Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

After another month of flying, Wang Qiye finally encountered a big city.

From a distance, the city looked like a huge fortress, standing on the earth. His figure looked a little tired, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes, and he finally stopped his hurried steps.

This big city is called Stone City. It borders Daosha Territory and belongs to Quan Ning Territory. The walls of Stone City are tall and thick, exuding an ancient and majestic atmosphere.

As soon as Wang Qiye entered the city, he headed straight for the five-story building that looked the most prosperous without hesitation. His steps were hurried, as if he had a clear goal in mind.

Without the "tail" following him, he suddenly felt that everything he did was much easier. The tracking and surveillance that had been following him like a shadow disappeared, making him feel more relaxed than ever before.

He looked up and saw that, by coincidence, this building was also called Xueyue Building. The familiar name gave him a strange feeling. It seemed that this might really be fate.

The four beautiful girls at the door circled around him twice, staring at the four knives and a spear behind him, looking confused and uncertain.

"Master Dao, what is your last name?"

Wang Qiye looked at their eyes and thought to himself that it was bad, it seemed that the news had already reached Quan Ningyu.

But he remained calm, his face as peaceful as water, and he said calmly: "I am Taoist Du Ya, I have traveled here to experience the bliss of the human world."

A beautiful woman came up to him, looked at the spear behind him, and asked hesitantly, "Master, do you use a knife or a gun?"

Wang Qiye felt that the spear he carried was a very wise move. He secretly decided to put all the long swords into the nourishing beads and replace them with spears.

"Of course I use a spear." He answered without hesitation and with a hint of determination.

Although the beautiful woman still had some doubts in her heart, all her doubts were instantly dispelled when she saw Wang Qiye take out 10 spirit stones.

"I think the world of cultivation is so big, the God of Plague should still be in the Daosha Realm, right?" She thought to herself, with a bright smile on her face and a gentle voice.

"Master Raven, please go to the fifth floor." She turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, leading Wang Qiye upstairs.

Wang Qiye, who had not tasted meat for four months and was suddenly pulled out of his peaceful life, felt the desire hidden in his heart surge up like a flood.

He didn't know how hungry he was. He seemed to be caught in a vortex of frenzy and ordered two top-notch items at once.

In that light gauze red tent, they sang songs while drinking wine every day. The mellow aroma of fine wine filled the air, Wang Qiye held the wine glass, his eyes blurred, and sang an unknown tune.

Between drunkenness and dreaming, time seems to stand still, and all worries and fatigue are left behind.

He laughed heartily and played and frolicked with the beauty beside him, whose gorgeous clothes gleamed seductively in the candlelight.

This lasted for five days. During these five days, he seemed to be in a dream world, forgetting all the troubles in the outside world.

The red candle swayed gently, illuminating his intoxicated face. His indulgent posture seemed to release all the long-held repression.

The injuries on his body had long been healed thanks to his superb medical skills. Now, with beauties on both sides, he is living a life like a god.

Skull Mountain.

The Huangya Mountain lineage.

The eldest disciple’s study.

The fourth disciple, Leng Changzhuo, rushed into the study room in a hurry, looking as anxious as if there was a wolf chasing him. He didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off his face. His clothes were a little messy, his hair was a little fluffy, and his breathing was rapid and heavy.

Lu Xuanjie's face was originally unhappy, but when he saw that it was his fourth junior brother, he smiled. "Why are you so panicked, Junior Brother Leng?"

"Big Brother, the thief has finally come down the mountain."

After Leng Changzhuo finished speaking, he grabbed the teapot on the desk and poured it directly into his mouth. The water flowed down the corners of his mouth and wet his front, but he was completely unaware.

The eldest disciple Lu Xuanjie's eyes lit up, and the light shone instantly. The only person who could make the fourth disciple like this was that person. "Wait a minute, are you saying that the black raven has gone down the mountain?"

"Well, the fortune teller has given the exact location." He quickly pulled up the map and pointed at Bijiang Ferry, where Wang Qiye had stayed four months ago.

Lu Xuanjie punched the desk, and the solid desk made a dull sound. He stared at that place with a ferocious look.

"I've finally got you. Go call the second, third, and fifth apprentice brothers over, and let's discuss this together."

The fourth disciple Leng Changzhuo looked at him calmly. "Big Brother, why do you want to contact them? Are they still thinking about that position?"

"It's easy to divine his past traces, but to divine his future traces, it will consume ten years of lifespan each time, and it's not even the exact place. Next we have to mobilize manpower to deploy several surrounding areas. Such a big move can't be hidden from the three of them, so we might as well let them participate together, so they can share some of our pressure." Lu Xuanjie's voice was steady and rational as he analyzed the current situation.

"But they won't tell us if they have found the target." Leng Changzhuo frowned, his worry evident in his expression.

"Of course I know this, but do they think that if they kill that villain, the master will really pass the position to them?" Lu Xuanjie curled his lips into a sneer, with a cunning look in his eyes.

"It turns out that the eldest senior brother already had a backup plan. Hehehe, I will go and invite them now." Leng Changzhuo suddenly realized, an excited smile appeared on his face, he turned around and left in a hurry, his footsteps gradually fading away in the corridor.

At this moment, Wang Qiye, who was inside the light red tent, was panting and sweating profusely. His chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was filled with deep satisfaction and exhaustion.

The crystal beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the soft quilt beneath him.

He was immersed in this brief joy, completely forgetting himself and not realizing that a conspiracy against him was being woven in full swing, like an invisible net, slowly enveloping him.

Soon, the five disciples of the Black Tooth Taoist from the Huangya Mountain lineage gathered together.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy and depressing, as if a dark cloud was hanging over everyone's heads.

The second disciple Xie Yishi sneered and said, "Congratulations, Senior Brother. That villain is finally willing to come down the mountain. This is a great opportunity for us."

The eldest disciple Lu Xuanjie also showed a fake smile and said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to be happy. The cultivation world is vast and it is not easy to find someone. We are from the same lineage, so we should work together to find and kill the villain as soon as possible, so as to relieve the worry in our hearts."

The third disciple, Dan Yangwan, giggled and twisted her waist, her eyes full of contempt and her words full of confidence.

"He is just a small third-level cultivator. Don't worry, Senior Brother. I will definitely be able to capture him easily."

"That's right, eldest brother, please arrange the task quickly." The fifth disciple Mo Tingming said anxiously, his face full of impatience, he wanted to rush out and find the thief immediately.

“Fifth Junior Brother, you have just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage. In my opinion, you should first stabilize your realm in Huangya Mountain for a year or two. Having this intention is enough.” The eldest disciple Lu Xuanjie said earnestly.

The fifth disciple, Mo Tingming, became anxious upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "How can you four share this great achievement but exclude me?"

So he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother. That thief is only a cultivator of the third realm. If I meet him, I will entangle him and report to you."

Seeing that he insisted again and again, the eldest disciple Lu Xuanjie stopped persuading him, spread out the map, pointed to Bijiang Ferry on the map, and spoke slowly.

"This is where the thief was predicted to appear. It is too far from Skull Mountain. If we set out now, it will take us a year and a half to arrive. By then, he will have already gone to other places."

Then, he pointed to the five regions near Daosha Region on the map and continued, "We each choose a region. One and a half years later, we rush to these five regions and search carefully for his traces. Once we have any news, we will inform everyone immediately and make sure to find him as soon as possible."

Everyone nodded, and then they all started to move. Their figures were like lightning, disappearing in an instant.

This time, everyone in Huangya Mountain acted as a group to find the thief as soon as possible.

The mountain wind howled, as if it was wailing for the impending life-and-death struggle.

It is nothing but a pipe dream to want to find someone in the vast world of cultivation relying on these five people alone.

However, at this moment, all five of them did their best to gather manpower on Skull Mountain.

The eldest disciple Lu Xuanjie and the second disciple Jie Yishi had the highest cultivation, both of them were at the Void Refining Stage, so they naturally recruited more people. With their own high cultivation and prestige, they attracted many cultivators to come and help.

Third Junior Sister Dan Yangwan and Fourth Disciple Leng Changzhuo were only at the Spiritualization Stage, but with their own connections and means, each of them recruited several Nascent Soul cultivators to help, and as for the Golden Core cultivators, there were even more of them.

The team they put together is quite large. Although not as big as the two senior brothers, it should not be underestimated.

The one with the lowest cultivation level is the fifth disciple, Mo Tingming.

Although he had the highest talent, and since the death of Fire Fist Hu Zonghai, Old Man Black Tooth seemed to favor him more, he was the last to join the sect.

The eldest and second brothers already possess the strength of the sixth realm, but he has only just entered the fourth realm.

However, he also recruited three Jindan cultivators with whom he had a good relationship, as well as a group of second-level cultivators, totaling more than a hundred people.

He was full of anticipation and prepared to show off in front of his master in the next action.

He knew that this was a rare opportunity, and if he succeeded, he might have the chance to sit in that coveted position.

Although these five people now have their own thoughts, they undoubtedly have the same goal, which is to completely wipe out the Black Raven before it grows up.

With flames of hatred and jealousy burning in their hearts, they vowed to completely eliminate this potential threat and never allow it to have the slightest chance to grow and develop.