Chapter 1092 Night Attack
There are no Nascent Soul cultivators, which is good news for Qingyang. Back then in Baishou Lake, Qingyang was able to kill Shi Ruyu, who was in the fifth level of Jindan, by himself. There were almost no rivals in the middle stage of Jindan. After Qingyang recovered, few people in the whole Fallen Ghost Abyss could pose a threat to him.
On the way from Tongguan County to here, there were still many dangers. A month ago, a group of monsters came from nowhere and caused great trouble to the whole team. Half a month ago, when we were staying overnight, the camp was attacked by an evil cultivator in the foundation building period, and several guards were killed and injured. Fortunately, Qingteng Sanren acted in time to drive away the attacker.
I won’t talk about other minor situations. In short, this journey was not very peaceful. Fortunately, the guards brought by the candidates were all selected elites, and there were two foundation building cultivators in the team. The journey was relatively smooth. Except for the seven or eight guards who were killed and injured, the ten candidates were fine.
Two of Ma Xingchen's guards died, which was the biggest loss among all the candidates. Old Man Zhi was lucky enough not to be among them. In fact, it was normal to have such a loss, because they had the lowest cultivation level. Among the hundreds of people, only Ma Xingchen had a cultivator in the Kaimai realm.
Fortunately, this place was not far from Kuzhong City, and the ten-day journey would be over soon, so there should be no more danger. On this day, everyone rushed for another day's journey. Even the Qi-refining cultivators were a little tired. As the sky got dark, everyone set up a temporary camp at the foot of a mountain and lived there.
In a tent at the edge of the camp, Qingyang was meditating and refining the Mihe San. In addition to him, there were Old Man Zhi and two other guards. As for Ma Shi and Ma Xingchen, it was naturally impossible for them to live with them. There were eight guards when they came, but now there are only four left, and the tent is much more spacious.
Before he knew it, it was midnight. Qingyang had just refined half of the Mihe powder he was taking when he suddenly heard a loud bang outside, followed by two sounds of breaking through the air, as if someone was flying into the sky with an object, and shouted at the same time: "Who is it? Who dares to attack my camp?"
The voice belonged to Qingteng Sanren. He sounded angry, as if the camp had just been attacked by someone, and the damage was not small. Qingyang and others did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly got out of the tent, checking the situation while meeting up with Ma Xingchen, Ma Shi and others.
The whole camp was in a mess, and the guards were busy looking for their master. Qingteng Sanren and another foundation-building cultivator Shangguan Ping were standing in the sky with their spiritual weapons, but they looked very embarrassed. Qingteng Sanren was better, but Shangguan Ping was injured, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot in the night attack just now.
These two people were the most powerful in the whole team, and the night attackers attacked them as soon as they arrived. It was obvious that they had figured out the situation here and were very targeted when they attacked. There seemed to be quite a few people a few dozen feet outside the camp, but it was too dark to see clearly. I don’t know when the team was targeted by them, but they didn’t notice it at all.
Qingteng Sanren stood in the sky, his mind wandering. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Kuzhong City, the mission was about to be completed, and he gradually relaxed his vigilance. He didn’t expect that someone would take advantage of this time to launch a sneak attack. If he hadn’t reacted quickly enough, he would have been injured just now. Who was so bold as to dare to intercept their team here? Judging from the situation, there seemed to be a lot of people, and he didn’t know if his people could handle it.
While Qingteng Sanren was still thinking, Shangguan Ping had already shouted, "Who is so bold as to attack the team of the Holy Son's preliminary selection? Aren't you afraid of the blame of the Infinite Saint?"
"Hmph, don't use the tiger's skin as a banner. Will the Infinite Saint blame you? Can he take care of it? Even if he wants to, you have to be ordered to complain." A voice snorted coldly from dozens of feet away.
Seeing that the camp was already on guard, the group of people dozens of feet away simply walked out of the darkness. The first one was a gloomy man with a fifth-level foundation building cultivation. He was the one who spoke just now. There were two black-clothed men on the left and right of this man, one at the fourth level of foundation building and the other at the second level of foundation building. There were also thirty people following behind, all of whom were in the middle and late stages of Qi training.
Seeing the cultivation of this group of people, Qingteng Sanren's heart sank suddenly. Things might be difficult to deal with. The other side had one more foundation building cultivator than this side, and the gloomy man leading the group was still at the fifth level of foundation building, which was higher than his own cultivation. Among the remaining people, although there are more people here, most of them are guards in the early stage of Qi Refining, which is far inferior to the middle and late stage of Qi Refining on the opposite side.
With such strength on the other side, even if he risked his life, he might not be able to win. It seems that this mission will fail. However, no matter what, he can't escape without taking advantage. Qingteng Sanren thought about countermeasures and said, "Who are you? Why are you blocking the preliminary selection team of the Son of God?"
The gloomy man on the opposite side sneered, "How could we leave our real names to you when we come out to do this kind of thing? Just think of us as bandits who gather in the nearby mountains and forests. We heard that a large group of people from Tongguan County came to Kuzhong City to participate in the preliminary selection of the Son of God, so we came out to make some money."
The fourth-level foundation cultivator next to him said, "Those who can be selected to participate in the preliminary selection of the Son of God must be the direct descendants of each family, and they must have good things on them. Boss, we made a fortune this time."
Are these bandits who have gathered in the mountains? Are they trying to intercept the Saint's preliminary team to get some money? Qingteng Sanren doesn't think so. However, it is useless to think of anything else now. If spending some spirit stones can solve the problem, Qingteng Sanren is willing to do so. After all, he came here with a mission and must ensure that the team arrives at Kuzhong City safely. He cannot afford to suffer too much damage.
Qingteng Sanren decided to hold back for the time being and said, "Since you are seeking money, there is no need to fight for your life. You tell us the amount. If we can afford it, we will definitely find a way to get it together for you. But don't ask for too much. It's not good for anyone to fight to the death."
Qingteng Sanren used both soft and hard tactics in his words, hoping that the other party would show mercy, but the other party didn't buy it at all. The leading monk laughed and said, "We bandits live on the edge of a knife. When have we ever been afraid of fighting to the death? Just kill you all, and everything will be ours. Isn't it possible to have whatever we want? Is there any need to discuss it?"
After hearing the leading monk's words, Qingteng Sanren was even more certain that this group of people were not bandits at all, but others pretending to be them, and their purpose was to take their lives. In this case, there was nothing to discuss. Let's fight and see the situation first.