must have had a significant history.Let me know if you have other text you'd like translated!Most of the large monsters in the Xiaohan domain are gathered in Tianyaochu, the western demon domain. Coul...With lightning speed, Chinese domains can be reached with one click. When pain struck, Qin Sang was not alarmed but rather delighted.
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From the Divine Fire Calamity to the Shining Gold Sword Cave, and then to the Dragon Transformation Pool.
In just a few decades, Qin Sang has undergone three washes of marrow and bone, enduring pain that ordinary people couldn't bear.
Otherwise, his Tian Yao Lian Xing cultivation technique wouldn't have progressed so rapidly.
The spirit liquid of the Huolongchi seemed to contain a mysterious power. Externally, it didn't feel anything special, but once it entered Qin Sang's body, a dramatic change occurred. He felt bolts of lightning coursing through his limbs and bones, surging into his marrow and meridians, penetrating his internal organs. Wherever they passed, an unbearable pain followed.
His bones connected with a series of cracking sounds, his blood surging violently. His skin turned crimson red, and in an instant, his vital energy surged outward, forming a dense cloud of bloody mist that merged with the spiritual mist in the pool.
At the border, blood mist and spirit mist strangely merged, creating a bizarre sight. The blood mist then rolled back in and poured back into Qin Sang's body.
Thus, it goes back and forth endlessly.
Every time his blood circulated, Qin Sang felt the pain in his body lessen slightly, as if there was a brief respite.
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But the good times didn't last. The recovery speed was far outpaced by the destruction speed. While the Huolongchi Spirit Liquid might not be as intense as the Yaokin Sword Cave, it was most suitable for the Jiao Long bloodline. Moreover, it surged instantly without leaving any room to breathe. Only a Jiao Dragon's body could withstand such an impact.
If things continue like this, Qin Sang will probably be forced to leave Chi. The ancient prohibition in the Chi Palace only allows for this one opportunity.
The Dragon King guarded the edge of the Transformation Pond. Seeing Qin Sang trembling uncontrollably, he stroked his beard and chuckled.
A smile just began to form, then froze on his face.
The Dragon King stared intently at Qin Sang, and with a tremor of his body, he released an aura of pure demonic energy. A blue light flashed behind him as he opened a pair of azure wings.
He almost clenched his mustache, looking doubtful and uncertain.
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Then, an even more astonishing scene appeared. An inexplicable aura gathered above Qin Sang's head, and after a moment, a phantom of a blue phoenix materialized. It was lively and agile, with a slender body, azure feathers like forged steel, and an extraordinarily magnificent appearance.
A phantom appeared, and the spiritual mist seemed to fear it, retreating outwards.
The Dragon King didn't know that it was the celestial bird Qingluan in Qin Sang's form. He thought it was just Qin Sang's surging blood energy manifesting an illusion, which wasn't uncommon among demon clans. However, he couldn't fathom why his blood energy would manifest as a Qingluan.
Look at it a few more times, but something feels off.
The Dragon King's complexion changed drastically, and he suddenly remembered a legend from his clan. He was greatly shocked by the tremor of his heart.
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"What about the Dharma"
Although Qin Sang's head-mounted Qingluan was ethereal and blurry, its outline wasn't very clear, not even a faint shadow. Judging by his actions, he still couldn't control it.
It does seem a bit like the family legend!
With Qin Sang's cultivation, it was impossible to condense a Dharma body. Moreover, he was clearly human.
The Dragon King instinctively wanted to take two steps forward to get a closer look, but suddenly felt the Spirit Pool beneath his feet tremble. He looked down and couldn't help but be shocked.
A whirlpool appeared in the pool of spiritual liquid at some point, and an irresistible force emanated from Qin Sang's body, like a bottomless pit, greedily sucking the spiritual liquid into his body. The water level dropped at a visible rate, and even the spiritual mist thinned considerably.
In the blink of an eye, a burst of laughter echoed through the air. A beam of azure light shot out from Huolong Pool, leaving only a thin layer of spiritual liquid behind.
Qin Sang sprouted dual wings on his back, keeping his Dharma form and landed beside the Dragon King. He bowed respectfully and said with a smile, "Thank you for your generous offering of treasures from your clan's pool. This poor cultivator needs to retreat immediately. These spirits will be kept by your clan first. Once your friend finds the treasure, please send it along together."
Without waiting for the Dragon King's reply, Qin Sang eagerly left the Dragon Ancestor's lair and returned to the Dharma Boat.
The Dragon King's face was gloomy, staring at the jade box in front of him, with no hint of joy. Finally, he let out a long sigh and collected his sleeves.
With so much of the Dragon Pool's essence collected at once, the clan's strength would inevitably be affected. He could only comfort himself by saying that, with Qin Sang's mediation, there shouldn't be any wars for the next few hundred years.
Qin Sang returned to the boat and sat cross-legged in meditation.
It's not that I'm afraid the Jiao clan will go back on their word, but after absorbing so much spiritual liquid, I must immediately adjust my breath.
At the last moment, he was filled with joy and mimicked the Dharma form to activate the Azure Phoenix Thunder Force, drawing in the spirit liquid from the pool. Unexpectedly, it actually worked! Right now, he's using the Dharma form to confine the spirit liquid.
“Unexpectedly, Fa Xiang has such wonders. I need to take some time to carefully ponder them…”
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Several months later.
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The Dragon King once again boarded the Dharma Boat, presenting Qin Sang with a jade box. Inside were treasures that could help him cultivate. The Dragon Clan couldn't produce this many on their own; some came from other tribes, but after being refined by him, they inevitably benefited Qin Sang.
He wished to see Qin Sang in person, but Qin Sang was currently too busy. He sent a clone to take a look and bowed respectfully. "Thanks for your concern, Daoist friend. I've been bothering you for many days, so it's best for me to leave now. Farewell."
Having said that, the dharma ship shuddered and surged away, cleaving through waves.
From the ancestral land of the Jiao Clan heading east, one can reach Tianwu Island.
Now the Witch Clan can only hold onto this Heavenly Witch Island. They are surrounded by demon troops, and almost all of the Witch Clan cultivators dare not leave the island, as if they were in a cage.
As we approach the Isle of Celestial Witches.
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Qin Sang finally left the pass, feeling his own body internally, and was astonished in his heart.
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In the spirit liquid, what was originally thought to be useless and possibly needing to be forced out of his body, that unknown energy, almost none of it dissipated. It was all refined and absorbed by him. Even the Jiao clan couldn't do this!
It must be the credit of the Qingluan Dharma Form.
This way, without having to wait for all the spiritual liquid to be absorbed, you can directly attack the late stage of the fourth layer!
Practicing diligently step by step is truly no match for amassing resources from all realms to strengthen oneself.
It's a pity that the superior town spirit incense is missing some key herbs. After searching both realms, I only found one. Gathering all the ingredients for the full formula won't be easy.
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"I hope the Wu clan can give me some surprises..."
Having calculated the distance, Qin Sang put away the Dharma Boat and his avatar. He shook his right arm's Xuan sleeve.
Zhuque was unwilling to return to the Qianjun Bracelet. He could only keep the Sun God Tree in his sleeve. Fortunately, Zhuque could control it somewhat, preventing its energy from leaking out and being detected by those with ill intentions. He didn't have to worry about concealing it.
He stealthily passed through the demon clan's defenses and climbed onto Tianwu Island.
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Tianwu Island's layout remained largely unchanged from centuries ago. Qin Sang felt a sense of things being different yet the same. After a while, he arrived at a hall and saw an elderly shaman approaching. Upon seeing Qin Sang produce the token, he knelt down immediately and said, "This humble one greets the envoy."
Though he hails from the Wu clan, he is a spy for the Si Sheng Gong.
"Has anyone found him" Qin Sang asked.
The old man nodded repeatedly, "The only remaining descendant of the Black Snake lineage is hiding on the island to cultivate in seclusion. Although he has concealed his origins, it cannot escape my watchful eyes. I have been dispatching people to keep an eye on him."
Qin Sang did not say much, asked for the address, and then disappeared.
In a courtyard within the city, a young man in black robes was meditating cross-legged. Suddenly, he sensed something amiss. He opened his eyes to see that someone had appeared before him at some point, but the surrounding restrictions hadn't reacted at all.
The young man was taken aback and hurriedly drew a long sword, holding it across his chest. "Who are you"
"Are you a true disciple of the Black Serpent Ancestor" Qin Sang stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him.
The young man, as if expecting this, gave a wry smile.
After the disappearance of Patriarch Heisha, the Heishua Mountain lineage fell into decline, and even their sect was taken away by others.
This is also related to Qin Sang. The Black Snake Ancestor's true disciples were almost all killed by him, including his most beloved eldest disciple.
Although Heishen Ancestor later took in some more disciples, truly outstanding and talented individuals were not easy to find. While he was alive, he could still hold things together, but after his death, the Heishen Mountain lineage rapidly declined. They were attacked on their mountain gate, and the survivors became destitute.
Had it not been for the fact that the Black Snake Ancestor had few enemies in his lifetime and the Witch Clan was plagued by internal and external strife, those Yuan Ying ancestors wouldn't have cared about them, and their lineage would probably have been extinguished long ago.
On Tianwu Island, private fighting is forbidden. The surviving disciples came here to hide, but they couldn't escape the war between the three clans. People died on the battlefield constantly, and their numbers dwindled day by day, leaving only one young man.
I thought that after hundreds of years, the past storm had passed and he had relaxed a little.
Unexpectedly, he was visited by someone. Looking at the visitor's demeanor, it was likely a powerful Yuan Ying ancestor. What rules could possibly apply to such a person If the other party killed him, would the great shaman avenge him
The young man, knowing he was certain to die, found a ferociousness in his desperation. He clutched his spirit blade tightly, hardened his resolve, and swore to fight with everything he had.
Qin Sang ignored him and shot a beam of light from his right hand, asking, "Have you ever seen this"
The young man was taken aback, and upon closer inspection, he saw a round stone platform. He had never seen anything like it before, yet it felt strangely familiar. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.
Qin Sang saw that his expression was different, and said: "Tell me everything you know."
Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be here for revenge, the young man hurriedly knelt down in a show of respect, not daring to hide anything. "Reporting to your senior, my junior had heard my master casually mention this matter before. Back then, my ancestor ordered his disciples to find half a stone platform similar to this one. It was said to be an ancient treasure that fell from the sacred Mount Wu Shen. The Shaman Chief and elders were also searching for it. My master also personally instructed us not to make a noise about it. But my junior is of low status, unsure of the truth..."
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When the Seven Kills Palace broke through the barrier and ascended, many powerful witches were trapped inside the main hall, being torn to shreds by spatial storms, and the Black Snake Ancestor was one of them.
The Black Snake Ancestor died in the Seven Kills Hall, leaving no relics or even a single word behind. The young man searched his mind but couldn't figure out what happened. Afraid of angering Qin Sang, he hurriedly took out all the sect scriptures he had brought and presented them to Qin Sang for careful perusal.
After scouring through countless books, Qin Sang looked up at the direction of the Transmission Hall, lost in thought: "Wushen Mountain..."
The young man knelt on the ground, daring not to raise his head for a long time. When he finally did, he found that there was no one in the room. His heart relaxed, and he collapsed onto the floor, his entire body soaked in cold sweat.
Outside the Hall of Heavenly Transmission.
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Qin Sang did not conceal his identity. His sleeves fluttered as he gracefully ascended the stairs.
The guards were about to stop him when they were suddenly reprimanded. Then, three streaks of light descended from the sky, each carrying an elder of the Witch Clan. They glanced at Qin Sang, their faces filled with surprise, and quickly knelt down in greeting: "Greetings, True Lord Qin."
These days, both humans and demons have been very active. Their movements are not hidden from the eyes and ears of others, and the Four Sacred Palaces have also sent people to inform us.
No one knew when Qin Sang had arrived. The elders of Wuzhen Mountain had been stationed here long ago.
Qin Sang swept his gaze across the area, but he didn't see Old Demon Fang.
A elder bowed and said, “The Great Shaman is setting a banquet on Mount Wushen to welcome Your Majesty's arrival.”
Three elders surrounded Qin Sang like the stars around the moon as they sent him to Wushen Mountain together.
Stepping out of the teleportation hall, Qin Sang saw a group of Witch Clan Yuan Ying waiting before the hall. Leading them was a wizened old man in a dark robe. At first glance, Qin Sang could tell that he was a transformed spirit body, with a spiritual cicada residing in his brain palace.
The spirit cicada's body was crystal clear like jade, its thin wings dotted with starlight.
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Star-winged cicada!
Qin Sang's memory of that scene was still fresh, and he secretly thought, could this old man be the original appearance of Fang Lao Mo
"Having seen Lord Qin Zhenjun, Fang is far from welcoming, and disrespectful! Disrespectful!"
Now that he was a revered Grand Shaman, Fang Lao Mo took a step forward, bowed respectfully, and looked at Qin Sang with a complex expression in his eyes.
His manner and demeanor were just like ordinary people. Unless someone with Qin Sang's sharp eyes, it would be nearly impossible to notice anything unusual.
Qin Sang secretly sized up Elder Fang, observing that his aura was no weaker than a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Unexpectedly, after losing a natal worm gu, his cultivation hadn't diminished but had instead increased.
He can now shapeshift, perhaps his cultivation has advanced greatly and he has learned some kind of divine ability. Could it be that in the future he will even be able to reshape his physical body
Looking at the calm and composed elder before him, Qin Sang couldn't help but be surprised. Recalling the first time they met, Old Mo was defiant and unruly. When human cultivators heard his name, they turned pale with fear. Even the powerful shaman of the witch clan couldn't control him.
It seems that Lao Mo Fang, this great shaman, is not just a name. Qin Sang had also heard Bao Zhengnan and others discuss Lao Mo Fang. He presided over the Shaman Clan and several times saved them from disaster. He can be said to have dedicated himself wholeheartedly and acted impartially.
The Wu clan has suffered numerous calamities. They have managed to survive until today thanks to the efforts of Old Demon Fang.
The Great Shaman had wagered his life, and finally moved this person.
On second thought, Qin Sang returned the greeting and said, "You and I are considered old acquaintances. We've shared hardships in the past, Fang Daoist, why so many formalities"
"Indeed, Fang and the True Immortal can be considered old acquaintances. It's a rare delight that the True Immortal still remembers me..."
Old Fang sighed with regret.
When Bao Zhengnan received the message, he thought back for a moment before remembering who this person was.
At first, he didn't look down on Qin Sang at all. Back then, Qin Sang hadn't even reached the Yuan Ying stage, so how could he be in his eyes
Who could have imagined, that as time passed and the world changed, among these younger generations, Bao Zhengnan would stand equal to him, let alone surpass him. This person has now soared above him, reaching the realm countless cultivators dream of, living a carefree life in the world.
“Such a gifted person, truly blessed by Heaven... It’s laughable that someone like me back then was blind to such talent..."
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Lao Mo shook his head and smiled wryly, stepping aside slightly. "Fang has prepared some turbid wine, but I fear it's unworthy of the True Monarch's eyes."
Qin Sang bowed politely.
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It's a light drizzle.
The Transmission Hall is located below the halfway point of the mountain. Above it lies the forbidden area of the Witch Clan, the residence of the Great Shaman. Even members of the Witch Clan require permission to enter.
Qin Sang intentionally observed the Wushen Mountain, not taking flight. Fang Lao Mo and the others had no choice but to follow him step by step, ascending the steps.
Raindrops hit the leaves, making a crackling sound, a refreshing and natural scene.
Qin Sang looked up at the sky. The summit of Wushen Mountain was shrouded in dark clouds, while outside it had already turned night, but the mountain itself shone brightly like daylight.
The sky within a radius of a hundred li was shrouded in dark clouds. Thunder and lightning danced wildly, silver snakes darted about, with terrifying bolts of lightning flashing every moment. The sound of thunder was blocked by the mountain's restrictions, just like when Qin Sang first met him.
He had heard the legends of Wuzhen Mountain before. The mountain was revered as a sacred mountain by the Wu clan, with clouds and thunder perpetually present. Wu clan cultivators believed it to be a divine manifestation of the Wu god.
Qin Sang sensed that the dark clouds and thunder here were ordinary celestial phenomena, seemingly nothing unusual. But this was precisely what was most abnormal!
The Divine Realm is not a place of abundant moisture, and ordinary clouds would not persist indefinitely.
He glanced at Fang Laomo, noticing the crowd of people around. Not wanting to draw attention, he decided to wait until after the banquet to inquire further.
Upon entering the grand banquet hall, guests were seated according to their rank. Attendants gracefully brought out trays of exotic fruits and nectarous wine.
Qin Sang had drunk a few cups and, getting to the point, said, "My humble intention is for all of you to know."
The high-ranking members of the Wu clan all put down their jade cups and sat solemnly, looking grave.
Elder Mo said in a deep voice: "Lord Bao had sent a secret letter. We know a little about it, but there are many details we don't understand. Please enlighten us, True Monarch."
Qin Sang nodded and explained everything.
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