Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"Killing me is pointless; I know you might have some misunderstandings about me, but I can assure you I harbor no ill will towards you. I only wanted to surpass you in rank, I never intended to kill you."

"Spare my life; I've only just advanced to Golden Core. My life has just begun, I can't just die here in this godforsaken place!"

Chen Qiu, with an indifferent expression, met Ning Taiping's pleading gaze that hid a trace of deep malignity, and suddenly laughed, responding for the first time.

"You're wrong."

"Your death is of greater value to me."

"And this place isn't a godforsaken area, isn't this the Furnace Peak that your Artifact Cultivators revere as sacred?"

Following that—

"Triple Kill, Rain of Fire."

Dense flames fell like rain from the sky towards the two men.

...

An hour later.

The large array that had encompassed the entire Furnace Peak finally began to dissipate slowly as the Spiritual Energy was exhausted, and the Array Plate that had sustained the whole formation completely shattered.

When the large array was dispersed,

The once hundreds of meters high Furnace Peak had vanished, leveled to the ground in a rain of fire, with not a single corpse or drop of blood visible, only the intense heat wave seemingly advising people to keep warm in winter.

Chen Qiu, with a good mood, walked out from the formation, stepping on the residual flames, enjoying the intense heat wave behind him, which nicely neutralized the cold of the resentful spirits, feeling quite perfect and comfortable.

The Storage Rings and Storage Bags of those Foundation Establishment Cultivators were already completely destroyed.

However, the nine Storage Rings from Ning Taiping and that Golden Core Guardian had already fallen into his possession.

The possessions of an Artifact Cultivator, he was indeed looking forward to them, just Ning Taiping alone had seven Storage Rings.

And the gain was far beyond his expectations.

Not only was Ning Taiping a second-grade Golden Core, that Golden Core Guardian turned out to be a second-grade too, directly making up two second-grade Golden Cores, now only seven short of the target of nine second-grade Golden Cores.

It could be called a double happiness.

And after the restrictions on those Storage Rings were broken, securing at least ten thousand Spirit Stones was exactly what was needed to supplement his currently depleted store of Spirit Stones, which after switching from left hand to the right during the auction and even after deducting the service fee, should also be at least ten thousand.

Just at that moment—

"Clap, clap, clap."

Crisp applause suddenly rang out in the night.

A still charming matron was standing on a high rock, wearing a low-cut cheongsam with crossed legs, looking down at Chen Qiu with a smirk, saying, "You really are full of surprises, young man who seized the Magic Practitioner legacy."

"Congratulations, you have caught my interest, now you can..."

Before she could finish!

Over two thousand Thunder Dragons suddenly surged in mid-air, carrying immense terror, silently roaring as they rushed towards the woman locked by Chen Qiu's Divine Sense.

The smile on the matron's face froze mid-air, her expression drastically changing as she immediately retreated...but her speed was still a bit slow.

After numerous explosions.

Chen Qiu, with an indifferent expression, glanced at the deep pit that replaced the rock, waved his hand and continued walking nonchalantly, "These days, anyone thinks they can show off."

"Do they have the strength?"

"Likes to call."

Just at that moment—

An old man with a pained and angry expression suddenly burst out from the bushes. Seeing the matron's body scattered and shattered, he furiously turned his head and glared straight at Chen Qiu, his peak Foundation Establishment Cultivation bursting forth unrestrainedly.

"Dare to kill my lady, you're dead for sure!"

"Nobody can provoke us..."

Before he could finish, he was enveloped by over a thousand Thunder Dragons and abruptly cut off.

"Completely nonsensical."

Chen Qiu shook his head and continued walking.

However, at this moment—

All the Ning Family members who had come to celebrate the Supreme Elder's breakthrough to Golden Core, upon seeing Furnace Peak reduced to flat ground and the long sword held in Fat Long's hand that carried the aura of the Supreme Elder, immediately had their expressions change and a flicker of disbelief pass through their hearts, immediately stopping Chen Qiu and others.

"Stop, old..."

"Boom..."

After thousands of Thunder Dragons smashed down, tranquility returned to the world once again.

No one came after that.

"..."

Chen Qiu stood in place, looking up at the moon above his head and murmured absentmindedly, "It's cooled down, it's a bit cold now."

...

He actually didn't know why these people were so bold, whether it was the Ning Family or the audience, everyone was daring. Why would a small fry at the third layer of Foundation Establishment dare to provoke him, thinking it would be fine just because there were many of them? Experience tales at empire

He also didn't understand why the Ning Family was so bold. Just because he was just a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, even though they knew he had claimed the Magic Practitioner inheritance that no one had passed in over a thousand years, they still didn't take him seriously?

And why did they keep calling him a Loose Cultivator?

It really sounded uncomfortable.

He clearly had a sect, for goodness' sake. Did no one remember that?

Chen Qiu stood in his original spot, turned around, and forgot the furnace peak which had been flattened behind him, smacked his lips, suddenly turned back, and erected a sign on the ruins with four lines engraved on it.

-

"I believe in Buddhism, I do not kill."

"Says who?"

"They said so."

"—Chao Tian Sect Sect Master Chen Qiu."

-

If he had been just a normal Heavenly Pride who, at the beginning of his rise, was suddenly humiliated publicly and used as a stepping stone, that was a grievance of life or death that could ruin one's spiritual resolve,

To block his path was to secure enmity.

And to think Ning Wuping dared to say it was just a few insults.

That was quite surprising to him.

Chen Qiu shook his head, didn't linger further, and took the scholar and others, returning to the Fat City Inn within a few breaths.

It was almost the last watch of the night.

His Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pill for today was due to arrive, he needed to hasten to cultivate.

With a higher cultivation, when facing these inexplicable hostilities, he could maintain a ripple-less heart, which was a backbone of true confidence. If he had only been at the first layer of Foundation Establishment and had suddenly faced this ordeal, there might have been resentment in his heart.

But he was not.

He could maintain his composure when insulted, as he never wished to waste words with the dead.

...

Fat City, inside the inn.

The scholars had already returned to their respective rooms to rest, and Fat Long, after collecting the Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pill in the small world and handing it to him, also withdrew.

Chen Qiu was sitting alone cross-legged on the bed.

After circulating his mental method several times, he then with a thought entered the small world, and using Sword Control, flew above the back mountain of the Chao Tian Sect. He drew another long sword from his bosom and crazily stabbed his own arm.

His Spiritual Energy had almost run out under the furnace peak, so he needed to replenish it before cultivating; in no rush, he decided to save some Spirit Stones wherever possible.

Under the combination of the entries "Recovery Wind" and "So Mine to Command", the injury on his arm was rapidly healing, and, simultaneously, the Spiritual Energy inside his body was recovering quickly.

After stabbing nearly a thousand times,

his Spiritual Energy was completely replenished to full, and the efficiency wasn't slow either.

It was just...

Under the effect of the "Slippery" entry, his entire body repeatedly teleported in mid-air, creating quite a bizarre scene.

Chen Qiu nodded his head as he looked toward his arm, which had not even a single scar left, suddenly pondering something.

The Artifact Cultivator was killed too early.

He could really use an Artifact Cultivator right now.