Alien Science Cultivation

A moment later, Zhang Qiang was brought to Chen Ying's cave. The cave wasn't large, but Chen Ying had decorated it to be incredibly cozy. It had a bed, a table, even quilts, and a dressing table—it was completely the layout of an ordinary person's life!

"Don't look... recover quickly... Wu Yong is in the late stage of God King... he will definitely find this place." Chen Ying looked at Zhang Qiang's confused face and urged anxiously.

"Oh... okay..." Zhang Qiang replied nonchalantly. He was truly astonished by the decoration of Chen Ying's cave, as if he had returned to Earth. With a flick of his consciousness, Zhang Qiang appeared before Chen Ying in his youthful form, his aura returning to its previous state.

Then, a series of sounds of air piercing through the air were heard, rapidly approaching Shadow Peak. Just as Zhang Qiang was about to release his spiritual sense to investigate, Chen Ying suddenly extinguished the lights in the cave. Then, Zhang Qiang felt a pair of delicate hands embrace him, and he was pushed down onto the bed. Chen Ying's body pressed tightly against him, and waves of delicate fragrance filled his nose, making Zhang Qiang's heart ripple.

Chen Ying's coy whisper reached his ears: "Sleep..." These two words completely immersed Zhang Qiang in this gentle land, unable to extricate himself. Feeling Chen Ying's soft body close to his own, Zhang Qiang's whole body seemed to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhang Qiang originally thought Chen Ying was doing this to avoid the Qingshan Sect's search, and Chen Ying certainly thought so. She felt that even if the Qingshan Sect Master's spiritual sense saw them hugging like this, he would shy away. However, perhaps it was drunken promiscuity, or perhaps it was lingering love, but once the two bodies embraced tightly, everything was out of their control.

Feeling Chen Ying's body slowly moving upwards on his chest, Zhang Qiang's breathing quickened as he heard a burst of rapid breathing approaching. Until their noses touched... everything just happened naturally!

At that moment, several figures appeared in mid-air beside the bonfire, looking at the scene in disbelief. Among them was a man who looked similar to Wu Yong, who also appeared nearby.

"Master... I didn't expect that this matter would alarm you to come here in person..." A middle-aged man dressed in fiery red said softly to the man in white beside him, his tone full of respect.

"Hmm... This person's ability to fuse sadness and joy into the power of yin and yang is quite strange... But I'm still a step too late and don't have the chance to meet him..." The middle-aged man in white had a look of regret on his face, but he unwillingly released his powerful spiritual sense, hoping that the cultivator had not gone far. After a moment, the middle-aged man in white smiled and shook his head slightly, his face full of regret... In his opinion, if someone with such a method wanted to avoid seeing him, it would be basically impossible to meet him. The middle-aged man in white sighed and flew away... But before leaving, he glanced in the direction of Chen Ying's cave, and couldn't help but feel surprised. He always felt that there seemed to be something there that could avoid his spiritual sense. "I guess it's a senior who is above the level of Quasi-Saint..." The middle-aged man in white then muttered and disappeared into the night.

The middle-aged man in fiery red garb looked in the direction the sect leader had departed, bowed respectfully, and then, with an eager expression, gazed at the many motionless cultivators, his face beaming. "Haha... I have seventeen from Fiery Peak. While not as many as Shadow Peak, I'm content. Opportunities like this are rare, and Fiery Peak will surely achieve even greater success in this competition..." Fiery Peak was the closest to Shadow Peak, and the bonfire faced it directly. When Zhang Qiang's singing began, besides the disciples of Shadow Peak, the cultivators of Fiery Peak were naturally the first to hear it. While the sect had a rule prohibiting unprovoked flight between peaks, that was only true without a valid reason. He now regretted not realizing it so late; otherwise, he would have driven the entire Fiery Peak towards him without hesitation.

"Haha... contentment is the key to happiness. I'll stay here and watch over you guys..." the middle-aged man in fiery red muttered to himself, preparing to sit cross-legged under the black sky. Just then, a gentle breeze blew, brightening his eyes. He sniffed the air a few times, "What a nice smell... even the aroma of wine..." Then, squinting his eyes, he looked around, "Haha... so here it is..."

Then, the fiery figure flashed and arrived in front of a bonfire. But just as he stood firm, a familiar voice rang out softly: "Old Yao..." When he reacted, he couldn't help but murmur in confusion: "Old Li...?"

"Haha...it's me. We'll each have half of the roast chicken and liquor." Old Li responded softly.

“Why…? I discovered it first, so naturally it’s all mine…” Old Yao glanced at the figure hiding in the bushes and said. Although he was burning with anger, he didn’t dare to raise his voice at all at this moment.

"What do you mean you saw...? I was here a long time ago, but I didn't dare to show up rashly for fear of disturbing that senior. So, like you, I didn't even dare to release my spiritual sense..." Old Li said, his voice rising uncontrollably as if due to anger.

Old Yao walked towards Old Li with a worried look on his face, silencing him as he walked, and with a submissive look on his face, he expressed his magnanimity. "Shhh... OK... OK... Half and half each, half and half each... I, Old Yao, have always been generous..."

"Hmph... generous... ? I am blessed by these 17 disciples of Liehuo Peak..." Old Li said, pointing behind him and looking at Old Yao in front of him with contempt. He also snatched the wine jar from Old Yao's hand and took a big gulp for himself without caring whether it was dirty or not.

"Good wine... really strong wine..." Old Li said, as if he still wanted to enjoy more. He raised the jar and drank three big mouthfuls. Old Yao looked distressed and said, "Brother... can you save some for me... I haven't had a single sip yet..."

"I feel so sorry... there... yes... right there, that girl and that boy still have two jars in their hands, go and get them..." Old Li said while pointing at Wang Yan and Wang Wei who were motionless.

Old Yao looked in the direction of Old Li's finger and indeed saw two identical wine jars. He couldn't help but show ecstasy on his face. When he was about to walk over and take them, he accidentally glanced at Old Li's sinister expression and his body froze involuntarily.

"You...you...are so vicious...I was going to get their wine jars and accidentally woke them up. Now the old monster is back and wants to fight me to the death...Who can stand the old monster's insidiousness...I treated you as a friend, but you actually tried to murder me like this...Humph...I want to break up with you...I want to break up with you..." Old Yao couldn't suppress his anger at this moment, and sent a message to Old Li angrily.

After hearing Lao Yao's voice transmission, Lao Li became nervous this time, "I say, you want to die... ? The energy fluctuations of your voice transmission will also alert them. If they are really woken up, not to mention the old monster, the sect leader will kill you and me personally... Get away quickly..." After Lao Li finished speaking, he took away the roasted chicken on the campfire. When Lao Yao reacted, Lao Li had disappeared without a trace, leaving Lao Yao standing there in a daze.

"Ah... I'll stuff you to death, you old fool..." Old Yao cursed helplessly, then sat down by the fire, looking like he had lost all hope in life...