Mocking Heaven Sect, back mountain.
Chen Qiu had already settled a series of matters, including the Disciple Tokens. Once they got out, with the Minor World as their foundation and this group of Nascent Souls as Mocking Heaven Sect disciples, he did not believe anyone could casually bully him.
To say nothing else.
He dared guarantee that even on the Mystic Heaven Continent, Nascent Souls were not everywhere.
The reason was simple. How many Golden Core Peak Great Perfections had there been in that Evil Race Invasion? That had been an entire race, a genuine race. If an entire race only had that few Golden Core Peak Great Perfections, how many Nascent Souls could they possibly have?
Although Great Xia had no Nascent Souls, there were quite a few people stuck at Golden Core Peak Great Perfection. Once this group got out, at least half of them could reach the Nascent Soul realm, right?
Twenty or thirty Nascent Souls—that was enough to terrify people.
After arranging these matters, he took Fat Dragon and the others out of the small secret realm. It was about time now; the Second Heavenly Dao Beauty who paraded through Fat City every day should be coming out.
He was going to play matchmaker and take the Alchemy Cultivator Inheritance while he was at it.
Inside Fat City.
Chen Qiu and Fat Dragon walked down the street with several others, cloaks draped over them and veils hanging down to cover their faces. They had become rather famous in Great Xia now. If they did not wear these cloaks, the road ahead would instantly be clogged by surging pedestrians.
But at that moment—
"Hm?"
Chen Qiu suddenly raised his brow and looked toward an old fortune-teller sitting in an alley. A flag stood beside him, embroidered with