Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 701-Chapter 833)

The Sickly Prince sneered inside. If he possessed the Blood Oath Scroll, he would definitely turn Savage mountain into a closely-knit organisation, but Li Qingshan clearly had no plans for that.

Right when he was about to fly to the main peak, he suddenly saw Peng Jingni change directions. Beneath the west side of the mountain, someone waved at them from afar. “Over here!”

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A waterfall that resembled a white dragon seemed to fly down from the clouds, landing in the deep pool. The vegetation beside the pool was vibrant, blooming with exotic flowers.

Li Qingshan sat on a boulder beside the pool and said to Xiao An beside him, “Doesn’t this place look like where we first started cultivating?”

Xiao An nodded. She wore a string of shiny, white prayer beads on her wrist, twenty-seven in total. She had spent a very long period of time to refine the Skull Prayer Beads again. Although they had only increased by another one or two in number, she had spent a tremendous amount of effort and resources. The Skull Prayer Beads had reached the third level too.

Every single Skeleton Demon had become even stronger, and the Skeleton Demon Formation grew in power too. It was possible to say that even without Xiao An, the ten people bound by the blood oath would not be the opponent of this string of prayer beads.

And that was why Li Qingshan had no plans to found a closely-knit organisation. His strength came from himself and Xiao An beside him, not the messy group of demonic cultivators.

Everyone gathered their attention on the great force he had amassed, but little did they know it was merely the tip of the iceberg of his true strength. Anyone who thought they could trample over him would run head-first into an iceberg.

However, Li Qingshan also had a feeling that it would not be long before this secret was exposed, as far too many people knew. Although he had various kinds of safeguards, he was no longer some unnoticed, insignificant figure. He had definitely left behind traces that could give him away with everything he had done in the past.

From a certain perspective, it was all thanks to the Dragon King of Ink Sea killing “Northmoon” that he could keep this secret until now. No one believed the Dragon King of Ink Sea would fail, so even if some people had been growing suspicious, they would not be able to draw a connection between Li Qingshan and Northmoon now.

It would be best if he maintained this secret until the day he went dragon-slaying in the Ink sea. By then, even if everyone found out Li Qingshan was Northmoon, it would not matter.

But that would probably be very difficult. Li Qingshan understood that very well. Having reached the fourth layer of the spirit turtle, the gut feeling he experienced definitely was not from overthinking.

“Hmm? Some people have come to visit. They’re from the Myriad Pison cult and the South Sea Sword pavilion. Have I really alarmed them?” Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Xiao An said, “The disciple of the Myriad Poison cult is known as the ‘Sickly Prince’ in the south. He’s a part of the royal clan of the Kingdom of Yue, one of the potential successors of the throne. He probably represents much more than the Myriad Poison cult.”

“I see. Then let’s let them in!” Li Qingshan said. These two people were known as geniuses, but he was not worried about them. The people he needed to worry about were the Myriad Poison Ancestor, the master of the sword pavilion of the King of Southern Yue behind them.





Chapter 782: The Invitation of the Sword Pavilion | Legend of the Great Sage




Peng Jingni arrived before the pool first, only to see two people seated below the waterfall. One of them was a large, tall man. He wore a set of white clothes with his black hair draping down. He sat there casually, but he gave off the same weight as a mountain, seeming unshakeable.

That must be Li Qingshan. He really does live up to his reputation!

The other person made Peng Jingni squint his eyes, leaving him astonished.

The Sickly Prince also hurried over. He saw Xiao An immediately and praised inside, To think that a beauty like that actually exists in this world. The wonders of creation truly are unbelievable!

“I am indeed. I wonder who the two of you are?” Li Qingshan studied the two of them and asked with a smile.

“Peng Jingni of the South Sea Sword pavilion.” “Qian Liangmu of the Myriad Poison cult.”

The two of them stated their identities at the same time, but they both felt rather dissatisfied. Isn’t this Li Qingshan a little too arrogant?

They possessed extraordinary backgrounds and exceptional talent, having made a name for themselves many years ago. No matter where they went, everyone would show them some respect, but not only did Li Qingshan not invite them to the main peak for discussion, he did not even stand up, gazing at them from above with absolutely no manners to speak of, asking for their names right from the get-go.

“So why have you travelled such a great distance to come here?” Li Qingshan leaned against his fist and looked away. He was rather curious about why they had come.

“I’ve covered a great distance to come visit because I have great riches and honour I wish to give to the commander, but there hasn’t even been a cup of hot tea or a chair. Isn’t that far too stingy of you? It doesn't really match the title of King of Savages,” said Qian Liangmu.

Peng Jingni stood with his sword and remained silent. For once, he agreed with Qian Liangmu. He had specially come from the sea, playing the role of an envoy, so his personal sense of honour was of lesser importance, but he had to hold his ground and avoid bringing disgrace to the South Sea Sword pavilion’s reputation. How was he still supposed to negotiate if he was already getting off on the wrong foot, starting on uneven footing?

“Oh, I didn’t notice that. My apologies! Though, I don’t have any tea here, only alcohol. If you’re used to it, then we can drink together. If you’re not used to it, then the pool water is quite sweet and refreshing too.”

Li Qingshan smiled and fished out two jars of alcohol from his sumeru ring, tossing them to the two. He took out a jar of alcohol for himself and took a great swig.

Peng Jingni caught the alcohol and was mildly surprised. He said, “Why would I drink water if there’s alcohol?” He removed the seal and took a few gulps, praising, “That’s some fine alcohol!”

He did not say that out of courtesy. The taste of the alcohol needed no explanation, but when it came to the density of the spiritual qi, it was on par with pills and medicines. The alcohol could cause much bloodshed in the south. If he possessed a jar of alcohol like that, he would have never given it to anyone else to drink.

Li Qingshan went on a rampage in the south and obtained many spoils. The alcohol was only part of it. He had obtained it without much difficulty anyway, so he did not believe there was much to cherish.

Qian Liangmu took a few sips and also had nothing to say. He was confused. If Li Qingshan wanted to leave a powerful and vicious first impression, he would not have taken out such precious spiritual alcohol, but if he intentionally wanted to befriend them, he should not have been so haughty either.

He raised his head and met Li Qingshan’s bright eyes. Suddenly, he realised that Li Qingshan simply did not care. He did not care about how precious the jar of alcohol was, nor did he care who they were, much less how powerful the organisations behind them were.

You came here, so I invited you to a drink, to hear you out. That’s all.