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A carriage moved leisurely along the official road. The carriage wasn't large, big enough to hold three or four people, but it was pulled by a rare pair of horses.

There were other pedestrians on the official road, all of whom were attracted by this special carriage.

The carriage lacked opulent decoration, yet possessed a unique charm.

The two horses were no ordinary steeds. They were tall and muscular, with coats the color of blood red, shimmering like fine brocade under the scorching sun.

The carriage driver stood tall and straight, despite being just a coachman. There was a sense of arrogance in his eyes as he looked at the passersby, as if looking down on them all. Even the coachmen employed by wealthy officials in the city didn't possess such an air.

The two steeds galloped swiftly, and ahead on the official road appeared a small town.

“Master Dao, look ahead. That’s Han Wan Town…”

The coachman bowed slightly and addressed the person in the carriage, his demeanor unconsciously becoming more respectful.

“Stop the car.”

A plain sound came from the carriage.

The coachman replied with a grunt, lightly tugged on the reins, and both horses simultaneously raised their front hooves, pounding the ground heavily. The carriage came to a sudden stop, its body remaining perfectly still. Even pedestrians were amazed by this feat.

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The car door swung open, and a Taoist priest stepped out, squinting at the small town ahead.

The coachman, with a beaming face, served carefully. Following the Daoist's gaze, he felt a strange sense of curiosity in his heart.

This person looks like a powerful being. I wonder why they would come to this unremarkable town in the mortal realm.

He only found the place after specifically asking for directions.

The Taoist nodded lightly, tossed a small pouch to the driver, and said, "You may go back now."

The carriage driver opened his bag and beamed, "Hey! Sir Daoist, walk slowly. I've lived here on Sanya Island for years. In the future, if you need anything, just give me a shout."

Knowing the temperament of such a high-ranking individual, the coachman didn't waste any time and didn't dare to ask further questions. He immediately turned the carriage around and galloped back.

A while later, as they reached a deserted stretch of road, the coachman gave his reins a slight flick. Instead of striking the two horses with his whip, he caused it to burst into a cloud of mist. Both horse and carriage gradually faded away.

The double-horse's ribs trembled with its fur, it opened a pair of blood wings and flapped them lightly. It lifted off the ground, soaring through the clouds, swift as an eagle or falcon, vanishing in an instant beyond the heavens.

The person who just got off the car was naturally Qin Sang.

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He took his time and entered the bustling town of Han Wan. Listening to the vendors hawking their wares, he felt the warmth and vibrancy of everyday life.

After Tianmudie successfully went through the tribulation, Qin Sang first helped Taiyi control the thunder altar, then passed his sword to Yulan. Calculating that the time was right, he chose an auspicious day and set off.

On this day, Qin Sang took Duke Gui and Duke Luo with him. As they set off, those who saw them off included Tai Yi, Yu Lang, Ling Shi, and Hong Mei, the two core disciples of Qingyang Guan, as well as the lone outsider, Gu Yun Shou.

Qin Sang deliberately created the identity of a powerful clan's heir who was traveling outside, so there was no need to hide it. Being open and honest made him appear more credible.

Outwardly, he claimed to be closing his doors and diligently cultivating himself, from then on not concerning himself with worldly affairs.

When Yue Shangshi sent the yellow leaf token, he kindly reminded Qin Sang that there were some restless places along the way to Jitian Peak.

Qin Sang avoided those places. Although he took a longer route, he successfully arrived at Jitian Peak.

The cultivation world of Jitian Peak is similar to Yue Du Wan, both centered around a giant island that encompasses the surrounding vast sea area and countless small islands.

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However, when native cultivators talk about Jitian Peak, they are referring to a mountain peak.

This peak is the highest on the island. Legend has it that it reaches nine heavens and is immeasurable in height, its mountains are incredibly majestic.

The reason for this legend is that the largest power here, the Extreme Heaven Palace, occupies the summit, exuding an air of majesty and mystery.

Unlike the cultivation world of He Yue Du Wan, where top sects are scattered across the land, all the highest-level sects here gather in one place. Their mountain gates are all built on Ji Tian Peak, with countless factions arranged along the mountainside, so that you can't see the sky above nor the ground below.

From this, it can be seen how magnificent Mount Jixian is. Occupying over three-tenths of the island to the east, its foothills can be considered as the base of Mount Jixian.

This place gathers the spiritual essence of the entire island. Mountain ranges rise tier upon tier, accumulating into a formidable height, with solitary peaks piercing the azure sky.

Even a cultivator who has reached the realm of Refining Void wouldn't be capable of such drastic changes. Perhaps it was the work of a Nascent Soul cultivator, or maybe it was truly the handiwork of nature itself.

The unique terrain creates this pattern.

After landing on the island, Qin Sang did not go to Jixian Peak. Instead, he hired a flying horse carriage and told the coachman to take him to a place called Han Wan Town.

Mr. Hong lived in this ordinary little town.

Passing through the town, the noise gradually faded away. North of the town was a mountain, and Qin Sang sensed the aura of a large formation from afar. This mountain was definitely a treasure trove.

Qin Sang reached the foot of the mountain and saw a village at its base, with wisps of smoke rising from it. He couldn't help but be reminded of Qisha Village and his time living in seclusion at Qingyang Guan.

Beyond the village, a path through the woods led to the foot of the mountain. The winding path was secluded and charming. Qin Sang soon came across a small courtyard enclosed by a fence.

By a clear spring, there are three thatched houses. Inside the courtyard is a garden filled with all kinds of flowers, vying for beauty and splendor.

An old farmer was tending his garden, squatting down with his hands full of soil.

Several children are playing in the garden.

Qin Sang saluted across the fence, "I beg your pardon, are you Mr. Hong"

The old farmer looked up, squinting at Qin Sang for a moment. He casually brushed the dirt from his hands onto his clothes, then stood up and said, “Are you Qingfeng Daochang”

“It is I, the poor Taoist,” Qin Sang looked at those children. They were all mortals.

"Alright, Grandpa Hong has guests coming over, you should all go home for dinner. You'll be scolded by your parents later," Mr. Hong patted his hands and broke off a few flower sprigs, giving one to each person.

Children lined up to receive flowers and politely waved goodbye, saying, "Goodbye, Mr. Hong."

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"Please come in, Daoist Master."

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Mr. Hong invited Qin Sang in and asked, "It will take ten more years to reach Chanjin City. Can you wait that long, Daoist"

Qin Sang replied, "Wait."

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Mr. Hong nodded and asked again, "This place is rough and simple, Daoist Priest, can you bear it"

> A mountain is not renowned for its height, but for the presence of immortals; water is not admired for its depth, but for the presence of dragons. What is so lowly about this

Qin Sang smiled faintly and asked back.

"Haha, Dao Chang is quite a clever person," Mr. Hong laughed, pointing towards the mountain, "The huts and caves on the mountain are all unoccupied. Dao Chang can choose one at will to rest."

Qin Sang thanked him and, following Yue Shangshi's reminder, refrained from asking any further questions.

But after entering the courtyard, I couldn't help but steal another glance at the garden.

Mr. Hong is likely also a master of Taoism, the kind of person who cultivates flowers, probably each one is a rare and precious treasure in the world.

All the flowers in the garden are those from the mortal realm.

Before coming in, he thought it was some ingenious formation that even he couldn't see through. After coming in, he realized that these flowers were just ordinary flowers, and even some of the most common wildflowers found in fields.

Mr. Hong's breath is deep and profound, he must be a master, could it be that he is also experiencing the mortal world

Perhaps Qin Sang's answer gave Mr. Hong a good impression. Noticing Qin Sang's gaze, Mr. Hong took the initiative to explain: "It's a long way here, and looking back, these mortal plants are not as delicate as spiritual flowers and grasses. An old man can do whatever he wants, it's quite interesting..."

He pointed to a field of rice blossoms beside the garden, "They say there's a big debate outside about Great Vehicle and Lesser Vehicle. Master Daoist, do you think that if I cultivate a superior variety of rice and solve world hunger, could I be called an agricultural saint"

“No wonder the rice surrounding Han Wan Town is growing exceptionally well.”

Qin Sang said with certainty, "Master, if you can truly do this, becoming a Saint is certain, and one that all tribes will recognize!"

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But in his heart, he was pondering, it seemed that the great vehicle path wasn't about claiming kingship or ancestor worship.

If these 'paths' could truly be traversed, one thing is certain: a great being who cares for the common people and benefits all humankind would bring earth-shattering changes to the world.

The question is whether it's actually feasible.

“What does it matter to attain sainthood Can it let us ascend to immortality in a single step” Mr. Hong shook his head, waved his sleeves, and a small path appeared behind the thatched cottage, indicating Qin Sang to climb the mountain himself.

Seeing that Mr. Hong had no desire to speak in depth, Qin Sang didn't press him further. He casually picked a cave on the mountain, set up an array, and closed his door for meditation.

Observe your Qi Sea.

It has already been twenty years since he overcame the tribulation, but Tianmu Die is still fast asleep and shows no signs of waking up.

However, one could feel that Tianmu Butterfly's aura was gradually becoming calmer. It must be digesting the power of the tribulation lightning within its body.

After taking a look, Qin Sang continued his cultivation.

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From then on, he would prioritize increasing his cultivation level, but he would still strive to comprehend the Four Elephant Sword Array.

Especially the Suzaku Sword Formation in the south, after its refinement, the four images evolve into two, and its power is not to be underestimated.

Every time Qin Sang contemplates the sword formation, she has to awaken Zhuque and ask for its help. This time is no exception.

"Have you seen Mr. Hong" Zhuque woke up and immediately asked eagerly.

Qin Sang let out an um.

"Finally, I can witness the true vast world! The seas change and the mountains shift, who knows what the great world has become like," Zhu Que lamented, his voice filled with vicissitudes, just like an elder who had lived through countless years.

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Qin Sang slanted his gaze, "Do you remember what happened before"

"No!"

Zhu Que, righteous and bold, retorted, "It's all your fault for being so slow!"

After breaking through the Huashan period, Zhu Que's cultivation began to rise rapidly again. Now, he is not far from reaching the late stage of the Huashan period.

However, Zhuque claimed that it felt its potential was running out, and that two genuine feathers and its previous foundation were probably insufficient to support it breaking through to the Refining Void Stage.

>In the future, it may only be able to rely on its own ascetic practices. How could it possibly get used to this

"Are you sure" Qin Sang asked.

Before seeing Zhuque's current situation, Qin Sang had thought he would soon have another cultivator at the Refining Void stage to help him.

"I don't know!"

Zhuge's mouth was tough, but he looked a little dejected. He grabbed Qin Sang's sleeve and complained repeatedly, "You haven't grasped the time yet! How many years have passed!"

Qin Sang helplessly sighed. He also hoped to refine the Qilin Source Seed as soon as possible.

Now facing cultivators of the same rank, his divine sense had no advantage and was even restricted.

If it had simply devoured everything without hesitation, it might have already been done, but Zhu Que put forward all sorts of requirements, increasing the difficulty by several times.

I had sensed the fluctuations of life before, but that critical point hadn't arrived. I wasn't sure if Zhuque's words were true, or if a qilin egg could actually be hatched.

After a qilin egg is born, it may still take time to hatch. This means that the cultivator must live long enough, otherwise they will be worn down by the qilin's source seed.

"When you cultivate to the peak of the Huashen realm, let's talk about these things again. At that time, I'll first try my best to help you break through the Xianxian Realm."

Qin Sang transmitted a voice, uttering a single sentence, and generated a sword formation, commanding Zhu Que to enter the formation.

Until the third year.

Qin Sang sensed a strange presence appear in the mountains. He walked out of his cave dwelling and saw a person wearing a wide-brimmed hat.

The hat drooped, covering her face and upper body.

This person walked with their head down. Their hat was a rare treasure, and under its cover, this person's aura was unclear.

It seemed he hadn't expected anyone to be in the mountains. Upon suddenly seeing Qin Sang, the man under the hat came to an abrupt halt.

Qin Sang bowed, just about to speak, when the man in the straw hat slightly bowed back, remained silent, and hurried into an empty hermitage, shutting the door.

Qin Sang secretly thought it was strange. With a treasure obscuring him, he couldn't determine the true cultivation level of the person in the hat even without using magic to investigate.

It's not appropriate to delve too deeply into Mr. Hong's dojo.

This person is probably also going to the Zhou Dynasty. I hope they don't run into any trouble along the way.

Qin Sang stood at the door for a while, then turned back to his cave and continued his cultivation.

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In the second year, another person entered the mountains.

This person was much livelier than the hooded man. Upon seeing Qin Sang, he greeted him enthusiastically and introduced himself as Huaiting, a cultivator of equal power to Qin Sang.

They met by chance, both knowing their place and wouldn't delve into each other's origins. Qin Sang only knew that Huai Ting was not a cultivator from Jixian Peak.

"Daozhang is also going to Dazhou I've heard that the cultivation world of Jitian Peak is vastly different from other places. Who knows when I'll be able to return after this trip. Passing by here, why not go and see for myself" Huaiting warmly invited Qin Sang to join him.

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Qin Sang secretly thought, his trip was precisely to travel the world and cultivate. Cultivation wasn't a pressing matter at this time, so he agreed.

The two informed Mr. Hong and then flew together towards Jixiao Peak.

Hàn Wǎn Zhèn was not far from Jí Tiān Fēng. The two of them flew for two hours at an unhurried pace before reaching the mountain foot.

As you approach Hwanwan Town, the mountain silhouette in the east becomes clearer. Up close, you can truly feel the grandeur of this mountain.

Mountains rise layer upon layer, with diverse and varied landscapes.

The mountains housed wilds, jungles, rivers and lakes. There were countless cities as well, and some places shone with strange light, which indicated the locations of numerous immortal cultivation sects.

So many mortals, cultivators, and sects gathered on a mountain, yet it didn't seem crowded.

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From afar, the two admired for a while, concealing their cultivation and entering the mountain low-key. They circled in the mountains for several days, and indeed saw many unique aspects of Jitian Peak.

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The Cultivation World of Jitian Peak is headed by the Jitian Palace, and all other sects belong to the Jitian Palace.

These schools are all called a certain Palace, and the head of the sect has the right to participate in the deliberations of the Jitian Palace, which is equivalent to holding a position in the Jitian Palace.

The organization is closer knit than some alliances, but not as rigidly divided like the talisman sects of Taoism, which separate temple courts and palaces.

A sect is a branch of the Jīng Tiān Gōng, responsible for handling certain areas of authority.

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Each sect was independent, yet bound to the others, forming a complex and distorted web that had been operating like this until now. Qin Sang and Huai Ting looked at it in wonder.

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They ultimately did not reveal their identities, visited the Jitian Palace, took a tour and then returned to Hanwan Town.

Unexpectedly, no one else came after that.

Not until the tenth year Qin Sang came.

This one morning, Qin Sang was awakened by a drumbeat.

Qin Sang pushed the door open and dashed to the peak of the mountain. He saw Mr. Hong holding a bronze drum, which he casually tossed into the air. The drum expanded rapidly as it flew.

Apart from Mr. Hong, there were only three of them.

“Come up here, the three of you. The attendant of Canying City has arrived.”

When the three people had boarded the bronze drum, Mr. Hong took control of it and flew northward on it, all the way out to sea.

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