Zhou Qi's mind moved, and he immediately bowed lightly and held his hands.
"Thank you, Master Hong!"
Hong Biao laughed and waved his hand, "When you join our hospital, you are brothers, so there is no need to be so polite!"
"Seeing that you are not as old as me, just call me Brother Biao!"
Having said that, Hong Biao turned to look at the Essence Mansion Establishment Realm (Foundation Establishment) monk beside him:
"Chang Yuan, take this brother to the backyard to pack up a small room and settle down, then go to the Cultivation Arts Hall to pick up a complete set of the Qi-Gathering Realm Cultivation Method and send it over."
Chang Yuan quickly accepted the order.
"Yes, Brother Biao."
After saying this, Chang Yuan turned to Zhou Qi and made an inviting gesture, and took the lead to walk towards the backyard.
Zhou Qi followed silently, glancing behind him from the corner of his eye.
After his death, Hong Biao continued to educate a kind of child.
This Hong Biao, stereotypes come and change quickly, and judging people's values, it can be considered aboveboard.
The two of them walked all the way through the corridor of the martial arts academy.
Chang Yuan couldn't bear his temper. He kept looking at Zhou Qi sideways along the way, asking random questions, curious about his origins and the opportunity of his journey to physical training.
Zhou Qi knew nothing about the trivial matters of the Hidden-Heaven Realm, and had to hide his identity, so he simply put on a serious look, kept silent, and followed the whole process silently.
Chang Yuan saw the situation and was sensible enough not to ask any more questions.
After a while, the two arrived at the backyard wing area.
Chang Yuan chose a quiet and independent room, opened the door and let Zhou Qi check in.
"You stay here for the time being." Chang Yuan simply explained, turned around and left quickly, then turned back after a while, holding an ancient book bound in yellowing thread in his hand, with three words neatly written on the cover:
<Essence-Gathering Art>
He handed the Cultivation Method classics to Zhou Qi: "This is the Qi-Gathering Realm entry Cultivation Method for the martial arts academy. Hongshi is still presiding over the freshman assessment in the front yard at the moment. He will come to see you in person after he is done."
Speaking of this, Chang Yuan paused and added:
"Today, the master of the hospital, Hongyi, has not returned. The salary, treatment, and duties of the martial artist cannot be implemented for you for the time being. You can just practice here with peace of mind. When the master of the hospital returns, he will formally arrange for you to join the job."
Zhou Qi slightly raised his hands to Chang Yuan and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Chang Yuan waved his hand. "We are all colleagues in the academy, so you are welcome. You can just rest and practice on your own."
After finishing his words, Chang Yuan turned around and exited the wing, closing the door behind him.
Yunting City is thousands of miles away from Wasteland.
A group of figures stood quietly in the hinterland of Wasteland. There were seven people in total, surrounded by the condensed and thick silver-white Primordial Qi.
At the front of the team stood an old man with white hair and a kind face.
The old man raised his hands, and the tiny silver-white Primordial Qi on his fingertips probed into the surrounding air to explore. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and slowly made a sound.
"Everyone, Primordial Qi can only explore this place."
A capable monk behind him quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Former capital master, can the equipment given by Upper City be used at this moment?"
Yuan Mu nodded slightly, and took off the simple cloth bag he was carrying behind him without haste, and opened it layer by layer. Inside lay quietly a palm-sized ink-colored jade box.
He tapped Primordial Qi lightly with his fingertips, and the buckle of the jade box opened with a sound. There was a jar of bright gold sand quietly contained in the box, flowing with light.
"This is Spirit-Tracing Golden Sand specially made by Upper City, specifically for use by Spiritual Qi from outside the region."
After saying this, Yuan Mu tilted the jade jar.
A strand of golden sand as thin as a hair rose up in the wind. The moment it left the mouth of the jar, it spun around from the main stream. It quickly spun several times in the air and accurately locked a position. It was like an arrow coming out of a string and galloping straight ahead Wasteland.
"Follow up!"
Not daring to delay, everyone raised their spirits and jumped up, flying across the ground following Jinsha.
The group of people moved extremely fast, and Wasteland quickly retreated under their feet. Within a few breaths, the wisp of agile golden sand suddenly stopped, hovering in mid-air and trembling slightly.
The next second, the golden sand shimmered and turned into a thin golden light, which suddenly plunged into the dry and cracked black soil under the feet and disappeared into the ground in an instant.
Everyone paused and stood on the ground, their eyes fixed on the ordinary land beneath their feet.
Yuan Mu stopped smiling and leaned down to feel the fluctuations of the golden sand underground.
I saw that the aura of the golden sand buried deep in the soil was extremely active and restless, and traces of strange aura leaked out from the gaps in the soil.
Yuan Mu's heart sank. Looking at the activity of the golden sands, it's probably not easy to hide Spiritual Qi underground.
Thinking of this, Yuan Mu straightened up, glanced at the people behind him, and finally settled on a burly, two-meter-tall man next to him.
"Hongyi, come forward and explore the ground." Yuan Mu ordered in a calm tone.
The big man frowned when he heard this. "Former Capital Master, my strength is not as good as yours. This investigation by Spiritual Qi from outside the territory..."
Before he finished speaking, the charitable smile on the old man's face suddenly disappeared, and a coldness rose, interrupting the big man's words:
"What nonsense are you talking about! Just go if you are told! If you delay Upper City's important event, be careful to uproot your Martial Dao Academy!"
Hongyi's face froze, he forced a smile and nodded.
The big man Hongyi is the master of the Hongyi Martial Academy, the strength of the Condensed Origin Pivot Realm (Golden Core Realm) Great Perfection.
Thirty years ago, he competed with this Yuan Mu for the position of capital, but by chance, Yuan Mu was promoted to the Life-Origin Soul Realm (Nascent Soul), strongly suppressing Hongyi.
Thirty years have passed, Hongyi has been suppressed by this person several times, and now he even covets his Martial Dao Academy, intending to take it away.
Hongyi saw this and stopped talking. He took a deep breath, stretched out his big hand, Primordial Qi condensed his claws, and grabbed the ground violently.
The hard, cracked black soil instantly shattered and flew away.
After a few breaths, the wisp of Origin-Tracing Golden Sand that had penetrated the ground reappeared, swirling around a layer of void light that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
Hongyi stared at this layer of void restriction, his eyes became more and more fearful.
He carefully operated Primordial Qi and slowly probed towards the light curtain.
But the moment he just touched the restriction.
A white light suddenly exploded.
Hongyi's face changed drastically, and all the Primordial Qi around him mobilized, wrapping his body layer by layer, trying his best to resist this sudden impact.
"Bang--!"
A dull loud noise exploded underground.
Hongyi's thick Primordial Qi protective body was like paper, and was instantly torn apart by the impact of Spiritual Power.
The huge body was like a kite with its string cut off. It was suddenly blown several feet away and landed heavily on the Wasteland black soil.
Yuan Mu stood aside, watching with cold eyes from beginning to end, not paying any attention to Hongyi who fell to the ground with serious injuries.
His eyes were fixed on the touched Spiritual Power restriction underground, and his eyes were full of surprise and solemnity.
The monk of the Condensed Origin Pivot Realm Great Perfection (Golden Core Realm) is already the top combat power of Yunting City, but he just touched a corner and was directly knocked away and injured!
As soon as he thought this, Yuan Mu no longer hesitated, his face suddenly turned cold, and he sternly ordered to several monks behind him, "Everyone, use all your strength to break the restriction!"
Before he finished speaking, he took the lead in raising his hand to make a seal.
Life-Origin Soul Realm (Nascent Soul) spread out all their cultivations, and the silver-white Primordial Qi in the sky gathered in their palms, condensing into a majestic Primordial Qi giant palm several feet in size, Air-Breaking Slash came out, and struck hard on the Spiritual Power restriction underground!
Several monks behind him exerted their strength at the same time, and streams of silver-white light were continuously superimposed on top of each other, blasting towards the thin barrier of nothingness.
Boom boom boom--!
Intense explosions sounded one after another, and the entire Wasteland trembled.
This ban was casually placed by Zhou Qi. It was only used to cover up the traces and hide the scattered Spiritual Qi. It did not reinforce the defense and could not withstand the joint attack of so many people.
Soon, the restriction began to shake violently, and after a few breaths, the restriction shattered.
The moment the restriction was shattered, wisps of Spiritual Qi broke free from the restraints and slowly floated out from the ground, filling the Wasteland air and being incompatible with the Hidden-Heaven Realm Primordial Qi.
Yuan Mu stepped forward, his eyes penetrated the broken soil layer and landed on the two cold corpses underground.
The moment he saw the corpse, the last trace of luck in Yuan Mu's heart completely disappeared.
He raised his hand and took out a gray-white shell, and poured Primordial Qi into it with his fingertips. The shell shimmered instantly.
"Sir, it has been confirmed! Yunting City Qianli Wasteland, there are indeed traces of monks from outside the territory sneaking in! The cultivation level is probably..."
Having said this, Yuan Mu paused for a moment, then compared his own strength with the restriction before speaking:
"Nascent Soul above!"