The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Yang Qingyuan's magical power was exhausted, and his face was gloomy. He replied, "I, Yang, will never hand over this opportunity to someone else."

"Senior, your magical power is almost exhausted, isn't it? It would be best if we all backed down."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan's pretty face turned frosty, and she exuded a cold aura as she took out a golden talisman from her storage bag at her waist.

This talisman is radiant with spiritual light; it is at least a mid-level, intermediate-grade talisman.

"I do have little magic power left, but it's enough to activate this golden talisman," Nangong Wanjiao said. "If you're willing to give me that box, I can personally take you as my disciple!"

"I will impart to you the supreme cultivation method of the Hidden Moon Sect!"

"The techniques of your Yellow Maple Valley are nothing compared to those of our Hidden Moon Sect."

"Furthermore, I can also select a young cultivation partner for you within the sect, someone with excellent aptitude and appearance, and teach you the secret techniques of dual cultivation to ensure you achieve Core Formation!"

"Trinkets, top-grade magic weapons, spirit stones—take your pick."

"how?"

Yang Qingyuan, however, remained steadfast in his gaze, shook his head, and replied, "Senior, there's no need to say anything more. This junior will never relinquish this opportunity."

"Fine!" Nangong Wan gritted her teeth and said coldly, "Then let's have a go at it."

After leaving behind a message, she poured the last of her magical power into the golden talisman.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan quickly moved aside and approached the black dragon. At the same time, he controlled the black dragon to spew venom.

The black dragon lay on the ground, barely raising its head, opening its blood-red maw as if to spew something out.

But Nangong Wan remained fearless, coldly stating, "This black dragon has just completed its transformation into a dragon, and it previously poisoned so many cultivators. Now it's severely injured and has no chance of spitting out elixir!"

Just as she had expected, the black dragon opened its mouth, but nothing came out.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan was also startled. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and use the last of his mana in his dantian to form a hand seal and use the beast-taming technique taught by Han Yunzhi to force the black dragon to spit something out.

Upon receiving Yang Qingyuan's order, Mo Jiao disregarded its severely injured body and opened its blood-red maw once more, spitting out everything it could from its body in one gulp.

The next moment, a large plume of pink mist spewed out from the mouth of the black dragon, instantly sweeping in all directions and engulfing the entire underground swamp.

"This is..." Nangong Wan was enveloped in a pink mist, her breathing became rapid, her cheeks flushed, and her beautiful eyes began to glaze over.

Yang Qingyuan was also enveloped in the pink mist, and his mouth suddenly went dry as his consciousness was gradually consumed by desire.

"Damn it! What did that black dragon just spit out?!"

Mo Jiao looked at Yang Qingyuan with innocent eyes, then his injuries worsened and he fainted.

Nangong Wan gasped for breath, her eyes burning with desire. She parted her lips slightly and said, "You got off easy, kid."

Before he finished speaking, the golden silk talisman in his hand flew out and transformed into countless golden threads that intertwined and condensed into a golden cocoon, covering Yang Qingyuan and Nangong Wan and isolating them from the outside world.

Inside the golden cocoon, Yang Qingyuan and Nangong Wan, lost in passion, walked towards each other and kissed, their breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qingyuan's consciousness became blurred, as if he had a wet dream in which he was entangled with a stunningly beautiful woman.

That stunning beauty seemed never to be satisfied, wanting it again and again...

The fourth day quietly arrived, and in the underground swamp world, a golden cocoon stood silently on the edge of the swamp.

Beside him lay the still unconscious Mo Jiao.

After an unknown amount of time, the cocoon finally changed, splitting in two and revealing what was inside.

Yang Qingyuan lay naked on the gold-threaded carpet, with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl lying beside him, also completely naked.

"You're awake?" The girl cast a cold glance at Yang Qingyuan.

Yang Qingyuan noticed that Nangong Wan's appearance had suddenly aged three or four years, and he was amazed. He reached out and put his arm around the girl's slender waist, praising, "The cultivation method you practice is truly unique."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan's pretty face turned frosty. She slapped Yang Qingyuan's arm hard and said coldly, "Shut up and put your dog claws away!"

After saying that, she reached out to support herself on the ground, trying to stand up, but then cried out "Ouch!" and her legs went weak, causing her to fall back onto Yang Qingyuan.

Yang Qingyuan naturally didn't stand on ceremony and immediately hugged Nangong Wan tightly.

"Why do you still want more?" Nangong Wan frowned slightly.

"You're different from before." Yang Qingyuan chuckled and then kissed Nangong Wan's red lips.

With lingering poison in her body, Nangong Wan was immediately consumed by lust and became infatuated, leaning over to entwine with Yang Qingyuan.

Another half-day passed, and it was almost the last day before the Blood Forbidden Land opened.

Nangong Wan's appearance changed from that of a young girl to that of a mature young woman.

Both sides were unable to stop and continued their passionate encounters.

But just then, a series of loud knocking sounds came from outside the exit that had been closed by the Lesser Five Elements Sumeru Restriction.

Nangong Wan woke up instantly, her beautiful eyes filled with panic. She quickly pushed Yang Qingyuan away, sat up, tidied her hair, and said, "It's most likely that it was our Hidden Moon Sect disciples who broke the restriction."

"It looks like the Lesser Five Elements Sumeru Array is about to be completely broken."

"If they saw me like this, what would happen?!"

After saying that, she hurriedly took out a snow-white dress from her storage bag and put it on. Her whole demeanor changed, and she regained her elegant and noble air as a person of high status.

Immediately afterward, Nangong Wan turned to look at Yang Qingyuan. Seeing that he was staring intently at her, she softly urged, "What are you still standing there for?"

"Hurry up and get dressed!"

Yang Qingyuan chuckled and replied, "What? You don't want the box anymore?"

Nangong Wan frowned slightly and reached out, demanding, "Give it to me."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan no longer concealed anything and quickly told Nangong Wan about obtaining Wu Sangchong's relics and the Eight Gates Wind Formation.

"I see..." Nangong Wan pondered for a moment, then said carefully, "We've wasted too much time in the underground palace. We must return to the outer perimeter of the secret realm as soon as possible so that we can be escorted away by the Core Formation cultivators outside."

"Keep the token for now. I'll come find you after we leave the Crimson Forbidden Land and help you perfect the formation. Then we'll enter the secret realm through the teleportation array."

"Alright, hurry up and get dressed."

"They're about to break the seal."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan quickly put on his clothes and then checked on the Mo Jiao. Seeing that it had only fainted, he breathed a sigh of relief and then put the Mo Jiao into his spirit pet pouch.

After tidying herself up, Nangong Wan coldly said to Yang Qingyuan, "My name is Nangong Wan, and I am a Core Formation Elder of the Hidden Moon Sect."

"Just consider what happened as a dream."

"If anyone else finds out, I'll kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan could only force a smile and say, "I will naturally keep my mouth shut."

After saying this, he hid behind a mound of earth on the side, and at the same time summoned a yellow parasol to conceal his presence.

Just then, a stone wall at the entrance to the passage suddenly exploded.

Seven or eight disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect, each wielding a different magical artifact, rushed into the underground swamp.

"Grandmaster Nangong! It's so good to hear you're alright!"

"That scared me to death."

"Huh? Grandmaster Nangong, what happened to your appearance?"

"What about the ink dragon?"

"What about the thieves from Yellow Maple Valley?"

Nangong Wan, with a stern face and an aura of unapproachability, coldly said, "The Ink Dragon dragged that Yellow Maple Valley disciple to the bottom of the lake."

"What?!" Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. Just imagining the scene filled them with despair. They all looked at the calm lake surface, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Alright." Nangong Wan interrupted everyone with a frosty expression, saying, "That black dragon has been severely injured by me and dares not show itself again."

"It's already the fifth day in the Crimson Forbidden Zone, let's set off back now."

Upon hearing this, the disciples dared not delay and escorted Nangong Wan away.

After everyone left, Yang Qingyuan slowly walked out from behind the mound of earth and looked around the desolate underground swamp.

If it weren't for the faint scent of a woman still lingering on his fingers, Yang Qingyuan would have thought he had just had a wet dream.

He looked at the medicinal herbs, but ultimately gave up the idea of ​​picking them.

After all, the spiritual herbs supplied to Lei Wanhe and Huangfeng Valley had already been gathered.

Once Yang Qingyuan re-enters the Crimson Forbidden Land, he can monopolize these spiritual herbs.

With this in mind, he composed himself, walked out of the underground palace, summoned back the two-headed duck, and rushed to the outer perimeter of the Crimson Forbidden Land...

Five days have passed. At dawn, outside the Crimson Forbidden Land, on an unnamed desolate mountain.

Li Huayuan, Fuyunzi, and other Core Formation cultivators from the seven major sects of Yue Kingdom were on high alert.

"The time has come." Fu Yunzi stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "Fellow Daoists, please guide this disciple back!"

Upon hearing this, Li Huayuan and the others immediately unleashed their various magical treasures, reopening the passage to the Crimson Forbidden Land...