Even now, Xu Qinglin's heart remained full of questions.
He had personally experienced the formidable strength of a ghost cultivator in the Spirit Severing realm. An Integration stage cultivator could never withstand it. Even with his greatest trump card, the Asura Banner, he could barely protect himself.
Yet a ghost cultivator of such strength had lost both arms to two Integration stage cultivators. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he could scarcely have imagined it.
In his view, only Fefeng Immortal Fairy, at the peak of the Integration stage, should have been capable of such a feat.
In reality, however, both Fefeng Immortal Fairy and the ghost cultivator treated Qin Fengming, who was only at the mid Integration stage, with exceptional courtesy. And now, the young cultivator was directly demanding Scorpion God Fluid from the ghost cultivator.
If Xu Qinglin still could not deduce from these clues that the young man before him had severed the ghost cultivator's arms, he would truly have been far too dull-witted.
Looking at the young cultivator, who appeared entirely unremarkable, Xu Qinglin was astonished beyond measure.
"Everyone, the Scorpion God Fluid is on that stone pillar." Stopping on a tiny island not far from the shore, the ghost cultivator pointed toward a strange pillar enveloped in crystalline radiance and spoke calmly.
"Scorpion God Fluid... so this is Scorpion God Fluid. Why is there so little of it?"
Looking at the few translucent, pale-blue droplets, each the size of a soybean, in a hollow atop the jade pillar, Qin Fengming could scarcely believe that this was the Scorpion God Fluid praised in the ancient texts as something miraculous beyond measure.
Not only Qin Fengming, but also Fefeng Immortal Fairy and Xu Qinglin wore astonished expressions, finding it difficult to believe what lay