Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

No wonder all realms instinctively resist outsiders; it's not without reason.

Seeing his expression, Han Qingxun's recognition of this Junior Brother Tian Qiu increased once more.

It seems this Junior Brother Tian Qiu has not been "brainwashed" into the kind that sees all spirits as insignificant like "Heavenly People."

Having once been in the lower realm, Han Qingxun had seen too many such examples, and it was precisely because of this that he climbed up desperately and eventually became a disciple of Yaochi Fairyland.

Yet, he still reached out to hold Ji Jingqiu, whispering, "Junior Brother Tian Qiu, don't act recklessly. Although we also disdain the conduct of this [Blood Demon Palace], these demons..."

Ji Jingqiu asked about the Blood Demon Palace's forces.

Han Qingxun thought this Junior Brother Tian Qiu was indeed "living in the deep mountains too long," lacking experience, so he solemnly warned him:

"The opposition belongs to the Ten Directions Sects. The disciples of this faction are extremely cruel, advocating killing to resolve karma, having grudges with various dojos, and are powerful. There's no need to provoke them proactively."

Ji Jingqiu was puzzled; since there was enmity, why not settle the score?

Han Qingxun sighed, somewhat earnest, saying:

"What does karma from other sects have to do with you? Even if you intervene proactively, will others be grateful to you? We Martial Artists from the lower realm must prioritize self-preservation, and if severely injured..."

Just then.

An eerie laugh came from ahead.

"Just right, we need more hands, picking a few to assist us in collecting vital blood. Don't move; I'll pick a few people."

A surge of spiritual waves came, cold to the bone, carrying distinct malice.

"You, you, and you two, stay behind."

A disciple creature of the Blood Demon Palace walked over, dressed in blood garments, entirely crimson, over three meters tall, with a pair of large bat-wing blood wings behind, and a blood relic embedded in his brow.

Just by approaching, a strange fragrance filled the air, mixed with a bloody and exotic aroma, making one dizzy upon smelling it.

He arrogantly pointed at two women among Ji Jingqiu's group, being quite domineering, also picking Ji Jingqiu.

Han Qingxun's expression immediately turned dark, flipping out on the spot:

"Ungrateful! Take him down!"

With a stern shout, Han Qingxun was the first to strike, this disciple from Yaochi Fairyland, his moves ethereal and transcendent, wrapped in mist, untouched by earthly smoke.

Ji Jingqiu stood behind, marveling.

Senior Brother Han, who a moment ago advised him to understand self-preservation, in the next instant tore off pretenses and struck hard; truly ruthless.

Or is this the basic style of Three Thousand Yanfutu?

Han Qingxun proactively attacked, his strength formidable, and with the combined forces nearby, swiftly took down this Blood Demon Palace disciple.

In their clash, several Blood Demon Palace disciples nearby immediately rushed over for support, and the battle between them erupted instantly.

Ji Jingqiu wasn't idle either, cooperating with Han Qingxun and others to take down all the Blood Demon Palace disciples.

"Hmm, contrary to my expectations, I thought these few would be strong, leading to a hard battle. Yet, surprisingly, it was solved so quickly."

Someone on Ji Jingqiu's side whispered, drawing agreement from the others.

Amongst the realms, the difference between Ten Directions Sects and True Saint Dojo lies in top combat power, and for these Martial Artists beneath Heavenly People, the gap depends on the individual.

Han Qingxun was also somewhat surprised the battle ended too easily, the Blood Demon Palace disciples being best at a Blood Burning Secret Technique.

This Secret Technique consumes origin vital blood, greatly boosting combat power, a desperate move, especially when Blood Demon Palace disciples are mostly madmen, fighting desperately over disagreements, which is why he initially avoided provocation.

Unexpectedly, the battle ended without them even using the Blood Burning Secret Technique.

Standing behind, Ji Jingqiu coldly glanced at the several Blood Demon Palace disciples who were restrained.

The latter recalled the thunderous power felt during the hurried clash and couldn't help but shiver, their expressions terrified.

That person's physique is terrifyingly strong!

Han Qingxun interrogated them about local intelligence, then suddenly asked, "Do you have any life-saving methods?"

Several Blood Demon Palace disciples shook their heads.

Han Qingxun nodded, suddenly struck, cutting off their heads with a sword, simultaneously bursting with Sword Qi, shredding their spiritual waves.

Subsequently, under the shocked, admiring gaze of the crowd, he slowly sheathed his sword, calmly saying:

"Junior Brother Tian Qiu, you lack experience, so today I'll demonstrate for you. In the Three Thousand Yanfutu forces, everyone has a background behind them, so avoid making enemies if possible. But if enmity is formed, be resolute, leaving no future trouble."

Ji Jingqiu gravely said, "Tian Qiu appreciates the lesson."

Then, Han Qingxun once again gave Ji Jingqiu a demonstration of "touching the corpse," making Ji Jingqiu feel the trip worthwhile.

Previously whether in the Federation or along the Ancient Road, he hadn't developed such good habits, feeling deeply ashamed.

After tidying up the aftermath, the group was about to leave.

Before leaving, seeing distraught ordinary people wailing beside corpses in the city center not far away, the group felt somewhat silent.

Han Qingxun suddenly spoke expressionlessly, "Let's go, everyone; this Cosmic Light Fragment won't last long, and these people will die all the same."

Everyone remained silent.

That's the reality.

Ji Jingqiu pushed out a palm of spiritual waves like a gentle breeze, making those people ahead fall asleep.

He couldn't save these people, only letting them have a good dream.

Though just a "scene" they passed by, he truly experienced the cruelty of alien clan invasion, often resulting in genocide.

The group set off again, despite being a fragmented Cosmic Light, its vastness remained, with mountain ranges like towering dragons, lakes akin to inland seas, and cities.