Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 831 Refining Jade Marrow, Paying a Visit to Crimson Netherworld
"The Nascent Soul Realm!" You Xishan waved his hand to put away the Zhou Tian Bagua Diagram, his face filled with longing. "I wonder when I will be able to complete my Core Formation and break through to the Nascent Soul Realm."

Tian Quezi's deep eyes darkened. Xuan Yang Mountain had accumulated knowledge for thousands of years, with six generations of Great Masters passing on their knowledge, until Chi Meizi had a glimpse of the Dao.

Although You Xishan is exceptionally talented, his chances of reaching the Nascent Soul stage are slim...

Unless one obtains an extraordinary opportunity, the chances are extremely slim.

For a cultivator to reach the Nascent Soul True Monarch realm, opportunity, fortune, and talent are all indispensable. Successfully breaking through this realm makes one a hegemon, not only in the Great Yun region, but also in the Great Yu region, and even the entire Qiongzhou region, free to roam as one pleases.

The next generation of Xuan Yang Mountain consists of five people: Wu Hua, Zhang Hengyi, You Xishan, Fang Yi, and Xiao Changce.

He was pessimistic about whether even one or two people would achieve the Core Formation stage and break through to the Nascent Soul stage...

According to the plan of the Fifth Master of Xuanyang Mountain, the sixth generation of Great True Man is about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

If you lose, then all is lost.

If successful, the next Nascent Soul True Monarch will be cultivated by an eighth-generation cultivator.

After unifying the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World with the power of the Nascent Soul True Monarch, he began to cultivate the eighth generation of disciples.

Tian Quezi did not reveal the patriarch's dying wish, lest it dampen his disciple's resolve.

If it is the true lineage of the seventh generation, then the sect leaders and masters can break through the realm and condense the Nascent Soul.

There is also support from within the gate.

He pointed to the gate of Biyue Pavilion and continued speaking.

"Fang Yi defeated Ruan Xiang at Jiuquan Mountain, and Chi Mingzi of the White Bone Sect retreated. With three sects offering four thousand cultivators as sacrifices, the fortunes of the sect, Biyue Pavilion, and White Bone Sect became entangled."

The Burning Heart Glass Mirror left behind by the Zoroastrianism, with the help of the Azure Water Pavilion's fortune, can observe the myriad cultivators of the Great Cloud.

Currently, the three factions of Xuan Yang, Bi Shui, and Bai Gu Men are locked in a fierce struggle, though they have not yet reached their peak.

However, thanks to Fang Yi's great victory over the lowly maid of Biyue Pavilion, the sect's initiative has greatly increased.

Not only did Senior Brother Chi Mei begin his secluded cultivation, harmonizing his essence, energy, and spirit to prepare for breaking through to a higher realm.

And Xishan, you"

"After so much procrastination, it's time for a breakthrough!"

"I do owe a debt of gratitude to Junior Brother Fang Yi. If it weren't for his great victory over the Azure Water Pavilion, our sect would have prepared 1,300 cultivators as sacrifices."

Now it's better to break through ten years earlier.

On the awning boat, a scroll was turned, and oracle bone inscriptions, yin patterns, and talismans leaped up like fish. You Xishan clapped his hands and laughed.

"Please, Master, conceal this matter. This disciple has waited far too long for this day."

"This is simple!"

"Oh!"

Tian Quezi lightly tapped his dove-shaped staff, causing the illusory image to explode and transform into a shower of starlight. The Qiankun hexagrams then evolved, locking down the energy on the awning boat.

His hoarse, aged voice rang out, its echo lingering long afterward.

"Xishan, you have made a good breakthrough. I have other important matters to attend to and need to activate the contingency plans left by the ancestors of the past in Dayun."
"Make full preparations for the final battle..."

"Master Tianque..."

Yu Xishan watched Tian Quezi's disappearing figure, sighed softly, and his eyes darkened.

The Zoroastrianism has been passed down for thousands of years. Before the destruction of the Green Wood Palace, during the Blood Corpse Sect era, it had already established its lineage.

Even if it was planned by the patriarchs of past generations, how could the person who drove this plan remain unscathed?

"Zoroastrianism!"

A murderous glint appeared in his eyes, his hatred running deep.

"One day, all of this will be settled..."

In the Nine Springs Abyss, the sky was dark, and sparse starlight twinkled through the clouds.

In the vast expanse of water, jade stones of varying sizes, like ordinary pebbles, silently sank to the bottom of the lake.

Occasionally, a flash of spiritual light would appear, but it would be quickly captured by the cultivators using their nets.

The azure lake was crystal clear when a glimmer of light appeared, and someone exclaimed in surprise.

"This is?"

"Near-third-tier jade marrow?"

"This is mine; anyone who tries to stop me will die!"

"Bullshit! With Sect Leader Fang Yi's decree, the collection of spiritual items from the lake must not endanger lives..."

"mine!"

An elderly man with white hair, shirtless, jumped down.

Ignoring the argument, the cultivators steered their spirit boats and plunged into the lake to search for spiritual essence.

"Pfft!"

Water splashed everywhere, and Li Heng leaped up, holding the Vast Ocean Pearl in his hand, standing on the lake surface.

"Edict!"

He looked at the scrambling several miles away and shook his head slightly. Even if they were Daoist partners, they might turn against each other when faced with such an opportunity.

Besides, they're just fellow disciples...

He reached out and made a grasping motion, and streams of azure water surged in the lake. A bright moon was scooped up and transformed into a palm-sized piece of spiritual essence, which fell into his hand.

Feeling the smooth, jade-like texture, Li Heng smiled.

"As expected of a spiritual object specially entrusted by Master, this jade marrow has actually reached the third level!"
With this spiritual object, one can further refine one or two more magical seals upon one's natal treasure, thus increasing its power to an even higher level.

"Pfft!"

A huge column of water rose up, and a lithe figure leaped up. Huo Zhao was also holding a spirit ore the size of a millstone, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hehe, this large third-tier water-patterned jade is enough for me to refine my battle armor into a magic weapon."

As expected of the Biyue Pavilion's painstaking refinement, this top-grade magic weapon is truly a wonderful thing.

Even a damaged primordial force and accumulated spiritual veins can give rise to such a spiritual creature.

"Have you collected all the spirit items?"

A delicate blue lotus blooms silently, swaying with the ripples on the water.

Qin Yu, dressed in a black robe and wearing a five-lotus crown, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, stood tall and straight as he lifted his boots and stepped down from the lotus pod.

"I've met senior brother!"

Li Heng bowed respectfully, a heavy look appearing in his eyes. As a fellow Core Formation cultivator, he had only detected a trace of Qin Yu when Qin Yu was within ten feet of him.

If Qin Yu harbored ill intentions, this distance would be enough to severely injure him, or even kill him.

'It seems I must first refine a defensive magic weapon to make up for my weakness.'

"Greetings, Senior Brother!" Huo Zhao cupped his hands, a hint of fighting spirit rising in his eyes, but he immediately suppressed it.

This senior disciple usually keeps a low profile, but he already has some of the air of a master.

He was unwilling to suffer for his own good, and aside from the beating, he was of no use whatsoever.

"Now that the chalcedony and water-patterned jade have been collected, Master has issued a decree."

Qin Yu's sharp gaze swept over his two junior brothers, and he took out a formation diagram from his sleeve, speaking solemnly.

"Our master went into seclusion to practice his magic, and ordered the three of us to work together to set up the Jade Sand Yellow River Formation sent by Uncle Seven Precepts, which evolved into layers of magical restrictions."

To prevent the White Bone Sect and Azure Water Pavilion cultivators from making a comeback, Chi Mingzi was only repelled, not killed or dissipated.

Thinking of the secrets he had learned from his master over the past three days, Qin Yu's heart was filled with surging emotions that had not yet subsided.

He felt a strange sense of emotion.

The fact that a cultivator at the peak of Core Formation was hiding in Xuan Yang Mountain, aiming to break through to the next realm and refine a Nascent Soul, was truly a stroke of good fortune.

Although he had condensed the Azure Lotus Treasure Light Golden Elixir and his path to enlightenment was vast, he only harbored a slight longing for condensing the Nascent Soul.

But the chance of breaking through to a higher realm is almost zero...

The foundation of cultivating immortality lies in wealth, companions, methods, and location.

The cultivation world of Dayun was barren; it was a gray area that was cut off a thousand years ago to ease tensions with the demon race.

The fourth-tier inherited cultivation techniques have disappeared.

There are very few cultivators at the late Core Formation stage, let alone Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

Those who can condense a nascent soul are all exceptionally talented and blessed with great fortune.

Refining a high-grade elixir and producing a golden elixir is merely the most basic requirement.

But what if Chi Meizi breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage?

Qin Yu's eyes burned with desire. The difference between having a Nascent Soul True Monarch as a backer in a sect is like that between True Man Xuan Yang and the Huang family, who had been wiped out.

They are worlds apart.
He urged him on, his palm pulsating with magical power.

"Junior Brother Heng, Junior Brother Huo, hurry and lend a hand, lest you delay Master's important matter!"

"Wow!"

The Yellow River Formation Diagram slowly unfolded, and under Qin Yu's infusion of magic power, the yellow sand surged and transformed into streams of turbid water that swept outwards.

Seeing this, Huo Zhao and Li Heng exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

"Wow"

Yellow sand filled the sky, like an angry dragon rolling and surging, constantly heading towards the Jiuquan Abyss, which covered a hundred miles.

"It seems that Qingyangzi is still extracting spiritual essence. The Nine Springs Abyss is enough to hold him off for three years."

A gray veil unfolded to conceal his aura. Fei Xinyuan held the Thousand Soul Banner in his hand, his eyes reflecting the view of Baili Yuanhu being completely enveloped by the endless yellow sand.

"The Crimson Nether Old Monster is truly cunning, forcing Ruan Xiang to protect himself in the Azure Sea Town, while he completely escaped."
Everyone thought Fang Yi was the biggest winner in the battle at Jiuquan Mountain, but the old monster's gains were no less impressive.

Although much of the souls and flesh of the more than one thousand cultivators in the sect was lost, the remaining portion was enough for him to advance further in the art of poison and gu.

Thinking of Chi Mingzi, who had completely disappeared and was only contacted via a sound transmission talisman, Fei Xinyuan's eyes held a deep, melancholy. "Master Yuanhai, you were in seclusion breaking through to a higher realm, why did you hide it from me as well?"

"We have a deep bond as master and disciple, would I betray you?"

Suppressing his greed and regret, Fei Xinyuan waved his sleeve, and the gray concealing veil fell, completely obscuring his figure and aura.

"If I had known earlier that my master was in seclusion, I could have obtained many benefits from the Azure Water Pavilion, Xuan Yang Mountain, and the Nine-Bend Old Monster."
Pity.
"That old man is so wary of me."

The grey light drifted away and disappeared into the horizon.

A wisp of blood-red light emerged from the ground, transforming into Xue Chi, whose face was wicked and surrounded by scarlet spiritual light. He narrowed his eyes and greedily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"It's a pity that Chi Mingzi wouldn't let me make a move, otherwise a Core Formation cultivator would be a great tonic."

His gaze swept over the swirling yellow sands of the Nine Springs Abyss, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"It seems that Qingyangzi Fang Yi is truly held back by the precious jade marrow."

Chi Mingzi was ruthless enough to kill two birds with one stone: he severely damaged the power of Biyue Pavilion and completely tied down Xuan Yang Mountain.
Once he cultivates the poisonous Gu, the situation can be reversed immediately.

"These cultivators from major sects, even if they are not as talented as me, are still incredibly cunning."

Beneath the glistening skin of the blood-red teeth, crimson runes flowed, and the ancient tattoos spread continuously, instantly covering the entire body.

"Fortunately, I obtained the inheritance of the Blood Corpse Sect, a major Nascent Soul sect from thousands of years ago, while in Sudu Mountain, which activated my innate Dao body."
Golden Core?

Feeling the golden-red elixir circulating in his dantian, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"On my behalf, I will forge the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade and then test my knowledge with the cultivators of the Great Cloud Sect."

"Oh!"

The lingering sound faded away, the scarlet light vanished completely, and the blood-stained teeth disappeared without a trace.

A wisp of life rises, transforming into gnarled ancient trees, and amidst the swirling mist beneath them, a tall human figure is outlined.

A handsome cultivator, clad in a robe embroidered with the "Mountains and Rivers Transforming into Moon" technique, watched the crimson light depart. A smile played on his lips, his eyes gleaming with delight. "Interesting indeed."
"Besides Fei Xinyuan from the White Bone Sect, we also gained something unexpected this time."

Fang Yi reached out and grabbed a nearly vanished crimson aura, which fell into his hand and transformed into a pearl the size of a grain of rice.

He caressed the precious pearl, his divine sense and magical power covering it, transforming into a soft blue glow that continuously penetrated the pearl's core to investigate.

Lean less.

"really!
During our previous encounter, I was not mistaken; it truly was the aura of an innate Blood Soul Dao Body.
Bloodtooth acted cautiously and possessed at least two third-tier spiritual artifacts to conceal his aura.

"If they hadn't swallowed the bait I left on Mount Sudu, leaving a trace, even in the realm of life and death, decay and prosperity, it would have been difficult to find the slightest clue."

"After all, that's the Blood Soul Body, one of the top Dao Bodies in the Demonic Path."

Fang Yi's gaze was deep and mysterious as he sensed the white-haired cultivator from the Black and White Mystic Stone Mountain within his soul, and he murmured softly.

"If I had been able to find the Blood Spirit Root in my previous life and absorb its essence, I wouldn't have needed to risk my life to build a great tomb and perform the Taiyin Moon Worship Ritual."

"Let him rest for a while longer."
"To harvest such a powerful elixir as the Innate Blood Soul Dao Body at the early stage of Core Formation would be a huge waste."

"now.
"Imperial Edict!"

His body was filled with an ancient and simple aura, and a hexagonal rune appeared, with invisible sound waves sweeping over.

"The Secret Technique of the Supernatural: The True Method of Searching Heaven and Earth!"

"Buzz!"

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yi frowned slightly, looking at the unsuccessful secret technique, and murmured to himself.

"Is this excessive caution and concealment of your aura because you're worried I'll come looking for you?"

but"

"Having received news of cultivators Fei Xinyuan and Xuechi, Chi Mingzi, how long can you remain hidden?"

A precious banner appeared in his hand, growing larger in the wind and reaching a height of over ten feet in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yi sensed that deep underground, an ancient altar was emitting a scarlet aura. Beside the altar, spiritual energy was gathering, faintly about to transform into a piece of jade marrow.

"Buzz!"

Sensing the yearning of the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner, a spiritual light of withering and flourishing emanated from his hand, and he took a step forward.

"This 3rd-grade high-quality jade marrow that is about to take shape is precious. It is a rare spiritual object without any attributes. Only in the vast Great Cloud and Nine Springs Abyss could a piece of it be formed because of the self-destruction of the Azure Sea Town Yuan Ruler."
But are you going to hold me off for two years?

"Ah!"

The Nine Springs Abyss is a hundred feet deep underground.

Within the cave, which spans several acres, luminous pearls are inlaid on the dome, and a pool of crimson spiritual liquid churns in the center of the cave, with an ancient shamanic altar suppressing it.

'Young Xu, as expected, Xuan Yang Mountain had planned this all along. The four thousand cultivators who perished at Jiu Quan Mountain were nothing more than sacrifices.'

The bronze ring circulated his divine sense, and 'Old Chen's' expression became unusually solemn.

As a top-tier cultivator, he only considered a handful of people in this remote region of the Great Cloud Kingdom: Fang Yi, Xu Qingshe, Chi Mingzi, and Tian Quezi, and he looked down on them all.

But the magical restrictions on the altar deeply shocked him.

"The blood sacrifice of the three factions, which perfectly stirred up changes in the fortunes, shows that the strategist who made this move could not possibly be a third-tier expert."
"How could such a barren place as Dayun produce a grandmaster of the Heavenly Mystery Path?"

'Young Master Xu.'

"What are your instructions, Elder Chen?" Xu Qingshe asked, looking puzzled.

"Show your full talent in alchemy and attract the attention of Xuan Yang Mountain." Old Chen's eyes were deep and mysterious, and the phantom of an armored tortoise inexplicably appeared as he solemnly declared:
Just like your senior brother Fang Yi, he concealed the quality of his pills, revealed his cultivation level, and attracted Xuan Yang Mountain's investment.

The fact that a cultivator from the Heavenly Mystery Path who has reached the Grandmaster realm can lend his assistance means that a dragon is about to emerge from Xuan Yang Mountain.
Not like you, Fang Yi, or Chi Mingzi, who are still young dragons, but a great dragon that can grow large or small, rise or hide, and stir up the winds and clouds.

Old Chen suddenly came to his senses.

'I was wondering why Fang Yi, that armored Xuanwu, never does anything that doesn't pay off, was risking his life like this this time.'

It was already known that dragon scales were about to emerge from Xuan Yang Mountain!

"What a pity. If we had discovered this information sooner, we would have made sure you fought for the position of sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain no matter what."

"Old Chen, Senior Brother Fang is not a snob."

"Through two hundred years of cultivation, my senior brother has helped me many times. He is a man of upright character, a fact I know very well."

"Two hundred years of cultivation, and only a blind boy like you would think Fang Yi is a virtuous gentleman," Elder Chen said with disdain and disappointment. "Go ask Chi Mingzi, ask Ruan Xiang, and the four thousand cultivators who died in Jiuquan Mountain."
Some cultivators might consider Fang Yi a virtuous and upright gentleman?!

"Haha, Elder Chen, you're getting too attached to appearances." Xu Qingshe chuckled, conjuring a feng shui compass to gather spiritual energy from all directions. "People have varying degrees of closeness and distance. As for how Senior Brother Fang treats outsiders, I don't care."

Even though he killed countless people, four thousand cultivators perished because of him, and the resentment in Jiuquan Mountain soared to the sky, with rivers of blood flowing.

But what does that have to do with me?
What does this have to do with my friendship with Senior Brother Fang?

"All the Green Snake needs to know is that Senior Brother Fang has saved me time and time again and has never wronged me. That's enough."

"As for outsiders?"
If it weren't for Senior Brother Fang, it would have been fine if he had stepped in to help.

"If it involves Senior Brother Fang, then let him die!"

Xu Qingshe stroked the bronze ring, his eyes gleaming with sharpness.

"Old Chen, the Soul Pearl and Soul Essence you used to restore your soul were extremely popular and of dubious origin. Could you have fooled me?"

"They're just outsiders."

"Ha!" Old Chen chuckled in a low voice. 'I almost forgot, the fact that you, Xu boy, are hanging around with Fang Yi means you're no good at all.'

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

Footsteps approached from outside the cave. Fang Yi, dressed in a robe that seemed to transform mountains and rivers into the moon, slowly stepped into the cave.

Gazing at the feng shui compass spinning above the Blood Shaman Altar, generating Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches runes, drawing spiritual power and pouring it into the misty aura above the altar, he spoke:

"Green Snake, when will this jade marrow be refined into its final form? I have important matters to attend to and will need this jade marrow."

"We cannot linger too long in the Abyss of the Dead."

Xu Qingshe did not delve into the matter at hand. After a moment of contemplation, he tapped his fingertip.

"Tick! Tick!"

In the feng shui compass, the golden pointer danced, and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches of Jia, Yi, Bing, Wu, Geng, and Xin were coated with a layer of golden light, drawing in the source of spiritual energy from all directions, which swirled and poured into the altar.

"Three days."

Xu Qingshe spoke.

"After my journey through Lishan, where I studied Feng Shui and underwent numerous trials in inauspicious locations, I have reached a new level and entered the lower third rank."

The ability to manipulate the changes in feng shui terrain increases several times over.

With the Blood Witch Altar set up early to suppress and extract the essence of the spiritual vein, this top-grade jade marrow will be formed in just three days.

"Three days?"

Fang Yi made a few quick calculations and vaguely sensed a faint aura emanating from the west.

He nodded slightly. The jade marrow, which should have taken two years to form, was shortened to three days with the help of the Blood Witch Platform and Xu Qingshe's feng shui techniques.

Once the jade marrow is refined into the Withered and Flourishing Small Grotto, the Dao of the Universe will evolve and transform into a deathmatch cage.
"In that case, I'll trouble Junior Brother Xu to take care of it."

Seven days later, at Jiuquan Mountain, thousands of miles away.

Scattered throughout the caves and desolate mountains, lush green locust trees form forests. A thumb-thick iron-backed centipede, its limbs undulating, emerges from the ground, drawing in a sliver of moonlight from the sky.

The slumbering barren mountains were awakened. One after another, poisonous insects emerged from the dried-up riverbeds, the rotten wood, and the cracks in the rocks, either breathing in the moonlight and yin energy or hunting their own kind.

Within a quarter of an hour, the entire desolate mountain was enveloped in a colorful poisonous fog.

"laugh!"

The thick-soled boots landed, crushing a black spider with a spiky tail. In the blink of an eye, a scarlet light shield rose, turning the swarming venomous insects into a pulp.

"Brother Chi Mingzi, Xue Chi has come to pay his respects as promised."

"Greetings?"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The venomous insects writhed, transforming into a sinister face, and Chi Mingzi's eyes gleamed with greed. "I never imagined that among the rogue cultivators of the Great Cloud, there would be a Blood Dao Spirit Body who has formed a Core."
This is a wonderful surprise!
"Since Bloodtooth has come, let it stay!"

The colorful poisonous miasma rolled from the desolate mountains, transforming into a giant hand that lunged towards Blood Red.

"Chi Mingzi!"

Xue Chi's face was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the churning, sweet-smelling poisonous miasma.

'The Thousand Cocoon Jar wasn't activated, and Chi Mingzi didn't use his full strength. It seems that the Blood Corpse Pearl provides sufficient protection to conceal his Blood Soul Dao Body, allowing him to disguise himself as one of the other Blood Dao Spirit Bodies.'

'In that case, I'm relieved; we can begin.'

His eyes hardened, and with a change in his fingertips, a scarlet pearl flew out.

"burst!"

"boom!"

A crimson aura swept across the area, and poisonous insects fell one after another. In an instant, the faces that the insects had crawled into collapsed completely, transforming into centipedes, toads, flies, spiders, and other poisonous creatures that fled.

"Um?"

Watching the crimson light disappear into the horizon, Chi Mingzi, clad in a bright red robe and with a sinister expression, calmly walked away from the depths of the cave.

He reached out and made a grasping motion, and a wisp of pure magical power fell into his hand like a ribbon.

"This magic power is viscous and carries the essence of the Blood Dao?"
"There is a problem with the Blood Tooth Pill."

"So be it. He's just a Core Formation cultivator. Once I've nurtured the Yuan Jinchan, let alone Xue Chi and Fang Yi, even if Tian Quezi comes here, we'll still have to fight to the death."

"who!"

Chi Mingzi's expression suddenly changed. With a wave of his hand, a ghostly white bone swordfish swam out, spitting out a pale white sword light as it slashed down.

"High-grade sword?"

A deep, magnetic voice rang out, and a delicate branch, swaying in the wind, transformed into a long whip and lashed down.

"Oh!"

The sound of the explosion echoed, and poisonous insects on the barren mountain burrowed into the ground, trembling.

"This Yin Soul White Bone Sword, isn't it in Yuan Hai's hands?" A swirling azure mist transformed into a rainbow bridge, and Fang Yi, ancient banner in hand, his robes fluttering, arrived, stepping on the moonlight. "It seems Fellow Daoist Chi Mingzi held back quite a bit back at Nine Springs Mountain."

"Qingyangzi Fang Yi?"

Chi Mingzi's eyes were sinister, and his sharp gaze fell down as if he wanted to pierce a hole in flesh and blood.

"Qingyangzi, how did you manage to track me here?"

"That's all."

He gripped the seven-foot-long sword with his thin, bony fingers, twirled it with a flourish, and a greedy glint appeared in his eyes.

"The Yin Soul White Bone Sword, as the sect's treasured artifact, is ranked as a superior-grade weapon. If our predecessors could refine it into a superior-grade magic weapon, why can't I?"

"Fang Yi, do you really think I lost the battle at Jiuquan Mountain?"
However, since I didn't have the chance to capture you alive to feed the spirit insects, I'll take a step back.

"Now, you have walked right into this insect lair, your own trap."

"It's truly heaven's help!"

"Zheng!"

A pale white sword light slashed out, transforming into a thin thread.

"Refining swords into silk?"

Fang Yi raised an eyebrow, tossed the precious banner in his hand, and chuckled.

"Coincidentally, I was not quite satisfied with my battle at Jiuquan Mountain."

...

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(End of this chapter)