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

Upon returning to Tingzhu Pavilion, Qingyouzi immediately activated all the great formations and went into seclusion.

In the quiet room, he took out the herb that could communicate with the divine.

The grass had three leaves, a deep blue color, with veins that flowed like silver threads, exuding a cool and refreshing fragrance. He carefully plucked a leaf and put it in his mouth.

The grass melted instantly upon entering the mouth, transforming into an icy current that surged straight into the sea of ​​consciousness!

In an instant, his consciousness churned!

The third chapter of "Seven Chapters of Refining the Spirit" was already complete, only lacking the Divine Herb. At this moment, under the impact of this icy flow, the originally stable barrier of divine consciousness began to loosen and expand.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the nascent soul phantom, identical in appearance to Qing Youzi, slowly opened its eyes, forming hand seals to guide the flow of this power.

A day has passed.

Take the second piece of the herb.

The sea of ​​consciousness expanded at an accelerated pace, the illusory image of the nascent soul became increasingly solid, and a divine light flowed within its eyes.

Qingyouzi could clearly feel that his perception of the surrounding spiritual energy was becoming more and more acute, and the range of his divine sense was increasing at an astonishing rate.

The third day, the last piece.

boom!

A silent roar came from the depths of his consciousness!

The original range of divine sense, which was 150 li, suddenly broke through at this moment! 160 li, 180 li, 200 li!

Until it stabilizes within a radius of two hundred li!

Qingyouzi opened her eyes.

The blue light in his eyes was restrained, yet it appeared even more profound.

With a slight thought, his divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly covering the entire Cuiwei Mountain and even extending to the market two hundred miles away.

Pedestrians in the streets and alleys, shop vendors, cultivators in their escape light... every detail was crystal clear.

"A spiritual strength comparable to that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator..."

He felt a secret joy as he experienced this transformation.

The fourth chapter of "Seven Chapters on Refining the Spirit" is complete.

The most direct benefit of the surge in divine sense is the more precise control over the myriad threads and the greater ease with which he wields the Ancient Azure Demon Flame. More importantly, with his current divine sense, the Soul-Shaking Bell's power can increase by at least 30%!

He got up and stretched his muscles.

The three-day period has arrived.

It's almost midnight.

West of Xuanxian City, at Tingyu Pavilion.

This is a three-story wooden pavilion built by the lake, quite secluded. It is usually a place for literati to enjoy tea and listen to music, but tonight it has closed early. Outside the pavilion, the lake is calm, and the moonlight shines down, making it shimmer like scattered silver.

Qingyouzi came walking on water and landed in front of the back gate.

The door was ajar.

He pushed the door open and entered.

Several clumps of bamboo are planted in the courtyard, and there is a stone table and stone benches in the middle. A pot of tea and two porcelain cups have been placed on the table.

Mr. Mo sat alone at the table, still wearing his black robe, his face appearing even more blurred in the moonlight.

"Fellow Daoist is punctual." Mr. Mo gestured, "Please have a seat."

Qingyouzi sat down opposite him.

His divine sense quietly swept across the entire courtyard. It seemed ordinary, but there were subtle fluctuations of an array flowing underground. It was very well hidden; if his divine sense hadn't been greatly enhanced and he hadn't been proficient in arrays, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect it.

"No need for tea," Qing Youzi said bluntly. "May I inspect the demonic spirit stone you mentioned first?"

Mr. Mo smiled and took out a jet-black jade box from his sleeve.

The box is opened.

A fist-sized, dark crystal lay quietly on a velvet cushion. Liquid black mist seemed to flow within the crystal. Pure demonic energy emanated from it, dimming even the surrounding moonlight.

It is indeed a top-grade magic spirit stone.

It's several times larger than the one at the trade fair, and its demonic energy is more than ten times purer!

Qingyouzi was inwardly shaken, but remained outwardly calm:

"What would you like to exchange, fellow Daoist?"

"The Yi Xuan Zhen Jie (易玄阵解)." Mr. Mo looked directly at him. "Just borrow it for three days, make a copy, and return the original."

The conditions are very tempting.

But Qingyouzi shook her head:

"The inheritance of formation techniques is fundamental and cannot be lent out."

Mr. Mo's smile faded slightly:

"Why be so stubborn, fellow Daoist? I only need a copy; it won't affect your cultivation. This Demon Spirit Stone is enough for you to use for decades."

"Not enough. You must know that Xuan Yizi's master is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he himself is close to reaching the Nascent Soul stage. Some of his formations may have even reached the Nascent Soul stage, or even the level of Nascent Soul."

"Qingyouzi said calmly."

"If you truly desire it, you can exchange it for other treasures. For example, the complete follow-up techniques of the Seven Chapters of Refining the Spirit."

He's testing me.

It should be known that formations at the Nascent Soul level are the most prized treasures of any major power. They have long been lost, are profoundly mysterious, and possess immense power.

Furthermore, Mr. Mo knows the relationship between the "Seven Chapters of Refining the Spirit" and the Divine Grass, so there may indeed be subsequent cultivation methods.

A strange light flashed in Mr. Mo's eyes:

"Fellow Daoist, you jest. The Seven Chapters of Refining the Spirit is a unique secret passed down by Senior Xuan Yizi. The last three chapters have long been lost. How could I possibly possess the complete cultivation method?"

"Then there's nothing to discuss." Qingyouzi stood up.

"Wait a minute."

Mr. Mo also slowly stood up.

His peaceful aura suddenly changed.

The pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was released without reservation! Like an invisible mountain, it crashed down on Qing Youzi! The bamboo groves in the courtyard rustled without wind, and even fine cracks appeared on the surface of the stone table!

"Fellow Daoist, are you truly unwilling?" Mr. Mo's voice turned cold.

Despite feeling the oppressive aura, Qingyouzi remained calm.

"Does fellow Daoist dare to make a move within Xuanxian City?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Mr. Mo sneered. "Underneath this Listening Rain Pavilion, I have already set up the 'Nine Netherworld Heaven-Separating Array.' This array can isolate the inside from the outside. Unless a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator comes to investigate, no one can detect any movement here."

He stepped forward:

"Fellow Daoist is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul. Even if you have received the inheritance of Xuan Yizi, how much of it can you utilize? You might as well obediently hand over the array dissolution, and I may spare your life."

Before he finished speaking, a beam of black light suddenly shot out from his sleeve!

The black light moved with lightning speed, transforming into a jet-black chain in mid-air, directly wrapping around Qingyouzi's neck! The chain's surface shimmered with demonic patterns, clearly indicating it was a magical artifact specifically designed for capture!

Qingyouzi was prepared.

Without him moving, countless threads shot out from his sleeves!

"Ding ding ding—!!"

The black hair and the black chain collided in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere! Each strand of hair precisely struck the weakest point of the chain, actually stopping this grappling magic weapon in mid-air!

Mr. Mo's eyes narrowed.

He hadn't expected Qingyouzi to react so quickly, and he certainly hadn't expected that the blue silk threads could block his Soul-Binding Chains.

"You've got some skills."

He snorted and formed a hand seal.

Suddenly, dark array patterns lit up the ground! Nine streams of demonic energy surged from the ground, transforming into nine ferocious demonic pythons that opened their massive jaws and devoured Qingyouzi from all directions!

At the same time, Mr. Mo himself transformed into a black shadow and rushed straight for Qing Youzi's face! His right palm was as black as ink, and a rotating demonic seal condensed in his palm, causing the air to hiss wherever it passed!

A pincer attack from both sides!

Qingyouzi's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He no longer holds back.

"Buzz—!"

The Soul-Shaking Bell flew out from his sleeve and shook in mid-air!

Silent ripples spread out!

The nine demonic pythons froze in unison! Mr. Mo's forward momentum also slowed slightly, and a moment of disorientation flashed in his eyes!

At that very moment.

A bright blue light shone from Qingyouzi's head!

Thirty-six demonic dragon shields instantly appeared, interlocking to block all the attacks of the nine demonic pythons! He himself transformed into a streak of azure light, advancing instead of retreating, charging straight at Mr. Mo!

The right hand is held with fingers together like a sword.

At his fingertips, countless strands of black hair intertwined, and demonic flames swirled, transforming into a three-foot-long green sword!

A sword thrust out!

Fast! Ruthless! Accurate!

Mr. Mo hurriedly returned to defend, and the pitch-black magic seal clashed with the edge of the Azure Flame Sword!

"boom--!"

The shockwave exploded!

The stone table shattered, the bamboo groves collapsed, and the ground of the entire courtyard cracked! Mr. Mo staggered back three steps, his sleeves charred, and a burning pain shot through his palms.

He looked down at his hands, and a look of surprise finally appeared in his eyes.

The opponent's strength... is definitely not just at the early Nascent Soul stage!

Qingyouzi stood in mid-air, his body surrounded by black hair, his fiery sword pointing diagonally, his eyes icy cold.

"Should we continue?"

Mr. Mo stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

Amidst the laughter, the murderous intent and oppressive aura receded like a tide.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the nine demonic pythons turned into black mist and disappeared, while the Soul-Binding Chains were also put back into his sleeve.

"Hey, hey, hey, fellow Daoist, please don't be offended."

Mr. Mo straightened his robes, gave an awkward laugh, and his tone returned to calm:

"We were just joking around."

"I only wanted to test your abilities, fellow Daoist. Now it seems, hmm! Fellow Daoist is indeed qualified to trade with me on an equal footing."

He walked back to the broken stone bench, swept away the dust with his sleeve, sat down again, and casually waved his hand, sending several beams of light flying from the ground back into his sleeve.

Qingyouzi could sense that the formation hidden here had dissipated. He was clever; with the formation gone, it was difficult for him to make a move within Xuanxian City.

"That magic stone still stands. However, the conditions need to be changed."

Mr. Mo looked at Qing Youzi, a glint of light flashing in his eyes:

"Fellow Daoist, could you please tell me if the legacy of Senior Xuan Yizi mentions anything about 'demons from beyond the heavens'?"

Qingyouzi narrowed her eyes.

This person indeed had ulterior motives.

He landed slowly, the green flames of his sword dissipating, but his vigilance remained undiminished.

"Why do you ask this, fellow Daoist?"

"Because," Mr. Mo said, emphasizing each word, "I suspect that the three-headed extraterrestrial demon that Senior Xuan Yizi fought alone back then... was not completely eliminated."

"One of them may still be alive."

"Moreover, it is hidden somewhere on this Tianque Continent."

Under the moonlight, his expression became completely clear for the first time.

It was a complex expression, a mixture of fear, fanaticism, and greed.

Qingyouzi was startled.

He suddenly remembered the ancient demon he had encountered in Mozhou Mountain that had possessed Lu Zhou.

Is it...

That ancient demon was the extraterrestrial demon this person spoke of.

The courtyard was quiet.

Only the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the withered bamboo could be heard.

Qingyouzi looked at Mr. Mo, then at the Demon Spirit Stone on the table.

After a long while, he slowly sat down.

Tell me about it.

"What do you know?"