The Youngest Nascent Soul Cultivator

Disguised as a Qi Refinement cultivator, Song Wen walked along Blood Corpse Street, no different from the other Rogue Cultivators passing through it.

He had already handed Chen Feihe's soul lamp over to him, allowing Chen Feihe to leave the Corpse Demon Sect.

As for where Chen Feihe would go next, Song Wen had not asked.

Chen Feihe had helped him deliver a message to Zhang Xiaofan, and he had helped Chen Feihe retrieve his soul lamp. The grievances between them had been settled.

Parting ways here was best for them both.

Song Wen looked up at the flying vessel in midair, and vigilance suddenly rose in his heart.

He sensed four spiritual senses extending from the flying vessel in succession, sweeping back and forth over him several times.

It seems Zhang Xiaofan wants to make me the scapegoat.

Song Wen immediately understood Zhang Xiaofan's plan, killing intent surging in his eyes.

The Image-Recording Stone appeared in his palm. After hesitating for a moment, Song Wen put it away again.

For vengeance and hatred to be truly repaid, he had to act personally before the hatred in his heart could be relieved.

Borrowing another's hand would ultimately fail to vent the pent-up resentment in his chest.

Song Wen slowly rose into the air and flew toward the edge of the market.

He flew very slowly, after all, it was merely a Flight Technique used by a Qi Refinement cultivator.

As he neared the edge of the market, Song Wen's aura suddenly surged. In an instant, he broke through to the Golden Core Realm, and his speed increased sharply as well. Only an afterimage could be seen as he sped away from the Corpse Demon Sect.

This sudden change instantly drew the attention of Miao Tong and the others.

"Over there!"