You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 141: Black Bird

Changqing returned to his courtyard early. Jiaocang had been sleeping for several days and showed no signs of waking up. He could feel the waves around Jiaocang that were about to break through, so he moved Jiaocang into an isolation formation indoors to prevent being spied on.

Then he made some tea and waited for Yun Qinghan to come.

Sure enough, within half an hour, Yun Qinghan arrived on a flying sword. Seeing Changqing still drinking tea leisurely, he pouted and complained to Changqing about how he was bullied and how Changqing was partial to him.

Chang Qing was well prepared. He waved his sleeves and several large jars suddenly appeared on the stone table. Stink bombs, sensory-isolating smoke bombs, ghost smoke bombs, etc. were all taken out.

Seeing this, Yun Qinghan stopped chattering, and left in a hurry without even eating, saying that he was going to find Wang Gebi and take revenge.

Looking at Yun Qinghan's back, Chang Qing shook his head helplessly. Yun Qinghan's trip was destined to be fruitless.

In the afternoon, the temperature was quite suitable, and Changqing was a little sleepy under the sun.

"Not coming yet?" he murmured with a yawn.

"Waiting for me?" A voice suddenly came from behind the recliner where Changqing was.

Chang Qing was frightened. This handsome uncle was always elusive and his protective formation couldn't stop him, which made Chang Qing very depressed.

"Sect Master" Chang Qing quickly stood up and saluted.

The handsome uncle nodded and looked at the tea on the stone table. His eyes lit up and he poured himself a cup.

"Since I have agreed to one of your conditions, tell me now. I am also very curious about what else you, a hidden talent, need my help with." The handsome uncle took a sip of tea and looked at Changqing in front of him.

Changqing scratched his head:

"It's not a big deal. It's about the technique called Fuyao given by the sect master. It requires a few feathers of Yuanhua Realm monsters. I heard that the sect's guardian beast Xuanniao is in the Yuanhua Realm..."

Before Changqing finished speaking, he saw tea spurting out of the handsome uncle's mouth, and Changqing quickly dodged.

"Cough! Cough!" The handsome uncle coughed twice, looked at Chang Qing with a playful look and asked, "Really?"

The handsome uncle restrained the teasing in his eyes, coughed again and nodded, "I'll ask for you. You may have to go and ask for it in person. I can only speak for you."

Chang Qing thanked him, but he was muttering in his heart: "It seems that it is not that simple to listen to this. This handsome uncle is still so unreliable!"

Chang Qing was a little discouraged: "But at least I have a chance, so it can be considered a gain."

Changqing took the silver mask out of the earring and wanted to return it to the handsome uncle.

The handsome uncle waved his hands awkwardly. He really didn't help much. Thinking about the follow-up, he quickly said, "Keep it for yourself. It may be useful."

Chang Qing suddenly felt something was wrong: "Sect Master, do you want me to attend the Southern Region Discussion Conference? You didn't even say you were going! I won't go!"

The handsome uncle said with cunning eyes: "I didn't say I wouldn't go!"

"But..." Chang Qing wanted to continue refutation, but when he looked up, he found that the handsome uncle had disappeared.

"What a bummer!!!" Chang Qing was in tears.

After a while, the entire Yuling Sect was shaking as if there was an earthquake. While Changqing was still thinking about something, a figure flew towards him at a very fast speed.

The handsome uncle appeared beside Changqing in the blink of an eye. At this time, the handsome uncle didn't care about his image at all. He grabbed the teapot on the table which was not yet cold and drank it down with a gulp.

The handsome uncle put down the teapot and breathed a sigh of relief. He touched the tea at his mouth and stared at Changqing and said:

"I have already done the job for you. Whether it can be done or not depends on you. Here is the address. When you get there, just mention my name. That's it~"

After saying that, the handsome uncle gave Changqing a thumbs up, as if saying, "I'm rooting for you. Come on~" and then disappeared in an instant.

Chang Qing was still confused. Suddenly he remembered the earthquake. Adding to that the handsome man's expression as if he was being chased by a dog, Chang Qing's face turned bitter:

"It shouldn't be possible. With this kind of noise, I'm going to be more crispy than bean sprouts. Besides, the handsome uncle shouldn't watch me die, it should be!"

Changqing found some psychological comfort, but still felt unsafe. He walked into the house, put on the white robe that Yu Linglong had sewed for him, and hung the repaired blood-red jade pendant around his waist. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The robe that Yu Linglong sewed for herself was extremely tough, enough to defend against a full-strength attack from a Yundan realm cultivator. Coupled with the jade pendant and the sect master's guarantee, there shouldn't be any problem.

Because the black sword had been exposed, Changqing did not fly the sword, but flew directly in the direction pointed by the sect master.

After climbing over many hills, Changqing came to the foot of an extremely tall mountain. A waterfall with a drop of nearly a thousand meters was flowing downwards. The deep pool below the waterfall rumbled due to the impact of the water.

Water vapor rose, and a tall rainbow appeared in the sunset.

"Is this the place?" Chang Qing looked around at the splashing water droplets.

Suddenly, a tremendous pressure descended, and even Changqing's physical body was pressed down so hard that he couldn't stand up.

"Who is it?" A gentle voice sounded in his heart. Although the voice was pleasant, it was hard to tell the gender of the person, and it was full of indifference, as if Chang Qing's life would be taken immediately if a satisfactory answer was not given.

Chang Qing grinned. He had only felt such heavy pressure from the patriarch of the Xuanhuo family. It seemed that the owner of the pressure was the Xuanniao.

"I am Ji Changqing, a disciple of the Yuling Sect, and would like to see Senior Xuanniao." Changqing bowed in all directions.

"Hmph, it was that old bastard named Ji who asked you to come!" The voice sounded in his heart again.

"That's right! I came here to ask Senior Bluebird for a feather or two."

Listening to the voice of the black bird, Chang Qing raised his eyebrows, feeling that the tone was different this time, as if it was complaining.

"There must be something going on between these two!" Chang Qing guessed.

"You came quite quickly, but...my feathers are not that easy to get." Xuanniao stopped talking, as if thinking.

After a long while, he continued, "How about this, for the sake of that old bastard, you just need to stay under this waterfall for an incense stick of time, and I will give you a few feathers, how about that?"

Looking at the waterfall rushing down at a very fast speed, Chang Qing thought for a moment that his body should be able to withstand it for about an incense stick of time.

"Then this junior will be embarrassed."

Chang Qing knew that things were not that simple. The earthquake just now was probably caused by Xuanniao's anger. Fortunately, he could still persuade it and it didn't drive him away directly.

Changqing entered the pool. The force of the waterfall was so great that the splashing water hit his body painfully.

As soon as he entered a huge rock under the waterfall, he was washed away by the waterfall. Firstly, the rock was extremely smooth, and secondly, the force of the waterfall was too great. It was even larger than the staircase that Changqing climbed when he participated in the battle for the quota.

"I still don't believe it!"

Changqing was so stubborn that the spiritual power in his body started running wildly. Finally, he stood on the boulder obediently this time. However, Changqing was not happy for long before he found that his spiritual power seemed to be half solidified and could not be mobilized at all. At this moment, he was like a mortal.

"A stone that blocks spiritual energy?" Chang Qing looked at the huge rock under his feet under the huge pressure of the waterfall.

Every drop of water from the waterfall weighed a thousand pounds. Chang Qing gritted his teeth and had to bear it with his body. However, within a hundred breaths, Chang Qing felt his body becoming red and swollen, and his body began to shake again.

"Failed?" Chang Qing was a little discouraged.