Your cultivation is good. Kill someone for me

"Don't you recognize him?" Qi Yun raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Feng calmly.

Ning Feng, the talisman donor, had a wide circle of friends throughout the Inner Mansion, and had dealt with people from all walks of life.

Based on Li Chong's previous description, Chang Qing was by no means an unknown figure in the Inner Mansion. With his peak Qi Refining Eighth Layer and his unpredictable methods, he must have a reputation and a circle of connections.

Given Ning Feng's nature of being "motivated by profit" and wanting to know everyone.

How could I possibly have no impression of such a person?

"Hmm." Ning Feng felt a little uncomfortable under Qi Yun's gaze, which seemed to see right through him. He forced himself to nod and tried to remain calm.

Qi Yun understood, but didn't point it out. He simply said, "Alright, if you don't know me, you don't know me. I'll ask someone else."

Having said that, he picked up his teacup, making a gesture as if to drink, and no longer looked at Ning Feng.

Seeing this, Ning Feng's expression shifted slightly, his eyes flickered with struggle, and he silently picked up his cup of tea, which had already cooled down, and took two large gulps. In the end, he couldn't help but lower his voice and ask, "Um—by the way, what do you want with Chang Qing?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun's gaze fell on Ning Feng's face again, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Didn't you just say—you didn't know Chang Qing?"

"Can't I ask?!" Ning Feng was taken aback, rolled his eyes in annoyance, and twitched his lips a few times, as if he were having a fierce internal struggle.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said with a strong sense of warning, "Qi Yun, considering that our cooperation has been relatively pleasant, I'll remind you of a few things."

This Chang Qing is no pushover; he's notoriously difficult to deal with within the Inner Mansion.

You'd better not provoke him.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun not only showed no fear, but instead chuckled softly, his tone tinged with curiosity. "Oh? What, is this Chang Qing that scary?"

If that's really the case, I'd really like to see for myself.

"Hey! Why won't you listen to advice!" Seeing Qi Yun's nonchalant attitude, Ning Feng became a little anxious, leaned closer, and said urgently, almost in a whisper, "Fine! Fine, fine, I'll tell you then!"

This Chang Qing is notoriously ruthless and cruel within the Inner Mansion.

Qi Refining Eighth Layer of Qi Refining, and practiced the extremely unorthodox and vicious "Asura Fundamental Treasury Method".

His cultivation level was earned through sheer bloodshed; his hands were stained with countless drops of the Blood Sea.

In terms of actual combat strength, he could definitely rank in the top ten among the Inner Mansion Qi Refining disciples!

He took a breath and continued, "And most importantly, this guy cultivates that Devil Cultivation Method, so his mind seems a bit off. He acts recklessly and is extremely vengeful."

Once you get involved with him, it's like being stalked by a venomous snake; you can't shake him off.

Listen to me, stay away from him, it's for your own good.

After Ning Feng finished speaking, he stared intently at Qi Yun, hoping to see a look of fear or even lingering apprehension on his face.

Sure enough, upon hearing Ning Feng's detailed description, Qi Yun's relaxed expression gradually faded, replaced by a look of seriousness.

He stroked the teacup in his hand, remaining silent, seemingly processing the information.

Seeing this, Ning Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking that his persuasion had worked.

But the next second, he heard the young Daoist opposite him click his tongue softly and mutter, "As expected— Li Chong's offer was too low."

Ning Feng: "----"

Hey! Why are you so stubborn?

That's a tough nut to crack, not some ordinary Tom, Dick, or Harry. It could easily lead to someone's death!

Seeing that Qi Yun was not intimidated at all, but instead looked eager to try, Ning Feng was so anxious that he almost jumped up from his seat, and his spittle almost sprayed onto Qi Yun's face.

Qi Yun subtly activated an invisible protective aura True Essence his body, repelling all the "enthusiastic" saliva. He smiled faintly and said, "I appreciate Senior Brother Ning's kindness, and I understand the implications."

Don't worry, I'm not that kind of bloodthirsty, warmongering maniac.

If there's no need, one naturally won't provoke this person.

"That's more like it—" Ning Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this, picked up his teacup to calm himself down, but then suddenly realized something was off about the words, and his eyes widened instantly. "Huh?! Wait a minute!"

What did you just say? What do you mean by "unnecessary"?!

you----"

"Have some tea, have some tea, Senior Brother Ning. This spiritual tea will lose its flavor if it gets cold." Qi Yun smiled and gestured with his hand, interrupting Ning Feng's barrage of questions and turning the subject away with an unquestionable tone.

Seeing his unyielding attitude, Ning Feng opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only reluctantly gulp down a large mouthful of tea, inwardly cursing the kid for being so audacious.

On the other hand, after leaving Qi Yun's secluded villa, Li Chong did not return to his own residence.

Instead, they hurried through the layers of pavilions and towers within the Inner Mansion, heading in a completely different direction.

The further you go, the more desolate the surrounding environment becomes.

The Spiritual Qi in the air seemed to carry a cold scent mixed with rust and blood, and the light seemed to dim slightly.

Finally, he stopped in front of a building made entirely of dark black iron, shaped like an inverted giant sword.

There are no plaques, no decorations, only cold, hard, straight lines, exuding a cruel aura that keeps people at a distance.

This is the Black Baleful Intent Peak Dojo, located within the Inner Mansion, renowned for its formidable combat prowess and ruthless style.

Li Chong concealed all his aura, his expression becoming extremely respectful, even showing a hint of fear, as he stepped into the dojo.

The interior was not the magnificent palace one might have imagined.

Instead, it was an extremely vast and empty hall.

The floor and walls were both dark in color, as if they could absorb all the light.

Only a few clusters of pale blue flames burned silently in the lamps on the wall, reflecting the marks left by countless weapons and some dark brown, difficult-to-clean stains.

He went straight to the deepest part of the hall, to a smooth, mirror-like, pitch-black wall that reflected no image.

Without hesitation, he knelt down on both knees, touching his head to the ground, his posture extremely humble.

"He agreed?" A deep, cold voice, like the scraping of metal, suddenly echoed in the hall, devoid of any emotion.

Li Chong remained kneeling, not daring to raise his head, his voice filled with reverence. "Reporting to Master, I have shown him the conditions and the Three Lives Glazed Treasure Mirror as you instructed."

However, this person was extremely suspicious and cautious, and did not agree on the spot, only saying—"I need to think about it."

"Hmph." With a cold snort, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop sharply. "Just like that old scoundrel Deng Yin, the boy he raised is just as cunning."

Even a priceless treasure like the Three Lives Glazed Treasure Mirror couldn't lure him into a trap?"

Li Chong hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but say, "Master, please forgive my ignorance."

Although Chang Qing is strong, with my own strength, if I had the help of any of my senior brothers, I was confident I could defeat him.

Why choose Qi Yun of all people? After all, he Non-Self the Black Baleful Intent Peak lineage.

"What do you know!" The cold voice carried a hint of impatience and mockery.

"The person standing behind Chang Qing is even more troublesome than Chang Qing himself!"

If you or another disciple from the peak were to take action, no matter how discreetly you do it, that person would surely seize the opportunity to cause endless trouble and entangle me in endless disputes.

An outsider must make the first move, and then I myself must take action to sever all causal links.

Only then can things proceed smoothly and safely, leaving the person behind him to suffer in silence.

He paused, his tone revealing an undeniable resolve. "Very well, since the bait isn't sweet enough to catch this slippery little fish, I'll go and see for myself."

What kind of clever mind and extraordinary demeanor does this young man possess, who has managed to win the Triple First-Place Champion?

Upon hearing this, Li Chong's body trembled slightly. He abruptly raised his head, his face filled with astonishment. "Master, you—you're going to see him in person?!"

"Um."

With a faint response, the space in front of the smooth, black wall slightly distorted, and a figure, as if peeled from the shadows, suddenly solidified and appeared in front of Li Chong.

The man appeared to be around forty years old, with a stern and ruthless face, sharp features, and deep, unfathomable eyes like a cold pool.

He wore a simple black robe without any decoration, yet he naturally exuded a chilling sense of oppression, as if he himself were the embodiment of killing and ruthlessness.

He simply stood there, and the entire empty, somber hall seemed to become an extension of his will.

It was Li Hanyan other than Li Hanyan, the Foundation Establishment True Person of the Holy Sect, known for her formidable combat power and ruthless methods, and the master of Black Baleful Intent Peak.

Within the secluded courtyard, the void rippled unnaturally, like waves on water.

Qi Yun, who was tidying up the tea set on the stone table, suddenly stopped, his eyes sharp as he looked towards the source of the disturbance.

A figure, ignoring the layers of restrictions surrounding the courtyard, stepped out silently, as if passing through an invisible water curtain, and landed in the courtyard.

The newcomer had an indifferent expression, revealing neither joy nor anger. He wore a plain black robe and had a tall, upright figure.

Simply by standing there, he naturally exuded a chilling pressure that made the air in the courtyard seem to freeze.

Ignoring all restrictions, he descended directly upon the residence—it was True Person from the Inner Mansion!

Moreover, he was no ordinary rotating duty True Person; his aura was so fierce and domineering that he was probably a Peak Master- level being.

Instantly discerning the person's approximate identity and overwhelming strength, Qi Yun down his spine, but dared not show the slightest negligence on his face.

He quickly suppressed all outward emotions, bowed, and performed the salute with fluid and respectful movements, his voice steady yet powerful. "Qi Yun disciples of the Inner Mansion pay their respects to the True Person's entourage."

I was unaware of True Person arrival, and I have failed to greet you True Person. I hope you will forgive me.

Li Hanyan's indifferent gaze swept lightly over Qi Yun, as if it were a tangible object.

Qi Yun suddenly felt as if a cold scraper was scraping through his bones Divine Soul, revealing all his secrets.

He suppressed his instinct to use his internal Cultivation Method to resist, allowing the other party to probe him.

Since even a seasoned True Person like the Old True Person couldn't see through his secret, others had even less to fear.

"Indeed excellent." Li Hanyan withdrew her gaze, a barely perceptible glint of something unusual flashing across her indifferent eyes, and murmured to herself.

"His foundation is far superior to others of the same level, his acupoints contain abundant spiritual light, his Law Power surges like a tide, and he also possesses several distinct magical intents lurking within him—"

Deng Yin has indeed found a promising talent.

He walked to a stone bench on the side and sat down as if he were in his own backyard. His black robe brushed against the stone bench without getting a speck of dust on it.

Looking up at Qi Yun, who was still bowing, without any pleasantries or explanations, Li Hanyan commanded in an unquestionable tone, "Your cultivation is not bad. Go and kill someone for me."

Qi Yun's mind raced, but his expression remained respectful. "May I ask who the True Person intends to kill?"

"Chang Qing, a true disciple of the Inner Mansion." Li Hanyan uttered the name in a calm tone, as if she were talking about something insignificant.

"Who?!"

Qi Yun suddenly raised his head, his expression one of astonishment and disbelief. "Does the True Person not know that he is my senior brother?"