Chapter 98 Tangled Thoughts He Qing brought Su Guang back to Liangzhou City. Although the city could no longer be called a city, the people living here were still there, and the situation was not much different from when He Qing left. There were broken walls and ruins everywhere. Moreover, after the people from Lingshan left, this place was a mixed crowd. There were unknown immortal sects and demon cultivators in disguise who made no effort to hide their ill intentions. They were equally matched. They would catch anyone and ask about the affairs of Qi Guanjia and the demon beast, making the people in the city miserable. He Qing originally wanted to stay in Liangzhou City to rest, but seeing this situation, he could only find a dilapidated temple outside the city to stay in. "Luckily I still have this tranquilizing pill with me." He Qing took out a small gourd from his storage bag and took out the pill from it while sighing, "It's true that you never know what will happen tomorrow. Who knows when I'll need it?" Su Guang sat against the red-painted pillar of the dilapidated temple, looking a little tired, but still smiling as he responded, "Master actually carries the gifts given by the Second Young Master Qi Guan with him every day. I'm really envious of you." He Qing knew Su Guang's personality very well. If he paid any attention to him, he would have no idea what he was going to say. So he simply pried open his jaw and roughly threw the Tranquility Pill into it: "Then you can be envious." Su Guang did not take it as an offense, and grabbed He Qing's sleeve with his backhand, saying weakly: "Master, I feel uncomfortable." He Qing didn't look at him, and couldn't break free, so he just sat cross-legged beside him, straightened his robes and said: "I'm still feeling uncomfortable. This time my vitality was seriously damaged, and my cultivation level is slow to recover. I have to share it with you and serve you. I really owe you." The phrase "share it with you" was emphasized more than "serve you". It was obvious that sharing her cultivation was the thing that He Qing could not accept the most. It made her feel more uncomfortable than losing her vitality and serving others.
But although it was just one complaint after another, to Suguang's ears, it sounded as if a woman in a village was chattering about her man, and he felt very comfortable listening to it. Su Guang shamelessly leaned over, rested his head on He Qing's shoulder, and sighed: "Master always speaks hard but is soft-hearted. Even though you despise me so much, you still don't abandon me." "..." He Qing's body stiffened slightly. These days, Su Guang has been sticking to her more and more. Although it cannot be considered as physical harassment, there are many small actions like sticking close to her and leaning on her, so much so that He Qing even suspects whether Su Guang's serious injury is fake. What made it hard for her not to care was that after the kiss, Su Guang did not make any statement, as if to him it was just a stamp and a signature. This made He Qing, who was aroused, feel confused and at a loss as to what to do. When he thought of this, He Qing felt suffocated, shrugged and pushed him away, and said seriously: "You still haven't told me what you want to do in Sanzu River." Suguang touched his red cheek, glanced at Heqing with a bit of grievance, leaned back against the pillar, looked up at the beams of light pouring down from the dilapidated roof, and said in a casual tone: "That's the way I came here. I was injured, so I naturally have to go there to heal." He Qing couldn't help but turned his head to quickly glance at Su Guang. He saw that his right hand was resting leisurely on his bent right knee, and the beam of light was shining directly on his body. Under the flickering dust, his delicate face was glowing with soft light, and his eyes showed no sadness or joy, as if he were a god, so beautiful that no one dared to blaspheme. "..." He Qing withdrew his gaze in embarrassment and said uncomfortably: "Wait until I have adjusted my breathing, then we will set off." After all, Su Guang suffered because of her. Even if it was to hide his tangled little emotions, he should not have said such chilling words. He Qing's guilt resurfaced. After thinking back to when his cultivation had recovered a little, he immediately wanted to repair the forbidden spell on his chest, but when he lifted his robe, he found that there was not even a trace of the curse left. So at present, he had to rely on He Qing to pass on his spiritual energy and cultivation three times a day to barely mix his magic energy to the level of ordinary magic cultivators. But this was not a long-term solution after all. If, as Su Guang said, there was a way to restore him in Sanzu River, then reaching Sanzu River as soon as possible would solve the problem fundamentally. Just as he was thinking about it, He Qing suddenly felt that there were several demon cultivators coming outside the dilapidated temple. They came in a dignified manner and even exuded their aura from a distance, as if they were greeting the people in the temple. This kind of situation has happened more than once since He Qing and the other two came out of the Yuling Palace. They always came for the magical beasts below the Yuling Palace. He Qing's face darkened and he said nothing. He just set up a barrier around Su Guang's body and walked out alone. Across the barrier, Su Guang looked at He Qing's leaving figure, his eyes softened, and there was a tenderness in them that he himself had never understood. ■ Outside the dilapidated temple, there were three men and two women, all of whom had skinny cheeks and lips that were dark purple. It was obvious at first glance that they were not demon cultivators who had practiced in the normal way. He Qing held Ye Ying's long figure with his left hand, standing expressionlessly in front of the crumbling plaque at the entrance of the dilapidated temple, and said in a tepid tone, "Looking for me?" The leading male cultivator cupped his hands and said respectfully, "I heard that Sect Leader He Qing killed many people in the Yuling Palace, broke into their forbidden area, killed their Sect Leader, and broke the seal below. I came here specially to express my admiration to Sect Leader He Qing."
The attitude of this male cultivator seemed very polite, but while he was speaking, the other four demon cultivators had gradually approached, surrounding He Qing in a fan shape, and stopped just outside the attack range of He Qing's whisk. He Qing pulled the corners of his lips with a fake smile: "Got it, you can leave now." The leading male cultivator took out the folding fan from his waist and opened it, fanning himself in front of him in a self-conscious manner, saying, "Master He Qing doesn't look like he has reached the level of transcending tribulation as the rumors say, but was he injured in the Yuling Palace?" As soon as he finished speaking, a wind blade flew out and directly cut the folding fan into two pieces. Seeing this, the five demon cultivators immediately retreated a distance. He Qing sighed helplessly: "I am injured, not dead, why do you have to test my depth?" He Qing launched his attack without even gaining momentum, and the air around him didn't even fluctuate at all. This could only be done by a cultivator with extremely high cultivation base who had used his spiritual power to the extreme. The five demon cultivators couldn't help but sweat profusely. After exchanging glances, the other male cultivator boldly threatened: "I advise you to be smart and hand over the sealed monster to us, otherwise..." "Otherwise?" He Qing took a step forward slowly, and the five demon cultivators immediately took a step back, which made He Qing laugh: "I advise you to go back and tell the others, just one sentence, the demon beast is here, I can't give it to you, if you want to snatch it, you have to exchange your life for it." "How shameless!" a female cultivator shouted, "I don't believe you can fight five people alone!" Then she rushed forward with a whip in hand. (End of this chapter)