Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 763 - 761: Qing Ling’s Transformation

Leaving the South Mountain Tavern, Luo Feng headed towards the south gate of Azure Sky City.

There weren’t many pedestrians in this area. Luo Feng took out the jug of wine he’d just acquired, examining it carefully.

From what the South Mountain Tavern’s Shopkeeper had said, this jug of wine should have some history.

I wonder what this is...

Unable to discern anything special, Luo Feng was about to put the jug into his storage ring.

"This is the Thousand Fierce Ten Thousand Poison Liquor of the Wild Tribe."

A chilling voice suddenly sounded from above.

Luo Feng had already noticed Yingkui’s presence and wasn’t surprised. He turned his head and asked, "Thousand Fierce Ten Thousand Poison Liquor?"

As he spoke, a ripple spread through the air. A dark shadow fell from the sky, landing beside Luo Feng and revealing a figure clad in dark armor.

"Yes."

Yingkui looked at the jug in Luo Feng’s hand, nodded slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his bright eyes.

"Unexpectedly, someone would give away a jug of Thousand Fierce Ten Thousand Poison Liquor as a gift. It seems that Wild Tribe member in the South Mountain Tavern is no simple character."

Luo Feng interrupted Yingkui, asking, "Yingkui, is this Thousand Fierce Ten Thousand Poison Liquor well-known?"

Yingkui inhaled sharply, a surprised voice drifting from beneath his armor.

"In terms of fame, the Thousand Fierce Ten Thousand Poison Liquor isn’t that renowned. It’s not even as well-known as our Canglang Dynasty’s Sweet Dew Sea Liquor."

Luo Feng nodded. He had heard of the Sweet Dew Sea Liquor; it was the most famous wine in the Canglang Dynasty. He then asked,

"Then what did you mean earlier?"

"This Thousand Fierce Ten Thousand Poison Liquor is rarely seen in the mundane world, so its worldly fame isn’t high. However, in the nine sacred places, it is greatly renowned. I heard about it when I was in the West Desert Demon Realm."

"The nine sacred places?"

At this, Luo Feng looked at the unremarkable black jug in his hand, somewhat taken aback.

Anything associated with the nine sacred places isn’t simple.

Yingkui said, "The Wild Tribe doesn’t excel at pill refinement, but they have a unique passion for wine. This Thousand Fierce Ten Thousand Poison Liquor is one of their secret liquors. It’s rumored that this liquor is made from over a thousand materials from fifth-grade or higher Demon Beasts and birds of prey, combined with ten thousand poisons from the Southern Forest, refined a thousand times. It can purify the flesh of impurities and temper sinews and bones until they are like gold and jade. Its efficacy rivals that of a sixth-grade Spirit Pill. It’s a treasure that Tempering Body Martial Artists dream of. Besides that, it can also..."

"Hmm?"

Luo Feng looked at Yingkui.

Yingkui’s face, hidden beneath his armor, turned slightly red. He paused, looked at the jug in Luo Feng’s hand, and said,

"To brew such a jug of liquor requires a tremendous amount of manpower and resources. Even in the Southern Forest, this liquor is extremely hard to come by. A single drop is worth a city."

"Really?"

Upon hearing Yingkui’s words, Luo Feng was slightly shaken. He had no idea this jug of liquor had such a significant origin.

"For the Shopkeeper of the South Mountain Tavern to casually take out such a jug of Thousand Fierce Ten Thousand Poison Liquor, his status among the Wild Tribe in the Southern Forest must be quite high."

Yingkui turned his gaze towards the direction of the South Mountain Tavern, musing thoughtfully.

Luo Feng nodded, a bitter smile on his face. "It seems I owe another person a favor."

He put away the jug and looked at Yingkui. "You’re just in time. I was about to come find you."

"For Qing Ling?"

"Yes."

Luo Feng nodded. "I’m about to leave Azure Sky City. Before I go, I want to see her."

Yingkui had come for this very reason. Hearing Luo Feng’s words, he nodded and said,

"Follow me then."

With that, Yingkui quickened his pace, heading towards the southern city gate.

"Outside the city?"

A flash of confusion crossed Luo Feng’s eyes as he followed closely behind Yingkui.

"Wait."

As they passed by a sundries vendor, Luo Feng stopped.

"What’s wrong?" Yingkui asked.

"After we part today, I don’t know when we’ll meet again. I’d like to get her a little gift."

Luo Feng smiled faintly and walked over to the vendor’s stall.

On the stall’s shelves hung a cyan hair tie adorned with bells. It swayed gently in the morning wind, letting out a series of clear, crisp rings.

After buying the hair tie, Luo Feng said to Yingkui, "Let’s go."

Yingkui glanced at Luo Feng but said nothing more, following beside him.

As soon as they left the city, they used their Qinggong to travel at full speed, moving as swiftly as a gale or lightning. In only a few breaths’ time, they left Azure Sky City far behind.

A quarter of an hour later, Luo Feng followed Yingkui into a range of mountains south of Azure Sky City.

The two of them moved through the mountains. Around them, the wind howled, the cold was piercing, and the airflow cut like knives, slicing into their Protective Gang Energy, making it SIZZLE. Ordinary people simply couldn’t approach this place.

It’s actually this far...

Luo Feng looked at the surrounding mountains, somewhat surprised.

As if reading Luo Feng’s mind, Yingkui said,

"Qing Ling doesn’t like to interact with others. She’s preparing for her awakening now, so it’s not appropriate for her to show herself in public."

"Hmm."

Recalling Qing Ling’s experiences before she met him, Luo Feng nodded.

"Alright, it’s just ahead. Let’s go down."

A moment later, Yingkui’s voice sounded again, his figure shooting downwards.

Luo Feng squinted, looking down.

The mountain below was extremely treacherous, a full thousand zhang tall, piercing the clouds like a pillar holding up the sky.

WHOOSH!

Executing the Sky Cloud Step, Luo Feng followed Yingkui, flying towards the valley behind the mountain.

Hmm?

Along the way, Luo Feng’s ears twitched slightly as he heard delicate shouts coming from the valley.

Although the valley was several miles away, these delicate shouts were clearly audible. Every time a sound rang out, the entire space of the valley seemed to vibrate with it.

"Such powerful force! Has Qing Ling reached the ninth level of the Meridian Wheel Realm?"

Luo Feng recognized Qing Ling’s voice. His eyes flashed, and he sped up to catch Yingkui.

Yingkui nodded. "Yes, she broke through two days ago."

"So fast!"

Luo Feng was somewhat surprised. When he last parted with Qing Ling, her Cultivation was at the late eighth level of the Meridian Wheel Realm. In just a few short days, she had successively broken through two levels. This cultivation speed was even more astonishing than his own had been back then.

Looking at Yingkui, Luo Feng recalled Yingkui’s reaction upon first seeing Qing Ling and asked,

"Yingkui, the patterns in Qing Ling’s pupils are somewhat different from yours. Why is that?"

Yingkui’s eyes flickered for a moment before he slowly replied, "The patterns in the pupils of our Demon Eye Clan represent our abilities. Qing Ling’s ability is... somewhat different from mine."

Luo Feng nodded. Just as he was about to ask more, Yingkui suddenly made a gesture for silence.

The two figures flashed, appearing in the canopy of a giant tree.

Luo Feng peered down.

Below the giant tree was a small valley. Amidst a large forest, a clear, emerald-green lake rippled gently. Next to it stood a pavilion, and the air was filled with the chirping of birds, creating a quiet and secluded environment.

At this moment, beside the lake, stood several zhang-high boulders, with a petite figure standing among them.

DING...

The petite figure moved, and the bell on the end of the cyan hair ribbon she wore, its ends resting near her chest, immediately rang out with a crisp sound.

Qing Ling...

Watching the figure by the lake, Luo Feng’s gaze softened.

Today, Qing Ling wore well-fitting, light cyan martial attire. Though her figure was petite, she appeared agile and powerful. Her delicate little face was full of vitality and an alluring youthful aura, as lovely as a green apple. Compared to the little girl Luo Feng had first met, she seemed like a completely different person.

"HA!"

Standing by the lake, Qing Ling’s delicate white hand touched a huge boulder. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth and let out a crisp, delicate kiai, her palm vibrating slightly.

BOOM!

The air rippled. The hill-sized boulder slid over ten meters away. The fierce wind generated by her palm strike carved a trough tens of meters long on the lake’s surface, demonstrating extreme penetrating power.

Sending a boulder sliding with a palm strike, Qing Ling didn’t pause. With a light tap of her toes, her figure danced gracefully amidst the continuous crisp ringing of bells. Each time her foot landed, she struck out with her palm, and immediately another huge boulder was sent sliding back.

These boulders were made of extremely heavy Yellow Rock Iron Ore, each weighing no less than a thousand jun.

Although Qing Ling’s Cultivation was at the ninth level of the Meridian Wheel Realm, the continuous palm strikes placed a great strain on her. In just a few moments, her cheeks had turned slightly red, and beads of glistening sweat dripped continuously from her hairline.

BANG!

After eight continuous palm strikes, Qing Ling’s momentum faltered. Her last palm strike only moved the boulder a few meters.

I failed again...

Stopping her movements, Qing Ling breathed heavily, looking at her slightly reddened small hands, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Her gaze shifted slightly upward to the cyan hair ribbon near her chest, and her eyes lit up.

She fiddled with the bell on the hair ribbon, listening to the crisp sound. A sweet smile touched Qing Ling’s lips. "Master defeated Yi Tian. He should be on his way to Linglong Hall now. I wonder what it looks like there..."

Thinking of Luo Feng, Qing Ling’s bright eyes curved into shallow crescents. She muttered to herself, "As soon as I awaken, I can go to Master. I have to cultivate faster..."

With a light smile, Qing Ling wiped the glistening beads of sweat from her forehead. Her figure flashed as she dashed towards another huge rock...

"She thinks of you every day. Don’t you plan to see her?"

Seeing that Luo Feng didn’t intend to reveal himself, Yingkui couldn’t help but ask.

Watching Qing Ling, Luo Feng nodded.

"Hmm, since I’m leaving anyway, why see her again?"

Yingkui was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you really planning to go to the North Sea region in two years?"

Luo Feng had only told Yingkui about Bing Ruolan’s situation. Hearing this, he nodded. "This is something I must do."

Yingkui saw the resolve in Luo Feng’s eyes and said no more. He looked down at the valley and said meaningfully, "Two years... should be enough."

"What?" Luo Feng was taken aback.

Yingkui shook his head. "Nothing."

Luo Feng didn’t press further. He took out the cyan, bell-adorned hair tie he had just bought, along with a storage ring, and handed them to Yingkui.

"Please give these to Qing Ling."

Yingkui nodded, accepting them.

"Then I’ll be off."

Luo Feng glanced towards the lakeside. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered Ling Qingwu’s investigation into the Demon Sect’s whereabouts.

Yingkui, as the Cold Moon Marquis’s right-hand man, was very familiar with the Imperial City and its surroundings; he should know a lot.

With this in mind, Luo Feng asked,

"Yingkui, have you heard any news about the Demon Sect appearing in Yellow Rock City recently?"

"The Demon Sect?"

Yingkui looked up, seemingly surprised by Luo Feng’s question, and said,

"Yesterday, someone found the bodies of several Martial Artists near Linxi Town, which is within the Yellow Rock City region. All of them were Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists, but they were all killed in an instant, so I went to take a look. Judging from their injuries, they were likely killed by disciples of the Blood Demon Sect."

Linxi Town!

A glint flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes.

Yingkui asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing."

Luo Feng shook his head and said, "Please look after Qing Ling. We will meet again!"

As his words fell, the leaves rustled slightly. Luo Feng’s figure was already gone.

"Master?"

By the lake, Qing Ling suddenly stopped, her bright eyes looking towards the trees on her right.