Defining the Rules, Blissful Heavenly Palace

The atmosphere inside the Spirit Vehicle was awkward. A group of high-level cultivators and great powers became stingier the richer they were; getting caught riding without paying left them utterly humiliated.

Under such circumstances, Su Qing, who had no time even to care about Demonic Buddha battling several Tier 7 Dao Masters and was supposed to show these High-Level Cultivators of All Heavens around the Kaiyuan Immortal Kingdom in order to instill its values in them, naturally could not simply stand by as the host!

"Ahem, ahem!" Su Qing coughed twice, hoping Liu Qingsong would notice him.

"You're such a great cultivator already, and you're still coughing? If you cough, you're not qualified to get on my vehicle!"

Cultivators were no longer human and had no worries of illness or pain. If one could cough, either their cultivation was insufficient or they had contracted some wicked disease. In any case, they were guests Liu Qingsong did not welcome. He instinctively snapped at him. Someone working two jobs, day and night, could hardly be expected to have much of a service attitude; full of resentment, he lashed out at whoever crossed his path.

Liu Qingsong had always been like this—cursing people at night, killing people by day, relieving stress in this way so that his mind was at ease and his Dao heart remained firm.

But if you often walked by the river, how could your shoes stay dry? Sooner or later, he would curse someone he should not have cursed.

Today was such a day. When Liu Qingsong saw Su Qing's face, his heart skipped a beat. Still unwilling to believe it, he stepped forward and tugged at Su Qing's cheek, making sure this was not some audacious disguise master impersonating the Kaiyuan State Lord. Once he confirmed it, he