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Chapter 237 The Golden Cocoon Cleanses the Abyss, Riding the Yellow Spring to Restore Heavenly Light [Two-in-One]

Tang Hao clearly sensed a strange spiritual fluctuation, extremely faint, ethereal yet perfectly fitting, emanating from the unconscious Feng Mingyue.

Like the most instinctive cry of a newborn baby, it guides the holy water and soothes the rampant filth around it.

It's the bloodline of Chenghuang! Tang Hao immediately understood.

The remaining holy water resonated with Feng Mingyue's bloodline essence, spontaneously beginning to heal her and establishing a faint domain that temporarily isolated her from the most direct pollution.

He felt reassured and immediately sat down cross-legged next to the golden amber cocoon.

With his hands still pressed against the edge of the pool, he maintained the maximum output of the [Great Sun Glazed Light], forming an even larger golden light shield that enveloped the entire Holy Water Hollow and Feng Mingyue.

The golden aura is not only for resisting external filth and erosion, but it is more like a furnace.

Actively emanating from the holy spring water, especially from the impure energy overflowing from the depths of the spring.

Forcibly stripping away and extracting those thin, uncontaminated positive energies, or rather, the other half of the pure energy that constitutes the filthy energy, which is not distorted.

This was a thrilling attempt to steal fire!
The purification process is still ongoing.

The filth from the outside world continued to violently assault the golden light shield.

Meanwhile, Tang Hao's "Eight Primordial Scenery True Scripture" was also operating wildly, eagerly absorbing the yang energy overflowing from the holy spring.

Naturally, notification messages kept popping up above the field of view.

Upon seeing this, he quickly wiped the edge of the [Primordial Holy Water] that was wrapping Feng Mingyue.

As fellow possessors of the Chenghuang bloodline, [Primordial Holy Water] was extremely gentle towards Tang Hao.

He successfully placed the advertisement in the ad slot, and only after confirming that the holy water in the recess might not be enough did he feel at ease clicking on each ad to watch.

There's not much to say about the video of Yang energy; I already watched it once before when [Great Sun Lapis Lazuli Light] was undergoing its transformation.

Both Yin and Yang are mysterious and profound things; he couldn't even replicate that scene with words or illusions.

Tang Hao wasn't sure if it was because his current Core Formation level was too low, or if his comprehension was truly that poor.

However, he doesn't seem to care at the moment.

What truly concerned him, and somewhat disappointed him, was that the yang energy gained from receiving rewards could indeed be channeled into the Nightmare Kingdom, but...

Eight streams of yang energy were sent down in succession, but they were like mud oxen entering the sea, without making a ripple.

"It's fortunate that what I transformed into earlier was the [Great Sun Glazed Light]. If I had relied on the Nightmare Kingdom, I probably wouldn't have heard a sound." Tang Hao couldn't help but shake his head.

After a little thought, he roughly understood the crux of the problem.

The Nightmare Throne took eighteen streams of Yin energy to form.

Not to mention the subsequent battle against the army of "Skin Thieves," during which he absorbed a massive amount of Yin energy through the crystal bubbles.

All things considered, it would be a miracle if a mere eight streams of yang energy could cause changes in the Nightmare Kingdom.

After all, even if the Nightmare Kingdom is small, it is still a star.

Tang Hao had been misled by his past experiences with various magical transformations, and now he naturally realized: 'Perhaps the amount of yang energy and yin energy needs to be matched for a real change to be seen.'

This is not something that can be done overnight.

'Now that the Chenghuang bloodline has been revealed, and given Feng Mingyang's connection, the Hufeng clan shouldn't refuse if it's just a matter of taking some yang energy from the spring. Hmm... just touching it without taking anything is fine too.'

In any case, the "Eight Views of Primordial Chaos True Scripture" has no limit to absorbing yang energy, as long as it is also balanced with yin energy. By protecting Feng Mingyue's skills, he can obtain a sufficient share.

Having made up his mind, Tang Hao stopped worrying about the yang energy, paid attention to Feng Mingyue's situation, and then clicked on the last video of the day.

A moment later, after watching the video, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

'This so-called "Primordial Holy Water" seems to be a mixture of the essence of Cheng Huang and Ji Liang's flesh and blood, along with medicinal liquid and concentrated holy spring water.'

It turns out that the gray-black boulder used to build the altar was actually made from the corpses of several divine beasts, combined with hundreds of medicinal or mineral materials.

No wonder the stubborn clan elder and the white-bearded elder were so resistant to outsiders stepping onto the altar.

Without the sense of urgency brought about by Feng Mingyue's depleted life force, and having clearly sensed the unusual movement of the [Mysterious Turtle Concentration Technique] pointing directly to the root of his bloodline, Tang Hao began to understand them somewhat.

This thing is indeed extremely precious to the Hufeng clan, especially to the royal family who possess the bloodline of Chenghuang.

'It's a pity... I have to save the [Primordial Holy Water] I received as a reward, in case Feng Mingyue doesn't have enough.' Tang Hao was also puzzled as to why he cared so much about this woman.

Is it really just because he obtained his Chenghuang bloodline from the other party?
Tang Hao was filled with deep doubt.

After a long while, having come to no avail and feeling utterly exhausted, he finally realized that Feng Mingyue was unharmed and that the [Primordial Holy Water] wouldn't run out so quickly.

Maintaining the protective shield of the Great Sun Glazed Light, he diverted his attention to circulating and activating it to absorb more Yang energy.

He slowly closed his eyes, diverting a sliver of his attention to maintain the external golden light shield and the output of the [Great Sun Glazed Light].

Most of his consciousness sank into his dantian, slowly circulating his energy according to the "Eight Primordial Scenes True Scripture," absorbing the relatively pure and active yang energy stirred by the yin-yang conflict deep within the sacred spring.

At the same time, it was also restoring its depleted Primordial Golden Core and Sword Core, repairing the minor damage to its meridians.

The two golden pills rotated slowly like a tai chi symbol, nourishing each other. Under immense external pressure, they even showed a tendency to become more stable and harmonious.

at the same time.

Beyond the sacred spring water.

Time slowly passed in anxious waiting.

Every minute and every second was torture for the people on the shore.

Feng Mingyang stood by the pool like a javelin, his gaze fixed on the turbid, churning water.

It seemed as if it wanted to penetrate the bottomless filth and see its sister's condition.

His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Underneath his newly changed robes, the huge wound on his waist and abdomen still throbbed faintly, but it was nothing compared to the anxiety in his heart.

Each violent surge of the water made his heart leap into his throat.

Even with his vast Nascent Soul stage divine sense sweeping across the water's surface, he could only sense the fierce clash between the two powerful forces below, as well as the presence of Tang Hao's blazing golden light, but he couldn't clearly perceive his sister's specific condition.

This unknown fear made him even more uneasy than when he was facing the Skin Thief.

Yan Yumin stayed by Bai Jue's side.

He was using a jade medicine spoon to scoop out purplish-red ointment from a porcelain bottle and apply it evenly to Bai Jue's broken leg.

Then, gently wash the wound with pure water magic.

Although the thin frost on Bai Jue's severed leg had long since melted away, the ointment and magic power had stopped the bleeding.

Her pale, alluring face was furrowed with worry. No matter how gentle and careful Yan Yumin's movements were, she could not erase the immense pain emanating from her wounds.

Every so often, once the ointment has been fully absorbed and refined, Yan Yumin would scoop out some more and repeat the previous steps.

It was only because everyone's attention was focused on the sacred spring that it was easy to see that Bai Jue's legs were regrowing piece by piece.

The pain during this process is no less than that when the leg was broken.

Even so, the two of them kept an eye on the movements of the sacred spring, their eyes filled with concern.

Especially Bai Jue, with her keen and insightful perception, she keenly captured what was beneath the surface of the water.

Although the collision between the two extremely yin and extremely yang forces was intense, it seemed to have reached a delicate balance. Tang Hao's aura, though greatly depleted, remained as stable as a rock.

What reassured her even more was that Feng Mingyue's life force, which had been so faint as to be almost extinguished, had not been extinguished in this fierce battleground.

Instead, like grass in the wind, it stubbornly takes root and seems to be absorbing some nutrients, recovering at an extremely slow pace.

This discovery eased her tension a little.

She whispered the discovery to Feng Mingyang, and his stiff and tense body finally relaxed a little, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes.

Those surviving elders of the Wind Clan held their breath in concentration.

Especially after drying in the wind, he slumped listlessly in a corner, staring blankly at the water.

Feng Mingyang's accusation of "murdering the saintess" was like a knife, shattering his decades-long beliefs.

He couldn't understand why adhering to ancestral teachings would lead to such a terrible result.

A profound sense of self-doubt and desolation enveloped him.

The oppressive silence that filled the air was finally broken by soft murmurs after Bai Jue's words.

The Nascent Soul cultivator with a thick beard who had sided with Feng Mingyang during the previous dispute over ancestral precepts was named Feng Lie. He was Feng Mingyang's father's old friend.

Looking at the water, Feng Lie spoke first.

His tone was filled with deep emotion and doubt: "That Tang Hao... his displayed Chenghuang bloodline cannot be faked. What is this person's true identity?"

As a witness to the power struggle within Ji Liang's lineage, he risked his life to let the Feng siblings go not only because they were close friends with their father, Feng Xu, but also for another important reason.

That is, Feng Mingyang and Feng Mingyue are the only two survivors of the Chenghuang bloodline. Feng Lie really did not want to see the Chenghuang lineage die out, so he used every means to let the two go.

The Chenghuang lineage differs from the Jiliang lineage. Due to their small population, the birth, aging, illness, and death of each bloodline member are meticulously recorded in the ancestral hall and genealogy.

As for what happened back then, not only he, but nearly half of the Nascent Soul cultivators present could confirm that, apart from the Feng siblings, no other members of the Chenghuang bloodline survived.

'Could it be... no, if it really is one of their children, why would they address each other as fellow Daoist? There must be something strange about this!' Feng Lie frowned deeply.

"good,"

Beside the white-bearded old man, an old woman with a weathered face—the Wind Granny—slowly nodded and spoke. She had once been one of the guardians of the sacred spring.

"The bloodline of Chenghuang is a legacy of ancient divine beasts. It is impossible for bloodlines that are not directly descended from our clan to be so pure."

Her cloudy old eyes looked at Feng Mingyang: "The amber flames of blood energy burning on his body are a sign of bloodline resonance after being refined and purified to the limit."

"I thought he was your son, but he has the surname Tang and calls you a fellow Daoist. Tell me, what's going on?" Granny Feng's words showed no respect for the clan leader.

Clearly, compared to ordinary members of the Wind Clan, it was not an easy task for Feng Mingyang to gain the support of these Nascent Soul elders.

Feng Mingyang understood this as well. Although his brows furrowed involuntarily, he had no choice but to reveal Tang Hao's identity, even if doing so would slightly damage the prestige of his new clan leader.

Bai Jue and Yan Yumin were, after all, outsiders, and also members of the Qinghua Sect or those with deep ties to it, so it was indeed inappropriate for them to speak at this time.

Just as he was about to speak, another voice rang out first.

He couldn't help but turn his head in surprise, only to find Feng Bohan standing next to Ji Liang.

'As the youngest son of the former clan leader, and having a contract with Ji Liang, this boy's identity is indeed more suitable for being the introducer. Clever!' A hint of appreciation flashed in Feng Mingyang's eyes.

Without any reservations, he immediately fell silent, though he was also pondering the true nature of Tang Hao's bloodline.

“Young Master Tang is a true disciple of the Qinghua Sect in the Cangnan Region!” Feng Bohan stroked Ji Liang’s sideburns, his expression casual, completely ignoring the old woman’s squinting gaze.

"A true disciple of the Qinghua Sect in the Cangnan Region?" The people present couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Although it belongs to a different region from the Hufeng Clan, the Qinghua Sect is still the head of the five major immortal sects in Cangnan.

Ordinary members of the Wind Clan might not know this, but those at the Core Formation and Nascent Soul stages would not be so ignorant.

But knowing this only deepened their confusion.

"That's even stranger. Where did he get the supreme bloodline of my Hufeng clan?"

In the cultivation world, there are many ways to deprive others of their bloodline, but it must be compatible with one's own physique. And coincidentally, the Chenghuang bloodline is a rare exception, apart from the Hufeng royal family, where there are very few compatible individuals.

However, upon hearing this, Feng Mingyang looked thoughtfully at Feng Bohan and Shenma Jiliang.

Both of them have formed special contracts with Tang Hao, and if there are no surprises, they should be related to the methods used in that Nightmare Kingdom.

Perhaps this is how they can gain control of their power.

But as soon as he thought that, he gently patted his forehead. What was he thinking? Even if that were the case, Tang Hao couldn't find a Chenghuang or a member of the Hufeng royal family with Chenghuang blood!
"I've never heard of any royal family member ever joining any sect. It's really puzzling." The white-bearded elder stroked his beard, his eyes full of confusion.

The burly, bearded man, Feng Lie, suddenly seemed to realize something and abruptly looked at Feng Mingyang: "When Mingyue disappeared in Shengjing back then, could Tang Hao be her...?"

“Absolutely impossible!” Feng Mingyang frowned and immediately denied it. “Back in the Tang family, I thought of this situation and secretly tested it with the bloodline method. He, me, and Mingyue are not connected by blood.”

“Moreover…” Feng Mingyang suddenly hesitated.

Feng Lie asked in confusion, "And what?"

Feng Mingyang coughed lightly: "Mingyue's primordial yin has not been lost."

The "original yin" here does not refer to the primordial yin energy, but rather to the fact that Feng Mingyue has not yet experienced sexual relations.

Since his younger sister had encountered such a thing and sealed herself within her innate supernatural power, Feng Mingyang would naturally test her.

The two exchanged cryptic words, leaving the elders completely baffled.

They disregarded the earlier division into two factions over ancestral precepts and pressed each other to inquire about the events that had transpired.

Feng Mingyang pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly to the burly man with the bushy beard.

With permission, Feng Lie gave a brief account of Feng Mingyue's disappearance in Shengjing.

The white-bearded elder's eyes flickered as he said, "I have heard that the Qinghua Sect has a unique technique for concealing one's aura, which can hide one's cultivation level, talent, and bloodline aura. Your measurement is probably inaccurate."

“Impossible. Unless Fellow Daoist Tang had already mastered the secret technique to the highest level at that time, he shouldn’t have been able to hide it from me. You should know that he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage at that time.” Feng Mingyang said helplessly, rejecting the old man’s guess.

For a time, the various clues contradicted each other, making it impossible for them to find out the truth.

We can only wait until Tang Hao and Feng Mingyue emerge from seclusion before questioning them about this matter.

Unbeknownst to them, Bai Jue and Yan Yumin exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with a strange light, as if they had discovered some secret.

And so, spring passed and summer came.

As summer arrives, the yang energy becomes increasingly abundant, and the pollution of the sacred spring dissipates rapidly.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the summer solstice has arrived.

The day when Yang energy is at its peak throughout the year.

Everyone sensed that Tang Hao and Feng Mingyue might emerge from seclusion today.

It wasn't just Bai Jue, Yan Yumin, and Feng Mingyang.

Even the Nascent Soul elders who were in seclusion to expel the parasites made a special trip to the Holy Spring Barrier early in the morning.

As they waited, time ticked by.

Finally—noon is approaching!
(End of this chapter)