A Chance Encounter with Old Acquaintances

Tang Zhan and the others ran frantically on the ground, growing increasingly anxious as the beast tide drew ever closer.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, he had a flash of inspiration and shouted:

"No, this is too slow. Let's use Zhang Yu's motorcycle!"

"Bang!"

Several bright orange, rugged motorcycles suddenly appeared.

"Get on the bus!"

The group leaped onto the throttle, and taking advantage of the fact that the beast tide was being held back by the Lin and Lu families, they revved the engine and sped off into the distance.

More and more people are riding motorcycles, and the plains seem to have transformed into a giant racetrack.

Those without motorcycles were not about to be left behind, and they all joined the fray to seize them.

The scene became increasingly chaotic.

Tang Zhan and his group had already driven quite a distance, and given their high level of cultivation, there weren't many people who dared to attack them.

"Brother Tang, where are we going?"

"After receiving the news, Brother Qin will definitely go there to search for him in Repel the North City."

The group nodded and poured a large amount of Spirit Stone into the power tank to prevent the engine from stalling at a critical moment.

Then it sped away and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Qin Fei, on the other hand, flew away in the Divine Travel Boat, but his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The number of corpses on the ground was increasing, and almost all of them were human cultivators.

Judging from the wounds on these people, they didn't seem to be caused by weapons; they were more likely killed by Demon Beast.

Qin Fei somewhat puzzled; how could there be any mention of Demon Beast involved?

Two days later, he suddenly stopped the flying boat.

On the ground, a small group of human Rogue Cultivator, about a hundred people, were fleeing in panic.

Around them were several squads of barbarian soldiers, riding strange beasts, holding long whips, and shouting incessantly.

If these people flee in the wrong direction, they will immediately be met with a severe whipping, as if they were being driven like livestock.

"Mother, I'm scared."

Shi Yue was dressed in rags, and his straw sandals were worn through, revealing two big toes.

His face was covered in mud and blood, and his eyes were red, but he held back his tears.

"Don't be afraid, Shitou. They're just a bunch of beasts. Remember, your father was killed by these people. If you survive this ordeal, you must avenge him in the future."

Shi Yue's eyes were bloodshot, but he nodded firmly.

Just then, an old man behind the two sneered:

"How pathetic, how laughable! One Qi Refinement Fourth Layer, the other at the Qi Refinement Second Layer. They're about to die, and they're still spouting nonsense. They should be thinking about where to bury them later."

Shitou Mother turned her head and saw that the person was an old man in a gray robe, whose face was covered with pustules, some of which were still steaming.

However, his cultivation level had already Qi Refining Eighth Layer.

Shitou Mother was not afraid and retorted directly.

"Fellow Daoist, you've already reached the Late Qi Refining, yet you were still captured by these barbarians. You didn't even dare to resist. What a waste of your cultivation!"

"The human race is constantly bullied by the Barbarian Tribe because there are too many spineless people like you."

The old man was furious upon hearing this and was about to teach the barbarian a lesson when he saw the barbarian soldiers looking over and forcibly stopped himself.

Among these barbarian soldiers were two at the Qi Refinement Ninth Layer, so he dared not make any rash moves.

"You're asking for it. You'll regret this later."

He snorted coldly, his face so dark it looked like it could drip water.

Qin Fei, hidden above the clouds, was slightly surprised after seeing the crowd below.

"It was them."

He pondered for a moment, then steered the flying boat down, positioning it in front of the crowd.

The barbarian army halted their ranks abruptly, and then a burly man riding a demonic wolf and wielding an iron club stepped out from the ranks.

Qin Fei couldn't understand the barbarian language, but with a thought, the Iron Guard charged forward like cannonballs.

In the blink of an eye, a large hand gripped the big man's head.

"Bang!"

My head exploded.

"It's Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

The barbarian army was thrown into chaos, yet they maintained their formation as if facing a formidable enemy.

Iron Guard didn't give them a chance; they slammed one hand down, causing the ground to tremble.

The barbarian soldiers were thrown from their horses and fell off the strange beasts, unable to stand up for a while.

Then, afterimages flashed by, and these people were decapitated before they could even scream.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, senior!"

The human cultivators were overjoyed and knelt down one by one, shouting in unison.

When Shi Yue and his companion saw another figure in black robes on the flying boat, they exclaimed with delight.

"Uncle Qin!"

"It's Fellow Daoist Qin."

Qin Fei jumped off the flying boat and gave a slight bow:

"After several years, even Shitou has begun his cultivation."

Shitou now possesses the cultivation level of the Second Layer of Qi Refinement Refining, and stands beside him with an unranked Puppet Soldier, indicating that he has also followed the path of puppetry.

"Uncle Qin, what are you doing here?"

Qin Fei come to find Tang Zhan and the others, but there had been no news of them for days.

Now that I've finally met a living person, I can finally ask them a question.

"I've lost touch with some friends. Could you tell me what's happened these past few days?"

Shitou Mother glanced at Iron Guard, then hesitated.

Seeing this, Qin Fei smiled slightly and said:

"Please speak freely; this senior will not take offense."

Upon hearing this, Shitou Mother was somewhat relieved and began to recount what had happened during this period.

It turned out that although Shangyu Market had won two great victories on the front lines, it had gradually weakened due to forced conscription and years of attrition.

Furthermore, with the lifting of the city lockdown, a large number of Rogue Cultivator fled, further diminishing their strength.

Meanwhile, the Barbarian Tribe, after suffering two defeats, finally became enraged.

They dispatched a large number of troops to reinforce the area, preparing to besiege and kill Shangyu Market.

Knowing they were outmatched, the Lin and Lu families decided to voluntarily surrender and preserve their strength rather than fight to the death.

So before the barbarian army arrived, they took the initiative to leave Shangyu Market, leading a million Rogue Cultivator on a journey to relocate to Repel the North City.

The migration route was not easy; they frequently encountered raids by barbarian armies.

Last month, they even encountered a massive beast tide, which scattered millions of Rogue Cultivator, leaving the battlefield strewn with corpses.

Qin Fei fell into deep thought, never expecting that so much had happened during his absence.

Upon hearing about the beast tide, his heart sank even further.

Although Tang Zhan and the others had decent cultivation levels, even Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't guarantee their survival against a beast tide, and it was unknown whether they had escaped alive.

Fortunately, the beast tide has now subsided and they have returned to the mountains.

Otherwise, even he would have to take a detour.

"Can you still find the location where the beast tide occurred? Take me there."

Shitou Mother nodded in agreement.

Qin Fei did not leave immediately, but instead looked at the other cultivators.

These people remained motionless throughout their conversation.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare.

After all, the Iron Guard's Foundation Establishment aura was undeniable, so they dared not act recklessly.

Qin Fei looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the old man who had mocked Shitou Girl earlier.

"Fellow Daoist, how have you been?"

The old man kept his head down, barely daring to breathe, as if he hadn't heard Qin Fei's words.

Qin Fei smiled slightly and continued:

"When old friends meet, why pretend not to recognize each other? Raise your head!"

The old man's heart skipped a beat, and he could only slightly raise his head.

His face was ugly, covered with pustules.

It was in the hundred-story tower that the Gu worm cultivator was trying to harm Qin Fei.