Chapter 472: Taking People

Three days later, Wang Changsheng led a group of clansmen away from Qinglian Villa. He personally escorted Wang Qingjing to Qingyue Market City, then took the other clansmen to Myriad Snake Valley to hunt low-tier demonic beasts.

Deep within Myriad Snake Valley, in a certain dense black forest.

Wang Changsheng, Wang Qingshan, and Wang Qingjun stood by, while Wang Qiuming and ten other Qi Refining cultivators surrounded two calf-sized black spiders.

The two black spiders were high-grade first-tier demonic beasts. Wang Qiuming and the others attacked them using various methods: casting spells, wielding spiritual artifacts, or controlling puppet beasts.

According to Wang Qingshan, second-tier demonic beasts within Wei Kingdom had been almost wiped out, making it extremely difficult to find one. It would take at least several decades for their numbers to recover.

Years of continuous warfare had caused significant losses for various immortal cultivation families. To compensate, many families dispatched teams to hunt demonic beasts, with second-tier beasts being their primary targets.

With his grandfather personally observing the battle, Wang Qiuming was excited and dared not be careless in the slightest.

The two black spiders did not possess strong offensive abilities and were no match for Wang Qiuming and his companions.

A rumbling sound echoed as a fair-faced woman in red drew a line in the air with one hand. Numerous crimson light specks appeared in the void, swiftly forming a giant fire sphere the size of a water vat, radiating intense heat.

“Go!”

Following the woman's command, the giant fire sphere, with a whistling sound, slammed into the two black spiders.

With a tremendous roar, the giant fire sphere transformed into rolling flames, engulfing the two black spiders. Agonized shrieks emanated from within the inferno.

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Qiuming summoned a golden seal. He struck it with an incantation, and the seal spun rapidly, quickly expanding to the size of a house before smashing down.

Their coordination was highly skilled, clearly indicating that this was not their first time working together.

“Qingshan, what is the name of that female clanswoman in red?”

Wang Changsheng pointed at the woman in red and asked via spiritual transmission.

“Replying to Uncle Nine, she is Qiuling, the daughter of our fifteenth brother. She is twenty-five years old and at the seventh level of Qi Refining, proficient in fire-attribute spells. This child is a mid-grade first-tier artifact forger, but she doesn't like staying within the clan to forge artifacts. She often accompanies us on demonic beast hunts. If Autumn Ming and the others' spiritual artifacts are damaged, Qiuling repairs them. She is a promising talent.”

Wang Qingshan introduced her via spiritual transmission, his words full of praise for Wang Qiuling.

Wang Changsheng secretly noted Wang Qiuling's name. He often entered secluded cultivation these days and was not fully aware of the younger clansmen's situations.

The ground trembled violently as the two black spiders were smashed into a pulp by the enlarged golden seal.

Wang Qiuming formed a hand seal with one hand, and the golden seal swiftly reverted to its original size, flying back into his sleeve and disappearing.

Wang Changsheng summoned a Soul-Collecting Bottle and collected the souls of the two first-tier demonic beasts.

After resting for the duration of a cup of tea, they continued their journey.

Wang Changsheng wished to collect some demonic beast souls and, at the same time, observe the performance of the demonic beast hunting team's members. They were the family's guarantee for future development in the South Sea. To be frank, after witnessing how South Sea cultivators hunted demonic beasts, Wang Changsheng wasn't very optimistic about his family's hunting team.

They still engaged demonic beasts head-on, which was unavoidable. A set of second-tier formation flags cost over ten thousand spirit stones, and if damaged, Wang Changyue might not be able to repair them, as her formation mastery wasn't that high.

In a certain underground cave within the Taiyi Secret Realm, loud rumbling sounds occasionally echoed, as if someone was fighting inside.

Inside the underground cave, Wang Mingren and two other disciples of the Taiyi Immortal Sect were attacking a massive white ice flood dragon. Scattered across the ground were dozens of broken red formation flags, several spiritual artifacts with dim spiritual light, and some white scales.

In the lower-left corner of the cave was a pond about a dozen zhang wide, containing a lotus flower that was entirely white.

Not far away, a smaller white ice flood dragon lay on the ground, its head severed by a sharp weapon, bleeding profusely.

The white ice flood dragon was a high-grade second-tier demonic beast. Relying on its thick hide and robust body, it was evenly matched against Wang Mingren and the two others.

Wang Mingren continuously cast fire or metal attribute spells, attacking the white ice flood dragon. His casting speed was incredibly fast, causing the ice flood dragon to shriek repeatedly and accumulate numerous wounds.

Realizing the danger, the white ice flood dragon opened its gaping maw and unleashed a deluge of white ice cones, overwhelming Wang Mingren and the two others. It then shook its head and tail, charging towards the cave entrance.

Wang Mingren sneered. He formed an incantation, and countless flames appeared at the cave entrance, quickly forming a colossal crimson fire net that sealed off the opening.

The white ice flood dragon plunged headfirst into the crimson fire net, instantly causing a tremendous roar and billowing flames.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhao Wuji channeled his immense magic power into his Natal Spiritual Artifact. The red long saber erupted with dazzling red light, and a layer of crimson flames emerged on its blade.

The white ice flood dragon panicked, emitting a large quantity of white cold mist from its body, extinguishing the flames.

A dragon's roar and a phoenix's cry resounded as a crimson fire flood dragon and a crimson phoenix soared forward, crashing into the white ice flood dragon's body.

“Boom!”

A massive roar echoed as rolling flames engulfed the white ice flood dragon's body.

“Strike it down!”

Following Zhao Wuji's low shout, a crimson blade energy, over a hundred zhang long, shot out furiously, slashing towards the white ice flood dragon.

A mournful wail rang out as the heavily wounded white ice flood dragon was cut into two by the crimson blade energy, utterly dead.

Wang Mingren formed an incantation, and the crimson fire flood dragon and crimson phoenix flew towards him, transforming into two rings midway—the Mother-Child Dragon Phoenix Rings.

The Mother-Child Dragon Phoenix Rings circled once, then vanished into his sleeve.

“We finally killed these two beasts; we almost had an accident.”

Wang Mingren breathed a sigh of relief. He summoned a blue gourd, which instantly expanded and flew above the pond.

He changed his incantation, and the blue gourd's lid automatically flew open. A powerful suction force appeared out of thin air, drawing large quantities of pond water towards the blue gourd.

There wasn't much water in the pond, and it was soon drained.

Wang Mingren formed an incantation, and the blue gourd quickly reverted to its original size, vanishing into his sleeve.

“Junior Brother Wang, this is your share.”

Zhao Wuji tossed a blood-stained storage bag to Wang Mingren, smiling as he spoke.

Wang Mingren shook his head and returned the storage bag to Zhao Wuji, saying sternly, “Senior Brother Zhao, didn't we agree? You helped me kill these two beasts, so the pond water is mine, and everything else is yours. Please don't be so polite with me.”

He treated people sincerely, never took advantage of others, and valued his promises highly. For this reason, he had made many friends.

“Junior Brother Wang, if it weren't for your help, we wouldn't have been able to kill those two beasts. Please don't be polite with us; just take it!”

Zhao Wuji said with a smile, his tone sincere.

“That's right! Junior Brother Wang, don't be so reserved with us.”

Wang Mingren shook his head, his tone stern: “No, a person cannot stand without trustworthiness. I cannot accept it. If you insist on this, I wouldn't dare ask for your help in the future.”