185 A Storm is About to Arise (3)
This meant that his attack power had reached the peak of the Qi Refinement Realm!
"The essence of the technique is not the number of strikes. It’s about the quality and the mastery of the technique. If I reach the peak of the Qi Refinement Realm and I put more effort into practicing this technique, I wonder if I can break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm!”
Jiang Ming’s eyes flickered. However, he did not really want to use this technique to fight against a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator. They would not just stand there and let him hit them.
"No matter what, ordinary Qi Refinement Realm cultivators should no longer be my match.”
Not only was the Fire Metal Sword Technique powerful, but it was also almost instantaneous. The attack range was thirty meters. If an ordinary Qi Refinement Realm cultivator did not prepare in advance, they would not be able to block this attack.
Jiang Ming heaved a sigh of relief. With his current strength, he finally did not have to worry about his safety.
After spending twenty years in Xiaoqian Mountain, Jiang Ming pretty much figured out who he could not offend and where he could not go.
"I can now buy the things I wanted at the black market!”
He had been to the black market a few times over the years. However, all his visits were to sell some extra pills he had refined. At most, he would buy a few pre-loved books. He had never bought anything that was too conspicuous. Now that his strength had increased, he could be a little bolder.
Another reason was that He Xiaowan’s sudden appearance made Jiang Ming feel inexplicably uneasy. He needed to have a way to escape if anything happened.
Of course, he could not be too conspicuous. It was best to pretend to still be at the fifth level of the Qi Refinement Realm.
* * *
A few days later, Old Gu Zi came to visit.
"Ming, here’s your payment!”
Old Gu Zi’s face was extremely pale as he handed over a pile of spirit stone chips.
"You’re injured?” Jiang Ming squinted as he sensed the fluctuating aura in Old Gu Zi’s body.
"I went out of the mountains to hunt a demonic wolf. Alas, I only sold it for a few spirit stones,” Old Gu Zi coughed and said with a bitter smile. “I could not afford to eat a single bite of meat. You see, there are a few more spirit stones, can you make it rain for me again?”
Jiang Ming looked at the spirit stone chips in his hand. There were barely enough chips for another round of rain.
"A demonic wolf should be worth a lot, right?” Jiang Ming weighed the spirit stone and suddenly asked. “Do you want to buy a bottle of Golden Blood Pills to treat your injuries?”
Old Gu quickly shook his head and said, “I still have to save up to buy a magic tool for my son.”
Jiang Ming smiled. He knew that Old Gu Zi would not buy the pills. He had only asked to confirm his guess.
Jiang Ming wanted to persuade Old Gu Zi to stop supporting his son. However, he swallowed his words. He had learned one thing from Feng He, and that was not to interfere with other people’s choices.
* * *
Back at the field, the spirit rice swayed in the wind, and the old man’s face seemed to have regained its ruddy color.
He gently pushed aside the rice grains, his movements gentle. Then, he pulled out a weed from the field and laughed. “I can’t let these things absorb all the rain you cast.”
Jiang Ming suddenly saw the rice field next to his. The rice had been ready to harvest for a long time. However, it had not been harvested.
"Where’s Old Li?”
Old Li was also a farmer in the small green peak. He had been farming all his life, hoping to save some spirit stones for his retirement.
"He died. A few days ago, he had a conflict with someone in the market, and at night, they used a fireball spell to burn him to the ground!” Old Gu Zi sighed and said, “The law enforcement team took a quick look and left. The Plant Hall still hasn’t sent a replacement.”
Jiang Ming was stunned, and the bad feeling in his heart grew stronger. Only someone powerful would be able to get away with such a crime.
However, the powerful cultivators who had lived in Xiaoqian Mountain for a long time would rarely come to kill weak mortals for trivial matters.
This seemed like the work of an outsider.
He suddenly realized that when he went to the market to sell medicinal pills over the past few days, he had seen more unfamiliar Qi Refinement Realm cultivators than usual.
"It seems like there’s a storm that I don’t know about in Xiaoqian Mountain.”
