Chapter 217 The One-Horned Old Man

Let’s not talk about the Netherworld Master. Qingyang was forced to hide in the space of the Drunken Immortal Gourd. After that, he didn’t even have the strength to stand up. He sat on the ground, took out a healing pill from his body, and then began to meditate to heal his wounds.

After several hours, the injuries on his body were slightly relieved. Qingyang let out a long breath and slowly stood up from the ground. This time the injury was very serious. If you want to recover completely, it will take at least five or six days. Now he can only move with difficulty.

After walking around, there was not much change in the space of the Drunken Immortal Gourd. The four seeds were still motionless, the wine pool and the wine pavilion were all normal, and the seven alcoholic bees were also sleeping and could not help him. In other words, the seeds of the ordinary spiritual flowers and herbs bought in Yuling City have gradually sprouted and look full of vitality.

Qingyang was in no mood to appreciate these. What worried him most was his current situation. Just now, he secretly sent out a trace of divine consciousness outside, and found that the Netherworld Master was sitting not far away, offering sacrifices to Helan Feng's corpse. It seemed that he would not be able to leave in a short time.

If the Netherworld Master did not leave, Qingyang would not be able to get out of the Drunken Immortal Gourd. Although he was not worried about his life for the time being, it was not a good thing to continue like this. The Immortal Knocking Conference will start in the next two days, and there will be a little more than a month in total. If the Netherworld Master waits outside for half a month, and then delays for a while to find a way, by the time he returns to Yuling City, the Immortal Knocking Conference will probably have ended long ago.

But thinking about it again, he seemed to have thought too much. He didn't find any mission items. What's the point of rushing back in time? The Immortal Knocking Conference has nothing to do with him. Okay, Qingyang's teeth ache when he thinks of these things. He once had the opportunity to join the Immortal Gate. He could have benefited from Yu Mengmiao, but now he can only benefit from the Liang family for nothing.

After a while of random thoughts, Qingyang sat down on the ground again and continued to heal his wounds. In any case, it was most important to heal his body first, so that he would have the energy to face the future.

Time passed quickly, and five or six days passed in the blink of an eye. Qingyang had recovered from the injury he received last time, and his cultivation had also improved a little. During this period, Qingyang secretly observed once again with his divine sense. The Netherworld Master was still guarding outside, doing something that he couldn't understand, and had no intention of leaving at all, which made Qingyang angry.

Although he was angry, Qingyang didn't dare to always look out with his divine sense. He was afraid that his frequent peeping would be discovered by the Netherworld Master, which made him more determined to stay outside.

But it was also annoying to always do nothing in the Drunken Immortal Gourd. Four or five days had passed. The Knocking Immortal Conference should have started long ago, right? I don't know what tasks will be issued this year and what kind of task items will be needed. The Liang family should have taken action by now, right? Not only Liang Qingtian, Liang Chongtian might also join the seven major immortal sects, but he could only be blocked here.

As time went by, Qingyang became more and more irritable. Although he knew that the Immortal Knocking Conference had nothing to do with him, he was still unwilling and could not calm down to practice slowly. He bid farewell to his master and came to Yuling City. He had gone through hardships and life and death for nearly half a year. Wasn't it just for this Immortal Knocking Conference?

Now that the Immortal Knocking Conference is about to begin, he has become an outsider. How can he be willing? Should he go out and fight? Although the netherworld master is powerful, he was seriously injured after all, and he repeatedly overdrew his soul. He is already at the end of his strength, right?

But looking at his own cultivation, Qingyang couldn't help but feel discouraged. The netherworld master was once a foundation-building cultivator. No matter how strong he is, it is impossible for him to be reduced to the point where he can't even beat a cultivator in the middle stage of the opening meridian realm, right? What is the end of a strong crossbow? Helan Feng thought so at the beginning. Now he has become a dead body. Is he going to follow in his footsteps?

Qingyang sorted out all the things around him. Alcoholic bees? They can't help for the time being; talismans? They have all been used up; pills? There are still two, but they don't improve combat power; spiritual wine? It seems useless at this time.

Opening the bag he put in the Drunken Immortal Gourd, Qingyang couldn't help but see the jade Buddha. He got this thing from Hong Mantian when he was in Kaiyuan Mansion. The jade Buddha is made of soul-nourishing jade. Although it is rare in the world of immortal cultivation, it is not valuable. It is only worth two or three spiritual stones. The most important thing is the residual soul hidden inside.

But Qingyang has had this thing for several months, but he has never found any reaction from the residual soul inside, and it has not helped him in any way. Is it just a useless thing?

While he was thinking, suddenly, the jade Buddha trembled slightly, emitting a warm light, shining on Qingyang's body, just like seeing the sun on a cloudy day, the warm light spread all over his body, making him feel comfortable.

The jade Buddha reacted? Why did he react at this time? Could it be that as those people in the secular world said, this jade Buddha was extremely effective and heard his voice?

As a cultivator, Qingyang did not believe this. He guessed that it might be because of some external stimulation that was sensed by the residual soul in the jade Buddha, which caused this situation. As for what specifically stimulated the residual soul in the outside world, Qingyang could not guess.

However, the Jade Buddha's reaction was always a good thing. Taking this opportunity, Qingyang quickly separated a trace of his divine consciousness and probed into the Jade Buddha. Qingyang had tried this before, but each time it was a failure. He could only faintly sense a trace of residual soul inside, and blocked the outside world's exploration, so he couldn't see anything more.

But this time it was different. In a trance, Qingyang felt that his divine consciousness suddenly came to a space. It was pitch black all around and he couldn't see anything, but Qingyang faintly felt that there must be something unpredictable here.

Soul-nourishing jade is just a low-level spiritual material. There must be no real space inside. This should be just a consciousness space formed by divine consciousness. While hesitating, he suddenly heard an old voice floating in the void, saying: "Who are you? Why do you disturb this king?"

Qingyang looked up and saw a figure floating in the air not far away from the opposite side. The figure was illusory and not very clear, but it could be roughly identified. It seemed to be an old man with a single horn on his head. The old man had a blank expression on his face and a confused look in his eyes. It was unclear whether he made such an expression on purpose or it was just a natural result of his stupidity.