Stealing the Heavens.

Chapter 71 The Purple Qi of the East Sleeps
The physical bodies of the four demon cultivators were drawn here by their spirits, and only then did Feng Qingwu and the fifteen powerful figures realize it.

Two of them disappeared in the blink of an eye, while the remaining two struggled violently in terror, not daring to approach the two large snowflakes.

They were all puzzled, unable to detect any spirits within the large snowflakes, wondering what the two Star Refining Realm demon elders were afraid of.

Because Zi Dong was a bit far from the two Star Refining Realm demon elders, the purple mist could not quickly fuse their physical bodies with their spiritual bodies.

The purple aura from the east seemed quite annoyed, drawing out even more purple mist to bind their physical bodies and spirits.

No matter how much the two Star Refining Realm demon elders struggled, they could not resist the pull of the purple mist, and their physical bodies and spiritual bodies were about to merge.

With a "boom," the blizzard suddenly became even more violent, and hundreds of demon cultivators with wings on their backs rushed into the purple mist to rescue two demon elders at the Star Refining Realm.

Surprisingly, there were two demon elders at the Integration Realm who directly disrupted the purple mist, rapidly widening the distance between the physical bodies and spiritual bodies of the two Star Refining Realm elders.

"Roar!" Zi Dong heard a roar in his mind, and more purple mist surged out, the purple aura from the east was furious.

Four amethyst succubi appeared immediately in the purple mist, carrying musical instruments. Enchanting music began to play, and a dozen amethyst demon cultivators also came out to dance gracefully.

Before Zi Dong could even be surprised, the flying serpent demon cultivators were already as if they were drunk and could no longer control the blizzard.

The physical and spiritual bodies of the two Star Refining Realm demon elders quickly merged, and they were then swallowed by the two vortex black holes.

More vortexes immediately appeared in the surging purple mist, engulfing the flying serpent demon cultivators one by one, and then turning into black holes to devour them.

too crazy!

Although Feng Qingwu had witnessed the purple mist devouring the demon race before, she was just as shocked as the fifteen powerful figures at this moment.

Hundreds of flying serpent demon cultivators were devoured in the blink of an eye, and even the blizzard stopped.

[The auspicious purple energy from the east is about to fall into slumber. Each awakening will require 10,000 points of luck from each of the first to ninth grades.]

Zi Dong was completely dumbfounded, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood. The Purple Qi of the East had actually stopped working. Where was he going to get so much luck?!

He now needs the help of the auspicious purple aura from the east, and he doesn't know what dangers he might encounter along the way.

But no matter how much he shouted at the main vein, the purple aura from the east did not respond and truly fell into a deep sleep.

Ten thousand points of luck for each of the nine ranks?!
Looking at the Fortune Tree in his sea of ​​consciousness, Zi Dong thought he was already very wealthy. Compared to Donglai Ziqi's outrageous demands, he was a penniless pauper.

"Zi Dong, the blizzard has stopped, we should set off." Feng Qingwu and the fifteen powerful figures had already walked out of the cave, but seeing that Zi Dong had not yet come out, Feng Qingwu quickly called out.

We can only continue on our journey now, and hope that Donglai Ziqi will wake up soon.

Zi Dong sighed helplessly, walked out of the cave, and flew north with the others on their swords.

The purple mist within the dantian can still be used, while the dormant mist is within the main meridian, but the mist within the dantian cannot be attacked.

All ten elders of the Feng family knew that Zi Wu was Zi Dong's spiritual root of destiny, so none of them asked.

Although the five rogue cultivators did not know what the ferocious purple mist was, they had already guessed that it was the power of Zi Dong.

During the rest of the journey, everyone held Zi Dong in great awe, for he could even devour a demon elder at the Integration Realm, making him even more powerful than a Loose Immortal!
Elder Fengji became even more cautious, and although he was still leading people to remote areas, he tried his best to avoid entering mountains and forests.

Because the demon, monster, and witch races all like to gather in these places, even though Zi Dong can devour them, he should try to avoid them.

Their goal was Langya City; they couldn't afford to waste any more time or encounter any trouble.

Zi Dong was in a low mood the whole way. His biggest support was gone, and even if there was no danger, he couldn't be happy.

"Zi Dong, don't you need to rest more?" Feng Qingwu noticed Zi Dong's listless appearance and assumed he was exhausted. "No need, let's keep going." Zi Dong shook his head; he couldn't even muster the energy to cultivate.

"Uncle Ji said there's a small town ahead with no powerful forces, so we can stay there for the night."

Feng Qingwu must have discussed it with Elder Feng Ji. Zi Dong has devoured so many demon cultivators, he definitely needs to recover.

"I'm fine. If everyone needs it, you and Elder Fengji can decide," Zi Dong said nonchalantly.

"Do you need any pills?" Feng Qingwu asked with great concern, as Zi Dong had helped everyone avert a huge crisis.

"No need, I've already recovered." Zi Dong shook his head weakly; he needed luck right now.

Although the purple mist devoured hundreds of demon cultivators, helping him gain a lot of fortune, it was still far from enough to awaken the purple aura from the east.

The ten elders of the Feng family should have a lot of luck; I wonder if it's enough for him to awaken the Eastern Purple Qi.

Five rogue cultivators are out of the question; they're probably even poorer than him, otherwise Ai Shang wouldn't have been able to recruit them so easily.

Let's talk about it when a crisis comes. To save his life, the ten elders should be able to lend him money, or even give it to him.

Wenping City was about the same size as Luo'an Town. It belonged to the State of Wei and was established as a city because it was located on the border.

Elder Fengji first entered Wenping City to investigate. Since there was no war, the city was very peaceful.

The group dispersed into the city and checked into the largest inn chosen by Elder Fengji, preparing for a big meal and a hot bath.

Having endured wind and rain all the way, Feng Qingwu would have quit long ago if it weren't for her own family matters; at the very least, she would have taken the time to freshen up.

Zi Dong now feels like he has transformed from a cultivator into a mortal, so he feels a strong connection to the peaceful Wenping City.

After having a big meal with everyone, Zi Dong returned to his room, took a nice hot shower, and then fell into a deep sleep.

With fifteen powerful figures around, even if they encounter danger, he won't need to do anything else. He can just watch the show with Feng Qingwu.

There are hardly any cultivators in Wenping City. According to Elder Fengji's investigation, the city lord is only at the Innate Realm.

Because Wenping City is located in a basin, the climate is very mild, and even in the dead of winter, it feels like springtime inside the city.

Zi Dong slept very comfortably, dreaming that he had returned to his home on Earth and was enjoying himself to the fullest during the winter vacation.

"Zi Dong, Zi Dong!" The urgent shouts made Zi Dong reluctantly open his eyes, and he was immediately pulled up by Feng Qingwu.

"What's wrong?" Zi Dong wanted to continue dreaming. He was about to go home, and his mother had prepared a sumptuous dinner for him.

"Wenping City is surrounded by cultivators from the demon, monster, and witch races. We need to find a way to break out!"

Feng Qingwu's face was very serious, as if she had encountered a large army of cultivators from the demon, monster, and witch races.

"How many people?!" Zi Dong suddenly snapped out of his daze. They had been very discreet in their movements, so how could they have been surrounded?

“There are over a thousand people!” Feng Qingwu said as she pulled Zi Dong outside, and Zi Dong quickly extended his divine sense.

Good heavens, the city walls of Wenping City, which are less than five meters high, are full of cultivators from the demon, monster, and witch races. The witch race's Gu worms have even flown into the city.

The ten elders of the Feng family had already secured the inn, while the five rogue cultivators waited outside Zi Dong's room.

"How do we break out?" Zi Dong was pulled outside by Feng Qingwu, and amidst the expectations of the five rogue cultivators, he asked a question that disappointed them.

(End of this chapter)