Chapter 607: Old Ancestor is Polite

Outside the pharmacy, the wind continued to howl ferociously, emitting a sharp, piercing sound that imbued the air with a sense of terror. The atmosphere of the entire Clay City, under the cold arrogance of the thousands of Wind Guard clan cultivators, grew increasingly heavy and chilling.

"That little thief is probably kneeling before the Ancestor, begging for mercy right now!""Hmph, if begging for mercy worked, then the world would be completely peaceful.""Having stolen our clan's sacred artifact, according to the Ancestor's custom, that person will have their skin flayed and be made into a wind lantern specimen, with their soul burning inside perpetually."

Members of the Wind Guard clan sneered, one by one. Especially those white-robed cultivators who had clashed with Xu Qing, their hearts were now filled with excited anticipation.

"As arrogant as that little thief was that day, he will be just as miserable this month!""He stole our sacred artifact and evaded our pursuit; he certainly has some skill. But it's useless. In the face of absolute power, he is destined only for bitterness.""If the Ancestor makes him into a lamp, I'll definitely borrow it and play with it in my cave dwelling for a while.""And that parrot, and the evil spirit too."

These white-robed cultivators who had fought Xu Qing gathered together, chuckling and discussing, with anticipation in their eyes, occasionally glancing towards the pharmacy.

Although the Ancestor had been inside for a while, they had no worries; even the four Spirit Treasurers shared this belief.

They looked at the closed pharmacy door and detected no fluctuations inside. This was normal; given the Ancestor's cultivation level, once he entered, anyone he encountered would have no ability to resist.

"Just one glance, and the people inside probably collapsed mentally.""I heard that in his early years, the Ancestor enjoyed turning his opponents into various trinkets during his travels. He probably has some new ideas in there.""Quite interesting." As these four Spirit Treasurers chuckled amongst themselves, cultivators from various forces outside Clay City, who were also observing the situation, sighed with emotion. They knew that the Wind Guard clan's actions this time were probably not as simple as just destroying a pharmacy.

"The Clay City clan is about to become a death prison.""Moreover, according to their clan's customs, they might even stir up a perpetual white wind here to announce their might and terror to the world.""However, don't you think the Wind Guard clan's Ancestor has been inside for a bit too long?"

As cultivators outside Clay City whispered amongst themselves and the Wind Guard clan members inside the city waited, time slowly passed until an hour had gone by.

By this point, some people were starting to feel that something was amiss. Both cultivators outside and inside Clay City were looking at the pharmacy with increasing frequency.

The four Spirit Treasurers of the Wind Guard lineage also began to feel that too much time had passed. They exchanged glances, about to approach, when suddenly, the pharmacy door, which had been the focus of everyone's attention, creaked open from the inside.

The moment it opened, countless gazes instantly converged on it. These gazes carried anticipation, excitement, and concern. But in the very next instant, all eyes froze.

Inside the pharmacy door, the Ancestor of the Wind Guard clan slowly retreated, a respectful expression on his face, speaking as he backed away.

"I apologize for disturbing your rest. Indeed, it was thoughtless of me to cause you trouble."

The Ancestor nodded and bowed deeply, his expression filled with unprecedented reverence. After exiting the door, he even cupped his fists and bowed deeply towards the inside of the pharmacy.

"I will immediately have the remaining sacred artifacts sent over. They are a set; separating them is inappropriate, and keeping them with me is even more unsafe. From now on, if you need anything, simply squeeze that jade pendant, and no matter what I am doing, I will rush over immediately.""This time, I truly apologize for the disturbance.""My deepest apologies!"

The Ancestor's body trembled as he bowed once more, then the pharmacy door closed with a thud.

A cold wind blew from all directions, sweeping over Clay City and its streets. The surrounding members of the Wind Guard clan were all stunned, their expressions bewildered.

The cultivators outside the city were equally blank-minded. They had witnessed the Ancestor's politeness and heard his words.

In that instant, everyone felt the same way: it was unreal. The Ancestor's words and actions defied all their expectations.

In their understanding, this was an impossible occurrence, yet it had happened.

In the cold wind, the Ancestor stood outside the pharmacy, feeling his body still tremble. The coldness permeated his entire body, merging with his previous heart palpitations, turning into intense dread.

He felt incredibly cold. After reaching a certain cultivation level, he hadn't experienced such a mundane, bone-chilling cold in a very long time, but now, the sensation was overwhelmingly intense.

He dared not think too much, nor linger. As he trembled and slowly turned around, the four Spirit Treasurers among his clansmen looked at him with alarm and uncertainty.

"Ancestor, what happened?"

The Ancestor shook his head, his voice trembling with an unsuppressable fear as he spoke in a low, shaky voice.

"Don't ask, don't mention it. Let's leave quickly!"

The four Spirit Treasurers were shocked and quickly hurried away, surrounding the Ancestor. Just before leaving Clay City, the white-robed cultivator who had encountered Xu Qing, now utterly bewildered, couldn't help but ask.

"Ancestor, that little thief..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Ancestor suddenly turned his head, raised his hand and waved. With a bang, the white-robed cultivator spat out blood, was directly flung far away, and fell unconscious.

"That is a Grandmaster! I'd like to see who dares to address them so carelessly!" the Ancestor roared. The surrounding members of the Wind Guard clan trembled, their hearts filled with doubt and alarm. The Ancestor soared into the sky and vanished into the distance. Soon, the thousands of figures of their clan hurriedly left Clay City, merging into the wind and swiftly returning.

This scene caused the various forces outside the city who were observing the matter to involuntarily gasp, and a tremendous wave of shock rose within them. One by one, they couldn't help but look back at the small pharmacy.

"What just happened?!""Did I see that wrong, or am I hallucinating? Why do I feel like the Wind Guard Ancestor was trembling when he came out...""What did he experience? How could the Wind Guard Ancestor, who went in so arrogantly, come out like this?!""This pharmacy... something's not right!!"

Gasps of shock frequently echoed outside Clay City. Countless gazes, filled with apprehension, withdrew from the pharmacy, no longer daring to look.

What happened today left everyone dumbfounded. The mysteriousness born from this disbelief turned into intense fear, pushing their curiosity about the pharmacy to its peak.

What exactly happened inside?

Everyone was trembling with fear, daring not to linger, and quickly dispersed.

Meanwhile, inside the pharmacy, everything was as usual.

They had merely gained ten extra bags of spirit coins. Ling'er was excitedly counting them, while everyone else gathered around, curiously examining them.

You Jing sneered and continued boiling water.

Ning Yan sighed and re-wiped the areas on the floor that had been stepped on.

Having constantly done cleaning work these past few days, he had developed a severe obsession with cleanliness. Every time he saw a dirty spot, he felt uncomfortable and wouldn't feel at ease until he immediately wiped it clean with a rag.

The Young Lord, meanwhile, chuckled as he toyed with the beads in his hand.

One of the beads still contained the Black-Eyed Master. The newly added bead also contained a tribute: none other than the Wind Guard Ancestor.

Not his entire being, but merely a wisp of his soul.

Xu Qing, from beginning to end, had not appeared. He had been in the back room recovering from his injuries.

Chen Fanzhuo, at this moment, respectfully and cautiously greeted everyone and then withdrew. However, before he left, Ling'er took out some treasures from the storage bags and gave them to Chen Fanzhuo.

Chen Fanzhuo was thrilled and thanked her repeatedly.

And so, time passed. The storage bags given by the Wind Guard Ancestor as an apology for the disturbance contained many good items. Whether spirit stones, elixirs, or magical artifacts, they were all quite impressive.

As everyone distributed the items, the Young Lord entered the back room where Xu Qing was meditating.

Xu Qing looked up and quickly stood up to greet him. The Young Lord waved his hand, took out a pill bottle, and tossed it over.

"These are Soul Elixirs offered by that 'little friend' who just came, ten in total. After you consume one, your injuries won't need as much time to recover."

"The remaining nine are also very suitable for your continued recovery." Hearing this, Xu Qing quietly took the bottle. He opened it and took a look. With his mastery of alchemy, he immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of the elixir; its efficacy was specifically for soul injuries.

Such elixirs were valuable and rare.

Xu Qing didn't hesitate. He took out a pill and put it into his mouth. As the elixir melted, a wave of heat erupted directly in his mouth, not spreading throughout his body, but heading straight for his sea of consciousness.

In the next instant, his sea of consciousness roared as if a volcano had erupted, reaching his soul. Waves of fiery heat permeated him. His soul, originally dim, rapidly became clear, and moments later, not only were his injuries healed, but his soul even grew stronger.

Xu Qing was moved. When he opened his eyes, the Young Lord spoke calmly.

"Since you've recovered, it's time to continue your forging."

"Xu Qing, the power within you is chaotic. You haven't deeply delved into and understood each aspect. But in reality, if you can profoundly comprehend them, your combat power will advance by leaps and bounds!"

The Young Lord's eyes held deep meaning as he spoke in a low voice.

"If you continue like this, growing step by step, you will be too slow. Therefore, you must push yourself to the limit. Only between life and death will you realize your true potential."

"I'll take you to the Red Moon Divine Palace. I'll give you ten days. You will merge your Golden Crow Nascent Soul into this bead and fight the little fellow inside."

As the Young Lord spoke, he handed Xu Qing the bead that sealed the Black-Eyed Master.

"You will only use your Golden Crow Nascent Soul. Unearth its deeper transformations amidst life and death!"

"You have nine chances at 'death'. After getting injured, you can use elixirs to heal, but only nine times. This old man has promised the little fellow inside that starting from the tenth time, he can directly devour your Golden Crow Nascent Soul. Once he succeeds, I will set him free. Therefore, you either comprehend the deeper transformations of your Golden Crow Nascent Soul and forge your own trump card, or you will lose your Golden Crow Nascent Soul forever."

"Everything depends on your destiny." The Young Lord's gaze was profound. After speaking, he turned and left.

Xu Qing sat there silently, with a glint in his eyes as he held the bead. After he lowered his hand, he suddenly spoke.

"Golden Crow."

In an instant, black light gleamed above his head. The Golden Crow burst forth from within, exuding a sacred aura as flames flowed around it. With Xu Qing's consciousness merging into it, the Golden Crow's eyes became spirited, and it shot directly towards the bead.