Starting at the Nascent Soul stage, a rogue cultivator is incredibly poor.

Several days passed, and Tingzhuxuan was quiet.

Qingyouzi sat cross-legged in the quiet room, with blue threads moving around his body as if they were alive, and the ancient blue demon fire slowly circulated in his dantian.

Outside the cave, bamboo shadows swayed, and the mountain breeze rustled the leaves.

In the afternoon, a slight fluctuation was felt in the cave's protective barrier.

Qingyouzi opened his eyes and scanned the area with his divine sense; it was Yun Yun.

With a wave of his hand, the bamboo door opened silently.

Yun Yun strode in, still smelling of alcohol, his face showing a hint of excitement. Just as he was about to step through the doorway, he suddenly stopped, raised his hand to pat his robes, and a gentle breeze wafted out from his sleeves, sweeping away the smell of alcohol.

Then he bowed in greeting.

"Senior, I've found out some information about Demon Spirit Stones!"

"Speak," Qingyouzi said calmly.

Yun Yun quickly stepped forward and lowered his voice:

"I have made many inquiries these past few days and learned that Demon Spirit Stones only originate in places with extremely dense demonic energy, and require hundreds of years to take shape..."

As he spoke, he carefully observed Qingyouzi's expression.

A hint of speechlessness flashed across Qingyouzi's eyes.

He already knew about this.

Seeing the other party's calm expression, Yun Yun's heart tightened, and he quickly added:

"However, I did not come empty-handed! I asked an old friend who works as a manager at Wanbaoge to copy a location from the secret records of the storeroom that might be a breeding ground for demonic spirit stones!"

He took out a roll of animal hide map from his bosom and presented it with both hands.

"This is a detailed topographical map of the 'Demon Burial Valley' in the Western Wilderness. According to records, several celestial demons perished here a thousand years ago, and their demonic energy has permeated the valley to this day. In recent years, cultivators have occasionally found demonic materials here... perhaps even demonic spirit stones."

Qingyouzi took the map and unfolded it to examine it closely.

The map is meticulously marked, with the valley's orientation, the distribution of demonic energy concentration, and known danger zones all outlined in different colored pens.

The Valley of Burial Demons is located on the western edge of the Tianque Continent, about half a month's journey from Xuanxian City. It is indeed a place teeming with demonic energy.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness." Qingyouzi put away the map.

Yun Yun breathed a sigh of relief, then bowed again and said:

"Then this junior will not disturb your cultivation any longer, senior. If you need to inquire about anything in the future, please feel free to do so."

After Yun Yun left, Qing Youzi did not set off immediately.

He pondered for a moment in the quiet room, changed into an inconspicuous gray robe, concealed his aura to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, and quietly left Tingzhu Pavilion.

Half a day later, at the Hundred Knowledge Tower in Xuanxian City.

This building specializes in selling all kinds of intelligence, maps, and power records. It has a vague connection to the official Xuanxian City government and enjoys a good reputation.

Qingyouzi spent two hundred spirit stones to purchase a copy of the latest version of the Tianque map.

Back in his cave, he spread out the two maps for comparison.

The map given by Yun Yun is largely consistent with the Bai Xiao Lou version, with no discrepancies in the location of the Burial Demon Valley or the markings of demonic energy.

Yun Yun's account was even more detailed in some aspects, marking several possible sources of demonic energy and locations where cultivators had historically found demonic materials.

"It seems he wasn't lying." Qingyouzi tapped the table lightly with her fingertips.

If that's the case, then it's worth a visit.

Three days later, everything was ready.

Qingyouzi activated all the formations in his cave, leaving behind several warning barriers, before transforming into an inconspicuous streak of green light and quietly leaving Xuanxian City, speeding towards the Western Wilderness.

As you travel west, the scenery gradually changes.

At first, one could still see scattered villages and low-level cultivators traveling back and forth in their escape lights. The further west one went, the sparser the population became, the more turbid the spiritual energy became, and what followed was a sense of desolation and solitude.

Yellow sand swirls, and crumbling walls appear and disappear.

Occasionally, one might see the ruins of a dilapidated ancient city half-buried in the sand, or huge animal bones lying across the wilderness, their white bones stark against the cold light of the dim sky.

Qingyouzi traveled at a leisurely pace, rushing during the day and finding secluded places to meditate at night, always maintaining peak condition. After flying for more than ten days, the Burial Demon Valley was now almost in sight.

As he was looking for a cave to rest in at dusk that day, his consciousness suddenly detected a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy.

There is fighting a hundred miles ahead.

On the outskirts of the Burial Valley, there is a desolate valley.

More than ten cultivators formed a defensive array, all of them wounded and their clothes stained with blood.

In the formation, an old man in a gray robe with a beard and hair standing on end, who was in the early stage of the Golden Core realm, was making hand seals and controlling a crimson flying sword. He was locked in a fierce battle with a late-stage third-tier black-scaled earth dragon.

The earth dragon had a single horn, its body covered in jet-black scales, and it was over five zhang long. Every time it swung its tail, it could stir up sand and stones. Even more troublesome was that it could spew corrosive poisonous mist from its mouth, which would injure or rot anyone who touched it.

The old man's cultivation level was low, and the demonic beast's physical body was formidable, making it difficult to defend against the poisonous mist. He was gradually losing ground. His flying sword struck the scales, sparks flying, but it couldn't break through the defenses.

"Hold the formation! Don't let it break in!" the old man roared, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The cultivators in the formation gritted their teeth and persevered, their various magical artifacts flashing with spiritual light, yet they were unable to inflict any real damage on the earth dragon.

Someone raised their shield, only to have it cracked by the earth dragon's tail.

Someone released a fire serpent, leaving only scorch marks on its scales.

At the heart of the formation, a female cultivator in plain clothes, at the late Foundation Establishment stage, stood out conspicuously.

She was in her early twenties, with a beautiful and delicate face, but at this moment her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were pale. She held a bronze beast-taming ring in each hand, with runes flowing around the rings, and two spirit beasts in front of her were fighting against the earth dragon.

Those were two falcons.

Its wingspan is over ten feet, its feathers are like iron, its sharp claws are cold, and its body is surrounded by a faint red flame.

They worked in perfect coordination, swooping down from the left and right to harass the earth dragon, each strike creating a piercing sound and sending sparks flying across its scales.

One of the Flame Falcons spewed flames, a pillar of crimson fire, which slammed into the earth dragon's neck, instantly charring its scales black.

The other one had flashes of lightning on its wings, and when it swooped down, it created crackling sounds that interfered with the earth dragon's senses.

These two spirit beasts actually held back most of the earth dragon's attack.

But the female cultivator's face grew paler and paler.

Controlling two spirit beasts of the same level consumes a great deal of spiritual energy and magical power.

Her body swayed slightly, cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and the light from her Beast Taming Ring began to flicker, clearly nearing its limit.

"Princess, be careful!" a young cultivator in the formation shouted urgently.

The female cultivator gritted her teeth and nodded, forcefully activating her magic power, causing the Beast Taming Ring to shine even brighter.

The earth dragon seemed to be completely enraged.

It raised its head and let out a long howl, and its single horn suddenly condensed into a thick, inky black poisonous light, which it then aimed at the female cultivator at the center of the formation and hurled out!

The poisonous fog surged like a tide, covering the sky and the earth! Wherever it passed, sand and gravel turned to mud, and vegetation withered and decayed!

"not good!"

The old man's expression changed drastically, and he quickly turned his flying sword back to defend, but he was already a step too late.

The female cultivator's pupils contracted sharply, and she subconsciously summoned the two Flame Falcons back to her, while she closed her eyes and awaited her death.

Just now.

A gray shadow appeared silently before the poisonous fog.

The newcomer lightly flicked his sleeves.

Without any alarming display, the surging poisonous fog suddenly reversed as if it had encountered an invisible barrier!

Caught off guard, the earth dragon was sprayed with its own poisonous mist, but the mist did not cause it any harm. Suddenly, several blue threads emerged from the mist and easily pierced through it.

The earth dragon let out a miserable cry and finally collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

The gray figure then turned around.

Wearing a black conical hat, a curtain of blue flames hung from the eaves, flickering and obscuring his face. Only a pair of eyes pierced through the firelight, calmly sweeping over the people in the formation.

Finally, his gaze fell on the two spirit beasts in front of the female cultivator.

A faint, almost imperceptible glint flashed in Qingyouzi's eyes.

These two falcons...

With pure bloodline, full wings, and refined fire breath, what's even more remarkable is their perfect teamwork and unwavering loyalty to their master.

He had cultivated for hundreds of years and seen countless demonic beasts, but very few of them were worthy of his attention.

And these two falcons count as a pair.