."

Qingming rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Bring your own materials!"

"Of course! Of course!"

Ji Hao laughed heartily. Killing Great Shamans on the battlefield was difficult, but not impossibly so. With Ji Hao and Qingming's strength, taking down an ordinary Great Shaman one-on-one was well within their abilities.

When the time came, their strength would soar!

In truth, Ji Hao's guess was still wrong. Qingming's plans were even more ruthless than he imagined!

"Let's go. We're here."

The merchant caravan's giant turtle stopped beside a towering mountain range. Si Wenming led everyone off the giant turtle, then pointed at the mountains and introduced them. "This is Chong Mountain. It is also my home."

"Chong Mountain? So