Summer Spirit Rice Planting, Zhang Xue's Probe

Above the clouds, an immortal elder lowered his head.

"Another one has fallen to demonic corruption."

"That makes the third in a hundred years!"

"Qiu Feng's aptitude is decent. Should we save him?"

"Demonic qi is formless. It can only be eliminated after possessing a host."

"Then it seems the thing below can no longer be suppressed?"

After entering Red Maple Valley, Xu Changqing and the other two still did not stop.

They flew in one breath to the fork near the Spirit Fields before finally halting.

Then each of them panted heavily, lingering fear still in their hearts.

Hu Bugui exclaimed, "Golden Core is too terrifying, isn't it?!"

Zhao Ziyue said seriously, "Only after reaching the Golden Core Realm can one have enough spiritual power to activate Earth Grade spells."

As Xu Changqing examined the damaged Flying Paper Crane, he asked, "That strike Qin Baili used just now—was it an Earth Grade spell?"

Yet Zhao Ziyue shook his head. "No, that was merely a casual strike from his magical artifact."

Xu Changqing and Hu Bugui could not help exchanging a glance.

Each saw the flash of shock in the other's eyes.

A casual strike from a Golden Core cultivator could actually inflict such horrifying damage.

Zhao Ziyue swept his gaze over the two of them and reminded them, "What happened today will definitely alarm the immortal elders.

If anyone comes to question us, try not to offend the Qiu Clan."

Although this incident had implicated many Formal Disciples,

the Qiu Clan had the Qianyuan Dynasty behind it, after all.

There was more than just Qiu Feng from the Qiu Clan within the Dongting Immortal Sect.

Not only were there core disciples, there were even true disciples.

Cultivators like them, with neither backing nor strength, simply could not