"I can’t sell the sa item multiple tis here? Fine!"
Zhong Shenxiu thought briefly before agreeing, took out the refining technique he had transcribed, and exchanged it for another Soul Summoning Banner refining technique provided by Crow Elder.
As soon as he received the technique, he quickly glanced over it and nodded in approval.
To refine this magic artifact, the cultivator himself needs to cultivate a soul-related Daoist skill in order to integrate it into the prepared artifact embryo to form the artifact’s prohibition.
Indeed, it matched quite well with his Profound Yin Soul fragnt; perhaps they were originally one and the sa.
However, since he hadn’t reached the Gang Sha Realm, he had no intention of refining any magic artifacts.
After completing the transaction, he got up and mingled with other groups.
This Black Mountain Small eting was indeed a gathering of loose cultivators, most of whom were not only impoverished but also of low cultivation levels.
A Gang Sha Realm cultivator was clearly considered a formidable expert, and there were quite a few Innate Martial Practitioners like him.
There were even a few mortals mixed in, though it was unclear how they had gotten in.
They ford several circles, sotis chatting and sotis exchanging items, which greatly broadened Zhong Shenxiu’s knowledge.
As a group of individuals pursuing the path of immortality, they mostly discussed how to enter the path of cultivation and the cultivation of the Gang Sha Realm.
The more he listened, the more perplexed Zhong Shenxiu felt.
’Gang Sha Realm cultivation involves consuming Nine Yin and swallowing Eight Yang, but shouldn’t the rging of Evil Qi and Gang Qi, corresponding one-to-one, be ideal? Why is there a deficiency? What does that signify? Nine Yin and Eight Yang, how should the final strand of Evil Qi be rged?’
He didn’t know the answer, but he was clear that it wasn’t a foundational issue; otherwise, Yan Han wouldn’t have produced so many Superpower Experts and Primordial Pill Masters.
It was simply his lack of understanding of this cultivation system.
With these doubts, Zhong Shenxiu waited until the end of the Black Mountain Small eting.
Crow Elder flapped his wings, opening several passages in the mist, allowing people to file out one after the other.
Zhong Shenxiu chose a passage and, looking at the slowly rising triple morning suns on the horizon, couldn’t help but think to himself, "Will there be any exciting and pleasing plots coming up?"
After all, in the world of true cultivation, were there ever few incidents of murder and treasure looting?
With this thought in mind, he simply strolled leisurely, intentionally creating opportunities for others.
After walking several miles, he heard a shout behind him, "Fellow Daoist, please stop!"
Zhong Shenxiu’s scalp tingled, and he quickened his pace, not wanting to deal with this person.
"What’s going on?"
Behind him, Feng Yigong, who was prepared to rob and murder, was taken aback.
This Feng Yigong, also an Innate Martial Practitioner, had cultivated a peculiar Daoist skill called ’Soul Shattering Shout’!
Every ti he used it, just by humming, he could make his opponent lose their soul and be at his rcy.
Relying on this skill, he beca a notorious bandit, quite carefree, but later, when selling his loot, his tracks were exposed, forcing him to flee to the remote areas.
Yet, even in the Fufeng Protectorate, he couldn’t let go of his old trades. Today, at the Black Mountain Small eting, seeing Zhong Shenxiu’s candid and unguarded deanor, looking like a naive greenhorn, he was instantly interested.
Later, seeing that he possessed two refining techniques, his interest grew even more, and he intentionally followed him, preparing to make a move.
But unexpectedly, his shout infused with the power of Soul Shattering, "Fellow Daoist, please stop," only made the other party run faster.
"Could it be that the reputation of Old Man as a murderer and a bandit has spread here?" Feng Yigong thought to himself and then shouted loudly, "Ha!"
This ti, he unfurled his Soul Dispelling Shout with all his might, aiming at the boy who was trying to escape.
Originally, this mystical skill was created by a Superpower Expert of the Divine Power Realm, divided into Soul Dispelling Shout and Desolate Chant.
When one reached the Gang Sha Realm and found the two Qi of He and Ha, if they could fully cultivate it, each shout would truly be extraordinary in might, and killing formidable enemies would be no trouble at all.
Especially after reaching the Divine Power Realm, using these two Daoist skills as the core, one could form a ’Soul Dispersing Desolate Divine Skill,’ specifically targeting the Divine Soul with ferocious might.
Unfortunately, Feng Yigong’s inherited legacy was incomplete; it only recorded the Soul Dispelling Shout and he hadn’t reached the Gang Sha Realm, nor had he found the two Qi of He and Ha, so he couldn’t cultivate the Soul Dispelling Shout to the real power of Daoist skill.
Otherwise, with a single shout, Zhong Shenxiu would at least have felt his head spin and swell.
However, at that mont, he looked back and imdiately revealed a cold smile, waved his hand, and a swath of Black Fog swallowed Feng Yigong.
"How dare you! Fighting so close to Black Wind Ridge!"
Suddenly, a loud shout ca from midair.
A mass of yellow sand swirled towards him, seemingly with a person inside. With a raise of his hand, more than a dozen strands of yellow sand transford into dragons and armored soldiers, falling from the sky to encircle Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu’s expression was cold and stern, as if he were a lofty deity from the high heavens, his palms coming together and then separating again.
Imdiately, several ghastly souls appeared around him, clashing with these sand soldiers and generals.
"Gang Sha Realm cultivator?"
He looked up briefly, then suddenly took a step forward, rging into the void, shrinking the ground to an inch, arriving above that mass of yellow sand. With a wave of his sleeves, a dense darkness continuously spread downwards.
From the yellow sand below, there seed to erge flying daggers and swords, and even sand and fire and water, falling upon this patch of darkness, but were quickly dissolved.
Finally, the darkness fell straight down, eating away at the entire mass of yellow sand. Soone seed to scream tragically from within, then abruptly stopped.
Zhong Shenxiu withdrew his hand, glanced in a certain direction, suddenly smiled, stepped forward, and disappeared completely.
...
After a while, a white mist dissipated to reveal a crow, a monkey, and a woman.
"This..."
The woman with a silver-white mask covered her lips, "Crow Elder, that Feng Yigong is one thing, but that mass of yellow sand, could it be Yellow Sand Saint’s Flying Sand and Stone Dao?"
"Heh heh..." The Crow Elder cackling weirdly a few tis, shouted, "Is the Flying Sand and Stone Daoist skill even questionable? In years past, Yellow Sand Saint used it to bury several fortresses and kill countless people. Who would have thought he’d et his doom today!"
"I heard that Feng Yigong joined Yellow Sand Saint, hence he murdered and looted rampantly, tarnishing the na of our Black Mountain Small eting. I was originally planning to teach him a lesson, but today, he ran into a tough opponent and even implicated Yellow Sand Saint."
"The monkey shouted, "So it turns out Young Master Shen Xiu is a Superpower Expert, no wonder he makes no attempt to hide his face."
A Superpower Expert is a rare master in any realm, naturally not needing to conceal anything.
Low strength yet high profile is stupid.
Strength combined with high profile shows proper deanor and confidence.
Crow Elder and the woman with the silver-white mask exchanged looks, both nodding silently while their hearts were like turbulent waves, mixed with imnse resentnt.
You, a Divine Power Realm expert, pretend to be a naïve one here to create chaos— that’s not calling a mole a mole, that’s deceiving people!
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