Qin Ming drove the Spirit Light Shuttle at full force, vanishing beyond the horizon in an instant.
He had only just left.
Two Foundation Establishment Realm figures descended upon the scene shortly afterward.
One of them was Elder Gu of the Spirit Feather Sect. Fury filled his rigid face.
He swept his gaze around the area and said flatly, "Who did this? Could it have been someone in the Foundation Establishment Realm from another sect?"
"This Old Man does not think it was the work of the righteous path. Look at how they died—they seem to have encountered demonic cultivators." The other Foundation Establishment Realm elder beside him shook his head and frowned.
"Even demonic cultivators have appeared?"
"That news will not have leaked, will it?"
"Alas! It is fate. Let us hope they merely happened upon it."
"Let us gather the Corpse Bones and hurry back to discuss countermeasures."
After speaking, the two erased the traces at the scene and departed at top speed.
Elsewhere.
Qin Ming flew at full speed and secretly returned to Qingyang Market.
"I never expected the Spirit Feather Sect's ambitions to be so great."
It now seemed that—
Whether the Spirit Feather Sect's scheme to deceive heaven and cross the sea succeeded or not, a bloody storm was unavoidable.
When that time came, innocent fish in the pond would surely be dragged into it.
Qin Ming realized that his preparations for a rainy day had been entirely correct.
After returning to the courtyard.
Qin Ming took out the dozen or so Blood Orbs and tossed them toward the Withered Blood Poison Vine in the corner of the yard.
In an instant.
Countless black vines, like sharks catching the scent of blood, went mad as they greedily absorbed the essence within the Blood Orbs.
Strange