Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

The Jian Family!

"Find her, damn it, quickly bring Jian Lingling back to me!"

An angry voice erupted as a handsome young man shattered an antique vase from the Song Dynasty in fury.

"Yes!"

A man in a suit nodded repeatedly and immediately led his people out of the room.

"Young Master Jian, you promised us something; it’s time to fulfill that promise."

Standing opposite Jian Yunfeng were four men, their eyes sharp.

"I will give you the wealth and elixirs, but you must ensure not to leave the Jian Family!" Jian Yunfeng glared at the dead person, coldly shouting.

"Young Master Jian, that was not within our agreement. Our previous deal was for us to betray Jian Lingling, kill him, then you take the Family Head Position of the Jian Family, and you would reward us with ten billion and the elixirs in Jian Lingling’s possession!"

The speaker was a Bald Martial Artist, a tribute of the Jian Family.

"Are you regretting it now?"

The eyes of the four tributes were icy cold.

"Ha ha, no matter what, don’t think of leaving the Jian Family now. Ye Qingfeng is still alive, and if he returns, none of you will survive!"

Jian Yunfeng shouted somewhat hysterically.

Thinking of the means of that God of Kill, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Young Master Jian, are you pushing me to make a move?" the Bald Martial Artist said coldly.

"If you kill me, the Divine Guard won’t let you go, and neither will Ye Qingfeng! You dare not touch a penny of the Jian Family’s wealth."

Jian Yunfeng threatened coldly.

"Stay in the Jian Family, perhaps Jian Lingling means nothing to Ye Qingfeng; he won’t come to the Jian Family again. Thus, you remain our tribute, with wealth and prosperity; I certainly won’t treat you poorly!"

The eyes of the four tributes flickered, but they were filled with deep regret. They should not have made that impulsive decision upon receiving news of Ye Qingfeng’s death; now, with that God of Kill still alive, they were terrified!

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng transformed into a long rainbow.

He was flying over Huaxia Land, wandering aimlessly. What he sought was materials and spirit stones to repair the Transmission Array.

This was a peak Transmission Array, extremely difficult to repair. Even if martial artists on Earth had the best materials, they couldn’t mend it.

But Ye Qingfeng had the ability, lacking only materials and spirit stones.

So, he traveled on his Flying Sword in these domains of Huaxia, attempting to find the materials he desired.

However, these materials were all Supreme Treasures. Despite Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense madly extending, searching among famous mountains and great rivers, he found nothing he wanted.

"These materials alone are already extremely difficult to find, not to mention spirit stones; to repair this array, at least mid-grade spirit stones are needed."

"Such precious spirit stones are hard to find even in the Ancient Martial World, let alone in the secular world!"

Ye Qingfeng muttered to himself, a gleam flashing through his eyes.

His eyes showed a trace of helplessness; without the Transmission Array, with his cultivation, he couldn’t forcefully break into the Ancient Martial World unless he mastered the space laws.

Such figures were akin to those at Ye Qingfeng’s former realm, commanding winds and clouds, controlling the laws of heaven and earth, far beyond the reach of the current Ye Qingfeng.

"The array must be repaired!"

Ye Qingfeng said grimly.

The Flying Sword beneath his feet suddenly accelerated, transforming into a red light, speeding through the sky.

Three days passed in a row; Ye Qingfeng had traveled thousands of kilometers, but the area of Huaxia was simply too vast. To let his Divine Sense perceive everything on the ground, he deliberately slowed down.

Even so, he still found nothing!

In the meantime, Ye Qingfeng did find a Spirit Grass, on par with the Ice Condensing Strange Yin Grass, but unfortunately, it was not yet mature.

If it were before, he would have regretted it greatly, trying to find a way to wait for this Spirit Grass to mature, but now his space ring had dozens of Level 1 Spiritual Grasses, so he was no longer concerned.

"Chase him, don’t let him escape!"

At this time, Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense sensed, on a plain, several figures in a frantic chase!

Ahead was a middle-aged man with a knife, speeding forward, with wounds on his body, his clothes already soaked with blood.

Behind him were two Arhat-like martial artists, eyes fierce, crazily chasing.

"Stop, as long as you leave behind the Dragon Saliva Fruit, I’ll spare your life!" one tall Arhat called out.

The middle-aged man with the great sword didn’t look back; instead, he quickened his pace, letting the blood flow freely, gritting his teeth harshly, and desperately sprinting forward.

"Dragon Saliva Fruit!"

Ye Qingfeng’s heart stirred; his Divine Sense stretched out, and indeed, three Dragon Saliva Fruits were in the arms of the Great Sword Warrior.

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze sharpened, and he immediately took to his sword in pursuit.

At this time, the tall Arhat, when only two hundred meters from the Great Sword Warrior ahead, suddenly flicked his finger, shooting a black pebble fiercely at the Great Sword Warrior.

"Ah!"

The Great Sword Warrior screamed, kneeling on one knee; in an instant, the two Arhat Warriors were already before him.

"Heh heh, run again, I told you, you can’t escape, why waste time!" The tall Arhat Warrior seemed to be the leader of the two, taunting coldly.

"Brothers, I’m willing to give you these Dragon Saliva Fruits, just spare my life!" This man lay half on the ground, speaking with some helplessness.

From his arms, he took out a Dragon Saliva Fruit.

"If you had known then and acted now, it wouldn’t have ended like this. It’s over now; I’ll take the Dragon Saliva Fruit and also won’t overlook your life!"

The tall one sneered repeatedly, gleefully mocking.

Previously, he had given the other a chance to surrender and hand over the Dragon Saliva Fruit, which was not cherished. Now, he must thoroughly mock the other to find satisfaction.

"What a pity, I’m so angry; if Senior Ye hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have fallen to this point!" The Great Sword Warrior sighed heavenly.

"What Senior Ye, prepare to die!"

The shorter Arhat Warrior snorted coldly and suddenly struck out a palm; the Great Sword Warrior remained motionless, having already given up on resisting!

"Bang!"

At this moment, the short Arhat Warrior suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood, his body flying forward, forcibly breaking a large old tree.

"Who goes there?"

The tall Arhat Warrior abruptly turned around, seeing a Black Robe youth, his expression suddenly darkening.

"Who are you, daring to sneak attack my brother, do you know our names?" the tall one threatened loudly.

"I don’t know, but I’m taking this Dragon Saliva Fruit, now scram!"

The Black Robe youth was Ye Qingfeng; his eyes were icy, speaking calmly.

"Ye, Senior Ye!"

At this moment, the Great Sword Warrior joyfully exclaimed.

"Do you know me?" Ye Qingfeng frowned, looking toward the Great Sword Warrior with surprise and doubt.