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After Sun De left, Qin Sang looked at Zhuang Yan with suspicion. "Brother Zhuang, what are the pitfalls that Brother Sun mentioned?"

Zhuang Yan sighed softly and shook his head. "Brother Qin, the chores within the sect are indeed tedious and sometimes easy, but generally fair. The heavier chores offer more pay each month and occasionally bring unexpected opportunities. However, they take up time for cultivation, so many brothers are unwilling to choose them. Yet someone must handle these tasks, and Brother Sun often faces a dilemma. He can only forcibly assign them to new brothers and sisters, which has caused considerable criticism.

"Brother Sun and I get along quite well. I'll prepare a list for you later, and you can choose from it. However, once you make a choice, you cannot regret it—you must commit for five years unless Brother Sun breaks through to the Foundation Establishment stage. What do you think?"

Qin Sang understood that Zhuang Yan was being accommodating, and pressing further would be shameless. Gratefully, he replied, "Thank you, Brother Zhuang."

As the two walked and talked, Qin Sang learned that the chores in Shaohua Mountain extended beyond the sect itself.

For instance, monks from Shaohua Mountain managed several large markets near the mountain gate, ensuring unruly rogue cultivators behaved. Such chores were highly profitable. However, Zhuang Yan made it clear that unless Qin Sang could build a connection with a senior master, this opportunity was out of reach.

Additionally, Shaohua Mountain oversaw several mortal capitals. Some were governed by immortal cultivation families affiliated with the sect, while others required direct supervision. These tasks primarily aimed to prevent rogue cultivators, monsters, or evil practitioners from wreaking havoc. Interfering with the mortal world without cause was forbidden and severely punished.

After careful consideration, Qin Sang decided to pursue chores outside the mountain gate.

While searching for the Song family in nearby markets, he also inquired about places rumored to harbor evil spirits. He noted several locations in remote wilderness areas but lacked the time to verify them.

As long as he had the Soul Pill, his cultivation speed would not fall behind others. Though the spiritual energy outside Shaohua Mountain might be less abundant, the impact would be minimal.

Returning to the wooden hall, Zhuang Yan handed him a jade slip. Using his spiritual sense, Qin Sang discovered why certain chores were unpopular.

The first task listed was to serve as a medicine boy at Jiuding Peak, assisting with alchemy. The slip detailed many examples of disciples who became accomplished alchemists under expert guidance. However, it also mentioned the downside: they had to tend to the alchemy furnace for at least six hours daily.

Skipping over internal chores, Qin Sang scanned the list until he found a task to guard the Earth Sinking Cave.

The description stated that the sinkhole was bottomless, with its underground cave teeming with evil spirits. Shaohua Mountain had placed restrictive wards over it, requiring constant vigilance to prevent the spirits from escaping and wreaking havoc.

Qin Sang was surprised at the level of caution surrounding the Earth Sinking Cave. Was the evil energy here even more dangerous than that of Yin Sha Abyss? Withdrawing his consciousness, he asked Zhuang Yan, "Brother Zhuang, is there a vacancy for guarding the Earth Sinking Cave?"

Zhuang Yan looked at him oddly. "You're choosing this one?"

When Qin Sang nodded, Zhuang Yan clapped his hands with delight. "Excellent! The Earth Sinking Cave will be yours from now on. Let me update your waist badge."

Qin Sang handed over his badge, his expression darkening. "Brother Zhuang, tell me the truth. Is the Earth Sinking Cave one of the sect's notorious 'pitfalls'?"

Zhuang Yan, looking immensely relieved, grinned. "The Earth Sinking Cave is indeed one of the recognized major pitfalls. The cave is dark and cold, and the restriction obscures everything from the outside. Those without strong resolve cannot endure it. However, if you can tolerate the solitude, it's one of the better chores."

Qin Sang nodded thoughtfully, though he doubted Zhuang Yan's words were entirely true. Still, he needed the Yin Sha Qi and resolved to persevere as long as his life wasn't at risk.

The two finalized the arrangements, and Zhuang Yan took Qin Sang to the Dharma Transmission Hall. The presiding master had already arrived. Since Qin Sang was newly admitted to the sect, he didn't need to pay spirit stones for the first month and took the opportunity to attend.

Fascinated by the lecture, Qin Sang marveled at the master's expertise in spells, especially the Five Elements techniques. Even a casual remark from the master sparked inspiration, far surpassing anything Yue Wu could offer.

The lecture resolved many of Qin Sang's prior doubts, leaving him deeply appreciative. He realized that, in comparison to sect disciples, casual cultivators had far fewer opportunities.

Now he understood why others avoided the Earth Sinking Cave.

Its remote location required guardians to remain year-round, missing valuable teachings like these.

After the lecture, the disciples rose to bid the master farewell. Since Qin Sang had another month at Shaohua Mountain, he decided to stay and learn as much as possible before heading to the Earth Sinking Cave.

"The chore you chose, Junior Brother Qin?"

As the crowd dispersed, Sun De's voice called from behind. Qin Sang turned and greeted him. "Senior Brother Sun, I've been assigned to guard the Earth Sinking Cave."

Sun De glanced at Zhuang Yan and sighed. "You tricked someone again."

Zhuang Yan replied proudly, "You can't blame me. Junior Brother Qin chose it himself."

Sun De, momentarily stunned, turned to Qin Sang. "Guarding the Earth Sinking Cave isn't so bad. Five years will pass quickly. When do you plan to leave? Shall we go together?"

Zhuang Yan interjected, explaining that Sun De managed the medicine garden on Dianyun Mountain, not far from the Earth Sinking Cave. "If you run into trouble, ask Senior Brother Sun for help. He's known as a 'timely rain' around Shaohua Mountain."

Qin Sang smiled. "I'll rely on Senior Brother Sun in the future. But I still have some matters to finish. I plan to leave next month and will join you then."

The following day, Qin Sang visited Pagoda Peak alone.

As a newcomer, his status held little sway there. Paying the required spirit stones, he entered the first floor, where information on spiritual medicines and fruits was displayed.

An hour later, Qin Sang emerged, visibly disappointed. As he'd suspected, the first floor contained only common spiritual medicines and fruits—none as rare as the mysterious orchid.

Still, the trip wasn't a waste. He familiarized himself with many plants he might encounter in the future.

Accessing the second floor required a Foundation Establishment cultivator's badge. Lacking connections with any such masters besides Uncle Wen, Qin Sang set the matter aside for now.

Over the next month, he remained at Shaohua Mountain, absorbing all he could from the lectures. Less than a month later, however, he suddenly departed in haste.

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South of Wuchen State lies a sprawling range of uninhabited mountains.

Mortals are unaware that nestled within these peaks are several desolate mountain ranges. These mountains bear no grass, no birds or animals, and their stones and soil are a peculiar black hue. Black smoke continuously drifts from cracks in the ground, corrupting the surrounding forests.

As Qin Sang approached, an eerie chill seeped into his body and heart. He flew through the air, descended with his flying shuttle, and surveyed the bleak expanse of "black mountain tops." He thought the name "Earth Sinkhole" hardly did justice to this place, as its expanse was far greater than the Yin Sha Abyss.

The Earth Sinkhole itself was an enormous pit, like a crater left by a meteorite, with a diameter of several hundred feet. A constant stream of dark Yin Sha Qi surged against the protective barrier at the sinkhole's entrance, trapped like swimming fish. The bottom of the pit was pitch black, as if it opened directly into the underworld.

Thankfully, the Earth Sinkhole was hidden deep within the mountains. If it were closer to the nearby small nations, the devastation it could unleash would be unimaginable.

As Qin Sang descended into the sinkhole, a shiver ran through him, his face turning grim. Though he carried two magic tools—the Warming Yang Pearl and the Evil Avoidance Pocket—designed to counteract the effects of Yin Sha Qi, the cold here was far more intense than in the Yin Sha Abyss.

The cave entrance led downward, revealing an ever-expanding abyss beneath. The Earth Sinkhole rivaled the vastness of the Yin Sha Abyss, with countless cracks branching out like a sprawling web. These cracks stretched far beyond, spreading the effects of the Yin Sha Qi over hundreds of miles.

Qin Sang located his assigned cave dwelling along the stone walls, entered, and activated its protective barriers, allowing some warmth to return to his body.

The cave was modest and bare. He picked up a jade slip left within and placed it against his brow. It contained a detailed map of the Earth Sinkhole, highlighting the protective barriers established by Shaohua Mountain.

Completely sealing such an expansive area would have been too resource-intensive. Shaohua Mountain had instead deployed a simple illusion array to conceal the sinkhole, with barriers blocking the larger openings to slow the spread of the Yin Sha Qi. New cracks frequently formed, and existing barriers could occasionally falter under pressure.

Qin Sang's duty was to patrol the sinkhole every two days, document any changes, and report them to his superiors to prevent unforeseen disasters.

Determined to understand his post fully, Qin Sang decided to begin his patrol immediately.

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"Fellow Daoist Hong is not in his cave, and he did not leave any message for his friends. Fellow Daoist Liu and I forced our way in and found that the cave had been empty for a long time. Either Fellow Daoist Hong left in a hurry due to some urgent matter, or he met with an accident outside," said the two casual cultivators, who were close friends of Hong Shan. They returned to Dianyun Mountain with tired faces.

Both were deeply worried. They shared a close relationship with Hong Shan and had not seen him since their last gathering. They initially assumed that Hong Shan had gained some insights and was practicing in seclusion.

However, when he failed to attend gatherings he never missed, they realized he was missing.

Sun De frowned, scanning the group before asking, "Did any of you speak with Fellow Daoist Hong after the last gathering?"

Everyone shook their heads.

At that moment, Qin Sang arrived, descending on his flying shuttle. Sun De's eyes brightened, and he hurried over, asking, "Brother Qin, the last time you saw Fellow Daoist Hong in the Earth Sinkhole, did he mention where he planned to go next?"

As Qin Sang landed, he noticed the peculiar stares directed his way and frowned slightly. After listening to Sun De's inquiry, he quickly grasped the situation.

Though Qin Sang and Hong Shan had only shared drinks once and were not particularly close, he remained calm. In the world of immortal cultivation, betrayal and violence for treasure were not uncommon, but Qin Sang had never stooped to such actions.

He replied calmly, "Fellow Daoist Hong mentioned that he intended to use the Yin Sha Qi to temper a magic weapon. I even sent a talisman to Senior Brother Sun for confirmation. After receiving confirmation, I returned to my cave to cultivate. Later, during my routine patrols, I did not encounter Fellow Daoist Hong again. Are you saying he's missing?"

Sun De sighed in frustration. "No one has seen Fellow Daoist Hong since then. Could it be…?"

Dozens of cultivators descended in front of the sinkhole. After Qin Sang explained the locations of the key restrictions, they began their search, focusing on the crack where Hong Shan was last seen.

While Qin Sang often patrolled the upper levels of the sinkhole and found no trace of Hong Shan, the other casual cultivators—lacking sufficient cultivation—could not linger long in the Yin Sha Qi. Only Qin Sang and Sun De ventured deeper into the sinkhole.

Feeling responsible for the incident on his territory, Qin Sang accompanied Sun De. After some time, Sun De pointed to a crack and shouted, "Here!"

Qin Sang flew over and sighed upon seeing the scene.

The crack was well hidden, with a narrow entrance that widened as one moved inward. A stone platform extended out at the widest point, upon which several formation flags were placed, likely to block the erosion of the Yin Sha Qi.

On the ground, between the formation flags, Hong Shan sat cross-legged, motionless. His body was stiff, his face dark blue, and there was no breath of life. In his hands was a magic weapon resembling an ice blade, faintly glowing with cold light and surrounded by a wisp of Yin Sha Qi.

Sun De kicked aside the formation flags and approached Hong Shan. After a brief inspection, he shook his head and said, "The Yin Sha Qi entered his body and turned him into a block of ice. I warned Fellow Daoist Hong that using Yin Sha Qi to temper magic weapons was dangerous and could harm him if mishandled, but he didn't listen. Now he's met such a tragic end. Junior Brother Qin, please gather his belongings. I'll take his body up to let him rest in peace."

The two of them ascended with Hong Shan's remains. Upon hearing the story, everyone else fell silent.

Sun De handed Hong Shan's ice blade, formation flags, and mustard seed bag to one of his friends, saying, "Fellow Daoist Bai, I remember that Fellow Daoist Hong has descendants. These are his belongings—please pass them on to them. Let me know when Fellow Daoist Hong is buried, and I will come to pay my respects."

The tragic news dampened everyone's spirits, and they dispersed in pairs or small groups.

After the others left, Qin Sang asked Sun De, "Brother Sun, should we report this to the sect?"

Sun De replied, "That's up to you. You can report it if you like, but no one will care. Brother Wang, who guarded the sinkhole before you, also disappeared suddenly. His case was even worse—his body was never found, and it's suspected he fell into the sinkhole. The sect sent a senior uncle to investigate, but after taking a quick look, they ignored it. Brother Hong was just a casual cultivator. Who would bother with him?"

Qin Sang was surprised. "Didn't the senior uncle explore the depths of the sinkhole?"

Sun De chuckled wryly. "Impossible. Beneath the sinkhole lies a Disha Yin Vein. The Yin Sha Qi above is merely a surface phenomenon—a condensation of the Yin energy devoured by the Disha. It pales in comparison to the true Disha Qi. It's said that even a Jindan-level master from the sect dared not venture deep into the Disha Yin Vein. Instead, they chose to seal it with barriers. The senior uncle wasn't about to risk it either. The Disha Yin Vein is unpredictable—who knows what might exist there? Junior Brother Qin, you should be cautious as well."

After Sun De left, Qin Sang pondered deeply. No wonder his magic tools couldn't fully resist the sinkhole's chill. The Disha Qi, the most yin and malevolent energy in the world, was concentrated here in a vast Yin Vein.

This revelation made Qin Sang even more wary. He avoided venturing into the depths and stayed at the upper levels, where the abundant Yin Sha Qi was sufficient for his cultivation needs.

Balancing his routine patrols, cultivation, and occasional trips to Shaohua Mountain for sermons or Dianyun Mountain for gatherings, Qin Sang focused his efforts. Despite his social interactions, he felt a lingering sense of distance from others, even Sun De.

After exchanging for a refined sword-controlling technique at Pagoda Peak, Qin Sang meticulously studied it, gradually refining his bond with his spiritual sword. He was now one step closer to mastering the sword energy and achieving the coveted power of a true sword cultivator.

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"Brother Sun, fellow Daoists, I may not be able to attend the next gathering. I apologize to you all," Qin Sang said, raising a glass of wine to toast everyone.

A swordsman in a green robe looked slightly intrigued, leaned forward, and asked, "Is Fellow Daoist Qin planning to break through?"

Qin Sang smiled and nodded, which immediately drew a wave of congratulations and envious glances.

He had been tireless since joining Shaohua Mountain. A few days ago, he finally sensed the energy required to break through the tenth level. For the past two days, he had ceased his regular practice to adjust his state of mind and prepare for a retreat tonight to achieve the breakthrough.

This milestone would grant him eligibility for a Foundation Establishment Pill from Shaohua Mountain, but Qin Sang had no plans to use it immediately. Given his talent, taking it too early would be a waste. He intended to wait until he reached the thirteenth level.

It was a pity Kuiyin Sect had launched its attack prematurely. A few more years might have given him access to two Foundation Establishment Pills.

Sun De, clearly delighted, raised his wine glass toward the bright moon and shouted, "Then I wish Brother Qin success in his breakthrough. We'll celebrate your achievement soon!"

Upon returning to his cave, Qin Sang inspected the Earth Sinking Cave, sent a message to his master, and activated the protective magic mirror. Then he settled on the bamboo mat at the center of the water, reciting his incantations several times. Achieving a calm state, he sank into meditation and focused on his cultivation.

Breaking through the tenth level was as challenging as overcoming the ninth, but progress was methodical and achievable with persistence. Over twenty days passed, and Qin Sang finally succeeded in breaking through. Though overjoyed, he continued his meditation to stabilize his newly achieved state.

Meanwhile, a dozen sound-transmission notes accumulated outside Qin Sang's cave as he remained in seclusion.

The Earth Sinking Cave was desolate and lifeless. Streams of malevolent energy surged upward, straining against the seals containing it. The dissipating energy eroded the surrounding terrain, withering nearby plants and trees.

That day, a figure approached the cave silently, standing at the edge of the entrance and gazing downward with shifting expressions. The man wore Shaohua Mountain's signature clean-dust robe. It was Sun De.

Sun De stared at the cave for a while, his face contemplative, before murmuring, "A month should be enough. I hope you've made good progress, Junior Brother Qin."

Afterward, Sun De glanced around and quickly entered the cave through a side fissure. Navigating the winding paths with ease, he soon arrived at Qin Sang's cave.

Spotting the sound-transmission notes hovering outside the cave's protective barrier, Sun De collected them all, a mysterious smile forming on his lips.

Sun De knocked twice on the stone door, but hearing no response, he pressed his palm against it. Spiritual power surged from his hand, and the protective barrier began to disintegrate.

Inside, Qin Sang, startled and alarmed, was abruptly roused from meditation. Initially, he wondered who might be visiting. Realizing someone was forcibly breaking the barrier, his shock turned to suspicion.

The cave's protections, left by his master, were formidable enough to deter casual cultivators. Additionally, Qin Sang had installed the Bewitching Mirror as a safeguard. The intruder's ability to dismantle these defenses so effortlessly spoke volumes about their strength.

Qin Sang quickly calmed himself. Whoever the intruder was, they clearly harbored ill intentions. He activated the Bewitching Mirror, hoping to trap the intruder and assess the situation. If the intruder was too powerful, Qin Sang planned to escape and call for aid.

He summoned the ebony sword, its sword energy swirling around it. With his newly deepened spiritual reserves, Qin Sang was confident in his ability to defend himself.

The cave door creaked open, and the protective light flickered before dissipating. Sun De entered but was immediately ensnared by the Bewitching Mirror. Black mist swirled around him, yet his face remained composed. Gazing at the rolling fog, he smirked.

"An evil artifact refined by Yi Laogui himself... Junior Brother Qin, you are indeed cautious. No wonder you've survived until now. Unfortunately, you are destined to become a sacrifice."

Sun De traced a mysterious rune in the air, sending it into the mist. The Bewitching Mirror trembled violently, emitting subtle cracking sounds as fine fractures formed on its surface. The black mist began dissipating rapidly.

Recognizing Sun De, Qin Sang was momentarily stunned but dismissed the possibility of a misunderstanding. Sun De's actions were too deliberate to be coincidental.

Unhesitatingly, Qin Sang directed his sword energy into the black mist.

A scream echoed as Sun De staggered out of the array, his left arm severed at the root and blood pouring from the wound. The smugness vanished from his face, replaced by shock and pallor.

Clutching his injury, Sun De met Qin Sang's icy gaze. His eyes bulged with disbelief as he shouted, "The tenth level! You're still alive?"

Qin Sang frowned, lamenting that his attack hadn't been fatal. Without hesitation, he launched a Yin Thunder and commanded the ebony sword to strike Sun De's vitals.

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Sun De was horrified and hastily shot out a ray of light. Within the light was a delicate fairy net that quickly unfolded at the last second to block the Yin Thunder. But Qin Sang had already prepared several talismans. Ice, fire, and earth spikes erupted together, causing chaos and making the fairy net tremble violently.

The ebony sword followed swiftly, taking advantage of the dimming spiritual light of the fairy net, and sliced it cleanly in half.

Caught off guard, Sun De managed only to dodge sideways. The ebony sword grazed his lower ribs, leaving a narrow wound.

Sun De let out another scream, his face pale and filled with panic. He shouted desperately, "Brother Qin, stop! It's a misunderstanding!"

Qin Sang, however, remained unmoved.

Sun De's actions and words were suspicious. Although Qin Sang harbored many doubts, he knew he could not give his opponent a chance to recover. If Sun De were to summon a powerful magical weapon, the situation might reverse. Qin Sang resolved to press the attack and secure victory.

The ebony sword's relentless assault, combined with the talismans and thunder spells, left Sun De no opportunity to retrieve another magical weapon. Sun De glared at Qin Sang fiercely, muttering something under his breath. Suddenly, his expression shifted to one of astonishment, as though he had seen something unbelievable.

Unfazed, Qin Sang poured all his energy into his sword techniques. The ebony sword's light intensified, cutting through Sun De's defenses and shattering his spiritual sea.

Cornered, with no way out, Sun De was forced into the cave's farthest corner.

Qin Sang dismembered Sun De, severing his limbs, and retrieved his mustard bag while leaving him barely alive.

Sun De lay motionless on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Qin Sang, after carefully scanning him with spiritual sense to ensure there was no immediate threat, recalled the ebony sword.

At that moment, a blue ball of light shot out from Sun De's head like a meteor, heading straight for Qin Sang.

Qin Sang, however, remained calm. Just as the ball of light was about to strike his forehead, he activated the Heavenly Star Tears. A radiant layer of light emerged around his body, repelling the ball of light.

The light ball wavered mid-air and attempted to flee the cave. Qin Sang quickly blocked its path. Spiritual power emanated from his palm as he grasped the light ball tightly. A pained cry echoed from within.

"Brother Qin, spare me! I was merely concerned because you hadn't emerged from your retreat for so long. I came to check on you, not to intrude intentionally. This is all a misunderstanding! For the sake of our fellowship, I beg you to let me go!" Sun De's voice echoed in Qin Sang's mind, pleading for mercy.

Qin Sang listened impassively. He glanced at Sun De's Yuanshen (spiritual essence), then at the shattered remnants of the Bewitching Mirror on the ground. His expression was icy as he said, "Brother Sun, if this is truly a misunderstanding, how do you explain destroying the Bewitching Mirror? Why were you so certain I would die?"

Initially, Qin Sang had assumed Sun De possessed some powerful magical weapon capable of breaking the Bewitching Mirror. But upon seeing the events unfold, he realized that wasn't the case.

A top-tier magical weapon, especially one incorporated into a formation, should not have been so easily destroyed. Moreover, Sun De's exclamation earlier—his certainty of Qin Sang's demise—raised further questions.

A strong sense of foreboding stirred within Qin Sang.

"This…" Sun De hesitated, but Qin Sang's cold snort cut him short. His grip on the Yuanshen tightened.

The ball of light quivered violently as Sun De screamed in pain. "Brother Qin, please! The mirrors are crafted from Yin Sha Qi and formed with special restrictions. I've seen similar ones before, which is why I knew how to break them. They are inherently unstable. Even if I hadn't destroyed it, it would have self-destructed over time."

Qin Sang's grip on the Yuanshen remained firm as he pondered Sun De's words.

If what Sun De claimed was true, then all 17 magical weapons they acquired from Master Yi were likely no exception. They were all crafted using Yin Sha Qi, which explained their chilling aura. The Chilong Sword, the Bewitching Mirror, and even the less conspicuous Falling Cloud Wing seemed to align with this.

Staring at Sun De's Yuanshen, Qin Sang's gaze turned sharp. "Brother Sun, you appear well-informed. It seems your relationship with Kuiyin Sect runs deep."

The ball of light was silent for a moment.

Qin Sang's heart sank. He had merely intended to bait Sun De, but the reaction confirmed his suspicions.

After a long silence, Sun De sighed. "Brother Qin, I'll tell you everything, but you must swear to spare my life once I've finished."

Qin Sang's eyes glinted coldly. "Brother Sun, do you think you're in any position to negotiate? If you refuse to speak, I'll kill you now. Or perhaps you've forgotten that there are plenty of methods in the cultivation world to make you talk?"

Before Sun De could respond, Qin Sang's grip intensified. Spiritual power surged as he ground Sun De's Yuanshen mercilessly. The agonizing screams echoed, and the light ball dimmed considerably before a desperate, pleading face materialized.

"Brother Qin, please stop! I'll talk…"

Satisfied that he had subdued Sun De, Qin Sang released his grip slightly and stared coldly.

Sun De looked at him warily before speaking. "You were right, Brother Qin. My origins are indeed tied to Kuiyin Sect. Let me ask you first—have you not practiced using the Yama Banner?"

Qin Sang's expression darkened. "How do you know I possess the Yama Banner?"

"Brother Qin, surely you haven't forgotten the heartworm in your soul?" Sun De chuckled nervously, but seeing Qin Sang's steely gaze, he quickly elaborated.

"The ancestor of Kuiyin Sect discovered ancient heartworm corpses within thousand-year-old ice and devised a poisonous Gu technique to manipulate them. The sect uses this method to control others.

"It's no secret among the Kuiyin Sect that only a few heartworm corpses remain, all under the sect leader Yi Laogui's control. Recently, they were used to infiltrate Yuanzhao Sect. I sensed the heartworm in your soul when we first met at Shaohua Mountain. That's when I realized you might be one of Yi Laogui's escapees.

"Those controlled by heartworms usually possess the Yama Banner and cannot refuse its allure. Yet, you resisted its temptation. That's why I underestimated you this time."

Qin Sang's suspicions grew deeper. "And what happens if I cultivate using the Yama Banner?"

Sun De hesitated before answering solemnly, "You'll become a sacrifice."

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"The famous magic weapon of Kui Yin Patriarch is called the Ten Directions Yama Array. It is composed of ten Ten Directions Yama Banners arranged in formation, possessing unpredictable power. It once struck fear into righteous cultivators, to the point that even Yuanying stage cultivators dared not challenge him easily.

Later, in order to survive the tribulation, Kui Yin Patriarch perished during a minor heavenly tribulation. Before his passing, he distributed the remaining five Ten Directions Yama Banners among his disciples and passed down a method for refining a similar magic weapon, one that could be used by cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage.

To refine this magic weapon, a cultivator whose cultivation has not exceeded the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage and who is still in the Yuanshen stage must be chosen. Before their body undergoes the second transformation, they are deceived into practicing a specific technique and using the Yama Banner. Soul pills help these cultivators absorb spiritual power rapidly, making it easy to break through bottlenecks. Few, like Junior Brother Qin, possess the fortitude to resist such temptation.

Since refining the Yama Banner requires numerous precious spiritual materials and exacting techniques, the number of Yama Banners in Kuiyin Sect is limited. To obtain the necessary Yin Sha Qi, they recruit talented cultivators under the pretense of accepting disciples into Yinshayuan. These individuals believe they will be accepted as disciples of Kuiyin Sect but are instead destined to become sacrifices for refining the Yama Banner.

When cultivators use the Yama Banner with the aid of soul pills, their primordial spirit is gradually assimilated by the Yama Banner and the King of Hell, though they remain unaware of it. The higher their cultivation, the stronger the backlash from the King of Hell becomes. Only those with exceptional talent and indomitable will can subdue the King of Hell. However, upon attempting to break through the tenth level of the Qi Refining stage, even the strongest will is rendered useless. The primordial spirit is wholly assimilated by the King of Hell, merging into one and becoming the main soul of the Yama Banner.

The addition of a main soul refines the Yama Banner further, contributing to the eventual creation of the Ten Directions Yama Banner. Kuiyin Sect has struggled to collect all ten banners due to the scarcity of individuals who could survive the backlash. Currently, six Ten Directions Yama Banners suffice to form a Ten Directions Yama Array. With enough souls and blood sacrifices, the banners' power increases, eventually elevating the array's potency to terrifying levels.

As for transforming the Ten Directions Yama Banners into true magic weapons, I don't know..."

Qin Sang listened intently, stunned by Sun De's revelations. A chill ran from his chest to the soles of his feet.

He recalled envying Senior Sister Shi Hong for being chosen by Yue Wu and avoiding a life as a spy. Now he realized that Yue Wu valued Shi Hong for her talent, believing she could help refine a Ten Directions Yama Banner. The competition that day in Yue Wu's cave wasn't about selecting disciples—it was a fight over refining a Ten Directions Yama Banner.

Qin Sang's thoughts turned to the others left in Yinshayuan. Even if they escaped Kuiyin Sect's clutches, they were doomed to become sacrifices. To think of becoming a magic banner's spirit, never to reincarnate, sent shivers down his spine. Death by Yama's backlash seemed merciful in comparison.

"If someone has already started practicing with the Yama Banner, is there a way to avoid being assimilated by Yama?" Qin Sang asked.

Sun De replied, "As far as I know, none of Kuiyin Sect's direct disciples dare to practice with the Yama Banner. If such a method existed, Kuiyin Patriarch would have led Kuiyin Sect to dominate Xiaohan Territory long ago."

"And if someone has already started using it?" Qin Sang pressed.

Sun De thought for a moment. "They would have to abandon all cultivation and start anew."

Qin Sang smiled bitterly. His initial plan to trade the mysterious orchid for credit now seemed laughable. Returning would only lead him into a trap.

After composing himself, he said coldly, "Brother Sun, your knowledge and position suggest your identity is not simple. What exactly is your purpose in lurking in Shaohua Mountain?"

Sun De's ethereal face grew uneasy. "Junior Brother Qin, don't misunderstand me. I only sought refuge in Shaohua Mountain to practice in peace. My father's master was Kuiyin Patriarch's youngest disciple, but he failed to reach the Jindan stage. My father, as his sole direct disciple, held a significant position in Kuiyin Sect. More than 20 years ago, Yi Laogui suddenly ceased competing for Yinshayuan's disciples and instead focused on infiltrating Yuanzhao Sect. Sensing danger, my father secured a Sword Intent Token from Shaohua Mountain and secretly sent me here."

Qin Sang's gaze sharpened. "Practicing in peace? I doubt that. Fellow Daoist Hong, who perished in the Sinking Cave a year ago—did he truly die refining magic weapons with Yin Sha Qi?"

Sun De laughed dryly. "Brother Qin has keen insight. Before I arrived, my father left me a few Yama Banners. I had certain ambitions, but the casual cultivators here were either unqualified or of poor character. Under Shaohua Mountain's watchful eyes, I dared not act rashly. As for Hong Shan, I warned him to wait a few years. He disobeyed, so I had to..."

Qin Sang sneered. "Were you waiting for me to become the Yama Banner's main soul? I'm afraid I've disappointed you."

Sun De offered a strained smile but did not respond.

"Now, tell me how to remove the heartworm," Qin Sang demanded.

Sun De hesitated but began explaining the poisonous methods of Kuiyin Sect, leaving Qin Sang pondering the danger lurking in every shadow.

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Sun De's eyes flickered as he spoke, "Junior Brother Qin, you are not afraid of the heart-eating worms devouring your soul, so why rush? I've answered everything you asked honestly, showing my sincerity. Now, it's your turn to show yours. First, find me a suitable body so I can take it over. Once I am safe, I will tell you how to get rid of the heart-eating worms..."

Qin Sang stared at Sun De with an expressionless face. The spiritual power in his palms surged wildly, and he clenched his fists suddenly. Sun De was caught off guard by Qin Sang's decisiveness and screamed, "Only the foundation-building cultivators of Kuiyin Sect know how to get rid of the heart-eating worms in your body! Spare me, and I'll have my father help you—ah!"

His words were cut short by a scream as his soul was crushed by Qin Sang, disintegrating into specks of light.

"You must have been wondering how I resist the heartworm's devouring, yet you didn't ask a single question. Clever. Still, you schemed to refine me into the main soul of the Yama Banner, knowing so many of my secrets. How could I let you live? As for the heartworm... at worst, I'll stay on Shaohua Mountain until I break through the foundation-building stage. There's only one old Jindan ghost left in Kuiyin Sect. I can't be that unlucky to encounter him, can I?" Qin Sang murmured, clapping his hands as if brushing off the dust.

From the start, Qin Sang had no intention of sparing Sun De. Allowing Sun De to manifest his soul was a calculated move to strike at the right moment.

Even so, the chill in Qin Sang's heart lingered. The dangerous and deceptive world of immortal cultivation had worn down his nerves. Without the Jade Buddha's protection, he wasn't sure how many times he would have faced death already.

Qin Sang's gaze fell on Sun De's lifeless body. His eyes quickly caught sight of a mustard bag lying to the side. He raised his hand and summoned it with a flick of his spiritual power. Upon examining its contents, he found the cave suddenly filled with items.

Setting aside the sundries and low-quality magic tools, Qin Sang's attention was drawn to seven black ghost banners. Among them, six smaller banners appeared to resemble his Yama Banner, though the ghosts depicted on these were more ferocious.

"So, these are the Ten Directions Yama Banners?" Qin Sang mused.

Sun De had six such banners capable of forming a formation. That explained his attempts to use magic tools during their confrontation. Thankfully, Qin Sang had given him no chance to breathe.

The Ten Directions Yama Formation left by Kuiyin Patriarch was likely intricate and powerful. If Sun De had managed to deploy the formation, even the Ebony Sword might not have sufficed.

Qin Sang picked up the largest banner among them, his face shifting slightly. It looked exactly like the magic weapon Zhao Yan had used in Yuanzhao Sect—a genuine Ten Directions Yama Banner, a magic weapon!

"Could this be one of the original Ten Directions Yama Banners left by Kuiyin Patriarch?" Qin Sang muttered in astonishment. Sun De had mentioned that Kuiyin Patriarch left five such banners to his disciples, and Sun De's father had inherited one.

Qin Sang's thoughts turned to Zhao Yan's earlier use of a similar weapon. It was likely augmented by the Four Clouds Divine Forbidden's power, allowing Zhao Yan to wield it despite his Qi Refining Stage cultivation. Without such assistance, Qin Sang knew he couldn't use the weapon himself just yet.

After setting the magic weapon aside, Qin Sang continued searching through the mustard bag. Sun De had indeed been wealthy. The collection included five middle-grade spirit stones, over a hundred low-grade spirit stones, and various spiritual talismans and medicines. Many of the medicines were far superior to those Qin Sang had previously obtained.

Among the haul, a jade bottle caught his attention. Inside were two blue elixirs the size of broad beans, exuding a pungent aroma. Recognizing the description, Qin Sang's breath caught—foundation-building pills! And there were two of them!

Sun De had likely been preparing to use one pill to increase his chances of breaking through. Now, with three foundation-building pills at his disposal, Qin Sang's prospects had drastically improved.

"Foundation-building..." he whispered, the word stirring a deep excitement within him. Successfully building a foundation would elevate him from the ranks of vulnerable Qi Refining cultivators. It would mark a significant step closer to his dreams of immortality.

Suppressing his elation, Qin Sang carefully sealed the jade bottle to prevent any loss of potency. He categorized the remaining items before turning his attention back to Sun De's lifeless body.

Sun De had been a recognized disciple of Shaohua Mountain, making his death more complicated to handle. However, Qin Sang reasoned that Sun De's secretive mission meant no one would know he had come to the Earth Sinkhole. With its natural hazards, the sinkhole was an excellent place to destroy all evidence.

With that thought, Qin Sang acted swiftly. He gathered Sun De's body and unwanted items, carrying them deep into the sinkhole before incinerating them. Watching the ashes scatter into the abyss, Qin Sang finally felt a sense of relief.

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The beauty of Shaohua Mountain remained unchanged.

Qin Sang guided his flying shuttle through Jianmen Pass and toward Daomen Peak. A figure approached him in flight—it was Senior Brother Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan had originally planned to enter seclusion to break through to the foundation-building stage, but for some reason, he had given up.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhuang," Qin Sang said, stopping his escape light and bowing respectfully from a distance.

Zhuang Yan landed beside Qin Sang on his sword. Seeing the expression on Qin Sang's face, he asked with a hint of concern, "Junior Brother Qin, you don't look well. Is something troubling you?"

Qin Sang shook his head, forcing a smile. "Not at all. I just noticed that the colorful clouds above Jingyue Peak have disappeared. I was curious. Has anything significant happened in the sect recently?"

Jingyue Peak was renowned not only for its beauty but also for the vibrant clouds that hovered perpetually above it, condensed and undispersed—a spectacle attributed to a formation set up by the sect to ensure Fairy Chenyan's retreat was undisturbed. Qin Sang had seen it during his last visit. However, this time, upon entering Jianmen Pass, he noticed the clouds were gone.

Zhuang Yan gave a slight nod and glanced toward Jingyue Peak in the distance. "Ah, Junior Brother Qin, you've been in the underground cave for some time, so you might not know—Fairy Chenyan emerged from her retreat a few days ago."

"Fairy Chenyan has ended her retreat?" Qin Sang asked eagerly. "Has she broken through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

If Fairy Chenyan had indeed succeeded in advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, Shaohua Mountain would then boast two Nascent Soul ancestors, elevating its status to a preeminent force within the Xiaohan Domain. This would bring tremendous benefits to all disciples of the sect.

However, Zhuang Yan's expression darkened slightly. He shook his head and remained silent.

Qin Sang sighed softly. Every step on the path of cultivating immortality was akin to ascending to the heavens. It was said that Fairy Chenyan was an exceptional talent, gifted with a natural spiritual root. Yet even she had failed after so many years of effort. Qin Sang couldn't help but reflect on his own situation, sinking deeper into a gloomy mood.

"Senior Brother Zhuang, is Uncle Wen currently at Daomen Peak?" Qin Sang inquired, changing the subject.

"Why do you need to see Uncle Wen?" Zhuang Yan paused, glanced at Qin Sang, and seemed to suddenly realize something. His expression brightened as he said, "Ah, congratulations, Junior Brother Qin, on breaking through to the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage! You must be here to receive your foundation-building pill. Uncle Wen happens to be at Daomen Peak."

After bidding Zhuang Yan farewell, Qin Sang's faint smile quickly faded, replaced by an air of concern.

Having erased all traces of Sun De, Qin Sang had not immediately returned to Shaohua Mountain to claim the foundation-building pill. Instead, he decided to remain in the cave for a while to observe how the sect would respond to Sun De's disappearance. To his relief, Shaohua Mountain did not suspect him. Only one senior brother came to the sinkhole, briefly questioned him, and then left in a hurry, seemingly leaving the matter unresolved.

The absence of suspicion and the prospect of receiving three foundation-building pills should have brought Qin Sang joy—even elation. However, he was soon struck by devastating news that plunged him into despair.

He discovered, much to his horror, that while the Yama Banner could still produce soul pills, these pills no longer had any effect on him. Despite all his attempts—changing the Yama Banner and employing different methods—the result remained the same.

This realization hit Qin Sang like a bolt from the blue.

His cultivation talent was poor, and his rapid progress had relied heavily on the Yama Banner and the soul pills. Without them, his cultivation speed was unbearably slow. Even with three foundation-building pills, his chances of reaching the peak of the Qi Refining Stage before the age of fifty—and thus qualifying to attempt the foundation-building process—were slim.

The weight of his predicament pressed heavily on him as he made his way to Daomen Peak, eventually landing before its wooden hall. Composing himself, Qin Sang respectfully knocked on the door.

Uncle Wen, busy handling mundane sect matters, seemed slightly surprised by Qin Sang's arrival. Smiling, he remarked, "You've advanced to the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage in such a short time since joining the sect. The spiritual fruit you consumed must have been extraordinary. Come with me."

Qin Sang followed Uncle Wen as they left Daomen Peak, flying deep into Shaohua Mountain until they arrived at Pagoda Peak.

"Wait here," Uncle Wen instructed, leaving Qin Sang outside the second-floor hall. Handing over his waist badge, Uncle Wen entered alone.

After a short wait, Uncle Wen called for him to enter. Qin Sang straightened his robes, bowed deeply, and stepped into the hall. Inside, he saw Uncle Wen alongside another elderly man.

"This is Senior Brother Ye," Uncle Wen introduced.

Qin Sang did not dare show any disrespect. He bowed deeply. "Disciple Qin Sang greets Uncle Ye."

Uncle Ye, dressed in a blue-and-white Daoist robe, had a kind demeanor. His small eyes were slightly narrowed, and a friendly smile adorned his face. Yet the occasional gleam in his gaze betrayed his formidable presence.

"This is Nephew Qin? A fine young man indeed!" Uncle Ye said warmly. "He has truly reached the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage, meeting the master's requirements. Wait a moment; I'll retrieve the foundation-building pill."

Hearing these words, Qin Sang felt a wave of relief. However, just as he began to relax, Uncle Wen suddenly waved his hand, setting up a soundproof barrier. He coughed lightly, an awkward expression crossing his face.

"Nephew Qin," Uncle Wen began hesitantly, "Senior Brother Ye has asked me to inquire if you might be willing to sell your foundation-building pill."

Qin Sang froze, his expression changing slightly. Foundation-building pills were indispensable for advancing on the path of immortality. Unless someone had completely abandoned hope of building a foundation, who would willingly part with one?

Uncle Wen quickly added, "Don't be alarmed. This is only a casual inquiry. Senior Brother Ye is not forcing you. If you are willing, spirit stones, talismans, magical artifacts, or medicinal pills can all be negotiated. Senior Brother Ye is quite affluent and will ensure you are well-compensated."

Lowering his head, Qin Sang pondered the situation. What he needed most were elixirs to strengthen his foundation and nourish his essence. While rare, such elixirs could still be purchased. Foundation-building pills, however, were truly irreplaceable treasures. This opportunity, if missed, would be lost forever.

Finally, after some thought, Qin Sang spoke with measured respect: "Uncle Wen, I have always been devoted to the immortal path and have never wavered in my pursuit. I would never willingly abandon my aspirations without giving my utmost effort."

Taoist Peak Wood Hall

After Qin Sang asked Uncle Wen how to refine the foundation-building pill, he did not rush to leave. Instead, he took out two medium-grade spirit stones and presented them to Uncle Wen with both hands.

Uncle Wen glanced at Qin Sang, his face unmoved, and said lightly, "What does this mean, Nephew Qin?"

"As the saying goes, the law is not easily passed on. I have greatly benefited from Uncle Wen's guidance and am deeply grateful. I don't know how to repay your kindness. These spirit stones are the only things I can offer. I hope Uncle Wen will not disdain them," Qin Sang said sincerely.

In truth, he felt a pang of regret in his heart. He only had eight medium-grade spirit stones in total, one of which had already been partly consumed during his battle with Sun De.

Just earlier, Qin Sang had refused Uncle Ye's request to purchase the foundation-building pill. Although Uncle Ye had spoken courteously, Qin Sang keenly sensed a sudden chill in his demeanor.

Now, holding the foundation-building pill, Qin Sang's strategy had shifted. If the Yama Banner had been functioning as expected, he could simply focus on cultivation, break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, and stand as an equal with others in the sect. But with his cultivation tool compromised, he needed to find allies.

Offering the spirit stones to Uncle Wen was not only to placate Uncle Ye but also to lay the groundwork for future support. Uncle Wen, being a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage, was the most approachable senior Qin Sang knew. Additionally, Qin Sang was in possession of a mysterious orchid, but he had yet to uncover its value or utility. His original plan to slowly investigate its secrets after establishing his foundation now seemed untenable. If he couldn't break through, the orchid might ultimately become a bargaining chip for his survival.

Qin Sang raised his hand and braced himself. When he felt the weight in his palm lighten, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Uncle Wen nodded, seemingly satisfied with Qin Sang's respectful gesture, and pocketed the two medium-grade spirit stones in his mustard seed bag. "Nephew Qin, do you have any other questions? Speak freely," he said.

Qin Sang seized the opportunity and asked, "Uncle Wen, do you know of any techniques or secret methods that can quickly enhance one's cultivation? I don't mind if such methods result in slightly weaker strength compared to others in the same realm. I simply wish to reach the thirteenth level of Qi Refining and break through to the Foundation Establishment stage as quickly as possible."

"Your cultivation speed is already impressive. Why are you so impatient?" Uncle Wen frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of warning. "As far as I know, there are no techniques or secret methods in the Qi Refining stage that can rapidly boost cultivation as you describe. If such methods exist, they are the heretical practices of demon sects, which Shaohua Mountain certainly does not condone. Nephew Qin, it is better to cultivate patiently and diligently rather than go astray."

Not wanting to give up so easily, Qin Sang adopted an eager and studious expression. "Uncle Wen, I've heard about Senior Qingzhu's remarkable achievements. It's said that despite lacking exceptional talent, he managed to form a pill in only forty years, becoming the fastest cultivator in the sect to do so. I wonder what technique he used, and if I might have the chance to learn it?"

Uncle Wen's expression shifted subtly at the mention of Senior Qingzhu. After a pause, he replied, "Senior Qingzhu's technique is not a secret, but it is an incomplete method with severe drawbacks. That technique..." Uncle Wen stopped mid-sentence, his eyes momentarily betraying a flicker of unease.

After a brief silence, Uncle Wen decisively shook his head. "The hidden dangers are immense. Not everyone is suited to practice it. The reason Senior Qingzhu became half-mad is precisely because of that technique. Moreover, it is a method that can only be practiced after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage. It's not something you should consider."

Before Qin Sang could press further, a deafening sword whistle suddenly pierced through the air. Uncle Wen's face changed drastically, and in a blink, he disappeared from the wood hall. The next moment, he appeared outside the door.

Qin Sang was in awe. Uncle Wen's speed was astounding, far beyond his perception. This was the stark gap between realms.

"Uncle Wen, what's happening?" Qin Sang asked, rushing outside.

Uncle Wen's gaze was fixed on the depths of Shaohua Mountain. Through the clouds, the majestic silhouette of Shaohua Mountain stood tall. At its peak, a colossal sword light shot skyward, exuding overwhelming power. The resonant sword whistle reverberated continuously, shaking the entire sect.

Even more astonishing was the reaction of the ebony sword in Qin Sang's sea of qi—it trembled violently, as if in fear and submission.

Sword lights began to illuminate the surrounding peaks, streaking like meteors toward the source of the disturbance. The scene was both grand and ominous.

"The sect leader has summoned us," Uncle Wen said hurriedly before transforming into a streak of sword light and disappearing.

Qin Sang stood there, helpless and filled with unanswered questions. He watched as the peaks of Shaohua Mountain glimmered with activity before turning back to his retreat. Within the confines of his sinkhole, he resumed his meditation, his thoughts clouded with uncertainty about the future.

Eventually, Qin Sang took out the three foundation-building pills from his mustard seed bag and stared at them in silence.

Shaohua Mountain, Jingyue Peak

The cold moon illuminated the serene scene, and the sound of a cascading stream echoed in the tranquil night. The flowing water collected in a crescent-shaped lake, shimmering with crystal-clear droplets that sparkled like stardust under the sky. Suspended over the lake was an exquisite octagonal pavilion, its delicate light curtains swaying in the gentle breeze.

Inside the pavilion, a sandalwood tea table was set, where two figures sat across from each other.

One was a middle-aged man dressed in an opulent brocade robe. His square face, sword-like eyebrows, and piercing tiger eyes exuded authority. He was none other than Dongyang Bo, the only Nascent Soul ancestor of Shaohua Mountain.

Opposite him sat a woman of transcendent beauty, her elegance otherworldly, as though untouched by the mortal world. With a light veil obscuring her face, she carried an ethereal aura of detachment and melancholy. Her delicate hands moved gracefully as she prepared tea, her gaze fixed on the shimmering water in her teacup, reflecting both the night's stars and her inner solitude.

Dongyang Bo leaned forward slightly, his hands firmly on the table, his tone heavy with persuasion. "Miss Chenyan, you failed in your last attempt to break through. You have no alternatives left. Time is running out—you must decide."

The teacup in Chenyan's hand trembled slightly, and a trace of heart-wrenching hesitation flashed through her eyes.

Unmoved, Dongyang Bo pressed on, his voice firm and laden with authority. "This secret method originates from the Demon Sect, yes, but there is no inherent evil in the technique itself. It depends on the user's intent. Moreover, this method has been proven to yield results. If you're concerned about your reputation, I assure you, I will handle the aftermath personally and leave no trace. You will not need to worry about any repercussions."

A long silence followed.

Finally, Chenyan closed her eyes briefly and murmured, "Very well."

The Sinkhole

A gut-wrenching roar echoed from Qin Sang's cave, so intense it seemed as if a wild beast had been unleashed. Yet the source of this anguished cry was none other than Qin Sang himself.

Clutching his abdomen with both hands, he had fallen off his mat, his body curled up like a shrimp. Writhing on the ground in agony, his pale face twisted with an expression of unbearable pain. Beads of sweat drenched his clothes and pooled on the cave floor.

This was the torment inflicted by the Foundation Establishment Pill he had just consumed.

Frustrated by the slow pace of his cultivation, Qin Sang had resolved to take one of the three Foundation Establishment Pills in his possession. If successful, it would save him decades of arduous effort. Despite the risks, he had meticulously prepared, adjusting his mindset and laying out healing elixirs and talismans before finally swallowing the pill.

The initial moments had been unremarkable, but once the pill's effects took hold, an excruciating storm erupted within him. His dantian felt as though it was being wrenched apart, his sea of qi nearly torn to shreds. Meanwhile, his bones and meridians screamed under the assault of fiery energy, as though countless insects were gnawing at his flesh.

Wave after wave of pain overwhelmed him, leaving Qin Sang barely able to distinguish his own body from the storm of agony. After what felt like an eternity, the torment subsided. Trembling, he crawled to a corner of the cave, retrieved a jade bottle, and swallowed a handful of healing pills, finally finding some relief.

Covered in a foul, sticky residue, he summoned a ball of water to cleanse himself before collapsing back onto his mat. Although his cultivation had advanced to the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, a result expected from the Foundation Establishment Pill, his heart was heavy with disappointment. He hadn't even glimpsed the threshold of Foundation Establishment. Worse still, the gamble had cost him one of his precious pills.

A long sigh escaped his lips as he prepared to rededicate himself to diligent cultivation.

One Month Later

Qin Sang returned to Shaohua Mountain and sought out Uncle Wen, who immediately noticed the changes in his cultivation level.

"You took the Foundation Establishment Pill?" Uncle Wen's brows furrowed as he asked, his tone tinged with disapproval.

Qin Sang offered a bitter smile, nodding in acknowledgment.

"You were too impatient," Uncle Wen chastised. "Do you truly believe that a single spiritual treasure can alter your destiny? I expected more composure from you. What do you plan to do now? If you're willing, return to the Earth-Sinking Cave and assist me with some sect matters. Perhaps you can stabilize your foundation through steady work."

To Uncle Wen, it was clear that Qin Sang's failure with the Foundation Establishment Pill meant his path to advancement was all but closed. However, Qin Sang harbored no intention of giving up.

"Uncle Wen," he began hesitantly, "why is the Foundation Establishment Pill so scarce? Even among the eight righteous sects, it's not guaranteed for every disciple. Is the primary ingredient for the pill so rare that the major sects cannot cultivate it?"

Uncle Wen's knowing gaze sharpened. "You aim to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill yourself? Let me be clear—not only is alchemy extraordinarily difficult, but even reaching the level of mastery required is meaningless without the essential ingredients. The Foundation Establishment Pill's recipe, like many others in the sect's archives, gathers dust because the ingredients are unattainable. Even a skilled cook cannot prepare a meal without rice."

Listening intently, Qin Sang finally began to grasp the full scope of the challenge before him. The road to Foundation Establishment was far more daunting than he had ever imagined.