Chapter 75: Reencountering Wan Xiuying

Chu Jianqiu had trained enough at this point and did not wish to continue纠缠 with him. He unleashed the seventh palm of the Seven Surging Waves Palm, striking down with a terrifying palm force that surged out like a raging tide. With one strike, he directly flattened the blood-robed martial artist into a puddle of flesh.

Seeing this situation, Chu Jianqiu was also taken aback, not expecting that his current use of the Seven Surging Waves Palm would have such immense power.

Although Chu Jianqiu could previously use the seventh palm of the Seven Surging Waves Palm, it was quite strenuous. One strike would consume at least one-fifth of his internal true qi, and he could not fully unleash the true power of the Seven Surging Waves Palm.

Now, after advancing to the third level of the True Qi Realm, he could truly unleash the power of this lower-grade mystic martial technique. Although he still could not unleash its full power, he could at least unleash about seventy to eighty percent of it.

Moreover, with the thickness of his current internal true qi, he could continuously unleash the seventh palm of the Seven Surging Waves Palm at least twenty times without exhausting his true qi, unlike before when he could only strike a few times before his true qi was depleted.

Chu Jianqiu glanced at the gradually fading blood-colored palm shadow in his palm. The power of the Blood Shadow Palm was considerable. If it were a regular eighth-level True Qi Realm martial artist, they would likely die from a single strike.

In addition to its formidable attack power, the Blood Shadow Palm also contained terrifying blood poison. However, these blood poisons were useless against Chu Jianqiu's Chaotic Supreme Bloodline. Coupled with his Supreme Martial Body, the damage from this palm was negligible.

After killing the two blood-robed martial artists, Chu Jianqiu took out a token. Instantly, a thread of blood mist rose from the corpses of the two blood-robed martial artists, forming a blood line that merged into the token. The token then displayed the number and strength of the blood-robed martial artists killed, as well as the corresponding contribution points.

This token was a magical treasure specifically refined by the Mystic Sword Sect for the first bounty mission. It could accurately record the number and strength of the Blood Fiend Sect disciples killed by Mystic Sword Sect disciples, thereby encouraging their enthusiasm for the mission.

At this moment, the token displayed two lines:

Number of Blood Fiend Sect disciples killed: One sixth-level True Qi Realm, one seventh-level True Qi Realm

Contribution points: 900

Before entering, Chu Jianqiu had learned that the contribution points for killing a Blood Fiend Sect disciple varied based on their realm:

Fifth-level True Qi Realm: 150 points; Sixth-level True Qi Realm: 300 points; Seventh-level True Qi Realm: 600 points;

Eighth-level True Qi Realm: 1200 points; Ninth-level True Qi Realm: 2400 points.

For every pound of Blood Fiend Mystic Devil Liquid seized from a Blood Fiend Sect disciple, 1000 contribution points were awarded.

After killing the two blood-robed martial artists, Chu Jianqiu continued walking towards the Mystic Dragon Mountain.

Half a day later, Chu Jianqiu unexpectedly encountered Wan Xiuying. With Wan Xiuying were three women and five men, a total of nine people.

Among the three women, one was a ninth-level True Qi Realm woman, who was very elegant and beautiful. The other two women were eighth-level and seventh-level True Qi Realm cultivators, respectively.

Among the five men, one was a ninth-level True Qi Realm, two were eighth-level, and two were seventh-level.

Among these nine people, Wan Xiuying was the weakest, only at the sixth level of the True Qi Realm.

Seeing Chu Jianqiu, Wan Xiuying was overjoyed and greeted him. Chu Jianqiu nodded at Wan Xiuying in response.

The other eight people frowned when they saw Chu Jianqiu, showing a look of disdain.

"This third-level True Qi Realm waste actually dares to come in. He doesn't even know his own weight and dares to come in to die. What a presumptuous fool," a young man holding a folding fan said, looking at Chu Jianqiu with disdain and ridicule.

Wan Xiuying's face changed when she heard this. She opened her mouth to say something but was stopped by Chu Jianqiu's gaze.

Chu Jianqiu glanced at the young man holding the folding fan and smiled slightly. "Fool, who are you calling a fool?"

The young man holding the folding fan was full of disdain and mocked, "I'm calling you a fool. What, not convinced?"

Chu Jianqiu smiled faintly. "Oh, so you're calling me a fool. I'm very convinced. Since you still have some self-awareness and know you're a fool, I won't bother with you!"

Hearing Chu Jianqiu's words, the few women found it amusing and couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.

The young man holding the folding fan's face instantly turned dark. This waste actually dared to trap him into inadvertently insulting himself.

He had finally managed to travel with the woman he admired, and now being insulted by Chu Jianqiu, he lost all his face.

"You're asking for death!" The young man holding the folding fan's face turned cold, and his eyes flashed with killing intent.

The elegant woman frowned when she saw this.

"Enough, don't make a fuss. We have important matters to attend to!" A cold-faced young man waved his hand. He was the strongest among them and clearly the leader of the group. He did not want his subordinates to act too rashly and lose face in front of the elegant woman.

Hearing this, the young man holding the folding fan dared not be too bold but his eyes remained cold. He glared at Chu Jianqiu fiercely. "Kid, we'll see."

Chu Jianqiu glanced at him indifferently, too lazy to deal with this mad dog. If this mad dog really dared to harm him, he would ensure that the mad dog lost all his teeth and learned a lesson he would never forget.

Wan Xiuying looked at the young man holding the folding fan. This guy should be grateful that he didn't act. Otherwise, he would definitely regret his actions today.

Putting aside Chu Jianqiu's status as a direct disciple, just his combat strength alone would ensure that he would win if they really fought. Wan Xiuying believed that Chu Jianqiu would ultimately win.

Although the young man holding the folding fan was an eighth-level True Qi Realm cultivator, Chu Jianqiu could kill a half-step Transformation Realm great demon at the first level of the True Qi Realm. Although the great demon's strength was greatly diminished, it still retained the strength of a seventh-level True Qi Realm. With his current third-level True Qi Realm strength and his unpredictable skills, the young man holding the folding fan would not fare well.

"Junior Brother Chu, what are your plans? If you don't have any, why don't you join us? It would be good to have some support," Wan Xiuying invited.

Chu Jianqiu was about to refuse. He was not familiar with these people, and their interests did not align. If he traveled with them, he would only make himself uncomfortable. Moreover, his goal was to go to Mystic Dragon Mountain to pick the Tianji Mystic Dragon Grass, which he could not reveal.

However, before Chu Jianqiu could speak, the young man holding the folding fan's mocking voice sounded.

"A waste like this also has the qualifications to travel with us? It would only tarnish our reputation!"