After achieving his goal, Qin Ming bid Huangfu Qi farewell.
To be honest, he would have believed it if someone had said that spell had been cast by a Golden Core Ancestor.
It could only be described as terrifying beyond belief.
Now, a perfect 100% replica of that spell lay quietly in Qin Ming's Storage Bag, transformed into a purple leaf.
It could be used at any time, waiting for a Fated Person.
With this trump card in hand, Qin Ming immediately felt much more confident.
Qin Ming rode the Spirit Light Shuttle toward Qingyang Market.
Along the way, he maintained a moderate pace, which conserved more spiritual power.
If he flew at full speed, he could reach a velocity comparable to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
But the consumption of spiritual power was so terrifying that even Qin Ming could only sustain it for half an hour.
Just as he was halfway there.
"Hm?"
Qin Ming frowned. He suddenly sensed fluctuations from cultivators fighting not far away.
In a mountain hollow several hundred zhang away.
More than a dozen Spirit Feather Sect cultivators were besieging several rogue cultivators, the area concealed by a hazy blue formation.
Had Qin Ming's divine sense not been so powerful, he would have overlooked it as well.
"Don't let a single one escape!"
"The news must not leak!"
"Kill them all!"
The leader wore the robes of a Spirit Feather Sect core disciple and wielded a Dharma Sword as he slaughtered without restraint.
The people on the other side wore Spirit Feather Sect miner uniforms. Their cultivation levels varied, and at a glance, they were clearly rogue cultivators who had been recruited.
They fought desperately, but the Spirit Feather Sect cultivators had trapped them in a formation, leaving them like turtles in a jar.