Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 251: Harvest from the 7-city siege

Finally, Wang Qiye had some free time to take stock of his gains.

446 storage bags, 537 second-level attack magic weapons, 116 second-level defense magic weapons, 1280 second-level broken magic weapons, 349 first-level magic weapons, spirit stones, a pile of herbs, a shadow bead, and a pile of miscellaneous items.

This time it can be said that the harvest was quite fruitful. I also received a gift from the old man, which made such a gratifying harvest possible. Otherwise, my magic weapon would have been broken into pieces long ago.

The harvest is worth the risk. If it weren't for the hard work of a group of people, it would be difficult to achieve such a harvest.

The dead were still vivid in my mind, strong men, middle-aged uncles, old men... I didn't even know their names. Perhaps everyone was determined to die, and never thought they would succeed. Even I, at the moment of dawn, had already thought of my last words.

The last few days were peaceful. Wang Qiye just hung out with Bai Xingchen, Ye Hanshuang and Chen Fuyuan, drinking tea and feeling very comfortable.

Listening to Bai Xingchen talk about his ups and downs in the business world and how he fought back so powerfully was so thrilling and fascinating.

There were also various specialized terms in business warfare, which made Wang Qiye's ears dizzy. Although he didn't understand a word, he just felt that what he said was wonderful.

……

"Okay everyone, all good things must come to an end. Let's get together again some other day when we have time."

Bai Xingchen cupped his hands and clicked the return button.

"My fellow Taoists, I will go first."

A dry land meteor, dragging the night frost, rose from the ground and flew straight into the sky.

"See you again if we are destined."

Chen Fuyuan smiled, bowed, and then clicked to return.

"Goodbye."

Wang Qiye also bowed, and the mechanical ball emitted a light shield that wrapped him up, then lifted him up into the air at a high speed, leaving the Qicheng Village like a meteor on dry land.

"Friend Wang, I've been waiting for you. Why are you here so late?"

Mi Pengyong greeted warmly.

Wang Qiye had just stood firm when he turned around and found that they were all familiar faces. Including himself, there were seven of them in total. He did not expect that the top seven people on the Seven Cities Besieged Villages ranking list would teleport out and appear alone in the center of the valley.

Zhan Qiaoqi who always wears a hat to cover his face, the generous big man Mi Pengyong, the rough and sturdy cultivator Xiong Fangfan, the monk from Jiutian Xuanyumen who came to receive the award on behalf of Tiger Beast, and a lone wolf.

The person in front of me was dressed in white plain clothes, with black and shiny hair falling on her shoulders like a waterfall. Her face was extremely pale and bloodless, but she revealed a different kind of morbid beauty.

She held an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, like a blooming flower, emitting a faint fragrance. At this moment, she was sitting quietly on a coffin, swinging her feet lightly, as if she was out of tune with the world around her.

Her eyes were fixed on him, with a firm and bright light flashing in them. This woman looked thin and beautiful, giving people a fresh and refined feeling. It was not difficult to imagine that she should be Yan Jinglan from the grazing villa.

Only then did he remember that this secret realm still had the ultimate thousand-year-old elixir, which had not yet been distributed.

"I just wanted a few cups of tea. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

Wang Qiye smiled heartlessly.

"Why are you still wearing a mask? Take it off."

Mi Pengyong said this and was about to reach out to help Wang Qiye take it off.

"No, social phobia."

Wang Qiye glanced over and saw dense eyes all around, looking over here and staring at the seven of them. He quickly slapped his dirty hands away.

"I can't tell. Then hurry up and pick one. Don't keep the elders waiting anxiously."

Mi Pengyong looked Wang Qiye up and down, obviously not believing it.

"Ah."

Wang Qiye randomly picked up a wooden box and stuffed it directly into his storage bag without even looking at it. In the eyes of this half-baked doctor, the value of any thousand-year-old elixir is the same.

"Everyone, see you in the rivers and lakes."

Wang Qiye waved as he walked towards the group of monks in Lingxi Valley.

……

"Meet Elder Mo."

Wang Qiye bowed respectfully. In front of the fourth realm cultivator, as a mere second realm cultivator, he did not dare to act presumptuously.

"Yeah, that's good, let's go."

Mo Laojiu said indifferently.

Elder Mo, who is usually aloof, can say so much to low-level disciples. This is already a lot, and Wang Qiye is very satisfied.

Then he quickly walked past Elder Mo and came to the crowd of disciples in Lingxi Valley. He found an empty seat in the front, which seemed to be reserved for him, so he walked over and sat down.

"Wang Qiye, you have such great abilities, but you didn't even tell me in advance. I just picked a few herbs, and then I was chased all over the mountain by the enemy. I escaped in a panic."

Chi Miaoling complained bitterly, thinking that she had taken good care of him before he left, but in the blink of an eye, all her sincerity was wasted.

"To be honest, I was just a scavenger there. Every time they beat me to death, I took the opportunity to finish them off. If it weren't for the reputation of the Iron Fist Saint Bai as one of the Ten Heroes, and the group of monsters at the Pastoral Villa, I, who was at the third level of the Foundation Establishment (Pressure Realm), would have been defeated long ago."

Wang Qiye smiled along. With more than thirty years of experience, he knew that a tree stands out in the forest, so it would be better to keep a low profile at the moment.

"Forget it. Some people are just ungrateful wolves that you can never tame. Wang Qiye, once a person's heart has turned cold, do you think it will mellow if you warm it up?"

Chi Miaoling obviously didn't buy his talk and said it in a sarcastic tone.

"So people's hearts don't turn cold in one day. Suddenly, they make you feel freezing cold." Lin Eqin said sourly.

During this trip to the secret realm, she was only at the second level of foundation building, and she didn't even dare to go out of the gate of the stone city. On the fourth day, the cultivators from the seven cities gave her enough face, and then she quickly clicked on the return button and teleported out of the seven cities.

Everyone saw clearly just now that Wang Qiye was the first to take the thousand-year-old elixir. His words might be able to fool ghosts, but it would be a bit difficult to fool these cultivators.

"It must be that damn Chen Fuyuan, doing evil behind my back again." Wang Qiye muttered to himself, but continued with a smile: "Hey, Senior Sister Chi, you wronged me. The top ten Saint Bai was sitting next to me. He didn't tell me, and I didn't recognize him. You also passed by when you left the corridor, but you didn't notice it, let alone me."

"I went out early, and there was no one there."

Chi Miaoling obviously didn't buy it.

"Well, I did see it, but I was in a hurry to get on my way and had no time to pay attention to the group of people sitting at the entrance of the corridor." Wei Heyuan said with some annoyance.

"You said these ten heroes are really something. If he raised his arm and called for help, wouldn't everyone give him some face and come to help?"

Chi Miaoling's face looked much better now.

"That's right. You said he was one of the top ten foundation building masters, sitting there quietly, and even wearing a tiger mask. Who could have guessed that he probably didn't want people to recognize him?"

Xiao Gekai also looked extremely regretful.

"In fact, this cannot be blamed on him. There were nine people in Skylark Tower, and only two are left after the death. And the Feiyun Sect monks also had nine people coming, and only four came out alive. Ten people from Lingxi Valley came this time, and ten people returned, which is the best."

Wang Qiye said this calmly, but then he recalled the tragic scene in the corridor and sighed.

"Alas, we didn't get anything on this trip. When we go back, won't they laugh their heads off?" Chi Miaoling, who was at the ninth level of foundation building, rolled his eyes at him.

"Anyway, Wang Qiye, you got everything. How can we be willing to return empty-handed?"

Dan Qianhou was a little confused.

"That's right. Now everyone knows that the Stone City Fort has been defended. It will definitely cause a sensation in the entire cultivation civilization. Then everyone asked, the number one on the scoreboard is Wang Qiye from Lingxi Valley. You went there together. You must have earned a lot of spirit stones on this trip. How do you want us to answer?"

Lin Aiqin, who was at the second level of foundation building, might have suffered such a huge blow that she even shed tears out of grievance.

"Just tell the truth, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Do I have to take out the spoils and distribute them to everyone?" Wang Qiye laughed softly.

"That's not the case. It's just that when we are bragging, Junior Brother Wang, please don't spoil our show." Xiao Gekai said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Oh, these people have been doing this for a long time. It turns out they were doing this. You should have told me earlier. It made it so hard for me to act." Wang Qiye understood.

"Of course, please feel free to express your opinions. I will definitely not say a word."

"Brother Wang, please tell us how you managed to hold on."

Dan Qianhou looked at Wang Qiye and urged.

"Yes, yes."

The fellow disciples became very excited and started to inquire about this shocking secret.

Wang Qiye then smiled and continued, "This is a long story. Everything can only be said to be a coincidence. These coincidences are indispensable and linked together. If any one of them is missing, there is no hope for the Stone City Stronghold to be defended today..."

"Okay, let's go."

Mo Laojiu interrupted their conversation and without waiting for them to reply, he waved his hand, and the people from Lingxi Valley took off from the ground and shot into the air.

"Gah-"

A green cry was heard, and a large green bird circled in the air, steadily catching everyone and landing them in the light shield on its back.

Wang Qiye closed his eyes with familiarity. Having had many experiences with this, he became more and more envious of this spiritual bird that served as a means of transportation.

I could only feel the whistling of the wind in my ears for about ten breaths. Before I could fully appreciate it, I felt that the Blue Bird was slowing down.

"Gah-"

Another bluebird cried out, and Wang Qiye opened his eyes. He had already arrived above the familiar Qingyun Peak. A few bluebirds circled and quickly approached the activity square.

When he could see the waiting crowd below, Mo Laojiu waved his hand and threw everyone off the back of the blue bird. At this time, it was still ten stories above the ground. Wang Qiye quickly used the Lingxi Light Body Technique, flipped several times in the air, released his strength and floated downwards, landing steadily.

"Farewell, Elder Mo!"

The welcoming crowd below had just finished their greetings and looked up to see that the blue bird had already carried Elder Mo away to who knows where.

All the fellow disciples who participated in the secret realm landed one after another.