He cradled the jade box, lifted his foot, and continued onward.
The blood that sprayed toward him was silently annihilated by the chaos force field flowing around him an instant before it could stain his robes.
The crimson figure calmly passed through the sprawled corpses, walking step by step toward the lingering traces of Fu Sanyuan's aura.
His solitary, straight-backed silhouette exuded an indescribable coldness and resolve.
And this was only the beginning.
Along the road that followed, similar "coincidences" and "murderous ambushes" came one after another, with appalling frequency.
From "possessing a heaven-defying dao seed that could let someone ascend straight to Immortal King," to "holding the Ancient Pill Sage's lost secret manual," to "stealing a certain Reclusive Family's Clan-Guarding Divine Artifact"... the rumors Fu Sanyuan spread were wildly varied, absurd, bizarre, and riddled with holes.
But perhaps such was a charlatan's innate gift, or perhaps greed was enough to blind so many minds. There were always people willing to risk their lives.
And Yun Qing's response never changed.
His double pupils quietly regarded every figure blocking his path, gazing at those fleshly shells driven by greed.
Then came that soft sigh, like an autumn leaf drifting down.
"Ah..."
A sigh for the world's foolish delusions, for the ants barring his way, for... the warmth in his arms, gone forever.
The sigh faded, and spear intent arose.
A hazy gray trail flashed past, reaping lives like worthless weeds.
Whether the spiritual radiance of cultivators' magic treasures or the tough hides of demon beasts, all were as fragile as thin paper before that chaotic annihilation.
On ancient paths through barren mountains, he stood alone with his spear, leaving corpses strewn across the wilderness.
In deep caverns, chaos spread, swallowing every ambush and scream alike.
Beside marshes and muddy pools, his