Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 80 - 77: Suddenly a teammate emerges amidst the mayhem

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Wutong Mountain.

Chen Qing wore a bronze ghost mask, silently surveying the towering mountain full of phoenix trees.

It was just spring, and the phoenix trees had not yet sprouted, so they looked bare.

After glancing around, it seemed Feng Qi and the others hadn’t arrived yet.

Chen Qing immediately found a quiet place to sit down and quietly awaited the arrival of night.

For killing, nighttime was always best.

At night, the Fog Gu was more effective and easier to escape with.

Chen Qing planned to charge directly up Wutong Mountain.

The Taiping Sect had orchestrated this conspiracy; they would certainly be watching Feng Qi and the others trying to rescue Xiao Zhong.

As long as he appeared here, they would inevitably discover him.

Afterward, he would slip away in the direction away from Wuyou Mountain.

Chen Qing opened the bundle Yu Qingshuang had given him, which contained three boxes of lotus cakes she had made by hand, along with thirteen mid-grade Spirit Stones and twenty-three low-grade Spirit Stones.

Picking up a lotus cake, Chen Qing was somewhat surprised, "Who would’ve thought, in just a year, her skills have improved this much."

Just then, Chen Qing suddenly felt a slight tremor from his Wind Gu.

It was surprising that the Wind Butterfly chose now to advance to the Ninth Transformation.

But that was fine too.

Eating all the remaining lotus cakes, Chen Qing opened his hand, watching the Wind Butterfly in his palm slowly begin to transform.

As dusk settled, the Wind Butterfly in his palm finally completed its transformation, gaining an additional trait.

[Wind’s Breath]: The wind would tell you what it sees.

Chen Qing closed his eyes, beginning to listen to the wind.

Voices and figures were carried to his ears and mind by the wind.

"Elder Brother Huang must not have died in vain!"

"I’ve long been displeased with Wuyou Mountain, and now they’ve even killed our Elder Brother Huang!"

"I shall beat Xiao Zhong again. If not for the lack of ants this season, I would smear honey on his wounds."

"Don’t waste your energy. The Mountain Master has instructed us to prepare to attack Wuyou Mountain in a few days!"

These were the voices of Wutong Mountain disciples.

"Those fools on Wutong Mountain really thought it was Xiao Zhong who did it. Does he even have the ability?"

This was a voice from inside a stone cave.

"Brother Feng, it’s dark now."

"Wait a little longer for them to lower their guard."

"Okay."

"We must be quick, rescue Xiao Zhong, and leave at once. The Mountain Master will arrive shortly."

Chen Qing opened his eyes, realizing that Wind’s Breath was indeed a useful ability for gathering information about the enemy.

The words and actions of those people, as well as their cultivation levels, seemed to appear right before his eyes.

He rose, stretched lazily, and touched the bronze ghost mask on his face to ensure it was securely in place, then boldly strode towards Wutong Mountain.

If they were determined to attack Wuyou Mountain, he had to take some down first.

His arrival quickly caught the attention of the gatekeeping disciples of Wutong Mountain, "Jiguang Sect, what are you here for!"

Throwing a mid-grade Spirit Stone into his mouth, Chen Qing stepped forward. The Ninth Transformation of the Wind Butterfly activated, his speed producing afterimages. As he ran, a five-foot Geng Metal Sword appeared in his hand.

Splat!

The Wutong Mountain disciple who had just questioned Chen Qing fell to the ground, motionless. Another disciple on the other side immediately shouted, "Someone’s here, the Jiguang Sect is here to attack us!"

The shouting disciple quickly alerted some Wutong Mountain disciples who were practicing swordsmanship in the distance.

The wind brought more messages, such as the two figures inside the stone cave.

The tall one said, "Taiyi has appeared, Taiyi has appeared, go report to the Lord of the Altar immediately!"

The short one responded, "You go report to the Lord of the Altar, I’ll keep watch here!"

On another side, he heard Feng Qi’s excited voice, "Taiyi, how did Taiyi come?"

And the Mountain Master, whose face was always expressionless, was suddenly stunned. "Great Kui… No wonder…"

The Mountain Master bitterly smiled, "Feng Qi, after Taiyi attracts the attention of the Wutong Mountain disciples, quickly rescue Xiao Zhong."

Feng Qi cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Mountain Master."

After swiftly dispatching another gatekeeping disciple, Chen Qing clearly saw fifteen Wutong Mountain disciples charging towards him.

"Heh, a bunch of fish not even at the fifth level of Qi Refinement, and they dare to confront me?"

Following the mindset of killing as many as possible, Chen Qing felt no fear. He leaped forward, his body already tinged with bronze.

His long sword swept through, and Chen Qing sliced two Wutong Mountain disciples at the waist with one strike. Tiger-like, he leaped out, his sword continuously fell. In just ten breaths, he was covered in blood, surrounded by fifteen corpses.

This was Chen Qing’s first visit to Wutong Mountain, but fortunately, the wind brought a wealth of information.

He clearly sensed that more than twenty people were encircling him from all directions, while in their War Affairs Hall, a Sword Cultivator named Huang Tian rang Wutong Mountain’s great bell.

As the bell tolled, more and more seventh-level Qi Refinement cultivators ran towards the bell’s direction, obviously planning to gather before coming to encircle Chen Qing.

"How could I possibly give you that chance?"

Chen Qing immediately charged at the nearest Sword Cultivator. After the Ninth Transformation of the Wind Butterfly, his perception had become extraordinarily sharp.

When he was ten zhang away from this Sword Cultivator, he immediately turned into fog. Once he reached the Sword Cultivator’s side, he swung his sword.

This person hadn’t even reacted before falling into a pool of blood.

With his sharp perception as a guide, Chen Qing hastily rushed towards the peak of Wutong Mountain, leaving blood everywhere in his path.

He cautiously eyed the peak of Wutong Mountain, wondering if the Foundation Establishment old thief was truly unconcerned?

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Chen Qing knew very well that he was still quite weak in front of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He was confident he could withstand one or two moves from a Foundation Establishment cultivator and then escape.

But facing a Foundation Establishment cultivator head-on would be suicidal.

With the Mountain Master also present and recognizing him, he felt more assured of his full retreat.

For now, his aim was to cause as much damage as possible to Wutong Mountain’s fighting power, deterring them from daring to provoke Wuyou Mountain for a long time.

And then to draw the Taiping Sect’s people as far away as possible.

As he ran, Chen Qing slashed three Sword Cultivators, making a beeline for Wutong Mountain’s great bell.

After consecutively slaying twenty-three people, Chen Qing, drenched in blood, was about to strike at the three people in front of him when he saw a figure on the mountain top being hurled away!

The figure landed beside Chen Qing, coughing up blood, and Chen Qing was ready to finish him off with a sword when he saw the young man reach into his coat and pull out a bronze ghost mask, putting it on his face.

He reached out to Chen Qing, "Give me a hand, I’ve been stuck here for too long."

Chen Qing reached out and pulled him up, somewhat bewildered.

How did a comrade appear in the midst of the killing?

The Jiguang Sect member, looking terribly pale, said, "You must have seen the secret signal I left and came to rescue me. I knew someone from our Jiguang Sect passing by would realize I was captured by the Wutong Mountain disciples."

Chen Qing slowly turned his head, slicing down a suicidal Wutong Mountain disciple in front of him with his sword.

"Then how did you end up flying down from the mountain?"

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