C11 This Is How Villains Are Raised

For three days in a row, Qiao Sheng did not leave this place. Every night, Zhedan would come back with a stench of blood, share a bed with him, and leave the next day.

Qiao Sheng asked if he had any news about Ye Qingming, but Zhedan paused for a moment and said no.

Qiao Sheng's eyes were sharp as he said, "You didn't even go to find him."

Qiao Sheng used an affirmative sentence.

Zhedan raised his eyebrows, "Yes, so what?"

He meant that Qiao Sheng could not do anything to him.

Qiao Sheng clenched his fists under his sleeves. If possible, he had to kill this man.

Zhedan's eyes darkened. He stepped forward and pressed Qiao Sheng down. His tone was cold, "Three days should be enough for you to recuperate..."

With that, he tore off Qiao Sheng's clothes and bit on Qiao Sheng's shoulder, gulping down mouthfuls of blood. "As expected, your blood is the most attractive."

Qiao Sheng let Zhedan suck his blood on his shoulder. He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Were you the one who bit me in the secret passage?"

"Yes." Zhedan did not deny it.

Qiao Sheng thought to himself, 'There's another grudge between us. There's still a long way to go.'

"Who are you to live by sucking blood?"

"Long-winded." Zhedan was focused on sucking blood and was too lazy to answer Qiao Sheng. He directly covered Qiao Sheng's mouth with his hand.

Qiao Sheng,... ""

After sucking the blood, Zhedan helped Qiao Sheng lick his wounds. Finally, with a wicked smile on his face, he said, "I wonder how you cry."

He meaningfully swept his gaze across Qiao Sheng's exposed chest.

Qiao Sheng sneered, "You can try."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it."

Qiao Sheng shut his mouth, changed his clothes, pushed the door open and went out. Since he could not rely on Zhedan, he could only rely on himself.

Zhedan stared at Qiao Sheng's back for a while. No one knew what he was thinking as he followed him.

The two of them went downstairs one after the other. The innkeeper raised his eyes and lowered them again. Three days ago, the man had carried a man covered in blood into the inn.

The two of them, especially Zhedan, were both impeccably handsome. One could tell at a glance that they were people with a plot. Passersby who did not have a plot were all ordinary faces that could not be found in a sea of people. Qiao Sheng, who knew this well, often covered up his appearance. In front of ordinary people, he would at most have an extraordinary temperament.

Zhedan had also covered his appearance, but he did not cover it completely. Looking at him, he was still a handsome and elegant young master. Qiao Sheng guessed that Zhedan was probably looking for a new blood provider.

For a monster like Zhedan, his blood alone was probably not enough for him to drink a meal. That was why Zhedan left early in the morning and came back late every day, bringing with him the smell of blood.

Qiao Sheng's guess was quickly confirmed. He sat by the window and listened to others talk about a strange thing that had happened in the city recently. Young and beautiful men and women had died for no reason. Some busybodies said that those who died had turned into dried corpses and their blood had been sucked dry.

Qiao Sheng looked at Zhedan, who was sitting opposite him. Zhedan smiled but did not say anything, indirectly admitting that he was the one who did this.

Qiao Sheng retracted his gaze, planning to listen to something else and gather useful information.

Zhedan asked him, "What does your disciple look like?"

"I don't know."

"How tall is he?"

"I don't know."

"Have you ever used another name?"

"I don't know."

Zhedan rubbed his forehead: "If you don't know anything, why are you still looking for someone?"

Qiao Sheng pursed his lips, "When I left, he was only ten years old. I told him that I would pick him up in ten years, but I stayed in the secret realm for twenty years."

Zhedan said, "Then he might be dead."

"I think so too." It was impossible for a child at the second stage of Qi Refinement to not eat and drink. The food he left for Ye Qingming was all pills, enough for him to last for ten years. The cave had already collapsed, and no one knew if it was an accident or an accident, but Ye Qingming's corpse was not inside.

"Then there's no need to look for him. He's just a disciple, so it'll be troublesome to bring him along."

"You must find him and confirm whether he is dead or alive." Qiao Sheng looked at him steadily, "I want to return to the Nether Sect. Help yourself."

Ye Qingming knew his name. If he was still alive, he would definitely look for him. After asking around a little, he would know that he was an elder of the Nether Sect. He could feel the surging spiritual energy in his body, and advancing to the Mahayana Realm was just around the corner. He returned to the Nether Sect first and spread the news that he was about to break through to the Mahayana Realm. According to the original owner's age, reaching the Mahayana Realm would definitely cause waves in the cultivation world.

At that time, he would wait for Ye Qingming to find him. If there was still no news...

He could only find another suitable candidate.

"Of course I'll follow you," Zhedan said. How could he let go of a moving blood source like Qiao Sheng?

"I wonder how the blood of other cultivators tastes like..." These past few days, he had been drinking the blood of ordinary people. It was dirty and disgusting.

Qiao Sheng replied, "Of course it's better than ordinary people, but you're not allowed to suck them dry."

He did not want to be killed as soon as he returned. He hated trouble.

"Are you ordering me again?"

Qiao Sheng had always been in a superior position, and his tone often carried a commanding tone. When he heard this, he frowned and said, "It's up to you to understand."

"Sure." Zhedan looked at him.

"Hmm?" Qiao Sheng was deep in thought and did not notice. He tilted his head with confusion in his eyes.

"Tsk..."

Zhedan pinched Qiao Sheng's chin and said, "Interesting."

Qiao Sheng shook off Zhedan's hand and said with a cold expression, "Other than sucking blood, stay away from me."

He stood up and left. Zhedan sat where he was and did not move. He turned his head and smiled at the scholar who was staring at him in a daze in the middle of the hall.

The scholar's face heated up and he hurriedly sat up straight. He lowered his head to look at the teacup in front of him. The tea was still spinning.

Qiao Sheng left the inn and threw himself into the bustling street. Three people wearing black fences that covered their entire bodies passed by him. He stopped and looked thoughtfully at the backs of the three people as they hurried away.

He turned around and followed behind the three of them. The three of them were obviously on high alert. Sensing that there was someone behind them, they quickened their pace and turned into the alley. Qiao Sheng curled his lips, concealed his figure, and jumped onto the roof tiles, looking down at the three of them.

The three of them walked around the alley for a long time, thinking that they had already gotten rid of Qiao Sheng. One of them took off the fence, revealing a pretty face, "Qingshan, isn't it not good for us to do this? If my father knew about this, he would kill me."

The woman looked to be around seventeen years old. She looked at the other person uneasily.

That person also took off the fence. It was a handsome man. The man held the girl's hand and said softly, "No, your father loves you so much. How can he blame you? Hurry up and take out the Essence Pill for me to see."

The other person who didn't take off the hedge didn't say anything. She just stood quietly at the side. Judging from her figure, she was also a woman.

The girl nodded and took out a handkerchief. She carefully opened the handkerchief and saw a green pill with a faint fragrance.

The expression on the man's face suddenly changed. His eyes were fierce, and he snatched the thing from the girl's hand. Under the girl's astonished gaze, the man tore off the mask, revealing an even more handsome face. "Ah! How gullible! How did your father give birth to such a stupid woman like you?"

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes. "You, you're not Qingshan! Who are you? Why are you lying to me? Qingshan!"

"Qingshan? What Qingshan? It was him from the beginning to the end." The woman who had not spoken just now took off her fence. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were soul-stirring, and her eyebrows were naturally charming. She laid in the man's arms, and the man hugged her. She covered her mouth and laughed, "Little girl, you can go. We won't kill you. Just take it as your reward for getting the Essence Pill."

"Give me back my father's Essence Pill!"

The young girl's face was covered in tears. She wanted to go forward and snatch back the Essence Pill, but she was impatiently waved to the ground by the man: "You overestimate yourself, you dare to snatch something from the Demonic Cultivator, do you want to die too long?!"

A black mist gathered in the man's hand, and the girl, her eyes wide with terror, began to back away.

Qiao Sheng felt that it was boring to watch. The Essence Pill mainly had a better healing effect, and was useful for heavily injured cultivators. He did not know what these two Demonic Cultivators were doing with them. Just as he was about to leave, he thought for a moment and changed his mind. He picked up the girl and dodged the Demonic Cultivator's attack.

The two Demonic Cultivators were stunned when they saw Qiao Sheng: "You, you, you are..."

"Give me the Essence Pill."

The Demonic Cultivator obediently handed the Essence Pill to Qiao Sheng, who then returned the medicine to the girl: "Take it back."

The girl's face lit up with joy. Just as she was about to thank him, she was so scared by Qiao Sheng's cold gaze that she shut her mouth. She grabbed the medicine tightly and turned to leave.

Qiao Sheng glanced at the Demonic Cultivator who was still in a daze. He did not plan to kill them, so he turned around and left.

The female Demonic Cultivator was the first to recover from her shock. She chased after him: "Wait!"

However, Qiao Sheng was already gone.

The male Demonic Cultivator followed over and stammered, "Tell me, is he, is he the person Master is looking for..."

The female Demonic Cultivator's expression was a little complicated as she said, "Right, he looks too similar..."