My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Chapter 129: Chapter 76: Not a Single One Left! (Subscribe for more updates!)_3
Lin Qingye’s expression froze slightly, but he said nothing, silently watching Qiu Zhiman.

It was only when he became somewhat impatient that he finally spoke,

“Director Qiu, you said you have found the person who cast the restriction magic, who is it? Since you know, why didn’t you say it in front of everyone just now?”

Lin Qingye voiced his doubts.

However, Qiu Zhiman still wore a smiling expression, “Just wait for me, I’m looking for it, I remember it was just hidden here… Without Qi, I can’t find it for the moment… Eh, right, right, here it is, this…”

Qiu Zhiman pulled out a crystal ball from a corner, shrouded in a faint purple halo, its surface smooth as a mirror, cold as ice, each facet sparkling with rainbow light.

Upon closer inspection, one could faintly see the layout of Crane-Crying Island within the crystal ball.

Lin Qingye’s face showed a trace of shock, then he looked at Qiu Zhiman with surprise.

“This…”

“This…”

“This…”

He pointed at Qiu Zhiman with his hand and then glanced at the crystal ball he was holding.

How could he not see that the crystal ball in Qiu Zhiman’s hand was the true culprit that restrained everyone’s Qi?

“Qiu Zhiman, could this all be your arrangement? Or is it Emperor Zhou’s arrangement?”

“Even if you’ve lost three times, there’s no need to flip the table.”

After the initial surprise, Lin Qingye’s lean face was filled with boundless anger.

He truly couldn’t understand why Qiu Zhiman would cast a restriction on this island.

Was it for the competition?

There was no need for that, and Empress Wei of Great Wei was also watching. If one wanted to flip the table, they wouldn’t do so overtly, right?

So, was this mocking Great Wei?

Lin Qingye immediately stepped forward, his eyebrows and eyes angry, wanting to ask something, but in the next moment, the Qiu Zhiman before his eyes suddenly vanished.

His shoulder was touched by a hand from Qiu Zhiman.

Hair-raising.

Lin Qingye shuddered instantaneously, his aged face slightly stiff, slowly turning his head to look at Qiu Zhiman beside him.

This Qiu Zhiman…

Could use Qi?

The only thought left in Lin Qingye’s mind was this.

And no other thoughts.

At this moment, looking at Qiu Zhiman’s amiable and kind face, his mouth gradually splitting into a smile, his aged eyes seemed to hold immense joy.

“Originally, if you had been on guard, I wouldn’t have been able to succeed so easily. Ninth-order Martial Emperor Realm, such prime fodder.”

As he spoke, under Lin Qingye’s terrified gaze, a hand glided over Lin Qingye’s forehead, Qiu Zhiman bit his fingertip, and gently pressed it against Lin Qingye’s forehead.

The blood streaming from his body carried several transparent parasites.

These parasites seemed to have a symbiotic relationship with Qiu Zhiman and did not attack him actively, but upon seeing Lin Qingye, the transparent parasites became agitated.

Eager to burrow out from Qiu Zhiman’s blood and into Lin Qingye’s flesh, gnawing at his blood vessels, meridians, and bones.

The body of a Ninth-order Martial Emperor Realm martial artist, long-nourished by Qi, was almost comparable to some spiritual medicines.

But unlike spiritual medicines, the Human Race’s body doesn’t benefit from consumption, Qi can only be improved bit by bit, drawing from the world to strengthen oneself.

Otherwise, the Four Directions Mortal World wouldn’t be as peaceful as it is.

However, this common sense scene, when it fell onto Qiu Zhiman, seemed a bit off.

Some of the transparent parasites gnawing on Lin Qingye, after gorging themselves, lazily returned to Qiu Zhiman’s blood.

The transparent parasites digested the freshly consumed flesh and blood bit by bit.

Aside from the energy needed for survival and reproduction, the remaining energy and the so-called “impurities” of Qi were all incrementally expelled from the body, merging into Qiu Zhiman’s own.

Gradually, Lin Qingye’s face turned pale, devoid of any color, the terror in his eyes hadn’t faded before it solidified completely.

He never would have imagined.

Why this Qiu Zhiman could still use Qi.

Why this Qiu Zhiman’s blood contained those peculiar transparent parasites.

What exactly were those transparent parasites?

In the midst of countless confusions and reluctance, Lin Qingye’s eyes lost their color.

Qiu Zhiman, his interest waning, collected all the transparent parasites back into his body, took out a brocade handkerchief, and meticulously wiped his fingers.

He closed his eyes and felt for a while.

He discovered that the “life” within him had increased.

At the same time, he had taken another small step towards the Heavenly Human Realm.

Qiu Zhiman’s smile slowly faded, his facial expression returning to its amiable and kind state.

When he stepped out slowly once more,

At this time, outside the house,

Nearly a hundred black-robed people were already standing around the Central Loft, some on the rooftops, some on the loft, all looking at Qiu Zhiman respectfully.

Qiu Zhiman took out a black robe from nowhere, slowly draped it over his body, concealing his amiable and kind face, his voice turning cold and solemn,

“It’s time to act, kill everyone above fifth grade! Leave no one alive!”

The black-robed person standing on the rooftop, gazing at this senior whose cultivation seemed to have improved yet again, had envy flickering in his cold eyes from time to time.

“Yes.”

The silent acknowledgement spread through the area like ripples in water.

In just a moment, the black-robed people charged into the Central Loft.

Most of the officials hadn’t even realized what was happening before the black-robed people drew their swords and beheaded them.