Longevity: Start Farming with Entries

Two late-stage Tier Two, one mid-stage Foundation Establishment Great Demon, plus two Tier Two Middle-Grade Puppets.

A fierce and overwhelming aura enveloped the entire scene.

The Tribulation Cultivators present were also taken aback by this sudden change!

Just those two late-stage Tier Two Great Demons were enough trouble for them, not to mention the master who had hidden so deeply.

Only now did the Tribulation Cultivators realize that Fellow Daoist Qin from Wei Country wasn't afraid at all because he was fully prepared.

He didn't immediately escape after leaving the market because he was waiting to set a trap!

How can an ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator control such terrifying Tier Two Great Demons?

But what happened next.

Was even more shocking to them.

"Second Brother, take care of those on the right."

"Third Brother, you're watching the left."

"I'll handle those three late-stage Foundation Establishment ones."

"Make sure none of them escape, and keep the bodies intact; the master has great use for them."

"Cough! This is my first battle after pledging allegiance to the master, and you all should perform well too."

Among the three Demon Beasts, the large, gray-furred Mouse Demon spoke human words!

For a moment, the worldviews of all the Tribulation Cultivators were turned upside down.

Among the Demon Race, who besides a Tier Three Demon King could speak and possess intelligence?

Thinking of this.

Many Tribulation Cultivators broke out in cold sweat, the five demons of Blade Mountain, who had initially boasted of easily capturing Qin Ming, were now starting to back out.

Roar!

Before anyone could react, the Profound Water Crocodile's body expanded to thirty zhang, its mountain-sized body blocking all escape routes.

Immediately, its tail crackled with blue lightning, sweeping toward the nearest cultivators!

Boom!

Two early-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators were barely brushed by the crocodile's tail when they were instantly overpowered by its destructive force, their bodies falling from the sky like broken cloth.

Qin Ming, quick of eye and hand, used the Thorn Technique to drain the two corpses, leaving only two Blood Pearls in his hand.

The crowd had never seen such a bizarre method, and they were scared out of their wits.

"This one's too tough, retreat quickly!"

The group quickly assessed the situation. Except for the three late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators, none of them would even be a snack for the two late-stage Tier Two Great Demons.

Buzz~

Just then, invisible ripples spread through the air.

Everyone suddenly felt dizzy in their minds, their Mana momentarily stalled, and nearly all their techniques were rendered unusable.

After the Silver-winged Frost Bee advanced to the late-stage Tier Two, its Divine Techniques were incomparable to before.

Taking advantage of this gap, in a few flashes, it had killed three Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Swoosh!

The bald, burly man, seemingly a Body Cultivator, lunged fiercely at Qin Ming, trying to break through him.

But halfway through, he sensed a terrifying wave from below.

As the late-stage Foundation Establishment bald man tried to dodge, it was too late.

Swish!

A pitch-black Earth Spike several zhang long appeared from the void, piercing him completely through.

The bald cultivator's strong physique was as fragile as paper against this black Earth Spike Technique.

The next second, the Heaven-Devouring Rat quietly emerged from the void beside him, bared its sharp teeth, and bit off his neck.

Blood spurted as the bald man's eyes filled with terror, dying beyond revival.

"Ah!"

On the other side.

Qin Ming's three Spirit Pets and two puppets unleashed their might, practically a one-sided massacre.

Though the Heaven-Devouring Rat's cultivation had only recovered to Tier Two Mid-Stage, its battle prowess with Divine Techniques was not inferior to a Tier Two Perfection Level Great Demon.

Its form disappearing and reappearing in the void, the remaining two late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators hadn't even spotted it before it bit their necks.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, spare me!"

Pleas for mercy kept coming, but Qin Ming remained unheard.

After half an incense stick's worth of time.

Without Qin Ming having to do much, the dozen or so Tribulation Cultivators were swiftly dealt with.

Qin Ming used the Thorn Technique, harvesting more than a dozen Blood Pearls from the Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators.

"Fresh fertilizer!"

Expressionless, he pocketed all the storage pouches of these Tribulation Cultivators, then destroyed the bodies and left the place.

But he hadn't gone far.

Behind him again came the sound of something breaking through the air.

And the speed of the newcomer was many times faster than the previous Tribulation Cultivators.

Within just a few breaths, the figure had caught up to Qin Ming from behind.

Frowning, he glanced back to find Lin Zixiao disguised as a white-faced middle-aged man approaching.

Vigilance rose in Qin Ming's heart, his gaze turning cold. Lin Zixiao, this demonic overlord, was unlike those ordinary Tribulation Cultivators before.

'Could he be coming for me too?'

'If that's the case, I'll have to strike first.'

Just as Qin Ming was about to make a move, he sensed three more powerful presences following Lin Zixiao.

"Oh?"

"Fellow Daoist Qin! It's said we're not on the same path."

"Yet here we meet again so soon."

Lin Zixiao halted in front of him and greeted him with a smile.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Three Escape Lights arrived, stopping nearby, revealing their appearances.

Qin Ming raised his eyes and saw that it was Old Ghost Mu Hee, along with two other Foundation Establishment Perfection Cultivators who participated in the black market trade.

Old Ghost Mu Hee was puzzled as to why his target had suddenly stopped, but seeing Qin Ming brought a sinister smile to his face.

"Turns out it's Fellow Daoist Qin, what a coincidence."

From the situation, Qin Ming guessed that Old Ghost Mu Hee had his eyes on the Five Elements Primordial Spirit Peach in Lin Zixiao's hand.

Unable to win the auction, intending to snatch it.

However, Old Ghost Mu Hee probably didn't know that he was pursuing the number one demonic robber of Wei Country's Cultivation Realm.

On the brink of death, still unaware.

"Mu Hee, there's one more, what do we do?" asked a Foundation Establishment Perfection Cultivator beside Mu Hee.

They knew of Qin Ming's reputation in Wei Country, and if he were killed and news got out, they might no longer be able to stay in Wei.

"Finish them all!"

"If worst comes to worst, we can always return to Liang Country."

Old Ghost Mu Hee was also decisive, promptly making his decision.

Lin Zixiao faintly smiled, indifferent, and said to Qin Ming: "Fellow Daoist Qin! Did you hear? These three want both our lives."

"Heh! I'd say they're the ones who are going to die, don't you agree, Fellow Daoist Lin?" Qin Ming retorted with a cold laugh, revealing the other's identity.

Lin Zixiao was likely here for him too, so there was no point in further pretense.

He hadn't anticipated three more tails following.

Lin Zixiao's face was still smiling, but as Qin Ming exposed his identity, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"How did you discover my identity?" Lin Zixiao dropped the smile, turmoil rising within.

In that moment, he found Qin Ming difficult to fathom.

His Disguise Secret Technique originated from the Demonic Inheritance in the Yunze Wilderness ruins.

Even the Golden Core Ancestor couldn't see through it, yet Qin Ming had identified him. This was deeply unsettling.

The two of them spoke, almost ignoring Old Ghost Mu Hee and the others.

This left Old Ghost Mu Hee startled for a moment.

"What Fellow Daoist Lin?"

"To think it was someone hiding behind a mask."

Exposed by Qin Ming, Lin Zixiao no longer hid, and black mist rose around him.

His form and face twisted, revealing his true appearance.

A tall and grim black-robed cultivator appeared before everyone.

"Fellow Daoist Qin! Long time no see!"