Chapter 3775 Lost

Zhao Qinglian suppressed his Cultivation and walked through the streets in a black robe. Such attire was not uncommon in Yuangu City, so he didn't attract much attention.

He was an Immortal Venerable expert, and his Divine Sense was incredibly powerful, so he didn't need to get too close to clearly see the situation of his target.

Ye Bufan summoned two Dao Bodies to collect the bets, and almost at the same time, he collected all the immortal crystals from the seven families.

After doing this, they didn't stop, heading directly out of the city, but one went south and the other north, heading in different directions.

"They even split up."

Zhao Qinglian frowned. He couldn't follow both, so he ultimately chose to follow the one heading south.

He just kept an eye on them from a distance, and with his Immortal Venerable strength, he wasn't worried about being discovered by others.

After leaving the city, the Black-Clothed Man's speed suddenly increased, dashing rapidly into the distance, and getting faster and faster.

"So he's an Immortal Venerable."

A cold smile appeared on Zhao Qinglian's lips. It was a good thing he hadn't let Zhao Xingfeng and the others follow, otherwise, it would have been difficult to keep up with the other party's speed.

In fact, he wasn't the only one eyeing the Dao Body; there were many others who were tempted by greed, but their strength was far from enough, and they were quickly left behind.

Zhao Qinglian followed unhurriedly. In his opinion, the fewer people around, the better, so he could act more easily when no one was left.

As for the Black-Clothed Man in front of him, he didn't pay him any mind. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't escape his grasp, nor could he be his opponent.

After about an hour, the two had traveled rapidly. Before them was a wilderness, silent all around, and everyone else had long been left far behind.

He felt it was about time and was about to act when a large river suddenly appeared ahead.

The Black-Clothed Man didn't fly over the river as before but leaped directly into the water.

"What's going on? Did he discover me?"

Zhao Qinglian was a bit surprised. Logically speaking, with his Immortal Venerable strength, the other party shouldn't have been able to detect him.

Then he shook his head slightly. At this point, everything else became unimportant. Before absolute power, nothing else mattered. He just needed to capture the other party.

Thinking of this, he no longer suppressed his Cultivation. His aura suddenly surged, and his violent Divine Sense swept around, instantly covering the entire river.

How powerful was an Immortal Venerable's Divine Sense? Every grain of sand in the river was clearly visible, and every fish was within his control.

But then a look of shock appeared on his face. He had thoroughly searched the entire river but hadn't found even half a person's shadow.

"What is going on?"

Zhao Qinglian couldn't figure out how the other party had escaped. He took a step, directly arriving on the river surface, and his Divine Sense swept across again like mercury flowing across the ground.

The result was disappointment once more. He had searched the entire river more than a dozen times, yet still hadn't seen half a person's shadow.

"Damn it, how did he escape?"

Zhao Qinglian was furious. He was an Immortal Venerable expert, yet the other party had slipped away right under his nose. How was this possible?

After another fruitless search, enraged, he threw a punch.

"Let's see where you can hide!"

According to his thoughts, the other party must have used some treasure to shield his Divine Sense or was hiding in the mud and sand of the river.

But no matter what, he couldn't escape his attack.

The Immortal Venerable's strength was truly too strong. With this punch, half of the great river collapsed directly. The river water evaporated, and the mud and sand churned, as if it had suffered a world-ending disaster.

But even so, he still didn't see half a person's shadow.

The extremely enraged Zhao Qinglian struck again and again, completely destroying the entire river, but besides the ground full of ravines and ruins, there was no other gain.

To the north, Jian Feiyang of the Four Directions Sword Sect and Grand Elder Han Fangcuo of the Han Family chose this direction.

However, when they chased to the end, the Black-Clothed Man in front of them entered a small grove and disappeared from then on.

The result was the same as Zhao Qinglian's. They completely destroyed the grove but couldn't find half a person's shadow, and in the end, they could only return helplessly.

The three of them had all intended to kill and seize treasures, but they returned empty-handed.

At the Qin Family's inn, Qin Muyue came into the main hall with a lollipop and said to Qin BuFu, "Elder, Divine Doctor Ye said he has something to do, so he won't be coming to us."

Qin BuFu nodded, not surprised by this result.

The reason he asked Qin Muyue to invite him was merely out of courtesy, knowing that at this time, the other party definitely wouldn't come.

Just then, another Young man walked in, Qin Mubai, a Core Disciple of the Qin Family.

"Elder, I've found out. There are two people currently collecting bets at various gambling houses, and they've all bet on my sister Muyue's match."

"Oh! How much did they bet?"

Qin BuFu nodded, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.

"One Family bet ten million, cashing out three hundred million in bets. Fourteen families combined make over four billion…"

"Pfft!"

Hearing this number, the tea Qin BuFu had just drunk was spat out with a "pfft."

"How much did you say?"

No wonder he was so shocked. Even if the Qin Family was one of the seven great Families, their total assets didn't amount to that much.

"Excluding the principal, it's a total of 4.2 billion."

Speaking of this number, Qin Mubai, who was usually calm, was also full of excitement.

Qin BuFu picked up his tea again and took a sip, slowly suppressing the shock in his heart.

"This kid is truly generous, but after taking so many immortal crystals, isn't he afraid of not living to spend them?"

Qin Muyue leaned over and asked, "Elder, do you know who placed the bets?"

"Of course, I know. I can guess."

The little girl was full of excitement: "Then tell me quickly! I'll go snatch some immortal crystals. This guy has really struck it rich."

Qin BuFu glared at her. Indeed, heaven was fair. With a Prodigy-like Cultivation talent, she had absolutely no cunning or depth of mind.

"Alright, don't ask about this matter. Go back and Cultivate quickly."

"If you don't want to tell me, then don't!"

The little girl, with a lollipop in her mouth, skipped back to her room.

No sooner had she left than the butler rushed in: "Elder, Fairy Chixia of the Bixia Sect requests an audience."

"You've made a fortune, and all the trouble is being thrown my way."

Qin BuFu frowned and shook his head helplessly: "Please let her in."

The butler turned and ran out, and in a short while, he led in a beautiful middle-aged woman, who was none other than Fairy Chixia.

Qin BuFu stopped at the door, his face wreathed in smiles: "Elder Chixia, what brings you to this Old Man's humble abode? You are truly most welcome; you grace us with your presence."

"We are old acquaintances, so there's no need for pleasantries. I am here for only one matter."

Fairy Chixia always maintained that cold attitude towards everyone, and it was no different now.

Qin BuFu was startled for a moment, then smiled again.

"Please speak." Fairy Chixia turned around, her gaze sharp: "Tell me, who healed Qin Muyue's injuries?"