However, Feng Qingkuang, who was destined to miss the path of spiritual power, seemed a little out of place.
For more than ten days in a row, she just stayed behind closed doors. This time, in addition to Qiu Wu, there were more than a dozen disciples from the Hurricane Regiment guarding her outside the door to prevent any disturbance.
Over a period of time, my medicine refining skills have made great progress. Now, it's time to truly test myself.
The materials brought by Dongfang Mu are indeed of the highest quality! The Martial God Pill, that evil and irresistible thing that makes people all over the world feared and fascinated, began to slowly take shape in the Bafang Cauldron bit by bit...
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A few days later, Qing Kuang packed up the alchemy miscellaneous items and walked out of the room slowly.[
Now, everything is ready, all you need is a strong force to warm and nourish the prepared medicinal materials in the Bafang Cauldron, and you're done!
As for how strong this power needs to be, even Feng Qingkuang himself is not completely sure. It needs at least the level of pure purple spiritual power of the Spirit Emperor.
But at the moment, not to mention that his ancient martial arts strength is far from being comparable to that of a Spirit Emperor cultivator. Even if he is, Gu Wu's inner energy cannot solve any problems at all.
Qing Kuang called Qiu Wu and asked:
"Is there any news in the college in the past ten days?"
Qiu Wu thought for a while and said crisply:
"There seem to be fewer people in the backyard of the college recently. It is said that Prince Xiao Linfeng of Beiming has resigned from Principal Suo Wenming and led a large number of union disciples he recruited from the college to leave the college and return to Beiming Kingdom!"
Qing Kuang felt a slight shiver in his heart. Thinking of what Dongfang Mu said that day in the trade union hall, he couldn't help but feel a little calm. He murmured:
"Xiao Linfeng? He really should have left Silanta Imperial College long ago!"
Asked again:
"Then do you know why Xiao Linfeng is so anxious to go back?"
Qiu Wu was about to reply when suddenly a disciple from his mercenary group came to report.
"Report to the leader, someone in the college asked me to send you a message to the leader, saying that Miss Zhao has something to do and wants to meet with the leader. The location will be at the ruins of the temple in the backyard... and there is important news to tell the leader!"
Qing Kuang was shocked and said doubtfully:
"Miss Zhao from the Trade Union Alliance? Why are you looking for me now? You didn't say anything?"
The disciple of the mercenary group just shook his head.
Qing Kuang secretly thought to himself, and felt that this matter was more and more strange. Miss Zhao always met with him in the trade union hall. Although there were many people talking, nothing went wrong. Why did he want to meet in a secluded backyard ruins this time?
Already?
Although he was very suspicious, Qing Kuang decided to go there. Since the mission in Heming Valley, the entire academy, including himself and Miss Zhao, has been unknowingly involved in a huge dispute.
Ming Qianhe's worries are not unreasonable. Hundreds of troops from the Beiming Kingdom were wiped out, and the bloody storm that swept across the continent in the First World War has inevitably begun.[
The seemingly calm Slanta Imperial Academy seems to have an undercurrent of murderous intent surging.
At sunset, Qing Kuang strummed the guqin on his back and walked alone on the road to the ruins of the backyard. A moment later, he was already standing in front of the completely collapsed temple.
Once here, the Prince of Beiming, Xiao Linfeng, and the Prince of Fengyun, Ao Junxie, had a battle between spirit emperors. For a time, the ruins became the most dangerous and mysterious place in the entire academy...