On top of the official post station, a cool night breeze blew, and a bright and clear moon hung in the ink-black sky.

Moonlight poured down like water, illuminating a horrifying scene.

The middle-aged man actually began peeling off his skin, revealing the crimson, writhing flesh underneath.

The others were the same.

Dozens of people at the post station all transformed into terrifying blood men, with a sky-piercing evil aura and a stench of rot assaulting the senses.

Qin An clenched his five fingers, feeling the icy touch from the hilt of the Cold Star Saber.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Not monsters, nor pseudo-gods."

Though there was an overwhelming evil aura, Qin An could still feel that these dozens of skin-peeling people were not monsters or pseudo-gods.

Mr. Sun flipped his right hand, silver needles gleaming coldly between his fingers, his expression as serious as iron: "Be careful, they're skin-peeling monsters."

"Skin-peeling monsters?" Qin An rubbed his chin and said, "Are they very famous in Xunyang Prefecture?"

Mr. Sun nodded slightly: "This demon is a yellow weasel spirit, fond of peeling skin, and can control corpses with one hand."

Upon these words, Qin An's nostrils flared slightly, indeed catching a faint scent of corpse decay.

As the two were exchanging words, a fierce wind suddenly howled in their ears.

This group of skinless corpses, with blood-red eyes, charged towards Qin An and Mr. Sun.

The terrifying evil aura carried with it a nauseating stench of decay, making one feel like vomiting at the smell.

Mr. Sun was the first to make a move, silver needles piercing through the air like streaks of cold light, stabbing into the forehead of the nearest corpse.

The corpse fell to the ground in response.

At this moment, several corpses had already rushed in front of Qin An.

But before the corpses could open their gaping bloody mouths, Qin An flipped his right hand.

Blade light flashed suddenly, and several skinless heads flew up, drawing a mournful arc in the moonlit sky.

The spot where Qin An had been sitting left behind a residual image, gradually dissipating.

At the same time, within the group of corpses, a ghostly figure flickered back and forth.

Cold light accompanied the remnants of the image, with each flicker sending several heads flying, rolling on the ground leaving dark red trails.

Mr. Sun's hand holding the needle paused slightly, and an expression of astonishment was hard to hide in his eyes: "Compared to when we first met, he has become much stronger."

When Mr. Sun first met Qin An, although he was at the Pulse Condensation Realm, he hadn't seen Qin An with such power then.

Especially his body technique, which had now reached the Pulse Condensation Realm.

"How on earth did he cultivate?" Mr. Sun marveled in his heart.

For ordinary people, cultivating two types of cultivation techniques to the Pulse Condensation Realm was not easy; other techniques would merely be embellishments.

But Qin An managed to keep them all progressing side by side, truly opening Mr. Sun's eyes.

He finally understood why Qin An was not so keen on physicians.

Such talent, any aspect was far better than being a physician.

Qin An, unaware of Mr. Sun's thoughts, had already put away his saber, standing tall.

Surrounded by headless corpses, the gentle breeze blew against Qin An's black clothes, making him seem like a fierce flood beast.

"Since you're here, why hide?" Qin An flicked his sword, shaking off the blood droplets, and his black clothes fluttered in the wind: "Are such insignificant creatures worthy to take my head?"

As he finished speaking, the post station first fell silent, then the sound of footsteps echoed.

Qin An looked towards the source of the footsteps, a slight smile on his lips: "It's quite a scene, three Pulse Condensation Realm demons, and at the perfect level too, truly showing me respect."

In the dense forest ahead, three Pulse Condensation Realm demons bared their fierce looks, exuding a strong and terrifying pressure.

A sharp-toothed yellow weasel, a bald-headed vulture, and a Cyan Snake with scales all over its body, spitting crimson tongue.

All three demons were at the Meridian Condensation Realm Perfection and retained some of their demonic features, looking extremely ferocious.

The yellow weasel demon let out a cold laugh: "A mere scrap at the initial Pulse Condensation Realm, worthy of a bounty from the Jiao Long Hall. Mr. Huang thinks it's a bit of a waste of time."

The vulture demon licked its sharp beak with its tongue: "So tender, too bad I eat carrion, but save me half later, I'll let it rot before eating."

The Cyan Snake spat out its forked tongue, murderous intent radiating: "Mr. Sun from Xunyang Prefecture is also here, that old guy is full of treasures, perfect to soak in wine."

The three demons all looked as if they had Qin An firmly in their grasp.

Mr. Sun's expression was extremely serious, stepping forward slowly: "Sir, you and I can launch a strong attack on one, and seize the opportunity to break through."

Three Pulse Condensation Realm demons, and at the perfection cultivation.

Such power was absolutely beyond what the two of them could kill.

Qin An raised an eyebrow and said: "Why break through?"

Mr. Sun was slightly shocked, explaining: "I know, sir, you have many secret techniques, but you are after all at the initial level, there is a world of difference with perfection, caution is paramount."

He spoke somewhat tactfully, but the meaning was clear.

No matter how many secret techniques Qin An had, how could it be?

The gap between initial and perfection was like a chasm, absolutely impossible to contend against.

Qin An lightly tapped the blade: "Let's give it a try."

"Try?" Mr. Sun's eyes widened.

The yellow weasel demon named Mr. Huang burst into laughter, its stench nauseating: "A backwoods bastard, daring to boast, soon Mr. Huang will take your head, let's see how you keep talking then!"

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Huang felt a sky-piercing killing intent coming at him.

Before he could react, a cold sensation spread throughout his body.

He saw a saber, the blade light pouring down like moonshine, reflecting cold gleam under the moonlight, aiming straight for his throat.

"Courting death!"

Mr. Huang's eyes shot fierce light, his figure suddenly expanded, biting down on the Cold Star Saber.

"Boom!"

A loud boom suddenly sounded.

Mr. Huang only felt a sharp pain, with blood already at the corners of his mouth.

This blade surprisingly had threefold force, covered with three-colored true qi.

With just one blade, it broke several of his teeth.

Mr. Huang was about to counterattack, only to see Qin An use his ghostly body skill, retreating several yards away.

Qin An nodded slightly: "Three Blades Unite can only hurt you, not kill you, truly deserving of the perfect level."

At the final battle in Lingzhou, the demon hall elders he killed did not have the perfect Meridian Condensation Realm.

But this Mr. Huang indeed lived up to being a Xunyang Prefecture demon, his perfect level cultivation truly incomparable to Lingzhou demons.

"Bastard, courting death!" Mr. Huang roared angrily, pouncing toward Qin An.

He could feel the other two demons' eyes carrying a mocking look.

As a dignified great demon of perfect meridian, he was actually hurt by a rundown initial Pulse Condensation Realm coming from the countryside.

It was truly embarrassing!

He wanted to eat Qin An alive.

But at this moment, Mr. Huang felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

He saw Qin An sheath the Cold Star Saber and raise his fists.

"What does this mean?" Mr. Huang thought to himself, "Why isn't he using that peerless blade technique?"

Though surprised, Mr. Huang had no choice but to press on once the arrow was on the bowstring.

As the distance between the two sides closed rapidly, even Mr. Sun was preparing to attack, yet Qin An remained calm and composed.

"This level is similar to the Hall Master, but lacks his depth. Two treasures are enough," Qin An calculated in his heart.

Although his entire Cultivation Technique had reached the initial mastery stage, it was still some way from perfection.

Back when he killed the Hall Master, it took five treasures, but that was because the Hall Master had fallen from the Outer Elixir Realm, with profound depth.

And Mr. Huang had never stepped into the Outer Elixir Realm, two treasures were already flattering him.

Qin An stepped forward, his right fist carrying a fierce gust, striking towards Mr. Huang's head.

Blood-Burning Eight-Forged Dragon Demon Hand!

The terrifying Qi Blood Power suddenly erupted.

Mr. Huang was still secretly pleased, thinking Qin An had already given up resisting.

But at this moment, seeing the fist coming at him, it seemed like an illusion formed in front of his eyes, a massive character for death taking shape.

At this moment of crisis, Mr. Huang opened his sharp mouth, preparing to counter with his strongest attack.

"Boom!"

The terrifying Qi Blood Power exploded violently.

A massive blood hole appeared at the back of Mr. Huang's head, a fist pierced through, bringing blood with it.

Qin An reached out with his left hand, pressing Mr. Huang's head, and withdrew his right hand.

As he pulled it out, he was already holding Mr. Huang's treasure in his right hand.

In an instant, the entire field fell silent.

A gentle breeze ruffled Qin An's robe hem, as his left hand held Mr. Huang's corpse, which occasionally twitched.

Like throwing away garbage, he tossed the corpse to the ground: "Is that it?"

Mr. Sun stood frozen, unable to react for a long time.

The Vulture Demon and Cyan Snake Demon exchanged glances, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

They had been watching Mr. Huang as a joke, but now Mr. Huang truly became a joke, and a dead one at that.

"This one's a tough nut, swift attack!" shouted the Vulture Demon.

The Cyan Snake Demon was unwilling to be outdone: "Such a Secret Technique cannot be used continuously, kill him, and we'll split the benefits of Jiao Long Hall!"

Without a word, the two demons rushed at Qin An.

The Vulture Demon opened its sharp beak, spewing out a foul stench, corroding everything it touched into charred blackness.

The Cyan Snake Demon coiled and passed over, all its scales flying out, transforming mid-air into a blade made of scales, slashing fiercely at Qin An's head.

The stench surrounded Qin An, attempting to corrode his flesh.

Qin An channeled his True Qi, allowing over a foot of Gang Qi to cover his entire body.

Black Origin Medicinal Body!

The stench corroded away the outer layer of Gang Qi, but was immediately blocked by the True Essence Barrier inside, corroding through the entirety of it.

Then, a golden light flashed, the third barrier firmly blocking the stench.

Qin An employed the Dragon Roar Wind Shadow Step, dodging the Cyan Snake Demon's blade like a phantom, appearing in front of the Vulture Demon: "Such foul breath, I dislike it."

Blood-Burning Eight-Forged Dragon Demon Hand!

Once again, two treasures were completely consumed by Qin An.

In a life-and-death battle, he never hesitated to use treasures.

Being miserly would do no good; if he died, what use were more treasures?

"Boom!"

The Vulture Demon's head was crushed by Qin An, and the headless body fell to the ground, twitching for a moment, then lying still.

A treasure was dug out by Qin An, but he heard the fierce sound of wind beside him.

Qin An turned his head, a smile playing at his lips: "Trying to escape?"

In mid-air, the blade had already returned to the Cyan Snake Demon's body, as it twisted and turned to flee.

Originally thinking Qin An's power was no more than this, even with that Overcoming Adversity Secret Technique, it couldn't be used at will.

But the opponent could not only use it freely, but even with ease.

How could one fight against that?

A flash of an afterimage.

Qin An stood, his hand on the saber hilt, standing in front of the Cyan Snake Demon.

The Cyan Snake Demon only felt its hackles rise, immediately prostrating on the ground: "Grandfather, spare me!"

It knelt quickly, almost without hesitation.

A wisp of green smoke flashed, transforming the Cyan Snake Demon into a beautiful woman in green robes, trembling slightly.

Qin An slightly raised an eyebrow: "Clever demon, indeed."

The beautiful eyes of the Cyan Snake Demon flashed with a hint of fear: "Whatever grandfather desires, your concubine can offer, though I am a demon, I can also perform the pleasures of intimacy, being of the Nine Twisting Corridors..."

Qin An's gaze suddenly turned cold: "Answer what is asked."

A snake with a bamboo mouth, regardless of the so-called Nine Twisting Corridors, needs life to enjoy it.

"Grandfather, please speak," the Cyan Snake Demon once more prostrated itself.

Qin An said coldly: "Did Jiao Long Hall place a bounty on me?"

The Cyan Snake Demon hurriedly said: "It's not a major bounty, but many rogue demons are very interested."

Mr. Sun frowned: "Sir, Jiao Long Hall isn't a major power in Xunyang Prefecture, but being targeted by them, life won't be easy."

Qin An nodded slightly: "I understand, this journey probably won't be peaceful, but why did murder only come when nearing Xunyang Prefecture?"

Since being targeted by Jiao Long Hall, it wouldn't be simple.

Rogue demons, for the reward, would naturally target someone at the initial stage of Meridian Condensation.

But the journey was too peaceful, why only near Xunyang Prefecture did three Meridian Condensation Realm Perfection demons appear.

There's something suspicious about that.

Mr. Sun stroked his beard, shaking his head: "I am not very clear either."

He's been away from Xunyang Prefecture for a long time.

The situation is ever-changing, naturally, he wouldn't know.

The Cyan Snake Demon raised her beautiful eyes, not daring to look directly at Qin An: "The two grandfathers might not know, but now the Hunter Conference is about to start, many major demons are gathering their subordinates only to gain benefits from the conference, even rogue demons are doing the same, which is why not many demons have intercepted grandfather..."

Hearing this, Qin An wondered what this Hunter Conference was.

By the side, Mr. Sun showed a shocked expression, even squeezing the silver needle in his hand into a curve.

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