Mysterious mirror hanging high

Perhaps Song Qingya was too excited, and a powerful pressure of foundation-building mixed with the sword intent of a sword cultivator leaked out from his body, frightening the stall owner monk in the Qi training stage so much that his face turned pale and he sat down on the ground.

"I'm sorry, little master, I scared you."

Song Qingya's expression turned calm, and he threw another ten shell coins onto the stall as a "soothing fee", and then left.

"Qingya?"

Jing Yu followed, confused and wondering, "What's going on?"

"It's okay, I'm just speaking my mind." Song Qingya smiled, and suddenly his expression changed. He suddenly took out the stone sword tied to his back and stabbed it towards the void.

Ding--

A palm-sized silver beetle emerged from its hiding state and was cut out by Song Qingya's sword, but it was not damaged at all, except for an inconspicuous groove on its silver shell.

"Tsk, the sword cultivator's spiritual perception is indeed sharp. Song Qingya, I haven't seen you for thirty years, and you have improved a lot."

The silver beetle flapped its wings and soon flew back into the sleeve of a bearded male monk's robe.

The male cultivator stared at Song Qingya with a bad look on his face. Behind him were four foundation-building cultivators, all wearing beetle-shaped masks. They also locked onto Song Qingya's aura and half-surrounded him in place.

"I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be you, you stinkbug."

Song Qingya sneered, his sword intent ready to strike. "The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is perched on a fairy mountain not far away, and you dare to attack it casually? Wang Xieqing, have you lost your mind playing with insects?"

Song Qingya revealed the identity of the male cultivator in one sentence, and Jing Yu suddenly realized that this person was Wang Xieqing, the golden elixir seed of the Wang family of Poison Dragon Island, and now he has reached the late stage of foundation building!

While the two sides were confronting each other, three beams of light fell on the sides of Wang Xieqing and others. The leader was a handsome young man in white with a fair and smooth face like a woman. Behind him were two pretty maids who were in the early stage of foundation building. Each of them held a magic sword with a scabbard. The two magic swords were one black and one white, and their auras were faintly intertwined. It was obvious that there was something very special about them.

Only then did Song Qingya's face show a rare solemn expression, and he spoke word by word:

"Zhang Gengshi."

Jing Yu's eyes also fell on the young man in white named Zhang Gengshi and raised his eyebrows. This swordsman in the late foundation building stage, who was famous in the Red Dust Sea for his black and white swords, was a direct descendant of the Zhang family of Feimang Island.

Come to visit Wanfo Island, and you will find that the two most hostile direct descendants of the Song family of Xingluo Island are all here!

"What? Did you come here specially to block us?" Song Qingya sneered.

Zhang Gengshi was spinning two hickory nuts in his hands. Before Wang Xieqing, who had attacked with a silver beetle, could speak, he interrupted and said,

"Fellow Daoist Qingya, you're worrying too much. The Ten Thousand Buddhas Auction is a grand event held every twenty years in the surrounding seas. Which of the major families in the Red Dust Sea would miss it? Didn't your Xingluo Island Song family also come to join in the fun?"

"That's quite a coincidence." Song Qingya rubbed the blunt edge of the stone sword in his arms. "There are still twenty days until the Ten Thousand Buddhas Auction begins, and you two families arrived early. It's like you were waiting on the island for something to happen!"

Wang Xieqing, a descendant of the Wang family, couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, more than ten silver beetles flew out of his sleeves and buzzed around him. He stared at Song Qingya, his eyes barely concealing the malice in them.

"So what if I'm lurking here against your Song family? Song Qingya, I want to commend you for your courage! Old Ghost Song is barely surviving, and you, a mere cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, dare to wander out? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to make it back to Xingluo Island?"

Song Qingya smiled when he heard this: "The Red Dust Sea has its own rules set by the immortals. So, is the Wang family planning to send a Jindan Zhenren to ambush me along the way?"

"Why would I need a real person to kill you?"

"Otherwise, relying on you, the defeated general of Jinghong Auntie?"

Song Qingya seemed to have touched Wang Xieqing's sore spot. The Wang family's golden elixir seed's eyes widened, his face flushed an abnormal color of liver, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I, Wang, have been cultivating for decades, and finally mastered the clan's unique skill, the [Spiritual Insect Control Technique], to perfection. I was just about to avenge my previous defeat... Unfortunately, Song Jinghong has become a coward. If I were to use you, a junior, to prove my unique skill, it would be a bit lacking in meaning."

"What a boast! Wang Xieqing, Qingya is now one level below you, and that's all you can do!"

A pleasant female voice sounded, Jing Yu turned around and his eyes lit up.

But then a woman in palace dress holding a jade harp was seen riding on a cloud and slowly landing beside Song Qingya. The woman had a graceful figure, light lotus steps, and an elegant temperament, like a goddess from the fairyland. It made people unable to look away, but at the same time they couldn't bring themselves to disrespect her.

"Hey, Mr. Gong, wait a moment for me."

Behind the woman holding the zither was a gray-robed monk. The monk looked extremely young and handsome, almost as good-looking as Jing Yu. However, the monk's face was a little feminine and beautiful, making him a different type of handsome man from the heroic and tough Jing Yu.

This woman and the monk both seemed to be in the late stage of foundation building, with extremely solid basic magical powers. They were obviously geniuses at least from the direct line of aristocratic families.

"It turns out to be Sister Gong, Master Yuanji."

Song Qingya nodded politely and then sent a voice message to Jing Yu: "Uncle, this woman is one of the current golden elixir seeds of the Gong family of Qingyin Island. She is Gong Qingya... her name is somewhat similar to mine."

"The ancestor of the Gong family on Qingyin Island, the late Jindan Great True Man Gong Zhengyu, has a very good relationship with my ancestor. The Gong and Song families have also been friends for generations. He is one of the Song family's staunchest allies..."

Jing Yu jokingly said, "You two have such similar names, it's a rare fate. The age difference is not big, and both of you are talented. Why don't your two families match you up and arrange a marriage?"

Song Qingya whispered back, "Don't mention it, it really did happen. However, as we grew older, we both gradually showed our talents and established our reputation as the Golden Core Seeds of our clan. Since then, both families have tacitly agreed to the marriage and no one has mentioned it much."

Jing Yu suddenly realized that both of them were rare golden elixir seeds in their respective clans, so it was impossible for anything to happen. After all, whether Gong Qingya married into the Song family or Song Qingya married into the Gong family, it was something that the other family would never accept!

"That gray-robed monk's Dharma name is Yuanji. He is a disciple of Master Black Tiger of Wanfo Temple. Master Black Tiger was in trouble back then and was helped by our ancestor. He is also a great help to our Song family."

"It seems these two got wind of this and came to support me!"

The title of "Master" in Buddhism is equivalent to the "True Man" in Taoism. This Black Tiger Master is obviously also a Jindan cultivator.

But now Jing Yu’s mind was filled with a feeling of absurdity and ridiculousness.

"Nirvana? There are people who give themselves such a Buddhist name?"