Chapter 197 Great Achievement

Ma Cheng fell into deep thought after listening to Wu Qian's words.

Song Yechen has treated him well over the years, but it is also because he needs to deal with the people of the aristocratic family.

Once the people of the aristocratic family are gone, what should he do?

Wu Qian didn't say one thing, but Ma Cheng knew it well.

That is, he himself is not clean, and his corruption is no less than that of the aristocratic family.

In the past, Song Yechen might turn a blind eye, but once he is useless, he may really use himself as a scapegoat.

"It seems that you also think what I said makes sense."

Wu Qian saw that Ma Cheng didn't speak, so he knew that what he said worked.

Shen Sanxiu's evaluation of Ma Cheng is very pertinent. This person has good abilities, but he is narrow-minded and selfish.

To put it simply, he is an ungrateful person who can't be fed.

"What do you want me to do?"

Ma Cheng's eyes flickered.

"No hurry. We will notify you after we have planned it."

Wu Qian smiled knowingly.

As he said that, he took out a contract.

"I heard that you've recently taken a fancy to a courtesan in Miaoyu Tower."

"This is her indenture contract. She'll be yours from now on."

"Cooperate with us and you'll have whatever you want."

After putting the contract down, Wu Qian got up and left.

Ma Cheng looked at the contract, hesitated for a moment, and put it away.

More than a month passed.

During this time, Qin Yang stayed in the martial arts training room and didn't go out.

All the 500 source powers obtained from the ruined ancient city were exchanged for pills.

After completing the Dragon Elephant Fist, Qin Yang's focus of practice shifted to the evil dragon swallowing knife.

Of course, the Beiming Black Water Scripture couldn't be left behind either.

Host: Qin Yang

Northern Black Water True Skill: Seventh level (1621/2000)

Yin Yang Life and Death Talisman Sutra: Fiveth level (Yin Talisman: 560/750 Yang Talisman: 530/750)

Dragon Elephant Fist: Perfect (Unparalleled in Strength)

Evil Flood Swallowing Blade: Minor Success (1775/1800)

Turtle Snake Art: Perfect (Extreme Cold)

"Only 25 experience points are needed to achieve a breakthrough."

In the martial arts training room, Qin Yang held the Hanyuan Blade, looked at the attribute panel, and muttered to himself.

He exuded a blue aura, causing the room temperature to drop madly.

The next moment.

He swung the Hanyuan Blade in the martial arts training room.

The whole person seemed to have turned into a cold pond dragon.

Sometimes he stretched out his claws to hunt, sometimes he opened his bloody mouth to bite, and sometimes he rolled his body.

The viciousness of the evil dragon swallowing the evil knife was fully displayed by him.

Over and over again.

As the blade trembled, the sound of a dragon roaring could be heard faintly.

Suddenly at a certain moment.

Roar! !

A loud and fierce dragon roar suddenly sounded in the martial arts training room.

This sound had a terrifying penetrating power and was heard from a long distance.

The warriors in the martial arts training room were all shocked by the dragon roar.

A warrior who was practicing internal skills suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"This dragon roar. So scary."

His internal energy was interrupted by the dragon roar, causing the blood to surge and the meridians to be damaged.

"Who made this dragon roar?"

"Is it a kind of sonic martial arts?"

"But it sounds like a knife roar to me."

Many warriors walked out of the training room, trying to find the source of the dragon roar.

But there was no more dragon roar after that, so everyone had to disperse.

Huh~~~

Qin Yang felt that his arms, especially his palms, were undergoing strange transformations.

His five fingers became slender, and his finger bones became more vigorous and powerful.

When Qin Yang raised his right hand, he found that his palm was vaguely similar to a dragon claw.

He opened the panel again and saw that the Evil Dragon Devouring Blade had entered the realm of great perfection.

A large amount of swordsmanship insights poured into his mind.

His originally deep eyes gradually became fierce, with a faint blue light.

The swordsmanship of the Evil Dragon Devouring Blade has an impact on one's own mind.

But these effects are too weak compared to the Beiming Black Water Sutra.

With Qin Yang's current spiritual cultivation, it is easy to adapt.

It was he who controlled the evil intention, not the evil emotion that controlled him.

This is crucial.

After two or three breaths, Qin Yang's eyes returned to the deep and indifferent look before.

"I don't know if Zhao Xinmo has gained anything from the retreat for so long."

After practicing the Evil Dragon Devouring Blade to perfection, Qin Yang planned to go out for a walk.

He left the martial arts training room and headed towards the Xuanling Department.

"Buy big or small?!"

"Buy it and leave it!"

As soon as Qin Yang entered the Xuanling Department, he heard a shout from the distant hall.

"I heard before that Xuan Qian, the head of the Xuanling Department, was addicted to gambling. It seems that he is not lying."

Qin Yang shook his head helplessly.

The personalities of these spiritual masters are really weirder than each other.

So far, he has come into contact with two who are more like normal people.

One is Zhao Xinmo and the other is Liu Yun.

"I hope Xiaohuan will not become weird in the future."

Qin Yang muttered.

Since he came to Yongning Xuntian Division, he has exchanged fewer letters with Xiaohuan.

The main reason is that the journey is too long, it takes too long for a letter to be delivered, and there may be various accidents on the way.

Qin Yang walked around the Xuanling Hall, and all kinds of strange buildings appeared in front of him.

His eyes quickly locked on a courtyard that looked ordinary.

Dongdongdong~~

Qin Yang knocked on the door gently.

Creaky.

After a while, Zhao Xinmo, who looked vain and had dark circles in his eyes, opened the door.

"You came."

When Zhao Xinmo saw Qin Yang, he called out weakly.

"How did you get into this situation?"

Qin Yang felt that Zhao Xinmo was going to die suddenly at any time.

“I’ve been studying the books I brought back these days.”

"Day and night."

Zhao Xinmo took Qin Yang into the courtyard.

"You haven't studied those few books thoroughly after reading them for so long?"

Qin Yang said strangely.

Zhao Xinmo is a spiritual cultivator, and his memory and understanding are much stronger than ordinary people.

Those books can probably be studied thoroughly in a few days.

"You make it so easy."

"It seems like there are only a few books, but I have to go through a lot of information to verify it, and then make conjectures and conclusions."

"You want to give it a try?"

Zhao Xinmo said angrily.

He took Qin Yang to his study.

The study room was filled with mountains of books, which made Qin Yang a little frightened.

"Did you bring all the books from Wanshu Pavilion here?"

Qin Yang said in surprise.

"Almost, otherwise you think it's that simple."

Zhao Xinmo rolled his eyes.

"So what's the gain now?"

Qin Yang asked curiously.

"There is some research on ghost species."

"Back then, the senior was alone in the Taoist temple and had been studying the origin of the ghost species."

"Those books were all his painstaking works. He did not destroy them. I hope they can bring some help to future generations."

Zhao Xinmo said in a deep voice.

Qin Yang thought of the lonely corpse in the Taoist temple, and his respect grew even more.

Zhao Xinmo picked up the books on the ground at will, quickly cleared an open space, and then moved in two small benches.

The two of them sat directly on the small bench.

"After studying those books, I felt a sense of despair."

"Perhaps that senior Taoist leader was more desperate than us."

Zhao Xinmo said suddenly. (End of chapter)