Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

This Great Luo Immortal directly attacked a demon clan with a Great Luo Immortal Ancestor in charge, beat the demon clan's Great Luo Immortal half to death, and seized the acquired spiritual root.

He exchanged more than ten jars of Crimson Blood Wine, each weighing five hundred catties, with Huanglong, and boasted about it among the Wu tribe.

This led other members of the Wu tribe to follow suit and raid the Yao tribe, further intensifying the conflict between the two tribes.

Among the transactions with other witch tribes, the one that made Huanglong's heart race the most was a witch tribesman who looked quite young. He brought out several stone eggs of different sizes from somewhere, and it was unclear which tribe they were left behind.

"This is something I found inside a cave when I was carving out my cave dwelling. It must be very precious. I want to exchange it for a large jar of wine, just like the Wu Tong." The young Wu tribesman pointed to the 500-jin jade jar next to Huang Long, his eyes fixed intently on Huang Long.

Huang Long picked up a stone egg and examined it closely, only to find it completely lifeless, which left him slightly disappointed.

But his trading principle is "better to miss an opportunity than let one slip by," so he still checks each one one by one.

Just as he was examining one of the stone eggs, which was clearly larger than the others.

A very faint life force appeared in his perception. Huanglong focused his mind and gradually infused his primordial spirit into it. The outline of a living being was fully displayed under his primordial spirit!

Huang Long's pupils contracted sharply, but his face remained impassive as he forcefully suppressed the turmoil within him. A Qilin egg!

Moreover, it was a Qilin egg that still had some life force left!

From the beginning, the Qilin led its clan to transform themselves into the Dao, merging into the primordial land and becoming a symbol of auspiciousness in the primordial world. The Qilin clan's karmic obstacles were completely removed, but they also disappeared from the primordial world.

"Hmm, only one egg still has a sliver of hope, but whether it can hatch is hard to say. It's not enough to exchange for a large jar of Crimson Blood Wine," Huang Long said calmly, taking out ten jars of wine, each weighing ten pounds, and pushing them over. "These, in exchange for your egg, is that acceptable?"

"Okay, I believe you won't lie to me!"

The child looked at the stone jar, jumped up with joy, grabbed the jar, and ran off in a flash.

A short while later, they returned, accompanied by several other witches of similar age, each carrying several stone eggs.

Huanglong's mouth was wide open, his jaw almost dropping to the ground. These witch children had raided the Qilin's nest!

After Huanglong's investigation, it was found that among the dozens of eggs, seven Qilin eggs still had a chance of life, while the rest were dead eggs!

Huanglong gave the witch child two jars of five-hundred-jin Crimson Blood Wine before accepting all the Qilin eggs.

Huanglong carefully placed the Qilin eggs into the Xuanhuang Realm, especially the seven Qilin eggs that still had vitality. He carved a groove in each of the seven eggs on a separate spiritual vein, filled it with sweet rain water, and let the Qilin eggs slowly absorb the vitality from the sweet rain.

This months-long market not only made Huanglong a fortune, but also rapidly strengthened the power of the Wu tribe who traded Crimson Blood Wine with him.

The Houtu tribe's witch clan also began to frequently travel to the demon clan's territory.

However, just as Huanglong was making a fortune at his stall in the Houtu tribe, the atmosphere in the Wu tribe suddenly changed, and a suffocating and murderous atmosphere permeated the entire tribe.

The long-standing conflict between the Lich and Demon races erupted due to the Lich race's frequent raids on the Demon race, thus beginning a full-scale war!

"The demon race has launched a full-scale invasion, and a great war has begun. Young friend Huanglong, you should not stay in the witch clan for long." Houyi suddenly appeared and said to Huanglong, "I invited you to be my guest, but I never expected that we would be at war with the demon race so soon. You are a disciple of a sage, and it is not advisable for you to get involved in the war between the two races."

"I will now escort my young friend back to Kunlun!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and punched, and a deep passage was pierced through the space, leading to an unknown place.

Huang Long dared not delay, and solemnly bowed to Hou Yi and his friends from the Wu tribe who had arrived, saying, "Take care, everyone! I'll treat you to drinks next time!"

Outside the Kunlun Mountains, space was suddenly pierced, and a figure flew out.

Huang Long glanced back at the slowly shrinking spatial passage and felt a pang of envy. "The Great Luo is still the best. What used to take thousands of years can be accomplished with a single punch."

"However, it's still a little off; it's still tens of millions of miles away from Kunlun," Huang Long muttered to himself.

With a slight thought, Huang Long felt a cloud gather beneath his feet, carrying him swiftly toward the Kunlun Mountain Gate.

The closer you get to the Kunlun Mountain gate, the more lively the surroundings become.

Various creatures of different shapes and sizes, including plant spirits that have taken human form, strange beasts that have attained enlightenment, human cultivators, and several innate beings born from heaven and earth.

Seeing this, Huang Long understood. The three sects of Kunlun had never stopped accepting disciples, but very few were able to become disciples of the sage.

Huanglong suddenly remembered something, descended from the clouds, and followed all the living beings to the Kunlun Mountain Gate.

However, upon approaching the imposing and majestic gate of Kunlun Mountain, they saw a group of beings standing still.

Several disciples of the Jie Sect stood arrogantly at the entrance of the mountain gate, their eyes gleaming with scrutiny and greed as they looked at each and every one of the beings who wished to participate in the assessment.

The leader had a bluish complexion, two horns on his head, and upturned eyes. He held a spiked club and showed no trace of the refined and dignified demeanor of a disciple of a sage, but rather a fierce and ruthless expression.

Upon seeing the disciple of the Jie Sect, Huang Long frowned slightly and slowed his pace.

The leading disciple of the Jie Sect pointed his spiked club at a young man whose aura was pure and clear, and whose true form was a transformed innate spiritual plant. He lazily said, "Hey kid, you want to enter the mountain for the assessment, to become a disciple of a sage, and to comprehend the sage's supreme Dao. Do you know the rules?"

The young man had a youthful face and clear eyes. He bowed respectfully and said, "This junior understands that one must pass the test set by the sage to examine one's character and potential before a decision can be made on whether to accept him."

"Hmph, an assessment?"

The disciple of the Jie Sect chuckled, exchanged glances with the others beside him, and all revealed a secret smile. "The assessment will naturally take place, but whether you can 'successfully' participate in the assessment depends on your sincerity."

The Jie Sect disciple held a spiked club in one hand and rubbed his fingers together with the other, his meaning all too clear.

The boy was taken aback, clearly not understanding what he meant, and said blankly, "Sincerity? I am single-mindedly devoted to the Dao, my heart is utmost sincerity...!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Another burly disciple of the Jie Sect impatiently interrupted, "Don't you understand? If you want to participate in the assessment, you need to pay us 'gatekeeper fees' first!"

"We don't ask for much. Spiritual plants, elixirs, rare treasures, innate spiritual iron—bring out whatever good stuff you have! As long as our senior brothers are satisfied, we guarantee your path to the assessment later will be smooth sailing!"

The young man with the green hair turned pale. Although his physical form was extraordinary, he usually only absorbed spiritual energy and had never bothered to collect external objects. Now, penniless, he had no treasures to offer, and could only awkwardly stammer, "This... I don't... I don't..."

"No?"

The leading disciple's face immediately darkened. He swung his spiked club and coldly snorted, "If you have no sincerity, then don't blame me for making the assessment difficult."