Zhou Qing was unaware that he had become an old antique, even if his divine powers were ten times greater. He took a closer look at the woman in front of him, who was called Qi Cai Xian Zi. She had a slender eyebrow and a delicate face, wearing a noble and elegant palace dress. A fiery red phoenix hairpin was inserted into her hair, with a subtle fluctuation of fire-elemental energy. It was actually made from high-quality fire jade, carved and polished to perfection. Her entire body occasionally flashed with colorful crystal Buddha light, which Zhou Qing knew was the phenomenon of the Seven-Colored Relic Treasure Pavilion being refined and merged into his true yuan. Although it didn't have a physical body or a magic treasure, it could still exert sixty to seventy percent of its wonderful uses, and its power was not ordinary.
The seven-colored fairy saw Zhou Qing sizing her up, and her face turned slightly red. She thought to herself: "Could it be that this old ghost is still a lecher? Did he save me with no good intentions?" The seven-colored fairy had already determined that Zhou Qing was an old ghost of several hundred years, only his cultivation was extremely high, and he had returned to youth. This was not surprising, even if he had started cultivating and taking spiritual elixirs from birth, it would be impossible for him to reach the state of returning to nothingness at this age. The seven-colored fairy's misunderstanding was not unusual.
Zhou Qing's sleeves fluttered, and the starlight danced as she displayed a majestic demeanor: "These five scattered people originally came for our sect, so naturally we can't just stand by and watch. It's only right that we take care of this matter, Fairy, you're being too polite!" As she spoke, her words were also filled with an air of authority, further solidifying the Seven-Colored Fairy's thoughts.
While Zhou Qing was speaking, he didn't idle around. A powerful spiritual awareness wove a vast and all-encompassing net to monitor the movements of the five scattered people. Even a centipede wouldn't be able to move with its hundred legs numb and lifeless, let alone these five who were only injured and still had some strength left for another battle. It was clear that they specialized in sneak attacks and ambushes. Zhou Qing naturally had to guard against them. As he spoke, his substantial spiritual awareness came and went, weaving in and out of the surroundings. The five scattered people and the Seven-Colored Fairy were no novices; they could all sense it, each one rendered speechless by Zhou Qing's extraordinary methods.
Five scattered people each guarded one side, and the treasures all came out. Zhen Ling held a ruler over a foot long in his hand, with smoke and clouds floating on it. Zhen Guang had a pair of white jade hooks, emitting cold light in all directions. Zhen Kong had a dustpan, with snow-white fine silk emitting crystal light, and the handle of the dustpan was flashing with silver light, seemingly made of white silver. However, Zhou Qing saw at a glance that it was actually made of Tianxing meteorite, which was even harder than Taiyi refined gold, and its effect on storing true yuan was far superior to jade or stone. It was a top-grade material for refining equipment. The crystal dustpan's fine silk wasn't an ordinary product either; it was the silk spat out by ice silkworms living in the North and South Poles or under the thousand-foot-high ancient glaciers, with a cold nature and containing lotus water essence. It was extremely tough and couldn't be damaged by swords, fire, or lightning. Ancient cultivators often used it to make Daoist robes and added their magic power to them, turning them into defensive treasures. Zhen Guang didn't know where he had stolen this little bit from; it wasn't enough to make a Daoist robe, so he could only turn it into a dustpan. When facing an enemy, he would dance with the dustpan, releasing the cold air transformed from lotus water essence in all directions. Even mediocre flying swords would shatter upon contact, and its power was considerable. Hui Yun and Hui Hai stood on purple gold lotus platforms, holding a pair of ancient-looking golden rakes with dull light. The rakes had dense talismans carved onto them but were actually cleverly made secret equipment from the esoteric sect. It was unknown whether the two had stolen them from the Potala Palace or not.
Five people formed a defensive formation, staring at Zhou Qing tightly and not daring to relax. Zhou Qing's all-pervasive divine sense was also isolated from the outside of the formation. However, Zhou Qing didn't have any intention of striking to kill the five people. Not to mention that the five scattered people's magical treasures were not ordinary products. Although they were far inferior to the Seven-Colored Immortal's "Seven-Colored Relic Treasure Umbrella", apart from Huiyun and Huihai's two barbarian monks' golden armor, the three Taoist priests' magical treasures in their hands had obviously been refined by their primordial spirits, making them easy to use and fully capable of exerting their effects. The five mid-term Nascent Soul stage experts fought with their lives on the line, Zhou Qing was not afraid, but he feared that when the five people made a desperate counterattack before dying, he would also suffer some losses and injuries. Moreover, Zhou Qing had other plans.
"Thief, you will die!" A sharp, arrow-shaped ray of light appeared at the horizon and quickly approached, arriving above everyone's heads in an instant. The arrow-shaped light split into a vast net of light that descended upon the five people, including Zhou Qing. The Seven-Colored Fairy was shocked and hastily cried out: "Xia Mei! Don't attack!" However, it was too late. The Cloudy Sky Fairy's Cloud-Dispelling Divine Arrow was incredibly powerful, and even though Zhou Qing's abilities were profound, he might still be injured if caught off guard. If that happened, the unpredictable master of the Heavenly Way Sect would likely become enraged, leading to disastrous consequences. The Seven-Colored Fairy could only use the crystal Buddha light from her Relic Banner to help Zhou Qing resist the entangling net of light.
Five scattered people saw the Cloud and Mist Destroying Divine Needle's transformed light net covering their heads, its power unmatched. However, they were not surprised but instead delighted. The five had encountered the Cloud and Mist Destroying Divine Needle multiple times before, so they naturally knew the might of this unusual treasure. Huiyun and Huihai, two barbarian monks, bit off the tips of their tongues, spitting out blood to summon two golden talismans. The ancient, dull golden talismans suddenly shone brightly, with countless tiny incantations floating on their surface, transforming into palm-sized twisted golden characters that broke through the air and welcomed the Cloud and Mist Destroying Divine Needle's transformed light net.
Bang! Bang bang! The consecutive dull thuds, the golden twisted font crashed onto the light net, shattering into pieces. The momentum of the light net was also blocked for a moment. At the same time, Zhen Kong and Zhen Guang simultaneously shot out over a dozen black lines at Zhou Qing and Qi Cai Xian Zi. Zhen Ling, on the other hand, suddenly took out a long flag with a length of over one zhang, colored in cyan, with the Tai Yi Flying Heaven diagram drawn on it. With a wave of the flag, a burst of cyan gas emerged out of thin air, instantly enveloping the five people tightly. The light net transformed from Yun Xia Mi Shen Shu finally shattered all the golden twisted fonts, falling down to cover the cyan gas. Inside the light cover, lightning flashed and thunder boomed, fireballs wildly smashed about, and thousands of sharp sword auras transformed from the rainbow lights chaotically shot out in all directions. In an instant, that mass of cyan was pulverized into dust. The light net immediately dispersed, leaving behind only empty space without even half a shadow of a person.
"Hmph! Those thieves have escaped again!" A figure appeared on the horizon, sword in hand, rushing over at high speed.
The light net is about to come down, but Zhou Qing ignores it. The mighty power of the rainbow light is great, but with the relic treasure umbrella of the seven-color fairy, it's not a problem. Zhou Qing has fallen into a quiet state, only paying attention to the black lines shot by the two Taoist priests, Zhen Kong and Zhen Guang.
Zhou Qingtian's eyes opened early, and he saw clearly that the dozen or so black lines were a dozen or so iron-backed centipedes with open teeth and claws. Their entire body was pitch-black, like a piece of iron armor, five inches long, with bean-sized eyeballs glowing like embers, just like two fire drills. Only between their mouth and claws did a faint blue light flash, obviously a highly toxic creature.
"Good! These five scattered people from the Western Regions have indeed been scared out of their wits, even releasing such a strange insect to bite people. I'll just capture it and make it a great help in the future!" Zhou Qing concentrated his true yuan, his large sleeve like an iron plate, and with a swift stroke, he struck at the incoming swarm of iron-backed centipedes, opening up a black crevice in space. An invisible force sucked the centipedes into the crevice, which then closed shut, leaving no trace behind.
