Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 292 - 280: How to Take Revenge

The only remaining choices were to head for the Primordial Spirit Temple or the Snow Eagle Sect.

Qin Qing had already obtained four of the nine Burial Dragon Steles; the remaining five were within the Primordial Spirit Temple and the Snow Eagle Sect.

Of these, the Primordial Spirit Temple housed three, while the Snow Eagle Sect had two.

"To the Snow Eagle Sect!" a fierce gleam flashed in the eyes of the Zhuiri Ancestor.

"The Snow Eagle Sect holds two Burial Dragon Steles, which we can request to peruse!" the Zhuiri Ancestor’s eyes blazed with madness, "But, it would be best if I wait until I break through to the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm."

"Once I break through to the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm, no one in the Snow Eagle Sect will be able to stop me. The protector ancestor of the sect, Xu Kaihe, is also known as Elder Kaihe. His cultivation realm is one minor level below mine — at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul Realm! It is because he has a Sixth Rank divine weapon that I have never been able to best him!"

"However, if I manage to successfully break through to the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm this time, he will no longer be able to block my way!"

"As for the Primordial Spirit Temple..."

The Zhuiri Ancestor shook his head, "Let’s not think about attacking the Primordial Spirit Temple for now. It is located deep within the Great Desert at the Northern Pass. Its strength is unfathomable; there might even be the presence of Martial Spirits within the Divine Transformation Realm... As for the old Martial Dao Masters, there are probably quite a few!"

"The Primordial Spirit Temple actually has powerful figures at the level of Martial Spirits?" Qin Qing couldn’t help but be shocked.

"Yes! The Primordial Spirit Temple is a sect that practices asceticism, and all its cultivators are ascetics. Moreover, this sect is extremely mysterious, and the outside world knows very little about it. I made a trip there once, solely for the Burial Dragon Stele. But as a result..."

The Zhuiri Ancestor smiled bitterly, "I received a warning from one of the senior Martial Spirits and was struck by a palm attack. Although my injuries healed later, it accelerated the aging of my body..."

"In that case, we really shouldn’t go to the Primordial Spirit Temple; let’s head to the Snow Eagle Sect first. How long will it take to get there from here?" Qin Qing asked again.

"If we ride flying creatures, it will take less than three days!" said the Zhuiri Ancestor.

"Good, then let’s not delay; let’s go to the Snow Eagle Sect now!" Qin Qing declared.

"Alright! These three days are perfect for me to practice cultivation atop the Putuo bird."

Having said this, the Zhuiri Ancestor let out a whistle towards the sky.

"Yoohoo..."

Instantly, a response came from a flying creature in the sky.

Moments later, a dark yellow gigantic flying creature spiraled down and landed on Saint Lake Mountain.

This was the Putuo bird the Zhuiri Ancestor had mentioned.

It was a ferocious bird of prey belonging to the eagle family.

Based on the aura exuded by this Putuo bird, it seemed to also possess the cultivation of the Golden Core Realm!

"Ah Man. Take us to the Snow Eagle Sect," the Zhuiri Ancestor stroked the massive Putuo bird.

The Putuo bird crouched down and spread its wings.

It had an enormous body, with wings spanning at least thirty-some Zhang when fully extended. Its back was extremely broad, easily capable of accommodating several eight-immortal tables.

"Xiaobai, let’s get on!"

Qin Qing stroked Xiaobai’s head.

"Moo moo!" Xiaobai snuggled up to Qin Qing, rubbing his little head against Qin Qing’s chest.

Qin Qing, with Xiaobai in tow, climbed onto the back of the Putuo bird, and the Zhuiri Ancestor also boarded.

"Let’s go!"

At the command of the Zhuiri Ancestor, the Putuo bird soared upward, reaching above the clouds in an instant.

In a flash, Saint Lake Mountain was beneath Qin Qing’s feet, resembling a low hill, while the vast Heavenly Lake appeared as insignificant as a spring eye.

The entire expanse of land and mountains was now within view...

...

Outside Heavenly Lake Palace.

There was a street here that wasn’t particularly bustling.

On the street stood an inn named the Yue Lai Inn.

At this moment, Murong Qingsong was staying in this inn.

"Smack!"

Murong Qingsong struck a woman standing in front of him across her face.

"What are you doing? I asked you to attend to my son, and you wear a mournful face? Who is that sad expression for? It’s really damn bad luck!" Murong Qingsong roared; right now, he was like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

The woman was indeed Ye Xin.

After leaving Heavenly Lake Palace, Murong Qingsong took her and Ye Jiang to this inn, asking Ye Xin to take care of his son, who had become a vegetable.

Ye Xin subconsciously covered her swollen cheek, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Don’t you dare cry. If you shed a single tear, I’ll kill you and your brother!" Murong Qingsong was hysterical, his state akin to madness.

These past few days, he had been staying in this Yue Lai Inn, all the while inquiring about the situation inside Heavenly Lake Palace.

"Qin Qing! Inside Heavenly Lake Palace, the ancestors protect you, but you always have to come out."

"I’ll be waiting right here. The moment you step half a step out of Heavenly Lake Palace, I will take your life!"

Now, Murong Qingsong wanted nothing else; his only thought was to kill Qin Qing to vent his anger.

But ten days had already passed, and Qin Qing had not shown himself.

The martial artists who ascended Saint Lake Mountain hadn’t come out either...

"Hm?"

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice.

It was Wanyan Jun!

Wanyan Jun had descended from Saint Lake Mountain.

That meant the Burial Dragon Debate must have ended. Had Qin Qing come out of Heavenly Lake Palace too?

"Wanyan Jun!"

Murong Qingsong charged down the stairs like a madman and found Wanyan Jun.

"You are... the Great Elder?" Wanyan Jun was startled by Murong Qingsong, and it must be said that Murong Qingsong, now, looked completely different from how he had looked more than ten days ago at Heavenly Lake Palace.

His hair and beard were a disheveled mess, his eyes bloodshot, his expression haggard. He did not resemble a Golden Core Realm Martial Dao Master at all. If not for his luxurious clothing, he might have been mistaken for a beggar on the street.

"Where is Qin Qing... Has he come out?" Murong Qingsong roared.

"No... no..." Wanyan Jun shook his head.

"No? What is he doing in Heavenly Lake Palace?" Murong Qingsong continued.

"It’s the ancestor... The ancestor wanted him to stay, probably because there is some issue in cultivation that he wants to consult with him," Wanyan Jun said truthfully.

"The ancestor, in cultivation? Consulting with HIM?" Murong Qingsong thought he had heard wrong.

At this moment, another person nearby said, "Great Elder, during the Burial Dragon Debate at Saint Lake Mountain these past few days, we all thought it would be the ancestor lecturing. But in the end... it was Master Qin who lectured. The ancestor, like the rest of us, listened to Master Qin’s teachings."

"What?"

Murong Qingsong was completely stunned.

Listening to Master Qin’s teaching?

They called Qin Qing, Master Qin?

And even the ancestor listened to Qin Qing’s teachings?

The martial artist, realizing it was improper to address Qin Qing so respectfully in front of Murong Qingsong, especially since Qin Qing had crippled Murong Qingsong’s son, kindly reminded, "Great Elder, I advise you not to act rashly for the time being. After listening to Master Qin... Qin Qing’s teachings, the ancestor decided to follow Qin Qing. So... even if Qin Qing leaves Heavenly Lake Palace, it’s very likely that the ancestor will accompany him at his side..."

"Boom!"

Murong Qingsong was struck as if by lightning.

The ancestor following Qin Qing?

How then, could he ever avenge this grudge?

"Yoo-hoo..."

Just then, from afar at Heavenly Lake Palace atop Saint Lake Mountain, there suddenly came the long cry of a putao.

"It’s the ancestor’s putao!"

Murong Qingsong rushed out of the inn, looking towards the distant Saint Lake Mountain.

He saw the putao soaring skywards, with Qin Qing standing on it, hands behind his back, his form outstanding, his deep gaze looking into the distance.

The Zhuiri Ancestor stood silently by his side.

The putao spread its wings and flew, and with it, Qin Qing and the ancestor flew towards the distant horizon...