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She had cleaned countless times with her spiritual energy, but the room still seemed to hold the lingering scent of another person.

The Morning Smoke Fairy was dressed neatly, sitting upright on a cushion. A portrait of a person hung in front of the cushion, it wasn't Dongyang Bo.

According to the technique's requirements, she now had to immediately enter seclusion and meditation, using the demonic power and this man's yang energy to seek a sliver of opportunity to break through.

But she remained seated there, lost in thought, her eyes vacant and unfocused as they gazed upon the portrait. Her expression was strange, as if engaged in a silent struggle. Finally, she murmured to the painting: "Master, I have cultivated evil arts, harming innocent people... Have I done wrong"

The painting was inanimate and wouldn't give her an answer.

The wooden house was silent.

After a moment, the Fairy Chen Yan suddenly straightened up, her confusion vanished, replaced by a resolute expression.

She suddenly spread open her palm, and inside were dozens of silver needles, as fine as hairs.

"Wow!"

As the morning smoke fairy waved her hand, those silver needles scattered suddenly. The silver needles shimmered with a cold light, and the tips of the needles radiated a chill. The temperature in the wooden house dropped several degrees.

These silver needles hang in mid-air, pointing to each acupoint on her body, with the most concentrated around the head area.

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Then, the fairy Morning Smoke's palms transformed, striking out mysterious runes onto the silver needles. The silver needles became increasingly crystal clear, with runes swirling on them, incredibly profound and enigmatic.

’Whoosh whoosh…'

Each silver needle fell upon her body, piercing deep into the acupuncture points. She remained expressionless, seemingly feeling no pain whatsoever. As the last needle approached her head, about to pierce the Baihui point, Mo Xianzi suddenly hesitated, as if remembering something.

Silver needles hovered above her head, unable to move an inch.

The Morning Smoke Fairy flicked her finger, and a ray of spiritual energy in front of her transformed into a sheet of paper. Then, the paper folded itself automatically into a paper crane.

In the dim wooden house, paper cranes flapped their wings, scattering stars and dancing around the Morning Smoke Fairy. Their clear crane calls seemed to express gratitude to their creator, filled with boundless joy.

Seeing the mischievous paper crane, Chenyan Fairy, who had always been expressionless, suddenly smiled. She playfully tapped the top of the paper crane's head and whispered a few words in its ear without making a sound.

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After a moment, the paper crane, its paper head bobbing, let out a soft chirp and flew out the window.

Shaohua Mountain Peak.

The perilous, solitary peak pierces almost into the nine heavens with raging winds and pristine white snow.

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The summit is where the spiritual veins of Shaohua Mountain converge, with spiritual energy so dense it reaches its peak. However, atop the snow-capped mountain, there is only one cave dwelling, which serves as the quiet retreat of Dongyang Bo, the Yuan Ying ancestor of Shaohua Mountain.

Besides the ceaseless howling of the cold wind, there is not a single sound on top of the mountain. Disciples of Shaohua Mountain dare not come here to disturb their ancestors.

Suddenly, a pinpoint of starlight flew from the distant horizon. Within the starlight was a paper crane the size of a palm, struggling to fly to the cave dwelling in the gale. The cave door opened silently, and a hand formed from spiritual energy grasped the paper crane and pulled it inside.

In the cave dwelling.

Dongyang Bo crushed the paper crane and let out a sneer.

Qin Sang had just stepped out of the wooden house when the scenery before him abruptly changed. He was powerless to resist and was moved outside the island.

Then, on the small island, wisps of cloud rose and, in a blink, shrouded the entire island. Within the mist, there were streaks of mysterious light flashing. Finally, the entire island vanished completely from Qin Sang's sight.

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Only ripples of water remained, stretching as far as the eye could see. The little island had vanished without a trace.

Qin Sang knew that the master of this island had activated a powerful array, and this cave would be completely sealed.

He saw his current appearance reflected in the lake water beneath him, looking decades older than before. A wry smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Last night's spring light was certainly not enchanting. What he remembers most vividly now is the helplessness and fear at the end, his internal energy gushing out like a broken dam. He could only watch helplessly, with no power to resist.

Fortunately, the opponent showed mercy. Just as the Jade Liquid was about to run out, they stopped voluntarily and even helped him seal his Yuan Yang, stabilizing the Jade Tripod.

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His cultivation level is on the verge of collapse, but there is still a chance to recover.

Feeling the dwindling spiritual energy in his dantian and the weakness that pervaded his whole body, Qin Sang struggled to gather his remaining strength. He was about to activate the Flying Heaven Shuttle and find a deserted island to refine the Nine Suns Pill.

Just then, a silver light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and the flying vessel appeared out of nowhere, hovering in front of him.

Qin Sang's expression changed slightly.

Last night, when he discovered that Ma Mu's true identity had been replaced by Chen Yan Xian Zi, he realized there must be foul play involved. Even the sect leader was unaware of the truth. As the only person who knew, would he be silenced

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Chen Yan Xian Zi was a high-level cultivator who was about to ascend. One finger could have killed him, but in the end, not only did she not kill him, but she also kept her promise and did not completely destroy his foundation.

If you want to silence someone, there's no need for such elaborate schemes. This calmed Qin Sang's heart somewhat, but he still didn't dare risk his life. He originally planned to find a place to take the Jiuyang Dan first, stabilize his qi sea, and then return to his cave at the fastest speed to retreat in seclusion, or perhaps flee far away and observe for a while before making a decision.

But he hadn't expected Fei Zhou to be waiting outside the island all along. In his current state, there was no way he could escape; he had no time to think about it.

Set foot on the flying boat and return to Shaohua Mountain.

Feizhou placed him back in the same cave dwelling before flying away.

Master Yu, like a cat smelling blood, arrived immediately with his sword. Seeing Qin Sang's pale face, he was startled and exclaimed urgently, "Junior Brother Qin, quickly refine the Jiuyang Pill!"

Qin Sang was suspicious, her gaze swept over Elder Yu's face. Seeing that his expression didn't seem fake, the anxiety in her heart finally subsided. She no longer had the mood to chat and said weakly, "I apologize."

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Then he plunged headlong into the cave, taking out a Nine Yang Pill and swallowing it.

The elixir entered his abdomen, instantly transforming into a gentle wave of warmth that surged from his throat all the way to his dantian. His depleted qi was replenished by the powerful Yang energy of the Nine Suns Elixir, rapidly recovering. A subtle medicinal power flowed throughout his entire body, and the pervasive weakness gradually subsided.

As his vitality recovered, his appearance naturally returned to how he looked in his youth.

And the ever-on-the-verge-of-collapse Qi Sea also began to slowly churn at this moment. The spiritual energy within the cave was stirred, converging around Qin Sang.

Feeling his cultivation slowly recovering, Qin Sang secretly let out a breath of relief.

He didn't feel anything unusual about his primordial spirit, so it seemed the Jade Buddha had helped him avoid the greatest danger of the alchemy furnace. His only worry was that his hard-earned Foundation Establishment cultivation might regress.

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Fortunately, the Nine Yang Pill did not disappoint him. His Qi sea recovered faster and faster until his spiritual power was full.

Qin Sang secretly sighed.

The miracle he hoped for didn't happen, and now his qi sea has shrunk by more than a tenth compared to before.

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