Xie Qing left the group of disciples with a smile, their faces marred beyond recognition. He had sessfully robbed them... ahem, politely asked to borrow their umted wealth for an indefinite period.


    "Ah, there are still such generous people in this world! I am amazed!" Xie Qing marveled at their kindness as he wiped the blood from his bones.


    Although his methods were questionable in terms of righteousness, as a result, he had umted many techniques, most of which he could simply sell because they did not suit his style. Among the seized techniques were sinister techniques. Xie Qing burned these without hesitation.


    What are sinister techniques? They are murky practices that require you to immerse yourself in bloodshed, perform rituals, and other devilish things to gain this power. Even on the ck market, they are hard to sell, and if you are caught selling them, you will be killed without trial.


    Therefore, Xie Qing did not take the risk, and he felt repulsed by such techniques. It is best to burn them when theye into view, to reduce the number of madmen who willter get in the way.


    "Ah... Daoist brothers, I thought you were generous, but it turns out you are very greedy. Understand this junior, I was forced to take these techniques from you for the sake of the Heavens!" Xie Qing said in a righteous voice, sighing as if he were a great hero who had taken on the burden of responsibility for the whole world.


    One way or another, Xie Qing continued to stroll around the inner part of the cave and came across techniques lying on the ground and groups of noble Daoist brothers and sisters who, with great pleasure, handed over their loot to him.


    "Thank you for your generosity," Xie Qing said with a bright smile, forgetting to wipe the blood off his face. This blood, of course, belonged to the killed disciples.


    "D-do, y-y-you mean... c-can we go now?" a disciple stammered.


    "Hm? Of course! I said you are free to do what you want," Xie Qing replied with a gentle smile.


    Shkriek.


    The sound of someone tearing fabric was heard. Xie Qing tore the robe of the killed disciple and wiped his face with it, regaining his handsome and innocent appearance.


    The disciples watching this could only swallow hard. They were injured, and their wounds worsened with each second due to the Sword Aura, so they had to swallow this insult and get out of there as quickly as possible before the devil chased after them.


    Xie Qing smiled as he watched the group of five disciples run away in an unknown direction. One of them turned around and looked at Xie Qing with hatred and turned away. The eyes of the handsome and talented cultivator shed.


    And so, two minutester...


    "AAAAAAA!"


    The young man grimaced when he felt that his technique had worked. He shook his head.


    "What kind of people... first they try to kill you and insult you, and then they beg for mercy. I am not that generous," he muttered coldly: "Well, they will die for this. Rest in peace, Daoist friends,"


    [Sword Aura Mark] | [Rank: Unique] | [Description: Although the technique''s rank is not that outstanding,parable to almost toilet paper, its value is akin to gold if used by a strong cultivator. In principle, to kill weaklings - it''s normal. Can be activated at a distance]


    And here is the technique that allowed him to kill those disciples from a distant range. Although the rank was not the most outstanding, its usefulness was incredible. Xie Qing checked that if the target moves 10 Li and further away, the effectiveness will decrease.


    Moreover, cultivators who possess much stronger Qi can easily get rid of the influence of this technique, but as long as Xie Qing is stronger than his targets in terms of the quality and strength of Qi, this is not a problem for him.


    The technique was good, there was no doubt about that. Its use is based onplex calctions, but in short, it is activated using the Sword Aura, which then merges with the user''s Qi, which in turn imperceptibly applies it to the target''s body upon contact.


    The Sword Aura begins to be fed from the internal mechanism of the technique, and the feeding goes directly from the Qi of the target. The more umtion, the stronger the explosion. If it doesn''t kill, it will make you lose your cultivation.


    "Awesome! Cultivators from antiquity were sadists!" Xie Qing thought excitedly, feeling the highest respect for these old sadistic lovers.


    ...well, I''m sure those cultivators would turn over in their graves if they heard such words.


    ***


    Huang Jing''s group was also actively exploring the legacies and had already found ten techniques that could suit the Sect of the Resting Eagle. Moreover, thanks to the robbery of other disciples, they received a lot of resources.


    "Phew! I wonder if Brother Xu found anything for himself?" Huang Jing said with interest.


    "I do not doubt that he received a lot of useful things. Judging by everything, he looked very young, and he had such power. Considering his talent, the Ancestral Cave should lead him directly to the goal," said another disciple, pulling out a sk of water.


    "Damn... I''ve never seen such a monster. Even a cultivator at the peak of Core Formation is nothing in front of him," another disciple muttered with obvious fear.


    "Aha..."


    Huang Jing nodded briefly. He could understand what these guys were feeling. Even he felt white envy towards Xie Qing. Such talent was abnormal, but considering that he was on the side of the righteous cultivators, the world would be much better off because of it.


    "I don''t even know if I should ask him to intervene in the Heir War of the Huang family," Huang Jing thought.


    He had a lot of helpers who gave him confidence in his victory. However, Huang Jing himself wanted to invite Xie Qing as a backup, in case something happened and he could help him.


    However, with the current conditions, there will be many nces at Xie Qing. Not all cultivators approved of the appearance of geniuses; many wanted to kill them even in the bud to maintain their dominance.


    The Huang family, especially its main part, was located in the capital. This was a rule for allrge families, otherwise, they would face many problems.


    The Heir War would also take ce in the capital, where there were many hungry predators. There will be those who will want to kill Xie Qing at any cost.


    "I don''t think I have the right to involve him in this story... but still, I will ask him and exin all the risks so as not to seem cunning," Huang Jing thought and nodded.


    While they were resting, two disciples suddenly stood up, covering Huang Jing with their bodies, who was surprised by such unexpectedness.


    Boom!


    There was an explosion. The two disciples gritted their teeth, feeling how the bones in their arms broke from that powerful blow that hit their hands.


    "S-strong!"


    The two disciples were stunned by such power but managed to stay on their feet. They looked at the enemy and gritted their teeth.


    "Core Formation cultivator at the peak! Damn, they say, call a dog by name, pick up a stick in your hands!"


    Before them stood a wandering cultivator who was the one who tried to kill Xie Qing at the entrance. He narrowed his eyes and looked at these three, and then clicked his tongue.


    "What luck. I found young master Huang. I think your family won''t mind giving away some Spiritual Stones for me to let you go unharmed," he said andughed.


    "Hmph..."


    Huang Jing snorted and said nothing. He looked at his bodyguards and gritted his teeth. These two were valuable subordinates and close people with whom he had good rtionships! Their pitiful state made him annoyed.


    The man stood up took a sword in his hand, and then threw a spiritual object that served as a barrier. This barrier also had the property of healing.


    "Tao Bao, Tao Liu, be careful. The difference between us is too great," Huang Jing said quietly, warily looking at the cultivator.


    "Hey, I can hear everything. We cultivators, after all, have ears like dogs, just as sharp," the wandering cultivator said with a smile on his face, and then continued with a look full of murderous intent: "Come on. You give me your loot, and I, so be it, will save your young master''s life."


    "..."


    Huang Jing did not answer, and the two disciples narrowed their eyes. It was clear that this bastard was trying to bribe the man, moreover, to sow discord between him and his subordinates.


    Not hearing an answer, the wandering cultivator just smiled, and then there was a crack. This was Huang Jing''s barrier, which could not withstand the hidden blow and cracked.


    "Tsk... a cultivator using the ''Qi Style''. It will be difficult..." Huang Jing thought.


    Cultivators with this fighting style could use Qi for long-range attacks. They were like mages from video games, so fighting them was unprofitable.


    "The weakness of this style is high Qi consumption! I just need to exhaust him!" thought the two disciples and gritted their teeth, rushing forward.


    Watching their actions, the wandering cultivator disappointedly shook his head.


    "Too bad you chose to die. You could have at least saved your master''s life. Well, since that''s the case... you will all die."


    Before the two disciples, a ball of Qi appeared, which exploded as soon as they approached fast enough. Since they could not stop in time, since the ball appeared very suddenly...


    "Aaaagh!"


    "Ch-damn!"


    They were thrown back. The explosion was not too strong, but not too weak. It was enough to inflict superficial wounds on them and break several bones, which already put into question their ability to protect Huang Jing.


    Seeing that there was nothing impressive in this group, the wandering cultivator disdainfully smiled, but then froze.


    "Hm? What is this strange feeling?"


    The wandering cultivator felt a strange prick in his chest, and then his face turned pale. He fell to his knees and coughed up blood.


    "Wh-what is this? I don''t remember getting hurt..." he thought in bewilderment and looked at Huang Jing, who looked just as pale: "This bastard... it was he who did this to me?"


    He was in disbelief. A second ago he had the advantage, and now he was injured...


    "Damn! Do you want to die faster or something, huh?!" he angrily shouted.


    Huang Jing turned even paler. This was his special technique, which could transfer the wounds of one person to another person, but the stronger the opponent, the weaker the effect.


    And when the wandering cultivator was about to kill Huang Jing with his attack, he suddenly felt danger behind his back.


    "!!!!!"


    Having run to the side, the wandering cultivator barely dodged the attack, and a deep cut one meter long appeared in the ce where he was standing, and the cut in the floor was filled with Sword Aura.


    Turning his head to the right, everyone saw him.


    "Tsk-tsk-tsk. Do you want to kill my acquaintance? I''m sorry, but not on my watch."


    Xie Qing smiled and waved his hand, his eyes narrowing, and the wandering cultivator sweated, remembering that attack that almost cost him his arm.


    "This monster..."


    ***


    Five minutes earlier...


    Xie Qing was just walking around the cave, asking kind Daoist friends to help him find the cultivation technique that his grandmother had once lost, and surprisingly, so many generous Daoists helped him!


    "Their faces were distorted by strange emotions... they must be overflowing with a sense of duty since they gave me techniques with such fervor!" Xie Qing thought with a smile, and then stopped and squinted: "Hm... familiar Qi trail. Moreover, the floor is shaking a little. Is someone fighting?"


    He was very curious, so he followed the flow of Qi and approached a secluded area where there was enough space. There he saw two disciples lying on the ground with serious injuries and Huang Jing, who was preparing to die at the hands of some scrawny bastard.


    "This is my leek... I mean, I wanted to say–precious Daoist friend!"


    Xie Qing squinted and drew his sword from its scabbard. Of course, the situation was clear, and he would not have restrained himself.


    Recalling one technique from the legacy of the Empress of Swords, he took a stance where his legs began to resemble the letter "L" (that is, the right leg behind, the left leg slightly shifted to the left), then he leaned his torso forward and focused, enveloping his sword in Sword Aura.


    Then his body red up, disappearing from the spot. The enemy felt danger and managed to dodge, and the blow passed through the ground.


    Restoring bnce, Xie Qing smiled at his opponent. This was a middle-aged man with short ck hair, tired pale pink eyes, and a thin body.


    "So that''s what you look like, you scum. I''ve been looking for you for a long time, couldn''t find you anywhere. Now I''ll stretch your ass on the tip of my sword, you son of a bitch."


    "..."


    The wandering cultivator lost the power of speech from such insults in his direction.


    "Couldn''t you... at least not ruin such a cool moment?!" he cried to himself.