165: The Seven Souls Reappear!

Outside Black Ridge City, a figure in grey robes hurried over.

This person looked left and right, muttering something unknown, and his appearance was utterly unremarkable, making him completely inconspicuous in a crowd.

Only a pair of eyes held a hint of liveliness; besides that, there was nothing else noteworthy about him.

On the post road outside the city, the tree branches on both sides swayed in the wind. Fortunately, the water vapor was abundant, so these plants had not withered, which made the young Cultivator feel a sense of shock, as if he had never seen such a scene since birth.

"A Half-Step Dao Foundation guarding the gate. I thought this place was full of dangers."

"I didn't expect it to be such an Immortal-like scene, a true oasis situated in the Yellow Sand Plains."

His name was Feng Ping, a Loose Cultivator.

A native Loose Cultivator born and raised in the Yellow Sand Plains.

His parents were commoners who had migrated from Qingyang in earlier years, settling in the Yellow Sand Plains, and then he was born.

However, people are subject to unpredictable misfortunes; life in these years was far from peaceful, often just scraping by, until one day, young Feng Ping completely lost his parents.

He became a Loose Cultivator, an orphan.

It was precisely at that time, as if aided by heaven, or perhaps as if his parents had sacrificed themselves for boundless magic, his luck began to turn for the better.

First, he developed Spiritual Root Aptitude, and later, through continuous tempering, he killed Yao Beasts and obtained a ninth-rank heaven and earth treasure. Subsequently, he explored ruins and acquired two or three incomplete minor spell arts.

He became a Loose Cultivator who mastered spell arts.

Diligently earning Spirit Stones and Cultivating.

Finally, he became a Cultivator who stood above others... someone to be admired.

But if one were to speak of what was most crucial to him, it was a very precious and unique treasure he obtained from a Cultivator who had died of old age.

Feng Ping's eyes flickered. He didn't have a Storage Pouch, but he reached into his embrace, clutching his chest, his large hand gripping a piece of human skin. The delicate feel of the human skin emerged spontaneously, giving him boundless confidence.

Yes, his most important Opportunity was the human skin scroll before him.

It was precisely because of this human skin scroll that he was able to escape dangers time and again, seize Opportunities repeatedly, and reach his current Qi Refining Late Stage, gaining a bit of renown.

He regarded it as a treasure!

Upon entering Black Ridge City, his eyes lit up.

Black Ridge City had risen very rapidly these days. Ever since the Shen Family dispatched administrative disciples and even some Cultivators here, Black Ridge City had developed as quickly as if a highway had opened.

First, a hired Senior communicated with the earthpulse, embedding a ninth-grade Spiritual Root within it. Now, in Black Ridge City, the closer one gets to the City Lord's Mansion, the more abundant the Spiritual Qi and the faster the Cultivation speed!

Following that was the construction of numerous buildings. The largest architectural structure in Black Ridge City now is the Qi Sect'sstation. The Qi Sect has outlined the earthpulse's fire here for Artifact Refining, which is currently very popular in Black Ridge City.

And after that, there were forces like the Bounty Hall, Pill Hall, and Talisman, which, relying on Black Ridge City's unique geographical conditions and the rich Yao Beast resources in the surroundings, have already begun to rake in wealth and extract profits from the surrounding areas, developing at a very fast, even somewhat wild, pace.

Among them, some peculiar forces'station have appeared.

Puppet Gate.

Spirit Beast Pavilion.

Even some loose organizations entirely composed of Martial Warriors have appeared in Black Ridge City.

Moving through it, it felt even more bustling.

Feeling the abundant water vapor in the air, Feng Ping followed it and saw the floating Cang Hai Flower, his eyes filled with surprise.

Then he noticed the Living Spring Water Vein continuously drawing water from the earthpulse.

Feng Ping's face was filled with shock.

And a clear, strange voice suddenly rang out in Feng Ping's mind.

"No wonder, they are all ninth-rank heaven and earth treasures. The Living Spring Water Vein can maintain a continuous supply of water vapor, and the Cang Hai Flower can quickly release water, plus some spiritual plants and the natural Formation of the great mountains, allowing the water vapor of the entire mountain range to continuously appear."

"The finishing touch, however, is this eighth-rank Formation, subtly containing the power of the four seasons."

"It seems that Black Ridge City was founded by an Immortal Cultivator with a deep heritage."

"Alas, I wonder if my ethereal sense points to this person."

"Senior..." Feng Ping's eyes flickered as he said.

"Is the 'certain part' you are missing located in Black Ridge City?"

The voice paused for a moment, then said in a deep tone.

"Yes, but it's too vague. I want to know what is obstructing the pull. You must be careful. This part of me has long since developed a Heart Demon consciousness. It's difficult to refine, and its thoughts are dark, almost demonic, so you must be mentally prepared."

Feng Ping nodded, saying hopefully.

"If Senior refines this part, I'm afraid we two will be able to rival Cultivators of the Half-Step Dao Foundation Realm!"

The voice was filled with disdain.

"Indeed, merely a Half-Step Dao Foundation. I can suppress them with a flick of my hand!"

Speaking of suppression.

Before the old ghost had even finished speaking, countless dark figures surrounded them.

These people had Evil Qi flickering around them and not much Spiritual Qi fluctuation; instead, their blood Qi was prominent.

Everyone wore cold armor and held long blades.

As they moved, their armor clanged, producing neat and solemn sounds.

Feng Ping had never seen such a Formation. He immediately wanted to cast a spell and prepare to flee!

But he didn't expect that 'Senior' to stop him.

"Don't move!"

The Cultivator's sixth sense was frantically warning him. Before Feng Ping could make any move, a pair of large hands lightly pressed onto his shoulders!

A gust of wind swept past his temples!

The fierce and wild fist wind suddenly dissipated.

Then, a wild question was heard.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Feng Ping stiffly turned his head, only to see a pair of eyes like vicious pythons, and a lithe figure comparable to a cheetah.

He swallowed hard.

Inside his mind, the human skin scroll was frantically warning him, continuously saying.

"Kid, don't make any moves. This person is an Extreme Martial Warrior. You are currently only in the Qi Refining Late Stage. If you were an Immortal Seedling of an Immortal family and skilled in spell arts, you wouldn't need to be afraid. But you are a Loose Cultivator, and the spell arts you master are ordinary, so you must be careful!"

"Don't resist. First, ask clearly... what do they want to do?"

"This place is indeed strange... Damn it, something seems to be watching me. Kid, I'll hide first; you act accordingly!"

"Senior! Senior! Don't leave me, Senior!"

This was the first time Feng Ping had encountered such a situation. His heart was in a panic, but he had already experienced many trials and tribulations. Seeing this, he took a deep breath and showed a smile.

"Esteemed Sir, I am merely a Loose Cultivator who came here to make a living. There's no need for this, is there?"

Ruo Liuli scrutinized him up and down, as if confirming something.

After a moment of calm, she raised her hand and said.

"Take him away!"