ng number of disaster victims at Qingyangguan. He didn't expect the ferry to be so crowded, and there are so many people gathered outside Sanwu City. He wonders how they will get through this harsh w...When Yu Zhangmen arrived, the cave dwelling was already wide open. Qin Sang stood at the entrance of the cave, gazing into the distance. For the first time, he had the mood to take a good look at this Yuncang Great Marsh.

The vast wetland, with water and sky blending seamlessly.

My sight extends far and wide.

Catching sight of a sword light slashing through the air, Qin Sang bowed from afar. "Disciple greets the Sect Master."

“Congratulations, Master Qin... Master Qin!”

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Master Yu pressed down on his escape light and glanced at Qin Sang. He looked even happier than Qin Sang himself. "Junior Brother Qin, please don't be so formal. According to the customary practices of the cultivation world, since you and I are now both Foundation Establishment cultivators, we should address each other as equals in the future. I am a few years older than you. If Junior Brother Qin doesn't mind, you can call me Senior Brother."

"Greetings, Senior Brother of the Head."

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Qin Sang readily accepted the change in address, but he didn't neglect his manners. "I am able to stand here today all thanks to my senior brother's guidance and care."

The Sect Leader Yu stroked his beard and smiled, thinking to himself that this young man was polite and well-mannered; it wasn't in vain that he had gone through all this trouble.

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Although he was being sent to be made into a cauldron, if Master Ma Mu truly had feelings for him, Qin Sang transforming into a golden elixir cultivator and becoming his dual cultivation partner wouldn't be impossible.

"That..."

Qin Sang nodded and said, "Junior Brother, I have already successfully built my foundation. I didn't dare to disturb Senior Brother Master. I have also cultivated the third layer. Now that the Jade Tripod is complete and the jade liquid is full, what should be done Please instruct Senior Brother Master, Junior Brother will follow your orders."

The head of the Yu sect bowed and said, "Brother Qin, as long as you have this heart, that's good. Just wait a moment, I will report to Master Ma Mu."

As he spoke, Yu Zhangmen struck out with a sword talisman. The two stood outside the cave, waiting quietly. Qin Sang watched the talisman disappear into the distance, and suddenly felt a twinge of anxiety in his heart. Although he had mentally prepared himself, facing it head-on still filled him with worry.

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The sword talisman retreated far away.

Soon, a beam of silver light suddenly flashed deep within the vast expanse of Yuncang. It moved with astonishing speed, appearing before them in an instant. A small white flying vessel hovered in front of the two.

Yu Zhangmen understood, turned his head to Qin Sang and said: "Brother Qin, Master Ma Mu uses a magic weapon to lead you. Follow the magic weapon, brother is unable to see you off."

Qin Sang took a deep breath, just about to step forward when he was stopped by Yu Zhangmen, who handed him a jade bottle.

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“This is the Nine Suns Pill. If you, junior brother, find it useful, remember not to delay too long. Quickly find a place to take the Nine Suns Pill and refine its power to reshape your foundation and exert its best effect. Otherwise, if your Qi Sea breaks apart, everything will be over. After things are done, remember to come to the Headmaster's Peak, junior brother Qin. I will change your Jade Booklet for you, and there are many benefits that only high-level disciples can enjoy. Don't forget.”

“Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother.”

Qin Sang took the jade bottle, and saw a single fiery red pill inside. Without even opening the bottle, he could feel the elixir radiating an overwhelming pure yang energy. It was indeed a top-notch restorative elixir.

Bidding farewell to the head of the Yu Sect, Qin Sang stepped onto the flying vessel. He felt a tremor beneath his feet and in the blink of an eye, he had traveled hundreds of zhang away.

The flying vessel surged forward like lightning, quickly leaving the boundaries of Shaohua Mountain. It continued onward, sailing deep into the Great Marsh. Beneath it, islands of various sizes and picturesque peaks flashed past. Gradually, land became less frequent, replaced by scattered small islands only.

Before Qin Sang, the fastest magic weapon he had ever ridden was still the flying shuttle jointly controlled by his three uncles when he first joined the Kui Yin Sect. Compared to this flying boat, it was as slow as a snail.

After flying for another distance, the flying vessel's speed suddenly decreased, finally landing in the airspace above an island.

Qin Sang leaned down to look. This island wasn't very big, a little larger than the deserted island where his cave was located. What was peculiar was that the small island was perfectly circular. There was a thin layer of mist above the island, and one could vaguely see two mountain ranges on either side of the island. In the valley between the mountains, streams flowed gently, with lush vegetation everywhere. Strange flowers and exotic plants were abundant, making the scenery incredibly beautiful.

The flying vessel slowly descended, and the clouds and mist on the island automatically dispersed to both sides. Qin Sang felt a sense of anticipation; only then did he realize that these clouds and mist were illusions created by an array formation.

Just as the grand formation had just been activated, the slightest trace of its energy caused Qin Sang to be secretly alarmed and dare not act rashly.

Upon entering the island, Qin Sang immediately felt an intense surge of spiritual energy. He realized that this small island was likely far more than just a place for cultivating the Spirit Eyes; his own cave dwelling paled in comparison to this place.

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After all, it's the cave abode of a Golden Core cultivator. It's enviable.

“Whoosh!”

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The flying vessel brought Qin Sang to a thatched cottage in the valley. After putting him down, it immediately turned and vanished, leaving Qin Sang surprised.

Qin Sang looked around. The thatched cottage wasn't big, the door and windows were tightly shut, and there was no sign of life inside.

He dared not use his divine sense to look inside, lest he be disrespectful. He stood rigidly in front of the door, waiting for a long time. There was no sound from inside, and he couldn't help but feel strange. Unable to bear it any longer, he bowed respectfully and said softly, "Disciple Qin Sang, pays respects to Master Ma Mu."

Still, no one replied.

Is there anyone in the house

Qin Sang was full of doubts, wondering what had happened. He was left outside like this and didn't dare to leave on his own accord. He waited for a whole night and another day.

Late at night, the moon was bright.

With a sudden creak, the wooden door swung open automatically, and a cold voice echoed, "Come in."

The sound is really nice.

Qin Sang startled and hurriedly brushed off the non-existent dust from his body. He composed himself, bowed slightly, and stepped inside. At a glance, he saw a young woman sitting in the candlelight of the wooden hut. She seemed to have been seated there all night.

"Greetings, master..."

Qin Sang was about to bow, but when he caught sight of the woman's face, he froze.

He had heard the name of Fairy Chén Yān many times on Shào Huá Mountain. Anyone who mentioned Fairy Chén Yān seemed entranced, even his fellow female disciples, whenever they saw Fairy Chén Yān's true face, their expressions were filled with infatuation.

He was curious and asked Zhuang Yan for a portrait of Shao Huashan that circulated in private among the people. It was said to be the work of a senior brother who had the reputation of being a master painter in the mortal realm, having dedicated himself to his art.

The woman in the painting is accompanied by white clouds and cranes, her clothes fluttering gracefully. She truly appears to be a world apart, with an ethereal air and an unparalleled beauty that is rare to find in the world.

Now, looking back, the charm of a painting can't compare to that of a real person.

Qin Sang wasn't captivated by her appearance. What shocked him was that even though they had agreed to meet the Ma Mu real person, why was the person in the wooden hut the Chen Yan fairy

"Morning smoke..."

Qin Sang opened his mouth, feeling a bit stuck. He suddenly realized he didn't know how to address Chen Yan Fairy. Her origins seemed very mysterious. When disciples in the sect mentioned her, they all called her "Fairy," without following the usual custom of addressing her as "Master Ancestor."

“Disciple Qin Sang, pays respects to Senior Uncle Chenyan.”

Qin Sang steadied herself, performed a grand bow, and kept her eyes on the dancing shadows cast by the lamps on the floor. Her mind was in turmoil, unable to grasp what was happening.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered that Chen Yan Fairy had gone into seclusion for twenty years to form her Nascent Soul. When he first entered Shao Hua Mountain, Chen Yan Fairy was still in retreat at Jingyue Peak. She hadn't come out for long, and it was said that she had failed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Could it not be Ma Mu himself, but...

East White.

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Qin Sang leaned against the wall and walked out.

His eyes were lifeless, his complexion pale and yellow, his hair was white.ive years have passed in the blink of an eye.In the cultivation world of Beichen Realm, it is rare for such a long period of stability.Xiaohan Domain, Tianyao Hill, Tianxing Alliance, Ziyuan and the D...