My Father Is Definitely Possessed-Chapter 143 - 118: Profound Void Ancient Tree

Li Changqing didn’t expect that there would be people dancing in a plaza even in the Cangyuan Realm.

However, at this moment, Li Changqing was suddenly captivated by something in front of him.

It was an ancient tree in the plaza.

Li Changqing noticed that the tree was radiating powerful energy, transmitted from the ground and ultimately gathered at one of the branches. Through his Divine Soul’s detection, he saw it very clearly.

He could very certainly say that this tree wasn’t simple; however, his knowledge was limited, so Li Changqing had no idea what kind of tree it was.

"Brother, what kind of tree is this?" Li Changqing curiously asked a man beside him who was also watching the spectacle.

"This tree?" The man glanced at Li Changqing, surprised that with so many beauties dancing in front of him, Li Changqing was looking at a tree?

Is this person crazy?

"Profound Void Ancient Tree." But the man still answered and said, "I don’t know when it started being here in the Beihan Country, and no one knows exactly when it was planted. Rumor has it that it suddenly appeared here many years ago."

"Suddenly appeared?" Li Changqing was immediately intrigued.

"By the way, may I ask, do you know where the black market is?" Li Changqing asked quietly.

"Black market?" The man said surprised, "That kind of place probably isn’t in the outer city; it’s more likely to be in the inner city. I’ve only heard about it, but I don’t know where it is. If you want to find it, you might try asking around in the inner city tomorrow."

"Inner city?" Li Changqing was taken aback, "We are in the outer city now?"

"Naturally, the inner city is where Beihan City truly is. The royal family is also in the inner city. So if you’re talking about the black market, most likely it’s in the inner city. However, the city gates to the inner city are closed now; if you want to go, you’d better go early tomorrow." After the man finished speaking, he seemed to find Li Changqing somewhat annoying and walked to the side.

He just wanted to watch the dancing comfortably without answering Li Changqing’s baffling questions.

Li Changqing pondered; it really might be possible, so tomorrow he’ll go check out the inner city.

But before that, his gaze turned towards the Profound Void Ancient Tree.

The wood of the Profound Void Ancient Tree was clearly good material and contained mysterious power. If he could get ahold of that piece of wood, he might be able to craft an excellent Painting Treasure.

Li Changqing planned to take that piece of wood when there were no people around later in the night.

He turned around and went to a weapon shop, spending ten taels of silver to buy a knife.

Planning to act in the latter half of the night.

Nearby, he found an inn and rented a top room, intending to sleep for a while and wake up in the latter half of the night to get that piece of wood.

After all, he would only take a piece from a location that’s not conspicuous, the people of Beihan City likely wouldn’t even notice.

Gradually, the time got closer to midnight.

Li Changqing woke up.

He listened carefully; there were hardly any people left on the streets outside, it had become quiet outside.

Li Changqing opened the window, not calling Ah Fei. He could handle such a task alone.

He jumped out the window, heading straight for the direction of the plaza in the city.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Suddenly at this moment, Li Changqing heard the sound of air being sliced.

The sound was varied, as if there were many people.

Li Changqing looked to the side and saw six or seven black-clothed figures leaping over houses, chasing a white-clothed man.

The white-clothed man had a sword on his waist, and there was bloodstain on his waist as well.

He was clearly injured.

Yet the white-clothed man’s figure remained incredibly fast, moving as if taking a leisurely walk, while those behind him relentlessly pursued.

"So many masters!"

Li Changqing was shocked upon seeing this.

Those seven black-clothed figures were all above the Innate level.

Among them, one black-clothed figure’s aura was even stronger, seeming to be more powerful than Xu Muhai in Li Changqing’s estimation.

"A Grandmaster level?"

Li Changqing was somewhat stunned.

A cultivator who reaches Innate Great Perfection can be regarded as a Grandmaster.

Such powerful individuals are rare.

No matter which side they are on, they are top-notch experts.

"The outside world is indeed dangerous, encountering a Grandmaster randomly who comes out to kill people." Li Changqing said, clicking his tongue.

Better not get involved.

Li Changqing intended to stay far away, lest a fight begins and he ends up covered in blood.

But just at this moment, Li Changqing suddenly felt something was amiss.

The sounds stopped.

Simultaneously, a clear voice came, "Midnight has passed."

The voice was very cool.

Li Changqing looked back and saw the group had stopped at a rooftop not far away. The white-clothed man was no longer fleeing but surrounded by seven black-clothed people, who glared at him menacingly, filled with killing intent.

Li Changqing saw clearly that the white-clothed man’s face showed no hint of fear, only calm like a tranquil deep well.

"You can’t escape now."

Among the black-clothed people, one stepped forward, tearing off the mask on his face, revealing an elderly man with white hair and beard.

The old man raised his hand, his sleeve fluttering without wind, seeming to make the entire atmosphere change with his gesture, an all-encompassing aura of a peerless master spreading over the area.

Even though Li Changqing was quite a distance away, he could sense the terrifying nature of this old man.

This person’s cultivation was extremely powerful, befitting a Grandmaster.

"Flowing Cloud Hand Beyond the World."

The white-clothed man lowered his eyes to look at the elder’s palm, speaking calmly, "Understanding this martial art and having Grandmaster cultivation, you must be Old Demon Xiang, ranked nineteenth on the Tianhai Black List."

"Heh heh." The old man grinned, "It’s truly an honor, I didn’t expect the renowned Thousand Snow Sword Venerable, Xue Qianbai, would recognize me."

"But what makes me feel even more honored today is that the Thousand Snow Sword Venerable is about to die by my hands." Old Demon Xiang was somewhat smug.

"You’re far from qualified to kill me." Xue Qianbai shook his head.

"Enough nonsense, you’re already severely injured." A black-clothed person following Old Demon Xiang shouted angrily, "You’re just a spent force now, stop pretending here."

"Oh."

Xue Qianbai lowered his head, touching his waist with his hand, and blood stained his hand, "You mean this, I was careless and got caught in your trap for a while."

"Chasing me over ten thousand miles, if you had left earlier, you might have lived, but now it’s impossible." Xue Qianbai lifted his head to gaze at the moon above, "Since midnight has passed."

"Midnight has passed?"

They all looked at each other, seeming not to understand what it meant for midnight to have passed.

"Three days, midnight has passed." Xue Qianbai’s left hand slowly moved to the hilt of the sword at his waist, "A time to draw the sword."

With that, a sound of sword scraping against the scabbard echoed in the silent night.

The next moment, the long sword reflecting moonlight unsheathed.

The sword hilt was as white as snow, the blade emitting an aura of cold majesty, and as the sword was drawn, the whole world seemed frozen.

Accompanied by Xue Qianbai’s cool aura, at this moment, this area became the domain of Xue Qianbai’s sword.

"It’s the Thousand Snow Sword!"

A black-clothed person exclaimed, "The eleventh-ranked weapon on the Divine Weapon List!"

"Eleventh place?" When the others heard this rank, their eyes lit up, even showing greedy expressions.

At this moment, Old Demon Xiang was also on guard. After his ambush on Xue Qianbai, he chased him over ten thousand miles, but Xue Qianbai never drew his sword.

He thought Xue Qianbai was too critically wounded to draw a sword, but now it seems Xue Qianbai had a reason for not drawing the sword before.

Now, midnight has passed, he can draw the sword?

As Xue Qianbai drew his sword, Old Demon Xiang was seized by a tremendous sense of crisis!

It was one of the few times in his life that he felt such a life-and-death crisis!

Li Changqing, watching this scene in secret, was quite astonished; he didn’t expect the cool white-clothed man to be Xue Qianbai.

Isn’t that the Vice Sect Leader of the Mountain Ancient Land?

Who are these people trying to kill Xue Qianbai?

"Kill him!"

Old Demon Xiang knew he couldn’t wait any longer and issued the command.

His hand flipped in a sweeping motion, and beneath the sway of his withered hand, the entire void seemed to transform into flowing clouds, with countless palm prints coming in waves.

"Die!"

The sky filled with killing intent thoroughly shrouded Xue Qianbai.