Whose poison is it and whose honey is it? Is the freedom and independence I long for a stumbling block for others?

Su Qi shifted his gaze away from Ali and slowly looked at the crowd next to her.

Some people avoided looking at Su Qi; some people showed gratitude in their eyes and gave Su Qi a flattering smile.

"...I should have known long ago that even with gold, it is impossible to satisfy everyone." Su Qi glanced at the space portal that had stopped expanding, and his gaze moved in the direction of Ali, causing many people to lower their heads.

Su Qi sneered in his heart, "...I should let you communicate more with those strange beasts."

"...Don't bother with fools!"

“…Don’t argue with idiots!”

He cursed in his heart but there was only a trace of disdain on his face, "Hmph, you don't know what's good for you!" Su Qi snorted at A Li and immediately began to draw a space defense array.

Qin Mingan's mental strength was still shrouded in the Gobi Desert. Seeing that Su Qi had comforted him so quickly, he couldn't help but admire him, "That's good. At least he won't get stuck in a dead end when he encounters problems in the future."

He used his mental power to communicate with all parts of the camp, and the entire Gobi Desert began to be in order. Even the strange beasts from the oasis that had escaped stayed in the Gobi Desert and refused to leave.

Jin Ming’s sudden departure made Yang Tang and others feel a little uncomfortable.

The words you said just now were pretty harsh. We were all ready for glory, so why did you come with such a big one?

Yuan Dabiao, leaning on his red tasseled spear, stood diagonally opposite Yang Tang and asked, "What's going on? Did you do something to scare Him away?"

Yang Tang waved his hand, and the "Eight Cuts" that he had thrown out immediately trembled. With a "swish" sound, it returned to Yang Tang's hand. "I don't know what happened. Maybe Qin Mingan did something."

Yuan Dabiao wiped the blood off his bald head and shook his head. There was a bloody wound on the right side of his head, which was caused by the wind blade just now. Almost half of his head was left.

He laughed, "Wasn't it Su Qi who did it? I thought she wasn't in a good state just now."

"Does it work?" Yang Tang didn't want to respond and turned to look at the entire battlefield.

Not far away, Ou Shanshan's cry could be heard. His body was covered with Ou Can's spiritual power, which had already worn out and was dim.

"Second Uncle, give me a response!"

"Second uncle! Second uncle!"

Yang Tang and Yuan Dabiao ran over to Ou Shanshan and asked, "What's going on?"

"What happened to Lao Ou?"

Qin Mingan dragged one leg and limped towards Ou Shanshan. "Old Ou is in a very bad situation this time! To use the words of the old generation, there is not even a soul left."

Su Qi followed closely, supporting Qin Ming'an. Seeing Ou Shanshan crying miserably, he hesitated for a moment and finally spoke, "There is a method that may be good for Principal Ou. The problem is that I haven't tried it yet, so it's still at the guessing stage."

Qin Ming'an's eyes fixed, and just as he was about to speak, Ou Shanshan suddenly raised his head, looked at Su Qi, and asked expectantly, "What method?"

Su Qi hesitated a little, looked at the leaders, pursed his lips, lowered his head, and glanced at the flying ant shells on the ground.

Ou Shanshan followed Su Qi's line of sight and naturally saw the scattered flying ant shells.

He looked at Su Qi with questioning eyes and asked uncertainly, "Is it possible?"

"I dare not say, after all, I have not done the experiment."

Ou Shanshan was a little hesitant.

Yuan Dabiao advised: "We should try our best. Otherwise, wake up Lao Ou and ask his opinion."

Ou Shanshan couldn't wake Ou Can up now, so he hardened his heart and nodded heavily, "Su Qi, I leave everything to you!"

Just as Su Qi was about to nod, Qin Mingan coughed and said, "Leave it to me."

This kid is not a worry at all! He doesn't even think about who Old Ou is. If something really happens, if one of his disciples acts recklessly, Su Qi will have no choice but to deal with it.

Su Qi also thought of this and smiled gratefully at Qin Mingan, "Hehe~"

Qin Mingan closed his eyes and said, "...Who does this silly look look like?"

……

Ou Shanshan, Su Qi and Qin Mingan entered the tent. Yang Tang went to patrol the surroundings. Outside the tent, only Yuan Dabao was sitting on the ground with his eyes narrowed.

He had a lot of questions to ask Su Qi and Qin Mingan, but the two were busy helping Lao Ou to survive.

I habitually reached out to touch his head, but I felt the bandage wrapped around it: Why did the big head leave? Will it come back? Is there a deal?

Alas~ These are troubled times!

……

Seeing that Qin Ming'an's right leg was weak, Su Qi took out a high chair with wheels and slid the chair to Qin Ming'an's legs with her foot. "Is that mental possession a skill of Principal Ou?"

Qin Mingan glanced at Ou Shanshan who was lying in the middle of the table. Seeing that he was looking at him with burning eyes, he organized his words and said, "Have you read novels about cultivating immortals before? There are physical cultivation, magic cultivation, demon cultivation, etc."

Su Qi nodded, "I have seen these too." The Monkey Chief and his disciples, Little Red Flower, Wind Fox, and Bone Sculpture are all demon cultivators. Strictly speaking, Jian Caiyi is also a demon cultivator.

"There is another type among them. Some call it ghost cultivation, and some call it soul cultivation. The meaning is the same."

Su Qi hesitated for a moment, then thought of Long Jiu from the Dark Forest, no, Bai Xuan, and nodded, "I've seen this one too."

Qin Mingan looked at Su Qi in surprise and continued to explain: "Old Ou is a natural soul cultivator. The flesh is a kind of confinement for him. This is his life-saving skill."

"That is to say, Principal Ou's spiritual power training is better."

"Yes! There was no concept of spiritual power before, but now it has been redefined. From now on, practitioners will be divided into three types."

"Which three? Physical cultivation, Dharma cultivation, and spiritual cultivation?" Su Qi muttered. Ou Shanshan, who knew that her uncle could be saved, burst out laughing.

Su Qi turned around and glared at him, and the latter quickly stopped smiling.

Refined cultivation? Qin Mingan shook his head, "The third type is temporarily defined as spiritual cultivation. Soul cultivation and ghost cultivation are probably unacceptable to many ordinary people.

Spiritual cultivation specializes in spiritual power. Xu Ze's niece and a female cultivator who raises insects in your Special Affairs Department are both classified as spiritual cultivators."

Su Qi thought silently about the people in Jincheng and guessed that Qin Mingan was talking about Miao Xiaoxi.

"How do you know so much? Has Jincheng already issued a notice?"

"No, I just thought of it." Qin Ming'an glanced at Su Qi nonchalantly.

Su Qi: "Huh..." After talking for so long, it was all just imagination? I'm so angry!

Talking did not delay Su Qi's work, and the Soul-Locking Formation was quickly carved.

Placing the carefully selected flying ant shell in the middle, Su Qi looked at Qin Mingan and Ou Shanshan, "Shall we begin?"

"Well. Xiao Ou, slowly separate yourself from the mental power in your body." Qin Ming'an directed Ou Shanshan and began to peel off the mental power that Ou Can attached to him.

Su Qi slowly sent these delicate mental powers into the flying ant shell, carefully cutting off a part of his own mental power to nourish Ou Can's crumbling soul.

"Okay. When this can move, ask a few questions that only you know to verify it." Su Qi patted the flying ant shell and said to Ou Shanshan.

Ou Shanshan held the flying ant and walked out.

Qin Mingan saw Ou Shanshan go out, turned around and asked Su Qi: "Where is the big portrait?"