From the moment Qin Fengming had made such a grand display of exchanging for low-grade mid-level talismans, he had known that some cultivators would certainly take an interest in him.
But he was not worried in the slightest. Those cultivators were all at the Qi Gathering stage and posed no threat to him whatsoever. Although he was not a cruel, bloodthirsty man, if anyone provoked him, he would not mind exterminating them.
After tidying up the area, Qin Fengming recalled his spirit beasts, rose, and sped toward the Blackwater Cold Pond.
The Blackwater Cold Pond lay at the center of this entire region. When Qin Fengming was still dozens of miles from that stretch of water, waves of coolness had already begun to wash over him. But with the slightest circulation of spiritual power through his body, the discomfort vanished at once.
He was now so close to the Blackwater Cold Pond, yet he had not encountered the powerful demon beast Senior Brother Hong had mentioned. Although Qin Fengming had not taken the demon beasts in this area to heart, he had not let down his guard. From time to time, he still swept his divine sense across his surroundings.
Half an hour later, a stretch of black water appeared before Qin Fengming. The body of water was vast beyond measure, surrounded by mountains on all sides and extending beyond the limits of sight. The entire surface was pitch-black; from a distance, it looked like thick ink.
Waves of sinister, frigid air rose from the water. For more than a dozen miles around the shore, not a single plant remained. Near the water, the mist had already congealed into ice, covering the area around the pond. Yet the ice was transparent and snow-white, without the slightest trace of black, utterly