Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Hu Qing stood at the entrance of the alley. The fluctuations of spiritual power in the alley were getting weaker and weaker. It seemed that the battle between Qin Mansion’s housekeeper and Xue Tu was about to end.

He set his eyes on Qin Fen's body and decided to collect some spoils first. Today's losses were indeed quite large.

It has been a long time since he was so servile. The last time was when he was drinking with foreign businessmen. Thinking of this, Hu Qing got angry and punched Qin Fen.

He quickly took off Qin Fen's Chao Wen Dao robe. Although it was stained with blood, the value of this robe was self-evident.

Hu Qing carefully folded up his robe, intending to wash it and wear it again after returning home.

Then, Hu Qing began to search Qin Fen's body, hoping to find some useful items.

He touched a bulge on Qin Fen's waist and lifted his clothes to reveal a small storage bag.

Since Qin Fen was dead, the spiritual imprint on the storage bag also disappeared. Hu Qing effortlessly probed his spiritual power into the storage bag.

The space in the storage bag was larger than he expected, 5 cubic meters, and it was filled with hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones, which was undoubtedly a huge fortune for Hu Qing.

In addition, there were several small bottles containing some pills. Hu Qing opened them and took a look, but found that he didn't recognize anything. His knowledge in this area was still too limited.

Hu Qing continued to search in the storage bag, and his hand touched some soft fabric.

He took out the cloths out of curiosity, only to find that they were some women's clothes and dozens of bellybands.

These discoveries made Hu Qing feel a chill. He quickly withdrew his mental power and felt that his mental power had become smelly.

Hu Qing engraved a spiritual imprint in Qin Fen's storage bag, and now it has become his.

He put Chao Wendao into the storage bag and threw away the pile of clothes after fleeing the scene. However, strangely, Hu Qing did not find any spiritual weapon in the storage bag.

Logically speaking, a child from a noble family like him should carry some weapons or spiritual tools to protect himself. However, Qin Fen in front of him didn't even have any of them. He was even poorer than himself.

Hu Qing suddenly discovered that the spiritual power fluctuations in the alley had disappeared. It seemed that the battle between Qin Mansion’s housekeeper and Xue Tu had ended, but no one knew who the winner was.

The strength of these two people is similar, and they probably won't be in very good condition after the fight. If I kill the last one at this time, I might be able to get some unexpected wealth.

In this chaotic night, every opportunity could be a turning point.

Hu Qing decided to go and check it out. He walked quietly into the alley. His heartbeat accelerated in his chest, but his steps were unusually steady.

As he got closer, he saw a bloody scene:

The head of the Qin Mansion's housekeeper had been separated from his body and rolled to the side, while Xue Tu was sitting on the housekeeper's body, seemingly meditating to recover. The blood around him was constantly flowing into Xue Tu's dantian.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Hu Qing felt that his sense of smell had failed. He checked Xue Tu's condition and found that he had a bloody hole on his shoulder and chest, and his left eye seemed to be injured as well. It seemed that he was seriously injured.

Hu Qing stepped on the sticky blood and walked towards Xue Tu step by step. He began to release his pressure.

Just as Hu Qing was about to approach, Xue Tu sensed Hu Qing's fighting spirit.

He interrupted his meditation and stood up suddenly, with the big knife in his hand flashing with cold light.

Xue Tu looked at Hu Qing with his only remaining right eye, sizing up the uninvited guest.

"Boy, who sent you here? Do you know how powerful your uncle Xue Tu's butcher knife is?" Xue Tu shouted.

Hu Qing did not answer and continued to approach Xue Tu.

Xue Tu looked at Hu Qing and found that he was just an ant in the Qi Gathering Stage, and a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes.

He did not take Hu Qing seriously. Even though he had just experienced a tough battle and was not in the best condition, it was still easy for him to deal with an ant in the Qi Gathering Stage.

Hu Qing felt Xue Tu's contempt, but he did not back down.

He knew the gap in strength between himself and Xue Tu, but at this moment, if he tried hard, the bicycle could be turned into a motorcycle.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, he cannot easily give up any opportunity.

The two men confronted each other in a narrow alley. Xue Tu clenched the big knife in his hand, ready to deal with Hu Qing's attack at any time.

"Take my move! Ni Tui!" Hu Qing shouted, deciding to strike first.

Xue Tu didn't expect that the ant in front of him would dare to take the initiative to attack. He clenched the big knife in his hand, looked at Hu Qing's thigh, and prepared to block the kick and then chop him to death immediately.

Hu Qing's legs were still standing in the same place. A cold light came and Xue Tu felt a sharp pain.

He looked to the left and found that his left arm had been cut off by a long sword, but the spiritual power controlling it was extremely weak. If it weren't for the high grade of the long sword, his bones would not have been broken.

Hu Qing was overjoyed to see that his move had a miraculous effect. He used his spiritual power to take back the "Niecei", held it in his hand, and looked at Xue Tu.

Xue Tu's situation was very tragic. He stared at Hu Qing with his only remaining right eye, his face full of anger and pain.

His left arm hung limply, the bones had been completely severed, leaving only some flesh and skin connected. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding ground red.

He took out a pill from his storage bag and swallowed it without hesitation.

The effect of the pill took effect quickly, and the blood in the wound on his left arm began to coagulate, stopping the bleeding.

Hu Qing felt a little distressed. This was his trophy. You could tell how precious it was just by looking at the effect. But this Xue Tu was so ignorant that he actually ate it directly.

Xue Tu gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pull his unusable left arm off his body.

The severe pain distorted his face, but he did not make any sound. He just threw the broken arm aside and held the big knife tightly in his hand.

Xue Tu's anger reached its peak at this moment, and he wished he could cut Hu Qing into pieces.

He roared angrily and swung his sword with all his strength towards Hu Qing.

Seeing this, Hu Qing quickly raised his long sword "Kan Tui" to resist.

The two weapons collided, making a deafening roar.

Hu Qing felt a huge force coming from the sword, making his ears buzz.

His knuckles cracked under the impact of this force, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

But Hu Qing did not retreat. He mobilized the spiritual power in his body and performed the "Shadow Sword Technique".

His figure became erratic in the sword light, like a ghost, making it difficult for Xue Tu to grasp it.

Although Xue Tu was angry, he was still experienced in combat. He waved his sword and tried to catch Hu Qing's trace.

However, Hu Qing's swordsmanship was too agile, and every flash of the sword left a deep blood mark on Xue Tu's body.

The battle intensified, and Hu Qing's sword shadow surrounded Xue Tu like a phantom, making him unable to defend himself.

Xue Tu's body was covered with bloodstains, and soon he turned into a bloody man. Every movement would affect the wounds, causing his combat effectiveness to gradually decline.