Deep within the valley's dense forest, five cultivators were carefully searching for something. All five were exceptionally vigilant, their faces grave. Three were men and two were women. Judging by their clothing, they appeared to be cultivators from the same sect. However, their cultivation levels were low; the strongest among them was only at Qi Gathering Stage Nine.
A dozen or so miles ahead of the five cultivators, a Level 1 demon beast with the body of a mastiff was lying in wait. The beast was crouched within a dense thicket, absorbing the essence of Heaven and Earth.
Several yards from the demon beast, a stalk of Midnight Grass about a foot tall was growing. Judging by the number of leaves, it had only five. This stalk of Midnight Grass was merely fifty years old.
Such a spirit herb naturally did not catch Qin Fengming's eye, but to the five Qi Gathering stage cultivators, it was a rare treasure. Even if they took it to the Marketplace, they could exchange it for several hundred Yin Stones.
"Whoosh!" A faint sound of something tearing through the air suddenly rang out. The Level 1 demon beast, shaped like a mastiff, merely shuddered before collapsing onto the stone ground without the slightest reaction. A hole as thick as a thumb had pierced straight through its skull.
"Greetings, young friends. This Qin has a few questions to ask you." With a flash of his figure, Qin Fengming appeared without warning before the five Qi Gathering stage cultivators.
"You... Ah, Senior, this junior pays his respects. May I ask what Senior wishes to inquire about?"
The five cultivators saw that Qin Fengming appeared to be only in his twenties, but when they swept their gazes over his body, terror immediately surged into their eyes. The