Unlike Zhao Shuangyan, Meizhu and others who grew up in Qunxian City, Wu Qianben was a master recruited by Yun Zhonghe from other islands in the South China Sea Alliance.
In other words, the Immortal City is just a workplace for him, not a hometown.
Ever since Yun Zhonghe was driven away, Wu Qian had a very unsatisfactory life on the island these years, and he should have run away long ago.
But for some reason, he still stayed in the Immortal City in confusion, working conscientiously as a guard of the city lord's palace, as if there was a voice in the dark telling him to fulfill his duties and be loyal to the city lord.
As time passed, the voice gradually became fainter and became intermittent, but it always lingered in his mind and did not completely dissipate.
Until the moment when he was furious and strangled Menghong to death, the agitated emotions were like turbulent waves, finally breaking through the shackles of sound.
At this moment, the strange feeling that had always haunted him disappeared.
The colors between heaven and earth are more vivid, the sounds are clearer, and even the air sucked into the nose becomes fresher and more refreshing.
What a fool I am!
Why don't I leave? You have to live on this shabby island and suffer!
Wu Qian seemed to have received the initiation from an immortal, and suddenly felt enlightened.
Then, he rushed out of the fog without hesitation and found a spare ship in the corner of the island. Without even saying hello, he set sail, rode the wind and waves, and headed straight for the vast world outside.
Wide sea diving, sky high the birds to fly!
Traveling alone in a boat along this journey was almost the most enjoyable thing Wu Qian had done in recent years.
Breathing in the slightly salty smell of sea water, feeling the warm sunshine and gentle sea breeze, Wu Qian was excited. Menghong, country bumpkins, and beautiful bamboos were all left behind, and he felt that the bright future was just around the corner. Before my eyes, life has reached its peak.
After sailing like this for about half a day, he was still surrounded by the boundless blue sea. After the novelty wore off, he gradually became bored.
Could it be that we were driving in the wrong direction?
After all, he had not been to the sea for many years, so this thought instinctively flashed through Wu Qian's mind.
He was planning to observe the sky and get a sense of direction. Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, he was pierced by an extremely bright light that pierced his eyes, making him almost unable to see.
Damn it!
WTF?
So bright!
Wu Qian was startled. He quickly rubbed his eyes with his right hand and looked again. Only then did he realize that there was a figure standing above his head at some point.
A tall, bald man!
The bright light just now was the dazzling light reflected by the sun falling on this man's head.
With his ordinary facial features, shabby clothes, and the dirty piece of cloth on his shoulder, based on his appearance alone, this bald man looked like a waiter in the catering industry.
However, such an unremarkable-looking figure stood in the sky, his piercing eyes staring closely at him.
Spirit... Spirit Master?
Wu Qian couldn't help showing a look of disbelief on his face, feeling that the other party's cultivation level and dress were extremely inconsistent.
First the barber, then the waiter!
How come these days, anyone can be a spiritual master?
Zhang Bangbang's annoying face couldn't help but appear in his mind. Wu Qian couldn't help but glance at the bald man above him, and then looked down at the cool golden armor on his body, feeling suddenly in a trance.
"Little one, where did you come from?"
While he was thinking wildly, the bald man spoke.
His voice was quite soft, but it was difficult to conceal the condescending and arrogant feeling in his tone.
"Wu Qian from the Immortal City."
Wu Qian was immediately unhappy. He finally suppressed his temper and replied stiffly, "I have met my senior. Do you dare to ask my senior's name?"
"City of Immortals?"
Unexpectedly, the bald man ignored his question and instead murmured to himself, "What kind of force is this? Why have I never heard of it?"
"Senior, nothing's wrong."
Wu Qian was already a little unhappy, but now that he was being ignored, he became even more dissatisfied. He simply clasped his fists and said, "Then I'll excuse you, junior."
After that, he lowered his head and drove the boat away.
"No hurries?"
Above the head, the bald man's voice came again, "After traveling for so long, we finally found someone to talk to. We might as well have a good chat!"
Before he finished speaking, a mysterious and vast aura fell from the sky and enveloped Wu Qian accurately.
He only felt that his limbs were weak, his whole body was stiff, and he instantly lost the ability to move.
"W-what did you do?"
At this moment, Wu Qiandeng panicked and yelled at the top of his lungs, "I am from the Immortal City. If you dare to hurt me, the city lord will definitely not be able to spare you!"
However, although his voice was loud, it was difficult to conceal the lustful and inner feeling in it.
Wu Qian didn't know in his heart that Zhao Shuangyan was merciful by not cutting him into pieces for the crime of killing Menghong. How could he forcefully stand up for him and offend a powerful spiritual master practitioner?
"Oh? Is this Immortal City Lord so powerful?"
The bald man didn't take his threat seriously at all, but asked with a smile, "Then why is the Immortal City not included in the seven holy places in the world?"
"Holy Land? That is the strongest force with saints."
Wu Qian sneered and said, "You look like you, are you worthy of letting the saint take action? I'm afraid you're just thinking about it!"
"As you can see, I can already fly."
The bald man laughed and said, "Since there are no saints or strong men in this group of fairy cities, what should I fear?"
"this……"
Wu Qian's expression froze, and a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face.
As the bald man said, he was able to fly in the air, so he obviously had the level of spiritual master, while Zhao Shuangyan, the lord of the Immortal City, was just a spiritual master.
In this way, using the name of Qunxian City really doesn't scare him.
As for whether this person would have realized the Great Dao, or even broken through to the Holy Realm, it was completely beyond Wu Qian's consideration.
To him, it was already a big joke that people at the bottom of society, such as barbers and shop waiters, had spiritual cultivation. To go to a higher level was tantamount to fantasy and completely beyond the limits of imagination.
"Besides, even if your city lord is more powerful than me, water from afar cannot save a fire that is near."
The bald man continued, "I will kill you now and then run away thousands of miles away. What can he do to me?"
"this……"
Wu Qian's expression became more and more ugly, he was worried, and even his legs and feet could not help but feel weak. His mind was racing, he was scratching his stomach, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. After a while, he suddenly had an idea and shouted loudly, "Who said our Immortal City doesn't have any Saint? Although the city lord only has spiritual cultivation, many saints from Piaohua Palace are now visiting the island! You must be familiar with the name of Piaohua Palace. It is the most holy land in the world, with powerful strength and many saints. If you dare to hurt me even half a hair..."
His original intention was to use the tiger skin of Lin Zhiyun and others as a banner, so that the other party would not dare to act rashly. Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, there was a sudden flash of light and shadow in front of his eyes, followed by a pain in his arm.
The bald man who was far away just now appeared in front of Wu Qian at some point, with a pair of big hands holding his arms firmly.
"Have you met the people from Piaohua Palace? Interesting!"
I saw a frightening cold light shining in his eyes, and his voice was indescribably sinister, "Come on, come on, talk to me carefully!"
Staring into his terrifying eyes, Wu Qian felt a chill running down his spine, chills all over his body, and he couldn't stop shivering. He could no longer think of any resistance...
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"What! Wu Qian ran away?"
Zhong Wen's expression changed and he blurted out, "When did it happen?"
When he first heard the news, he didn't react much. It wasn't until he took a dozen breaths that he gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.
"I'm sorry, it was my negligence."
There was a deep sense of guilt on Zhao Shuangyan's pretty face, "I heard that he was still quarreling with others during the day yesterday, but I didn't see him in the city lord's mansion this morning. I sent people to search all over the island, even I also asked Sister Zhiyun to help me, but no trace of him was found, so he must have secretly left the Immortal City."
"But he..."
Zhong Wen thought for a while and said, "Didn't you find a girl you like? Her name seems to be Hong, and she ran away too?"
"She..." The guilt on Zhao Shuangyan's face grew stronger, "She is dead."
"Wu Qian killed him?" Zhong Wen reacted instinctively.
"I really can't think of any other explanation." Zhao Shuangyan sighed.
I was just concentrating on my cultivation and chasing gossip once less, but I actually missed such an important plot!
Zhong Wen froze on the spot, unable to laugh or cry, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.
"He's just a person of bad character. He just left. It's not a big deal." Zhao Shuangyan continued, "I just thought that you guys seemed to be avoiding your enemies. If he went out and talked nonsense and leaked the situation here, I'm afraid... There will be big trouble, so I came here to discuss it with you."
"Where are the palace master sisters and the others?" Zhong Wen pondered for a moment and then asked.
"Sister Zhiyun and several other saint masters have already gone out to look for him." Zhao Shuangyan answered truthfully, "I don't know if I have gained anything yet."
"Thank you, sister, for coming here to let me know."
Instead, Zhong Wen comforted her and said, "Wu Qian is not as good as the Heavenly Wheel. He has to rely on ships to go to sea. He shouldn't be able to run very far for most of the day. I'll go look for him too. Maybe I can bring him back."
"Sorry." Zhao Shuangyan apologized profusely.
"Sister, rest assured."
Zhong Wen's eyes shone with incomparable confidence, "As long as I'm here, the sky won't fall!"
