C15 This Is How Antagonists Are Fostered

It turned out that Ye Qingming could not see Qiao Sheng after coming out of seclusion back then, so he waited for him in the cave. He waited for a full year, and only after a year did Ye Qingming give up and leave to go out and wander around.

As he asked about the name "Qingshang," he tried to raise his cultivation. He met many people and many things, but for some reason, he became a demon cultivator. The path of cultivation was not suitable for him.

After entering the Demonic Path, his cultivation had increased by leaps and bounds, and there was always a surge of spiritual energy in his body. In order to balance the spiritual energy in his body, he had to absorb even more power from the outside world into his body.

Therefore, when he killed the Demonic Beasts, he would also take the opportunity to kill the cultivators who were in trouble and absorb their cultivation.

When Ye Qingming said this, he kept observing Qiao Sheng's expression, afraid that Qiao Sheng would dislike him.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Sheng did not react at all. Seeing Ye Qingming staring at him, Qiao Sheng asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Ye Qingming's eyes flashed. He turned his head away, not looking at Qiao Sheng, and continued to talk about him.

Later on, when he found out Qiao Sheng's identity, he trekked all the way to the Nether Sect. He concealed his aura and became an outer sect disciple of the Nether Sect. He guarded the Nether Sect, hoping that Qiao Sheng would come back one day.

"Then what is your current cultivation level?" Qiao Sheng did not know Ye Qingming's cultivation level even after listening for a long time. He only knew that his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds after cultivating the demonic path.

"Middle stage of Mahayana Realm," Ye Qingming said.

Qiao Sheng was slightly surprised. Ye Qingming's cultivation was actually above his, but...

"Very good!" Qiao Sheng patted Ye Qingming's shoulder with obvious praise in his eyes. If one were to talk about geniuses, Ye Qingming was the genius. No matter how Ye Qingming did it, he was still a Mahayana cultivator.

So, could he kill Hsiang Lanxuan now?

"What is Hsiang Lanxuan's cultivation base?" Qiao Sheng asked the system.

The system said coldly, "Sorry, no comment."

Qiao Sheng said, "We are in the same boat. It will be good for you if you don't tell me."

The system was silent for three seconds before it explained, "I don't know. All my remaining energy has been used to foretell Mr. Qiao's future. I'm no different from you now."

"Then how did you post the side mission?"

"I didn't post the side mission, but the direction of the World Will. I have the mission panel here, and that's what it told me." The system patiently explained that in fact the side missions came at random, and that its mission panel was just an energy collector, with additional energy sources for some reason in the process.

The so-called Side Missions were ways to obtain extra energy.

"Yes." Qiao Sheng gave up on asking the system for help and said to Ye Qingming, "Do you remember I told you to kill someone?"

"Yes."

"His name is Hsiang Lanxuan, a direct disciple of the Nether Sect. His current cultivation base is unknown." Qiao Sheng paused for a moment, "Only you can kill him. No matter what method you use, as long as you kill him with your own hands, it will be fine."

No one else could do it, except for Ye Qingming.

Ye Qingming was stunned. Facing Qiao Sheng's serious expression, he nodded firmly. "Alright, Master. I will definitely kill Hsiang Lanxuan."

He did not ask why Qiao Sheng wanted him to kill Hsiang Lanxuan, nor did he want to know why Qiao Sheng did not kill Hsiang Lanxuan himself. As long as Qiao Sheng asked him to, he had a kind of blind obedience.

"Good boy." Qiao Sheng smiled.

Ye Qingming opened his eyes wide, "Master, you're smiling..."

In his memory, Qiao Sheng had never smiled in a real sense.

Qiao Sheng himself was slightly stunned for a moment before he felt relieved. He said, "I'm very happy, why can't I smile?"

His mission was about to be completed, so why couldn't he smile? It wasn't that there was a problem with his facial muscles, it was just that there was no reason for him to smile.

Ye Qingming hugged Qiao Sheng and said in a low voice, "If Master is happy, then I am happy."

Qiao Sheng allowed Ye Qingming to hug him. He was in a good mood right now. Thinking of Zhedan, he suddenly wanted to fight with Zhedan and see how Mahayana's cultivation was compared to Zhedan's.

Speaking of the devil, he saw a flash of red, and it became clearer and clearer until he was pulled into it.

Zhedan's eyes were cold as he struck Ye Qingming's chest with his palm, sending him flying.

Zhedan said, "This is my husband. No one is allowed to touch him."

"Don't you think so?" Zhedan pinched Qiao Sheng, forcing him to raise his head and look straight at him.

Qiao Sheng slapped Zhedan's face with a backhand. Zhedan tilted his head to the side, and when he turned around, there were clear fingerprints on his face.

Qiao Sheng was also stunned. He had reacted instinctively just now, afraid that Zhedan's palm strike would cause something bad to happen to Ye Qingming. One had to know that Ye Qingming was the villain, but Zhedan was not. If Ye Qingming was killed by Zhedan, his mission would be suspended.

"Very good." Zhedan stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was dark.

Wings as white as snow spread out on his back once again. He carried Qiao Sheng and flew away, quickly disappearing from where he was.

This was the first time Qiao Sheng had seen Zhedan's wings. He guessed that Zhedan was a devil, but the devil's wings were black.

Zhedan was in a bad mood. When he flew halfway, he looked down at the person in his arms and found that the person in his arms was looking at his wings calmly.

Zhedan was so angry that he laughed. He closed his wings and the two of them landed on the lush grass. After rolling three times, they stopped. Zhedan's eyes turned red, revealing sharp fangs. He opened his mouth and bit down on Qiao Sheng's neck.

As the fangs sank into his flesh, Qiao Sheng could clearly feel the flow of his blood, and he could hear the sound of swallowing.

Qiao Sheng thought that Zhedan would stop after sucking enough blood this time, but he did not expect him to continue.

Was he planning to suck him dry?

Qiao Sheng gathered the Spiritual Force in his hand and attacked Zhedan. Zhedan pulled out his fangs in time and hid to the side.

Zhedan's expression could be said to be terrifying. The killing intent leaking out from his eyes made Qiao Sheng's eyebrows jump. Zhedan was really not easy to deal with.

Ignoring the bleeding wound on his neck, Qiao Sheng walked to Zhedan, sat on his lap, lowered his head and kissed him.

Zhedan did not have any reaction. He watched coldly as Qiao Sheng moved on top of him. It was only when Qiao Sheng tore off his clothes that his expression changed. He suddenly pressed Qiao Sheng down and took the initiative.

...

Qiao Sheng had never imagined that he would be pressed down by someone else one day. He had never thought that a person's endurance could be so strong, and he had never thought that he would faint. Even when he woke up, the person on top of him had no intention of stopping.

He didn't know how much time had passed, because they were wrapped in wings and he couldn't see what was going on outside.

When Qiao Sheng saw that Zhedan did not have any pity for him at all, he wiped away the tears that he had finally shed with a cold face and waited for Zhedan to finish.