Taking Stock of Spiritual Items, Meeting Gao Yuyao Again

Although silencing him outright would indeed have been the safer course, the man had also brought him quite a few benefits. Killing someone to bury the secret for no reason at all was still something Song Qingming found difficult to do.

In nearly two hundred years of cultivation, Song Qingming's hands had already been stained with the blood of many cultivators. Yet to this day, he had never acted on a whim to kill someone. More often than not, it had only been for self-preservation.

In this perilous Cultivation World, it was indeed difficult for cultivators to remain utterly good people if they wished to survive. Yet the fortunes of the Heavenly Dao also came full circle; cultivators who committed too many evil deeds were equally likely to suffer a backlash from fate.

He had never revealed his true appearance before that man, and he had also made him swear a blood oath. No matter how one looked at it, Song Qingming had already done all he could to conceal this matter.

Besides, Tianxing Sect was not some great sect. Even if the matter truly came to light one day, with Carefree Sect backing the Song Family, they did not need to fear Tianxing Sect coming to their door. At worst, they would just offer some compensation.

With that thought, Song Qingming gradually relaxed. Soon, he turned into a streak of white light and vanished from where he stood.

Two days later, several streaks of shield light appeared in the northeastern corner of Qinghe County, flying straight toward the tallest Spirit Mountain in the county. Seeing the familiar scene before them from atop the Flying Boat, Song Qingming and the others all revealed faint smiles.

From leaving Funiu Mountain for the Eastern Sea Cultivation World to finally crossing Yunwu Mountain