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"Young friend."

The white fairy staff pointed at Wang Ai.

"The murderous aura between your brows and the sharp lines on the bridge of your nose are signs of great wickedness and evil."

Even stranger is..."

His nostrils flared.

“You have a scent that is inherently incompatible with my Bai Clan’s immortal lineage.”

Wang Ai's face turned deathly pale instantly, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes.

Chen Qi noticed dark red bloodstains on his cuffs—but it wasn't his blood.

"Senior Bai Xian".

Chen Qi changed the subject at the opportune moment.

"I encountered something strange on my way."

He briefly recounted his experience of encountering the True Martial Emperor's manifestation. When he said, "The Emperor flicked his finger and touched my forehead," his right hand unconsciously touched the newly appeared golden vertical line on his forehead.

Lu Jin chuckled.

"Brother Chen, have you been drinking fake wine? What kind of being is the True Martial Emperor? Would he specifically teach you a move?"

The copper coin in his hand bounced up and drew an arc in the air.

"I believe!"

Fengping suddenly interrupted, his eyes shining brightly.

"The golden mark on Brother Chen's forehead is genuine! I've seen it recorded in the archives of Longhu Mountain; it's a divinely bestowed mark!"

Lu Ci did not speak, but Chen Qi noticed that his gaze was fixed on the residual Qi he had left behind during meditation.

Those intangible and intangible energies seemed to take on a sharp form in Lü Ci's eyes.

As the sun rose higher, Chen Qi found a flat bluestone spot and sat cross-legged.

The Dongfeng Greatsword lay horizontally on his lap, its blade reflecting the sunlight and casting wavy patterns of light on the stone surface.

He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, and the Qi within his body began to circulate along a specific route.

If someone with profound cultivation were here, they would witness an astonishing scene.

Chen Qi's Qi surged from the Laogong acupoint on his right hand, flowing like a trickle into the cloud patterns on the sword hilt.

The dark blade gradually lit up, as if lava was flowing inside the metal.

When the Qi reached the tip of the sword, it condensed into a thin, pale golden line visible to the naked eye, and then returned to the Dantian through the Shaofu acupoint on the left hand.

With each completion of this cycle, the sharpness of the East Wind Greatsword becomes more subdued, while the Qi in Chen Qi's dantian becomes more solid.

Even more remarkably, a certain resonance was created between the sword and its master, and the fallen leaves within a three-zhang radius of the bluestone began to move without wind, vibrating at a fixed frequency.

Bai Xian stood on a treetop in the distance, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

He had lived for over three hundred years and had never seen anyone use weapons as meridians for cultivation.

What alarmed him even more was that this seemingly unorthodox method actually aligned with the Way of Heaven when Chen Qi used it.

The pattern formed by those trembling fallen leaves is clearly a variant of the Eight Trigrams!

"This child..."

Bai Xian plucked a beard hair from his fingertips.

Could it really be...?

Meanwhile, Bai Xian's treatment was nearing its end.

A dozen or so of the less seriously injured superhumans were able to move around freely. They gathered around a few small hedgehogs, curiously observing how the emerald green liquid was secreted from the tips of their quills.

"Becoming my disciple brings many benefits."

Bai Xian's voice suddenly rang in their ears, startling them so much that they almost jumped up.

The old man's figure moved among the crowd, appearing precisely in different locations with each pause.

"First, the Bai family's medical skills are unparalleled in Northeast China, ensuring you are immune to all poisons."

"Secondly, on the first and fifteenth of each month, you can ask me to possess your body with my spirit, making it difficult for ordinary cultivators to get close to me."

"third..."

Bai Xian suddenly appeared behind a female supernatural being, his withered fingers gently touching the back of her neck.

"You must hold the horse close to your body."

The woman trembled, and suddenly hedgehog-shaped light patterns appeared on her shoulder before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 287 A Once-in-a-Lifetime Opportunity

But everyone felt that the Qi around her instantly became 30% purer.

"I am willing!"

Five people immediately knelt down.

Most of them were independent cultivators, and after witnessing Bai Xian's abilities, they realized that this was a once-in-a-millennium opportunity.

Moreover, after becoming a shamanic disciple, one can also obtain fame and fortune in the secular world that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Wang Ai hid at the back of the crowd, her eyes burning with jealousy.

He stared at the woman who had received the "Holding Horse" gift, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Chen Qi observed coldly and noticed that Wang Ai kept her right hand inside her clothes, as if she was rubbing something.

At noon, the White Immortal began to perform a simple ceremony for those who wished to convert.

There were no complicated procedures; everyone was simply made to drink a cup of monkey wine mixed with hedgehog blood, and then a talisman was drawn on their forehead.

Chen Qi noticed that the moment the talisman was completed, semi-transparent hedgehog phantoms appeared above the heads of those strange people, and then quickly disappeared into the tops of their heads.

"strangeness."

Feng Ping leaned close to Chen Qi's ear.

"Wang Ai didn't go? He's usually most interested in these unorthodox methods."

Chen Qi glanced at Wang Ai, who was sitting alone under the tree, staring at the ceremony site with a sinister gaze.

Seemingly sensing the gaze, Wang Ai suddenly turned her head, and the instant her eyes met Chen Qi's, a fawning smile immediately appeared on her face.

"He originally wanted to join Guan Shihua's gang."

Lu Jin appeared behind the two of them without them noticing, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Guan Shihua is from the Liu Xian lineage and specializes in curse killing techniques, which suits him well."

After the ceremony, Bai Xian came to the bluestone where Chen Qi was meditating.

At this moment, the East Wind Greatsword was radiating a dark golden light, and the air at its blade was distorted, as if it could not withstand some kind of pressure.

"Young friend Chen seems quite interested in this matter of shamanic practices?"

Bai Xian sat on the ground, his wooden staff resting across his knees.

Chen Qi opened his eyes, and a sword-shaped light flashed briefly in his pupils.

"How is the senior's incense-offering disciple different from the disciples accepted by ordinary sects?"

"Good question!"

Bai Xian clapped her hands.

“Ordinary master-disciple relationship is one of teaching and learning, while the relationship between a shamanic disciple and a deity is one of borrowing and returning.”

He conjured a ball of green light at his fingertips, outlining intricate patterns in the air.

"The disciple borrows the power of the immortals, and the immortals use the disciple to accumulate merit. If the disciple's intentions are impure..."

The green light suddenly turned crimson.

"The backlash is ten times more severe than a normal qi deviation."

Chen Qi stared at the fading light patterns in the air and suddenly asked a question.

"What if someone is both a disciple of the top incense offering ceremony and practices their own sect's cultivation method?"

Bai Xian burst into laughter upon hearing this, and the sound of his laughter caused the snow on the treetops to fall in a flurry.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew! But..."

He suddenly lowered his voice.

“There are indeed exceptions recorded in ancient books.”

Three thousand years ago, there was an extraordinary person who was also the Grand Master of the Five Great Immortal Clans, and in the end...

The sound was barely audible.

"Become an immortal."

These words struck Chen Qi like a thunderclap.

He recalled that when the True Martial Emperor left a golden mark on his brow, a wisp of divine thought seemed to enter his sea of ​​consciousness, but it was too blurry at the time.

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At that moment, that wisp of divine thought suddenly became clear and transformed into four golden characters.

"Ten thousand immortals come to pay homage."

Chen Qi's heart pounded wildly as an unprecedented thought took root in his mind.

Perhaps he can forge an unprecedented path, not only becoming the Grand Master of the Evil Spirits Sect, but also... becoming a saint and an ancestor!

As the sun sets, the lake surface ripples with golden light.

Chen Qi stood on the shore, watching the newly accepted disciples depart in small boats.

Bai Xian said they needed to go home to handle worldly affairs and would come back in three days to formally enter the sect.

... .. ...

"What are your plans for the future, young friend Chen?"

Bai Xian walked over, leaning on her cane, with the largest hedgehog perched on her shoulder.

Chen Qi did not answer immediately.

He gazed at the faint outline of the mountains on the opposite shore of the lake, towards Changbai Mountain—the stronghold of the Five Immortal Families.

The Dongfeng Greatsword emitted a slight hum behind him, as if sensing its master's surging emotions.

"senior."

Chen Qi suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"If I wish to visit the other four immortals, which one should I begin with?"

The hedgehog on Bai Xian's shoulder suddenly raised all its sharp quills.

The old man finally managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth.

"Grandma Hu San Tai".

Bai Xian's voice echoed in the dimly lit hall, carrying a certain ancient and mysterious rhythm.

Chen Qi sat on a wooden stool in the corner, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knees, but his eyes were fixed on the hedgehog fairy in front of him who had transformed into human form.

"A shamanic disciple must invoke the spirits to save someone once a day; this is the foundation for accumulating merit."

Chapter 288 Becoming a Saint and Ancestor

The white-clad woman, who was actually Bai Xian, held a whisk and touched the forehead of a young disciple kneeling on a prayer mat.

"Connecting to the acupoints requires a predestined affinity with the immortals; those without such affinity cannot force it."

Chen Qi narrowed his eyes, watching the painful yet devout expression on the disciple's face.