C14 This Is How Antagonists Are Bred

Qiao Sheng was not killed by the lightning. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and auspicious clouds appeared. Another Mahayana cultivator of the Nether Sect had appeared, and he was so young, not even three hundred years old.

The class restrictions were very clear, and after Mahayana, his senses had become much clearer. If he listened carefully, he could even hear the heartbeats of the living things around him.

The surface of his skin was covered with a layer of black mud, which was the impurities secreted from his body. Coincidentally, there was a spiritual pond nearby. Qiao Sheng took off his clothes and soaked in the spiritual pond to his heart's content. The spiritual pond contained the Spiritual Force, which flowed into his body through his pores and a warm current flowed through his internal organs.

Qiao Sheng was a little drowsy from the bath. He closed his eyes and submerged his head in the water. He came out a few seconds later and was completely awake.

After putting on his clothes, he walked out barefoot. His long hair was still dripping with water, leaving a trail of water droplets behind him.

There were two people outside. One of them was sitting lazily on a rock, playing with a folding fan in his hand, while the other was squatting on the ground with a pale face.

Both of them heard the sound and looked up. The former looked at him from top to bottom with an aggressive gaze, and his eyes finally fell on her feet.

The latter appeared to be extremely excited. Her trembling lips were unable to speak.

Qiao Sheng stared at him for a while and asked hesitantly, "Ye Qingming?"

"Master!"

Ye Qingming could not help but pounce on Qiao Sheng and pull him into his arms. Qiao Sheng had just taken a bath and was only wearing a thin layer of clothes outside. Ye Qingming hugged him tightly and could clearly describe the curves of Qiao Sheng's body.

Qiao Sheng was stunned for a second. Then, he reached out his hand to hug Ye Qingming and patted him on the back. "It's good that you're fine."

The corner of his mouth revealed a smile that was as pure as the snow on an iceberg.

Zhedan caught the smile on Qiao Sheng's face from behind Ye Qingming. His eyes darkened, and the folding fan in his hand broke into two pieces.

"Master...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ye Qingming rubbed Qiao Sheng's shoulder and breathed in the unique cold smell of Qiao Sheng's body. He was greedy. There were countless things he wanted to say to Qiao Sheng in his heart, but he did not know what to say when he hugged Qiao Sheng in his arms.

"I'm sorry," Qiao Sheng said to Ye Qingming, "I didn't come back ten years ago."

Mentioning Qiao Sheng's disappearance, a trace of sadness flashed across Ye Qingming's eyes. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and said hoarsely, "It doesn't matter. Master must have something on his mind, that's why he didn't come. Master won't abandon me, right?"

Ye Qingming unconsciously tightened his grip, waiting for Qiao Sheng's answer.

"Yes, I won't abandon you."

How could I abandon you? You are going to kill the Fate Son.

"I knew Master wouldn't abandon me... I knew it..." All of this was no longer important, as long as Master was by his side.

"Tsk..." Zhedan walked over, grabbed Qiao Sheng's arm, pulled him out of Ye Qingming's arms, and said, "Master and disciple should have had enough of catching up, right? I found your disciple, how are you going to thank me? Hmm? "

Qiao Sheng tried to shake off Zhedan's control and failed.

"Thank you," Qiao Sheng said.

Zhedan suddenly held Qiao Sheng in his arms and lowered his head to meet Qiao Sheng's eyes. His tone was cold and vicious, "You only say thank you to me?"

"What else?" Qiao Sheng raised his eyes and looked at him calmly.

Ye Qingming rushed over and pulled Qiao Sheng back. The anger in his eyes could turn into a sharp blade and cut Zhedan into a thousand pieces.

Zhedan looked at Ye Qingming coldly, snorted through his nose, and left with a flick of his sleeve. The blood-red corner of his clothes fluttered in the wind like a ball of burning flames.

Qiao Sheng looked at Zhedan's leaving figure thoughtfully and said to Ye Qingming, "Qingming, I have something for you."

"What?" Seeing that Zhedan had left, Ye Qingming's mood improved slightly. He tilted his head and looked at Qiao Sheng.

"Follow me."

Qiao Sheng planned to bring Ye Qingming to an empty place and hand over all the things he had plundered from his storage ring to Ye Qingming.

However, Ye Qingming stopped him and made him sit on the rock. Ye Qingming squatted down and carefully wiped the dust off Qiao Sheng's feet with his sleeve. Then, he took out the shoes from the storage ring and put them on Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng saw Ye Qingming's actions and stared at the top of Ye Qingming's head with a strange expression.

Qiao Sheng called out to the system, "What is the side mission?"

"Strategy for Zhedan."

"Are you sure it's not Ye Qingming?"

"No," the system answered affirmatively.

"Yes."

Qiao Sheng frowned and took the opportunity to ask Ye Qingming about the situation after he came out of seclusion.

Ye Qingming paused for a moment when he heard this and began to describe his experiences. He did not tell Qiao Sheng that he had fallen into the demonic path and was a Demonic Cultivator.

After Qiao Sheng heard this, he asked, "Why did you fall into the Demonic Dao?"

Ye Qingming's body suddenly stiffened. He raised his head and looked at Qiao Sheng, trying to find disappointment and anger on Qiao Sheng's face.

"Master, I..."

"I don't blame you." Qiao Sheng seemed to see through Ye Qingming's fear and said, "No matter what, you are my disciple."

Very good, Ye Qingming had cultivated the demonic path. The gap between him and Hsiang Lanxuan was too great to begin with. On one hand, he was worried that Ye Qingming's cultivation could not catch up to Hsiang Lanxuan's, and on the other hand, he hated Hsiang Lanxuan for growing too quickly.

The fundamental difference between a Demonic Cultivator and a Dao Cultivator was their foundation. Compared to a Dao Cultivator, a Demonic Cultivator's foundation was unstable, and it was extremely easy for them to die while facing tribulation. However, its advantage was its fast cultivation speed.

The methods used to increase one's cultivation were also quite bloody.

"Master, you really don't blame me? I've gone crazy. Master, you are an elder of the Nether Sect, and your disciple is actually a Demonic Cultivator."

"Silly." Qiao Sheng gave a concise and clear evaluation of Ye Qingming's worries.

Ye Qingming felt wronged and said, "I am indeed afraid of being hated by Master."

"Go over there, I'll give you something." Qiao Sheng pointed at the empty space not far away.

Ye Qingming obediently followed behind Qiao Sheng. Qiao Sheng led him to an empty space and threw all the Demonic Cultivator mental cultivation techniques and secret techniques that he had collected in the cave to Ye Qingming so that he could see for himself what they could be used for.

A trace of surprise flashed across Ye Qingming's face. He casually picked up the small book and roughly read it. When he finished reading it, his eyes widened.

"This, this..."

Qiao Sheng raised his eyebrows, "Destroy what you don't need."

After saying that, he took out all kinds of Spirit Stones, crystal stones, magic tools, spiritual herbs, and other things. These were all good things. He could reject them, but Ye Qingming could not do without them. He could not let the antagonist lose at the starting line. Hsiang Lanxuan did not know what his cultivation level was at the moment, and he could not see Ye Qingming's cultivation level clearly. He knew that Ye Qingming had taken some kind of medicinal pill and deliberately concealed his aura.

Under Ye Qingming's shocked gaze, Qiao Sheng calmly told him to keep everything properly. If he needed anything during the cultivation process, he would tell Qiao Sheng. Even if it was the moon in the sky, Qiao Sheng would pluck it for him and personally deliver it to him.