fect in a day or two. Qin Sang closed the restriction on the water pool again and stopped paying attention to it.On a stone bed, Qin Sang sat cross-legged and took out the piece of gold silk snow pine...The entrance to the acupoint.
Qin Sang was surrounded by poisonous mist. The inside of the cave was dark and deep, its bottom invisible to the naked eye.
"Swish swish swish..."
Several streaks of light flew out and landed at the edge of the cave opening, a total of eight spirit flags, arranged in a Bagua formation, encircling the entrance.
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Raise your flags, just in case.
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Qin Sang had been cultivating here for decades, always on guard against any unusual occurrences at the acupoints, but he hadn't noticed anything amiss. There were no signs of living creatures here.
Setting a grand formation, Qin Sang flicked out an iron ball with his finger. Upon landing, it transformed into a black canine.
The black dog seemed to sense the danger inside, like a living creature. Its body was low to the ground, and it stared fixedly at the entrance of the cave, whimpering softly in its mouth.
The black dog is actually a puppet, specially crafted by Mo Xindao to serve as a scout. It has been infused with poison-path restrictions and to some extent blends with the detoxification light curtain.
"Go!"
Qin Sang urged the poison pearl, firing a ray of detoxification light into the black dog's body. With a command, the black dog leaped into the cave opening.
He waited for a moment and then followed at an easy pace.
The moment I entered the cave, a wave of cold air hit me. The sound of poisonous mist flowing from deep within the crevice was like the moaning of ghosts, sending chills down my spine.
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Qin Sang moved forward in the poisonous mist, his mind connected to the formation of the flower field space. He sensed the restrictions here and tried to find the reason for the changes in the formation from its variations.
After a short while, Qin Sang paused slightly, his brows furrowed. He quickened his pace forward and saw the first black dog standing stiffly by the roadside.
The black dog was now unrecognizable. Its once glossy body was covered in rust and it lay still, unable to move. The poison continued to corrode from within.
In a few breaths, the black dog was almost unrecognizable. It became like scrap metal, its body melting away until it was nothing but poison.
"The toxicity is indeed fierce..."
Qin Sang shook his head slightly. According to the formation calculation, he was still more than 90% away from the center of the eye of the aperture. Fortunately, he had brought enough puppets with him.
He summoned another black dog and continued to scout the path, doing so repeatedly.
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The deeper they went, the shorter the puppet's lifespan became. However, Qin Sang operated the poison energy, cooperating with the antidote light armor, and didn't feel any strain.
Moreover, the anticipated danger did not materialize. As we approached the center of the eye, the poisonous mist remained calm.
Unexpectedly, the moment this thought crossed his mind, the connection between him and the puppet ahead was abruptly severed.
At the same time, a cold wind swept in from the front.
At the last moment, Qin Sang saw a shadow through the puppet. The puppet froze, and the shadow had a human outline, most likely a living thing!
His eyes narrowed slightly, he poured all his energy into activating the poison pearl within him. A wave of detoxification light flashed, forming a near-physical seven-colored armor on his body.
The armor was thick and heavy, its brilliance illuminating the surging poisonous mist ahead. Within the mist, a ghostly figure lurked.
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A gust of cold wind swept through the air, and swords suddenly shrieked.
The Ash Nightingale's sword cleaves through the mist.
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The cave wasn't very wide, accommodating at most three people walking abreast. At this moment, sword energy crisscrossed the air, as if it were about to pierce through the mountain wall.
‘Whoosh!’
A sword shadow flashed, and the surrounding light seemed to dim. It was Qin Sang who had cast the Seven Star Sword Formation.
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The sword formation sealed the cave, and that shadow was immediately enveloped within it. Under the focus of starlight, its true form was exposed.
The sword formation was profound, and the shadows could not break through it. They could only wander in the 'Starry Sky'.
Qin Sang stared at the monster in the formation, his eyes filled with surprise.
The shadow moved like a living thing, darting about and instinctively attacking its enemies. It didn't seem to possess intelligence, however.
However, the shadow reminded Qin Sang of the flower fairy he had met in the past, there were similarities.
After a moment, Qin Sang thought of something again, his mind moved slightly, the Jianxing converged, and transformed into a ferocious white tiger, slashing down.
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The shadow roared at the White Tiger, its body swelling with thick poison mist. But it was no match for the White Tiger's ferocity. The poison mist along with the shadow's form dissipated instantly.
Qin Sang feigned a move, a streak of black qi flew into his palm.
"As expected!"
Qin Sang sensed a familiar aura from the black air, the power that had once poisoned the disciples of Lougu Mountain.
He had previously guessed that his superpowers came from the acupoints, and it turned out to be true.
Operating the poison core, a slight sense revealed that the black qi's toxicity was extremely strong. The female disciple of Loach Mountain had different abilities and black qi within her body. It was estimated that she only brushed against it superficially; otherwise, she wouldn't have waited to see him.
"The shadow resembled a living thing, could that fairy not be a flower spirit transformed, but the shadow changed How many fairies were nurtured in those eye sockets"
Qin Sang was a little confused. The visions in his acupoints didn't match the descriptions in *The Poison God Scripture*.
He speculated that it might have been the owner of the flower field who had made private modifications, or it could be that due to years of being abandoned, the quirks had changed on their own.
Knowing the existence of shadows, Qin Sang added a degree of caution. If there were not many flower fairies, he could just kill them for their pearls. But if his eyes were filled with flower fairies, he would have to retreat three steps.
Having sealed away the black qi, Qin Sang continued deeper and soon encountered the second shadow. He eliminated it with his sword array as well, smoothly reaching the core of the acupoint.
At the end of the cave was a pitch-black space, with a faint glow flickering in the center.
By that sliver of light, one could see strange shadows slithering in the darkness.
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Seeing this scene, Qin Sang's eyelids jumped, and he suppressed his breath with all his might so as not to attract an attack.
The shadows here and those he had slain were of the same kind, confused and bewildered, as if bound by some strange force, unwilling to leave.
Qin Sang operated the Tianmu divine ability, his gaze piercing through the shadows and revealing the source of the fluorescence. He was instantly moved, his face filled with surprise.
The light source was a fruit, the size of a plum, crystal clear like grapes. Its skin was so delicate that it could be broken by a breath, seeming as if it would burst with nectar at the slightest touch.
The fruit is extremely alluring.
In fact, Qin Sang's eyes also became hot. He had cultivated poison arts for many years and was very familiar with Hua Lu. The aura of this fruit was very similar to Hua Lu!
Looking around, Qin Sang had a general guess in his mind. He calmly withdrew outside, taking out a wisp of black qi with his backhand and carefully pondering it.
After a short while, Qin Sang suddenly realized something. He returned his senses to the core of his eyes and felt it carefully. He nodded secretly, having eight out of ten certainty in his heart.
Black qi is the fundamental basis for the existence of shadows. Within the core of the black qi, faint fluctuations similar to those emanating from the flower fairy's inner orb can be detected.
Thus, it can be inferred that the Flower Fairy evolved from shadows, but the shadow in the eye of wisdom was forcefully interrupted by a special power before its transformation, remaining in this unique state.
That power originates from an array in the pupil's eye.
When Qin Sang figured out the function of this formation, he couldn't help but praise its ingenuity.
This array is ingeniously embedded within the core of the Flower Field Array. The energies of the two arrays perfectly merge, becoming nearly one. Those who are not familiar with the Poison God Scripture cannot discern the difference.
The surplus dew, gathered here, is transformed through this formation, yielding that spiritual fruit.
The spirit fruit is actually a poisonous fruit formed by watering the flower dew. In this form, it is preserved and not wasted. It also avoids the situation where no one tends to it for a long time, leading to the birth of extremely powerful flower fairies, causing the flower field to change hands easily.
This transformation cannot achieve perfection, the rest follows the original formation and disperses to the outside world. The toxicity changes and integrates into external poison bans, it will not give birth to a fairy of flowers.
Another part transformed into these shadows, and after reaching a certain level of power, their evolution was interrupted, bound within the acupoints, unable to escape for eternity.
More importantly, the dark energy within the shadow body wouldn't blend with resentment like the flower fairy's orbs, becoming inseparable.
Cultivators can separate resentment energy, although it takes some effort, the cultivation speed is faster than cultivating poison elements.
Of course, it didn't matter to Qin Sang whether there was resentment or not.
This formation also has its limits, it is not completely without flaws.
The depths of one's eyes gathering too many shadows, there will be a great upheaval someday. On that day, the shadows will no longer bind.
The Hua Xian is a lucky one who has broken free from constraints. If Qin Sang and others hadn't arrived, as the Hua Xian grew up, suppressing its instinctual fear, it would no longer be afraid of the exclusion of the Qiaoyan formation. It would break through the formation, devour its kind and poisonous fruit, becoming a generation of ferocious demons!
Now everything is cheap for Qin Sang.
Qin Sang was both surprised and amazed. While he had some understanding of the way of array formations, he couldn't have set up such a formation himself.
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The one who sets the formation is no ordinary person!
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Dao lineage of the "Poison God Canon" also once produced prodigies who were exceptionally talented and improved upon their ancestors' methods.
Yet for some reason, this person vanished without a trace in the cultivation world, and no relevant texts could be found.
Perhaps, there is a record in the Dao court...
Qin Sang pondered, sitting cross-legged in the cave, staring at the shadows that wandered around. Whenever a shadow approached alone, he would trap it with his sword array and silently kill it.
Wisps of black qi fell into Qin Sang's hands.
Having received a portion, Qin Sang stopped his movements and rose to give that alluring poisonous fruit a deep look before retreating.
The poisonous fruit should not be taken lightly; it must be harvested only after all the shadows have been slain, otherwise, they will be enraged. They will take advantage of the disruption in the formation to break free from their bonds, causing a chaotic dance of demons in the flower field.
Qin Sang couldn't wait to return to his cave dwelling and use the black qi for cultivation. The poison in the black qi wasn't as dense as the Flower Fairy's Orb, but it was stronger than flower dew. He wouldn't have to worry about a shortage of flower dew for a short time.
Thereafter, whenever Qin Sang had leisure time, he would enter the aperture to cleanse the shadows. After several repetitions, the aperture was cleared, leaving only the poisonous fruit.
A wisp of fragrance lingered at the tip of my nose.
A poisonous fruit has no roots or stem, appearing to grow in empty space. It arises out of thin air. In truth, the aura and formations of a poisonous fruit are intertwined, taking root within the formation itself.
After a moment of contemplation, Qin Sang extended his right hand, the Detoxifying Light enveloping his palm, just about to touch the poisonous fruit, but suddenly withdrew it, frowning and staring at the fruit.
He sensed that the poisonous fruit and the formation's energy were one. If he recklessly plucked the fruit, it could likely disrupt the eye of the formation, thus shaking the foundation of the entire array.
Over this period, Qin Sang has already learned this formation and understands how to repair it. However, the fusion of the two formations is very mysterious. Repairing them after damage is extremely difficult.
In a moment of contemplation, Qin Sang's expression shifted slightly. He formed his fingers into a knife and lightly cut through the skin of the poisonous fruit. Immediately, a drop of juice oozed out and fell into the jade bottle that Qin Sang had already prepared.
The light of the poisonous fruit dimmed slightly, causing the formation to fluctuate, but it soon calmed down.
Qin Sang sealed the jade bottle and smiled.
One only needs to take a little bit of the sap, and no one can enter the flower field left or right. The spirit fruit staying here doesn't matter either.
With a jade bottle in hand, Qin Sang returned to his cave abode and attempted to refine it. His eyes immediately lit up with astonishment.
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The venom of the poisonous fruit and the flower dew share the same origin, but surprisingly, the venom is even more pure and concentrated than the flower dew. By refining the venom itself, one's cultivation speed might be even faster than before!
Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The day of our agreement is fast approaching...
Qin Sang woke up from his meditation, remembering his promise to Qi Da Shi to start refining armor soon.
Master Qi devoted his heart and soul to the restoration of the True Treasure fragments for decades. This time, there was a high hope of success, but Qin Sang didn't feel the excitement one would expect upon obtaining such a treasure. Instead, he let out a long sigh.
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After a brief moment of reflection, Qin Sang stepped out of the hall of governance, his presence fading into the shadows.
Over eight years, he only went back once, to deliver the corpse of the ferocious beast. He had no idea what the situation in the immortal cultivation world was like.
The journey was smooth and uneventful, and upon reaching the island of Pú, I met Master Qí in the fire chamber.
"My friend, you have finally arrived!"
Master Qi's expression was a bit tense. Seeing Qin Sang, he relaxed.
"Poor Daoist will light the fire again for Master. Master, please feel free to do whatever you wish!" Qin Sang comforted.
Master Qi suddenly burst into laughter. "Naturally, I have nothing to fear. Even if the furnace explodes, can Daoist friend go to the underworld and collect debts from me"
Qin Sang knew it was a joke and couldn't help but smile, shaking his head repeatedly.
With laughter, Qi Da Shi released the tension in his heart, beckoning Qin Sang to close the fire room for a final discussion.
A month later.
The mansion's gates were tightly shut. Qi Master's disciples gathered before the fire room, all with anxious faces.
In the fire chamber, Fang Ding was activated. Qin Sang was in charge of the fire, and although he didn't look at the spirit fire, it was unusually docile.
Under Qin Sang's gaze, Master Qi raised the fragment of the true treasure, suspending it above the bronze cauldron. With ten fingers spinning like wheels, he struck out a series of hand seals, merging them into the water ripples within the fragment.
This refinement was unlike any before. Master Qi poured all his life's knowledge into the ritual, focusing solely on refining the remaining fragments of the True Treasure. For several days straight, he continued tirelessly.
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The fragments seem as they once were, but the surface's power of imprints may have been layered thousands upon thousands of times!
Master Qi was the only one who persisted until now, he needs Qin Sang's help.
Under their joint efforts in refining, the water color of the Zhenbao fragment became noticeably darker. Until the last seal was struck, a sudden ripple rose from the cauldron, and the water color spread throughout the fire room.
"Hurry!"
Master Qi handed over the remaining fragments of the True Treasure to Qin Sang, immediately prompting other spiritual materials to be used in refining his armor.
More than ten days later.
The anxious disciples suddenly felt the ground tremble. A scorching and chilling power erupted from the fire chamber, causing those with weaker cultivation to pale and retreat in succession.
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Everyone stared nervously at the furnace door.
Inside the chamber, the flames had subsided slightly, revealing two weary figures.
Master Qi held a suit of armor in his hands, his face brimming with uncontainable excitement.
The armor was only the size of a hand, lacking any plates. The entire suit of armor was like it was cast from water.
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Qin Sang's voice rang out, "This armor was made by a master craftsman. Please, Master, bestow a name upon it."
A flicker of gratitude passed through Master Qi's eyes. He hesitated for a long time, as if recalling something from the past, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "When I was young, I lived under Mount Ming. This armor is called the Mount Ming Armor. How is it"
“Ming Shan Gai, what a good name!” Qin Sang nodded.
Qi Da Shi played with it for a long time, reluctant to let go. He reluctantly handed the Ming Shan armor to Qin Sang and watched as he refined it. Suddenly, he looked up at the sky, his expression unreadable, and his voice ethereal: "Fellow Daoist, do you think the path of refining artifacts can lead to immortality"
He was so absorbed in refining weapons that he neglected his cultivation.
Was it his lack of talent and inability to grasp the truth, or was there truly no way to achieve both
Qin Sang raised his head and said in a deep voice, "There are three thousand avenues, and the way of refining weapons ranks among them. How can it be behind"
Master Qi sighed deeply, his head bowed as he murmured softly, "It's too late for me to have met Daoist He..."
Finally, with a heavy sigh, "It's too late!"
Two months later.
Star Island Immortal North.
Qin Sang and his disciples witnessed Qi Da Shi crossing the tribulation, but he perished under the thunder of tribulation.
At the last moment, Qin Sang seemed to see a phantom in the robbery cloud, waving goodbye from afar.rove it back to the depths of the Demon Sea. This battle took place two years ago, coinciding with the turmoil in the Demon Sea.Qin Sang, curious about the cold flames, walked towards a small one. The...