I Have A Qi Fortune Altar.
Chapter 609: 418 Opportunity, Yin Yang Qi!_2

Chapter 609: Chapter 418 Opportunity, Yin Yang Qi!_2

“Impossible, you’re lying to us!”

Some covered their heads with their hands, some rebuked loudly, and some still looked at Chen Yuan with hatred, wanting to make a move against him.

“Brilliant, brilliant.”

Chen Yuan chuckled lightly and said to Zhao Deren:

“Such deep brotherly love, not bad. Unfortunately, I have little interest in seeing more. Kill them.”

Zhao Deren looked up at Chen Yuan and quickly said:

“Then… can your Excellency spare my life?”

“Of course…”

Chen Yuan smiled.

Hearing this, Zhao Deren was overjoyed and exclaimed loudly:

“Thank you, your Excellency, for your mercy!”

After that, he leaped up from the ground, and with a single beckoning of his hand, the long sword that had fallen to the ground was instantly sucked into his grasp. Pointing the sword at his former fellow disciples, he said softly:

“Your Excellency’s cultivation is peerless. You can seek revenge in your next life.”

“Kill this disloyal and unfilial scoundrel.”

Someone hissed lowly and thrust a sword at Zhao Deren, but it was a pity their cultivation was too weak. The Sword Qi they released was easily destroyed by Zhao Deren, and then streams of Sword Qi instantly enveloped the ruined temple.

In a brief moment, the only ones standing in the ruined temple, besides Zhao Deren, were Chen Yuan. All those remnants of Qingyun lay on the ground.

Including the two fellow disciples who had previously submitted to him.

They wanted to please Zhao Deren to gain more resources, but under the deep hatred of blood feud, they would never surrender. Even in death, they would have the face to meet their Sect and ancestors in the afterlife.

On the ground, dark red blood pooled into puddles, and the thick scent of blood began to spread, soon permeating the entire ruined temple.

Zhao Deren looked down at a fellow disciple who had once admired him greatly and whispered:

“Don’t blame me, I just wanted to survive.”

The man on the ground spat out blood, but his eyes were filled with mockery, a silent contempt, which Zhao Deren didn’t care for and gave him a glance.

Then, a stream of Sword Qi decapitated him.

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Zhao Deren turned around, a smile squeezing its way onto his face:

“Your Excellency, those damn remnants of Qingyun are all dead.”

“Good, now you can tell me Xiao Qingmu’s whereabouts.” Chen Yuan complimented him.

“Will you truly spare my life?”

Zhao Deren couldn’t help but ask.

“Chen always keeps his word.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Your Excellency’s reputation for keeping promises is well-known throughout the world. I certainly believe it. Just now I was merely…” Zhao Deren’s face was full of smiles.

“Speak.”

Chen Yuan interrupted Zhao Deren’s forthcoming flattery mercilessly.

Pursing his lips, Zhao Deren spoke in a low voice, with a shifty gaze:

“Xiao Qingmu, that wretched woman, went to the Capital. She said…”

Zhao Deren recounted every word Xiao Qingmu had said before to Chen Yuan without omission, making Chen Yuan frown, thinking that this woman indeed had some cleverness.

She had already sensed that someone had discovered their tracks, using these people as targets, just to cover her departure from this place.

The Capital!

Chen Yuan’s gaze narrowed slightly, and he took a deep breath.

A deep murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

This woman must die!

Lifting his head, Chen Yuan gazed at Zhao Deren and said flatly:

“Is there anything else you’ve omitted?”

“No… nothing else.”

Feeling the stare from Chen Yuan’s eyes, Zhao Deren shuddered inside, sensing an ominous feeling. At this moment, he dared not lie any further.

Because he knew that his answer was sure to dissatisfy Chen Yuan.

But…

He really didn’t know Xiao Qingmu’s exact whereabouts; she was always ambiguous, claiming she was seeking a benefactor. But no matter how Zhao Deren had tried to probe indirectly, Xiao Qingmu never revealed who it was.

As for deceiving Chen Yuan, he had entertained the thought, but after weighing it up, he decided to be honest. What if Chen Yuan decided to take him along to locate Xiao Qingmu,

wouldn’t he end up dying miserably?

Chen Yuan nodded, and the next moment, a terrifying aura immediately enveloped Zhao Deren, making him stiffen up just as he thought of moving.

A hand directly grasped his throat, holding it tightly and leaving him gasping for air.

Zhao Deren felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, with a look of terror on his face, he pleaded:

“Chen… Your Excellency… you said… you’d spare… my life.”

“What I have promised, what has it got to do with me, Chen Yuan?” Chen Yuan looked at him expressionlessly, and continued:

“If you have grievances, seek Xiao Yusheng in the afterlife. Don’t worry, it won’t be long before Xiao Qingmu comes back for you.”

“Crack.”

With a soft sound, the life force in Zhao Deren’s body began to fade, his bright eyes gradually losing their luster, his head lolling without support, drooping slightly.

But there was still a trace of unwillingness on his face.

From the moment he carried the Qi Fortune, his death was already a certainty, with no exceptions.

In Chen Yuan’s eyes, a green light flickered, and a green radiance, like a meandering dragon, slowly emerged from Zhao Deren’s body and quickly surged into Chen Yuan’s mind.

Within his consciousness, the Qi Fortune Altar slowly turned, and a new direction emerged in his mind.

“On the thirty-first of October, the market opens, a wind comes to Changshan’s northern city. A beggar in tattered clothes appears noble, a strand of Yin Yang Qi concealed in his pendant!”

Opening his eyes, Chen Yuan nodded slightly.

Fortunately, this opportunity was not far away, in Changshan Prefecture City. He just needed to wait until tomorrow. Coincidentally, he had arrived just in time – tomorrow would be the thirty-first of October.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. What if he had decided to kill Zhao Deren tomorrow or the day after, would the guidance of this opportunity change?