n Sang sneered inwardly. News of his encounter with a fairy had spread throughout the camp, giving rise to all sorts of rumors. However, the story about the immortal bestowing him with treasures was u...Xutian Lei, held by spiritual energy, floated over to Qin Sang.

Qin Sang looked at Xu Tianlei, resisting the temptation and not reaching out to take it. Instead, he looked at Jing Po with inquiring eyes.

"I had no intention of involving you in this. Things happen as they may, it just so happened that they came along."

Madam Jing spoke calmly, her gaze sweeping past Xu Tianlei, "This is your spoils of war. It rightfully belongs to you. Xu Tianlei is indeed a good artifact, powerful enough to seriously injure a cultivator in the mid-Golden Core stage. Even cultivators in the late Golden Core stage would have to be very careful facing Xu Tianlei. Of course, that assumes you can hit it. The range of Xu Tianlei isn't large."

Qin Sang lowered his head to look at the stone platform beneath his feet.

The runes on the stone platform were identical to those on the other platform, just reversed. At this moment, the door on the stone platform was closed and the runes fell silent.

Everything seems normal, but I just don't know if I can go back.

After a moment of hesitation, Qin Sang said, "If it weren't for your help, I would have been swallowed by the spatial storm triggered by the Elder of the Starry Hand. Moreover, you paid such a great price, and the divine beast Qingluan died."

Suddenly, Old Lady Jing let out a light chuckle.

Qin Sang saw Lady Jing smile for the first time. It didn't detract from her elegance, but rather added a touch of warmth and approachability. She no longer seemed so aloof and distant.

Interrupting Qin Sang, Granny Jing stepped forward and extended her right hand, palm up.

Energy surged in her palm, rising and flowing like waves.

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When the waves subsided, a Qingluan wooden sculpture emerged, identical to the previous one.

Accompanied by the cries of a phoenix, the Qingluan came to life, dancing gracefully around Old Lady Jing and calling out affectionately.

Then, Qingluan nimbly twisted its long neck and spread its wings to fly down onto Qin Sang's shoulder. It ruffled its feathers a few times and rubbed its cheek against Qin Sang's face.

Its blue feathers are dense and soft, like the finest silk.

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Qin Sang didn't dare to move, and after Qingluan left, a soft coolness came to his cheeks.

Noticing Qin Sang's shocked expression, Granny Jing smiled and extended her slender jade finger, tapping Qingluan's head softly. "She likes you very much," she whispered.

Qin Sang could be certain that the Qingluan opposite him had definitely been swallowed by the spatial storm.

Now, another identical Qingluan has appeared. "It's really a puppet,"

Qin Sang couldn't help but exclaim, "Senior your puppetry skills are enough to fool the eye, Junior has never heard of such skill."

It's not that my puppetry skills are so profound, I was fortunate enough to see the true form of Qingluan and personally experience its aura, although it wasn't the divine beast in its true form.

Jing Po-po explained a sentence, her palm brushing over Qingluan's graceful wings. Her red lips parted slightly, and she whispered softly, "Go."

Although Qingluan's aura was also suppressed to the level of a mortal demon like Qin Sang, its speed was still extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it flew to the exit of the main hall.

Bidding farewell to Qingluan's disappearance, Qin Sang reached out and grabbed Xu Tianlei, bowing respectfully. "Then the junior will obey your order."

"It's your spoils."

Jing Po-po nodded dismissively, then her eyes flashed as she said in a soft voice, "That just now was the Blood Curse Divine Light, wasn't it With the characteristics of your cultivation method, if you refine the Endless Blood Mulberry into your natal spirit sword, it would be enough to raise your natal spirit sword to the level of a magic treasure. You were lucky enough to get ten divine trees, your luck is really good. No wonder you've been reluctant to use your natal spirit sword, are you afraid I'll steal your magic treasure"

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As she spoke, Granny Jing let out a slight smile, as if mocking Qin Sang's cowardice.

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Qin Sang had prepared himself mentally, but when Old Madam Jing mentioned the Ebony Sword, his heart still pounded nervously.

But Qin Sang had not expected at all that Granny Jing would say such things.

Qin Sang couldn't help but repeatedly ask, "Senior knows"

Jing Po stood with her hands behind her back, gazing out at the palace. Her gaze was distant, as if reminiscing about something. After a moment of silence, she spoke softly, "I'm not only familiar with what Shao Hua Shan has in its collection, but I also know that the technique is incomplete. It only has the first five layers and can only be cultivated to the early stage of the Jindan period."

This is a secret technique treasured by Shao Hua Mountain. Although disciples are allowed to observe it, those who haven't cultivated it only know the superficial aspects of its power.

Grandmother Jing's words, both spoken and unspoken, revealed an understanding that rivaled Qin Sang's own. Only someone who had truly cultivated and reached a profound level of mastery could possess such insight. What was Grandmother Jing's true identity Could she have some connection to Shaohua Mountain Perhaps she herself was a cultivator...Just as Qin Sang was secretly astonished, Grandmother Jing's gaze landed on his face. "Do you want the subsequent cultivation techniques"

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Even though Qin Sang had a firm mind, upon hearing this, his heart skipped a beat.

How could he not want the follow-up techniques

This technique could be said to have allowed him to be reborn, seeing the key to hope for the Dao. Qin Sang couldn't imagine a technique that would suit him better than this one, unfortunately it was only a fragment.

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When he reached the fifth level, Qin Sang found himself at a dead end. He had two choices: to follow the existing path and forge his own way forward, painstakingly creating new techniques; or to switch to another cultivation method altogether.

It's unlikely that Qin Sang could create his own cultivation technique. He was well aware of his own talent. The reason he could cultivate and do so smoothly was entirely due to the Jade Buddha's credit.

Even when comprehending the killing talisman, most of it relied on the Jade Buddha to stabilize the mind and block the erosion of murderous intent, following the method itself step by step.

His comprehension of martial arts techniques and killing arts was far from being able to create his own. This path was too difficult to tread.

Switching to a different cultivation technique would be like abandoning all previous progress. Not only would you lose your natal spirit sword, but also the speed boost that talismans provided to your cultivation.

Unless another similar technique can be found.

For Qin Sang, this choice was a hurdle almost as great as forming the golden core.

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However, forming the golden core consumed too much of Qin Sang's energy. He was now entirely focused on it, with no remaining strength to think about anything else.

"Senior, do you perhaps have the latter half"

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Qin Sang eagerly questioned, but deep down, she both believed and doubted the message.

He secretly speculated about Jing Po's origins, quickly recalling the figures who had made a splash on Mount Shao Hua over the years, to see if anyone matched up with Jing Po.

With Granny Jing's beauty and temperament, she definitely wouldn't be unknown.

“It’s not the latter half, it’s the subsequent techniques.”

Jing Po looked at Qin Sang and corrected seriously, "It was created by another cultivator who practiced it after the original technique."

Qin Sang was startled when he heard this.

Over the years, many disciples of Mount Shaohua have attempted to cultivate.

Almost everyone gave up at the start. The pain of soul-piercing sword energy and encroaching killing intent is unimaginable to outsiders. These people definitely couldn't have created their own techniques on their own.

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