"Not bad." Li Qingxian nodded lightly.
Xiaohua laughed again.
Shen Xiaoyi had not expected Li Qingxian to steal his catchphrase. Helplessly, he said, "Even if the swarm is lying dormant, it still needs to be suppressed. I have a Great Thunder Lord Pot and a pair of Fierce Sparrow Beaks here. They will be of great help when you borrow the insect aspect."
Li Qingxian said, "You've seen much and know much. Can you tell me some 'stories' about Fate-Seeking Arts, especially stories about seeking fate in deep mountains and old forests? You only tell the stories; I'll only listen."
Shen Xiaoyi shot Li Qingxian a sidelong glare, lowered his head to think, and said, "Then I'll tell you three."
"One is a story from An Kingdom under the old dynasty. Back then, the founding ancestor of Qi Kingdom slaughtered the people of An Kingdom on a massive scale, cutting off ears and skinning people alive. After one of his generals massacred a village, a Fate Arts Master happened to pass by. That Fate Arts Master had once lived in that village and was furious beyond measure. Alone, he hunted down three thousand troops of Qi Kingdom, chasing them all the way into the deep mountains and old forests. To find that constantly fleeing general, he used twelve different Fate-Seeking Arts in all..."
"One is a Fate Arts Master's revenge. When that Fate Arts Master was young, Devil Cultivators killed his family. After growing up and succeeding in cultivation, he descended the mountain and began a revenge that lasted ten years..."
"The third is the story of the renowned Fate Arts Master He Yunjing..."
After hearing the three stories, Li Qingxian said, "The other party is a Seventh Rank Fate Arts Master. He naturally has many methods and will surely