Ancient Strengthening Techniques
Chapter 18 - Charming Beauty
Ancient Strengthening Techniques: Chapter 18 - Exciting Beauty
"Can he really stand on top of Kyushu someday?" Qing Zi muttered, she was completely dumbfounded .. The feeling he got from Qing Shui ......
Qing Zi shook her head, trying to dispel the uneasy feeling that was slowly creeping into her heart. How could he imagine that such an illogical thing would happen? After all, it was known that Qing Shui was born with a weak constitution. It would be quite incredible if he could already cultivate, but to step onto the top of this world? It is impossible ..
Looking at Qing Shui who exuded an aura of certainty, Qing Zi could feel that Qing Shui was special. He was one of a kind, different from the majority of 3rd generation disciples. Especially when looking at that pair of beautiful eyes, Qing Zi could see a trace of coldness, indifference, and competitiveness hidden within.
The two stood on the top of a small mountain near Qing Village. Qing Shui enjoyed the beauty of nature, the air was filled with so much Spiritual Qi that even normal humans who did not cultivate would be able to live up to 150 years in this world.
Standing at the peak not only allowed one to have unobstructed vision; the ability to see far into the distance without hindrance, it also allowed the person standing on top to exude a sense of heroism; as the chosen one, look down on the masses.
No wonder all humans want to be admired by others, standing at the top of the human race, facing the entire world.
Qing Shui and Qing Zi nonchalantly started chatting about unimportant matters, discussing the strained relationship between 3rd generation disciples. Although the Qing Clan was the largest and strongest clan in this mountainous region, their influence and authority only extended so far .. They were not even comparable to the great clans residing within Hundred Miles City. If not for Qing Luo who had been cultivating to the peak of the Hou Tian Realm, that great clan would probably not have bothered to interact in the slightest with the Qing Clan.
After all, the great clans living in Hundred Miles City all had deep roots and a rich history spanning around 1000 years; their relationship with various powers and reputations was also not something that the weak Qing Clan could compare to. Fortunately, the Qing Clan had a unique heritage cultivation technique. Thus, despite not having many people, the Qing Clan could still survive.
As Qing Shui's mind wandered, thinking of all the things he learned today, he heard footsteps approaching him. Turning his head, he saw Qing Bei running towards him.
“Qing Zi gege, Shui gege, there are visitors coming. Grandpa wants you back now. ” Qing Bei said with almost no breath, fatigue clearly visible all over her face.
“Visitor? Where are they from?" Qing Zi's brows slightly furrowed as she asked.
This Qing Zi expression only lasted for a moment before changing back to its normal friendly look. This action of hers made Qing Shui slightly tense, the honest-looking Qing Zi actually had such an expression on her face? It seemed that Qing Zi was not as simple as her appearance.
“I'm not too sure, but I heard that the visitors are from Hundred Miles City.” Qing Bei blinked her eyes innocently.
The Hundred Miles City! Qing Shui exclaimed.
The name of this city was very familiar to him, Qing Shui even knew the names of some large clans residing in the Hundred Miles City. After all, Qing Yi was the person in charge of the Qing Clan's medicinal herbs business in Hundred Miles City.
“Qing Shui, Qing Bei, let's go.” Qing Zi started running back towards the Qing Village after she shouted. The posture of each of his steps exuded the air of dragons and tigers.
“It seems that I was right, the oldest grandson of the 3rd generation is not as simple as his appearance!” Qing Shui was deep in thought as he started to slowly run back to the village, but after thinking about it, it made sense. If Qing Zi was as honest as she looked, there was no way she could become the next successor of the Qing Clan.
Right now, within the 3rd generation disciples, Qing Zi was undoubtedly the strongest. Qing Shui was the exception, however, he had yet to truly show his full strength.
Just when the three of them arrived at the entrance of the Qing House, they saw a majestic army of horses tied up near a post. One of the horses was completely red in color, with a body length of about 4m and a height of 2m, it did not include a majestic presence. The fur on this horse is thick, but very smooth to the touch. Brawny, Vigorous, Vigorous. It was as if there was a divine spirit within this fiery red horse, as he was able to emit pressure far beyond the pressure of an ordinary war horse.
An amazed expression appeared on Qing Shui's face as he observed the horse in front of him, this horse must have belonged to one of the great clans in Hundred Miles City. Qing Shui felt that the fiery red horse in front of him possessed strength that could easily allow him to trample lions and tigers.
Qing Shui was not amazed because of the size of his horse, but because his aura was excluded! With his head held high, similar to an emperor gazing at his subjects, just the aura emanating from him alone was enough to frighten the other horses surrounding him.
“All trips made while riding this horse, undoubtedly only takes half the time compared to other rides!”
“En, the bones are dense and wide, with the muscles of the front and back legs. Installing it on a journey would be like stepping on a cloud, the speed at which it raced would be extremely fast even the earth would not be disturbed. ”Qing Zi touched her chin and muttered nonchalantly while admiring her horse.
"Brother Qing Zi is a horse expert !?" Qing Bei asked.
Qing Zi shook her head, "No, I only heard a few people talking about the good qualities of the horse before, but they were all pale in comparison to the fiery red horse that was currently in front of me."
Laughing as he ended the conversation, Qing Zi took the lead as they entered the Qing Mansion Courtyard
Qing Shui recalled some of the history books he had read in his previous life. Emperor Wen once presented a horse of the snow lion species, capable of traveling a thousand li, to appease the anger of the Mongolians. ”
This fiery red horse should also have a lion bloodline. Qing Shui concluded.
Seeing that Qing Zi and Qing Bei had already entered the courtyard, a hint of a smile appeared on his face. Looks like a fun time started hehehhee.
"Hey red horse, seeing your haughty and arrogant attitude really pisses me off, your father, me, will definitely make you submit." Qing Shui stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the mane of the red horse.
Just when his hand had extended about 1cm from the mane, the fiery red horse snorted, as if it was warning Qing Shui about the consequences and also giving it a disdainful appearance.
"Oh, how dare you be so stubborn that you're a jerk!" Qing Shui couldn't control himself anymore and harsh words started spewing from his mouth. If this scene was witnessed by others, they would definitely be surprised that the dirty words actually emerged from Qing Shui's mouth.
Qing Shui only allowed himself to lose control when no one else was around.
Qing Shui still insisted on forcing the fiery red horse to submit to him. Snorting the red horse warning, Qing Shui completely ignored him and continued to extend his other hand to touch the horse's buttocks.
Qing Shui guessed that this horse might be female, but now, his actions had angered him.
The fiery red horse's 4m-long body stood upright. A voice similar to the roar of a dragon rumbled from his throat, his muscular body slamming down, preparing to stomp Qing Shui into small pieces, and keep stomping to the point where the small pieces become smaller pieces, eventually turning them into nothingness.
“Ai, it seems like your anger is quite fiery right?” Qing Shui deliberately continued to extend his palm to the horse's butt, giving a quick slap at its bottom before jumping, doing a somersault in the air and then landing behind the horse, mounting it. His silhouette was now filled with a suppressive, arrogant aura, colored with elegance and beauty. "There, I've been waiting for you, damn it!" Qing Shui roared triumphantly.
“Ai, young man, you can actually ride my bucketion horse.” An extremely gentle voice like the wind ruffling the hair of a teenage beauty sounded, disturbing Qing Shui's thoughts of victory.
Trying to find the source of the voice, Qing Shui turned his head and saw a teenage girl, about 20 years old, wearing a fiery red riding corset. She was a voluptuous beauty, and her sexy little mouth, now containing a slight frown, actually made Qing Shui's normally calm heart tremble as he stared at this vision of beauty.
