Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1371

Chapter 1371: Chapter 709: Long Time No See (Part 2)

The knife-scarred face flashed a glint of light in his eyes.

"Mr. Shen has a grudge against Situ Qingfeng?"

"Not really."

Shen Qingyun shook his fan, his tone relaxed.

"I am merely fulfilling a task for someone. The Lu Family has offered an astronomical reward of one million High-grade Spirit Stones to kill him."

One million High-grade Spirit Stones! The figure made everyone present momentarily breathless. You should know that an ordinary Martial Artist might not accumulate ten thousand High-grade Spirit Stones in a lifetime.

"Mr. Shen."

A daring Martial Artist in the crowd couldn’t help but ask.

"But Situ Qingfeng is said to be at the Peak of the Earth Martial Realm, and he has the Heavenly Demon Spirit Body enhancement; are you confident?"

Shen Qingyun’s eyes carried an icy coldness.

"In a one-on-one fight, it might be difficult to determine a winner, but who says I have to fight one-on-one?"

He glanced meaningfully at the knife-scarred face.

"Gentlemen of the Great Wilderness Alliance, are you interested in collaborating? The Spirit Stones can be split equally."

Knife-scarred face pondered for a moment, then suddenly cracked a smile, making the scar look even more ferocious.

"Interesting. But Mr. Shen, the opportunities in the Secret Realm..."

"Each according to their abilities."

Shen Qingyun said cheerfully.

"I’m only interested in Situ Qingfeng’s life."

Just as the two reached an agreement, Shen Qingyun inadvertently glanced at the distant mountain forest, thinking to himself.

"If nothing goes wrong, my sister... should be here as well?"

Shen Qingyun tapped his fingertips lightly on the Bai Yu railing, with a faint, enigmatic smile at the corner of his mouth.

The Holy Academy sent him to Great Wilderness City three days ago, and the hustle and bustle of this mundane city intrigued him.

In the distance, the crowd was bustling, and the cries of vendors rose and fell, compared to the dead silence of the Holy Academy’s training grounds, greatly adding liveliness.

"Senior Brother Shen, Lu Family sent someone to ask again..."

A blue-clothed disciple reported softly behind him.

"What’s the rush."

Shen Qingyun did not turn his head, his gaze wandering among the crowd.

"If the Heavenly Demon Spirit Body is truly here, it cannot escape."

He suddenly squinted. In the northwest corner of the crowd, a middle-aged man in a gray robe was quietly retreating, his steps seeming casual, but within three steps, he melted into the shadows.

Shen Qingyun’s fingertips paused slightly as the fragment of the "Heaven-Peeping Mirror" in his Sea of Consciousness lightly trembled.

"Interesting."

He smiled silently.

Situ Qingfeng leaned against the cold stone wall, palms sweating profusely.

He had clearly sensed a sharp Divine Sense sweeping past earlier; had he not promptly activated the "Thousand Faces Illusion Technique," he would likely have been locked onto.

The Heavenly Demon Spirit Body bloodline within him was faintly boiling, coursing beneath his skin with light blue patterns.

"The Lu Family actually managed to enlist someone from the Holy Academy..."

Situ Qingfeng’s brow furrowed tightly, his knuckles clenching white. Three days ago, he risked infiltrating Great Wilderness City to investigate Gu Sheng’s whereabouts, but unexpectedly discovered the city’s undercurrents. Thinking of that young man who managed to counterattack Lu Xuanyuan despite being in dire straits, his chest tightened.

"If I had forcibly taken him away that day..."

Situ Qingfeng shook his head; this was not the time for regrets.

His fingertips formed a seal, and water-like ripples spread around him. In an instant, he transformed into a hunchbacked old woman, trembling as she mixed into the market.

Shen Qingyun suddenly turned, his black robe billowing as he leaped onto a rooftop.

He closed his eyes to concentrate, and the fragment in his Sea of Consciousness blossomed brightly—an extremely faint trace of Demon Spirit aura drifted from the southeast corner of the market, like smoke and mist, vanishing in an instant.

"A ruse to lure the tiger away from the mountain?"

Shen Qingyun sneered softly, his figure ghostly as he darted in the opposite direction.

A completely pitch-black short sword slipped from his sleeve, its blade entwined with strands of blood-red lightning.

Too bad... I love hunting clever prey the most."

Situ Qingfeng’s heart suddenly skipped.

The aura he deliberately leaked was meant to divert pursuers, yet an inexplicable chill of being watched by a venomous snake crawled up his spine.

Keeping a composed demeanor, he turned into a dark alley, three ancient bronze coins slid from his sleeve as he was about to divine fortunes, suddenly froze.

At the end of the alley, a black-robed youth leaned against the wall, casually tapping his palm with a black sword.

"The Heavenly Demon Spirit Body is indeed extraordinary."

Shen Qingyun smiled warmly, like jade.

"To have hidden from my Heaven-Peeping Mirror so long, Situ, you certainly deserve the Lu Family’s ten-million reward."

Situ Qingfeng’s pupils shrank abruptly.

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