Chapter 202
Zhao Ying held two forms, her gaze flickering between KSC-01 and KSC-02, her lips twitching slightly.
Xiang Xiaoyuan shivered at the endless darkness of the containment chamber No. 0, giving a thumbs up.
“Governor Chen, awesome, awesome!”
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**Chapter 216: Sudden Change**
Meanwhile, in the small secret realm.
Yue Qianchi and Li Qingran successfully located the entrance to the Yaowang Valley ruins. This time, the ruins had shifted from last year’s location, but they were easier to find. However, entering the Yaowang Valley was quite a challenge—the sealing formation was obscure and complex. If they hadn’t happened to encounter Yun Suxin coming out of the ruins, they might have wasted half a day here.
“This is Longzhe Xing and Xuelan Gan, no need to thank me!”
Yun Suxin handed the two missing medicinal ingredients for the Baicao Detoxification Pill to Li Qingran.
“Actually, these two ingredients weren’t rare spiritual herbs in ancient times. It’s just that the spiritual energy in the Cangyun Realm has declined, and the environment outside the Cangyun Realm is no longer suitable for their survival.”
Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi looked at Yun Suxin, who spoke as if she were recounting treasured memories, with admiration.
They were currently in the Yaowang Pavilion of the Yaowang Valley ruins, a spiraling tower structure. The wooden walls around them were filled with countless compartments, each storing various spiritual herbs. Some compartments had already been rummaged through, but those protected by restrictions were mostly well-preserved. The two ingredients were found among the countless compartments.
This task would have been incredibly difficult for them.
Yet Yun Suxin managed it in less than half an hour, including the time spent breaking the restrictions.
“Did you come to the Yaowang Valley to search for some herbs as well, Miss Yun? Any results?” Yue Qianchi asked curiously.
Yun Suxin’s expression darkened, her fingers tightening around the porcelain medicine bottle, her long lashes casting delicate shadows beneath her eyes.
The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy with silence. Yue Qianchi felt a bit at a loss, realizing she might have asked something inappropriate. She quickly waved her hand with a forced smile, “Uh, if it’s not convenient to talk about, that’s fine. I was just asking casually.”
“My mother has a severe internal injury. I came to find healing medicine for her. The injury has severely eroded her foundation and damaged her lifespan,” Yun Suxin shook her head with a bitter smile, her voice as soft as a fallen leaf: “Though the Yaowang Valley is good, it can no longer provide miraculous medicines like the Hunyuan Butian Dan.”
Hunyuan Butian Dan? Li Qingran was taken aback.
This was the pill her master had used to treat her dantian.
At that time, she knew the pill was extremely precious, but now it seemed its rarity exceeded her imagination.
She looked at the dejected Yun Suxin with a complex expression.
For others, treasures that required immense effort and risk to obtain were within her reach like a gift from the heavens.
If it weren’t for her master, she would surely be as desperate as Yun Suxin now.
“The Yaowang Valley might really not have the Hunyuan Butian Dan anymore,” Yue Qianchi frowned slightly, pondering: “Five years ago, the Yaowang Valley ruins produced twelve Hunyuan Butian Dans, nine of which were taken by disciples of the Holy Land. Those twelve must have been the limit for the Yaowang Valley… However, with so many ancient sects, perhaps the Yaowang Valley doesn’t have any, but others might.”
“I plan to go to Song Chiyue to try my luck,” Yun Suxin adjusted her emotions, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes: “Have you heard? Song Chiyue discovered a site of an ancient sect, and this sect’s ruins are newly appeared and have not been explored. Regardless of whether there are Hunyuan Butian Dans inside, as long as I join in purifying the demonic energy, I can make a request to her. I’ll ask for the Hunyuan Butian Dan; what if she has some?”
Yue Qianchi felt this hope was quite slim.
The Holy Land had taken nine Hunyuan Butian Dans, and five years had passed, so they must have been used by their disciples. Still, she comforted her, “The Holy Land has talented disciples, and I haven’t heard of any issues with their dantians in recent years. There must be some left… We should go there too; why not travel together?”
Yun Suxin glanced at Li Qingran shyly, hesitating to speak, her cheeks flushing slightly.
She had previously had a conflict with Li Qingran, and although she had helped her find the spiritual herbs, she still cared about Li Qingran’s opinion of her.
It would be best to travel with the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.
Especially since Yue Qianchi was already in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, her strength was only slightly inferior to those disciples of the Holy Land.
Even Li Qingran had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, her speed of improvement was astonishing.
If she could travel with these two, her safety would undoubtedly increase significantly.
Li Qingran noticed the hesitation and embarrassment hidden in Yun Suxin’s eyes. She stepped forward, taking Yun Suxin’s cold hand, and smiled gently, “You’ve helped us find two medicinal ingredients, so let’s go together to find the Hunyuan Butian Dan. If that doesn’t work, we can try other pills. There must be a way to extend your mother’s life!”
Yun Suxin’s fingertips trembled in Li Qingran’s palm.
“Thank you…” The words lingered on her tongue, but when she spoke, they came out as a half-choked whisper.
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Inside the ancient sect ruins.
A group of cultivators was battling the remains of demonic cultivators within the ruins.
Song Chiyue was not standing behind everyone as a mere bystander; she was at the forefront, personally fighting alongside the disciples of the Yaochi.
Vines surged like a raging dragon through the remains, with Song Chiyue standing amidst them, her elegant dress fluttering as the soul bells rang, resembling cold plum blossoms blooming in the crimson mist. With a wave of her hand, thick vines as wide as door panels swept out, and the area around her was littered with shattered remains of demonic cultivators.
The powerful remains that fell to her were few.
But she had killed more ordinary demonic cultivator remains than all the other cultivators combined.
The range of destruction caused by the vines was vast. Usually, they were as gentle as a new sprout at Song Chiyue’s fingertips, but at this moment, they transformed into lethal weapons, mercilessly harvesting the approaching demonic remains. This significantly reduced the pressure on the other sect disciples, allowing each disciple to focus on just one demonic cultivator remain.
The strength of the demonic cultivator remains in the ruins ranged from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core.
They were unafraid of pain, driven only by a frenzied instinct to kill. This posed a challenge to the sect disciples, but the Buddhist light set up by Monk Huikong suppressed them, and as the demonic energy in the ruins gradually thinned, these remains could only exert about sixty percent of their strength.
“Hahaha! What a thrill!” A disciple of the Blade Sect kicked away the head of a demonic cultivator remain, laughing as he exclaimed, “Usually, we hardly see a demonic cultivator, and I regretted not being able to kill one. Now, I’m really enjoying myself in this secret realm!”
“Absolutely, absolutely!” The other cultivators looked at Monk Huikong, who was stabilizing the Buddhist light formation, and at Song Chiyue, who was fighting the hardest, praising them endlessly: “With friends like Daoist Song, Daoist Huikong, and Daoist Qin in our Cangyun Realm, how dare these demonic cultivators cause trouble? They’re probably hiding in some corner, trembling in fear!”
Mo Shumei stood behind the disciple who spoke, rolling her eyes.
Though she didn’t want to be a demonic cultivator, she was indeed one.
Moreover, as far as she knew, the demonic cultivators weren’t hiding in any corners, trembling in fear.
On the contrary, these demonic cultivators had already moved to the mortal realm, living like emperors, unlike these righteous cultivators who were constantly scrambling for resources.
As the group of cultivators gradually pushed inward, the demonic cultivator remains they encountered grew stronger.
Fortunately, they were just a step away from the entrance of the sect ruins, and everyone could grit their teeth and hold on.
But just then… boom—!
A red light suddenly fell from the sky, breaking through the mist and crashing down onto the core of the formation set up by Huikong.
The terrifying energy wave struck the core of the formation, which was suffused with Buddhist light, instantly tainting it. The energy wave, containing the power to reverse the Dao rhythm, quickly spread throughout the entire formation.
Huikong’s expression changed drastically, and by the time he withdrew his inner breath, it was already too late.
A sweet taste filled his throat, and a jet of black blood shot out three feet, extinguishing all eighty-one eternal lamps around him in an instant!
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**Chapter 217: Backlash of the Formation**
“What was that red light just now?”
“Buddha bless, that scared me!”
The cultivators looked up at the sky; the red light came and went swiftly, crashing into the core of the formation before vanishing without a trace.
“Look at Master Huikong!” a sect disciple shouted in alarm.
They saw Monk Huikong, who had been sitting cross-legged on the bronze pillar at the entrance of the ruins, now lying there, blood streaming from his seven orifices, unconscious.
Not only had all eighty-one eternal lamps, which served as the secondary formation eyes, extinguished, but they had also ignited with demonic flames.
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