's informant.Watching the sun approach midday, despite it being autumn, the heat of the sun was still intense. Qin Sang silently recited the Pure Land Sutra and patiently waited. Suddenly his eyes lit...This person had disheveled hair and unkempt appearance. His Taoist robes were dirty, making him look like a slovenly Taoist priest. You wouldn't guess from his looks that he was under thirty years old.

'...Whoosh...'

The slovenly Daoist's feet barely touched the grass tips as he vanished several dozen meters in the blink of an eye. There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy about him, more like a commoner's light martial arts technique. This is understandable, many wandering cultivators don't know spells and can only rely on worldly martial arts to compensate, sometimes with surprising effectiveness.

What a fast speed!

It's probably too late to prepare the ebony sword now, unless the slovenly Daoist observes the surrounding terrain after reaching the peak and stays there for a while longer. Otherwise, it would be a waste of a spirit stone.

Qin Sang frowned, after some deliberation, felt that he had the advantage, and it was a sneak attack, no need to use the Ebony Sword.

As the slovenly Taoist drew closer to the summit, Qin Sang held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. The moment the man reached the peak, he suddenly unleashed the Zi Hun Ling.

‘Ding dong…’.

With Qin Sang exerting all his strength, the crisp bell sound, like a demonic chime, suddenly echoed across the mountain peak.

This is a test.

The slovenly Daoist didn't expect someone to be lurking on the panoramic peak. His face turned pale with alarm, and he hastily reached for his waist, but it was too late. He was ensnared by the purple soul bell, his mind seized, his body frozen in place. In his dull eyes flickered pain and confusion.

Seeing that Zi Hun Ling was indeed effective, Qin Sang was overjoyed but didn't dare to relax. He quickly recited the Gui Shui Yin Lei Curse, and after a moment, a mass of slightly dim Yin Lei appeared in Qin Sang's palm.

This mass of dark thunder resembled a stream of water, writhing in Qin Sang's palm. From time to time, it flashed with streaks of dazzling lightning, revealing its jagged edges.

Meanwhile, Qin Sang noticed that the slovenly Taoist's expression of confusion gradually gave way to a sinister and anxious look, and his body also began to tremble.

Seeing this scene, Qin Sang's heart sank. In just three breaths of time, this person was about to wake up.

After all, he is a cultivator!

>

Qin Sang let out a low sigh and dared not wait any longer. He hurriedly stopped chanting, waving his hand to unleash the Yin Thunder power from his palm.

>

“Bang!”

The Yin Thunder was incredibly swift, almost hitting the slovenly Daoist as soon as it left Qin Sang's palm. The power of Yin Thunder tugged between the two, creating a dazzling flash of lightning.

But at this moment, Qin Sang's face was not only devoid of joy, but rather wore an unusually grim expression.

Qin Sang aimed for the heart, seeking a decisive blow. But just as his attack was about to strike the slovenly Daoist, a black shield materialized out of thin air in front of him!

The shield was only the size of a hand, long and black in shape. Three sword-shaped indentations pointed downwards at the tip of the shield's underside, giving it a menacing air.

The power of the yin thunder struck the shield without deviation. Electric light flickered on the surface of the shield, but they were all blocked by it, leaving the slovenly Taoist unharmed.

It turned out to be a self-protecting magic artifact!

Qin Sang cursed inwardly. Although this Xuan shield was only a mid-grade magic artifact, it possessed a rare and unique ability to automatically protect its owner.

This magical artifact doesn't require its owner to activate it. As long as danger is encountered, it can automatically appear and defend itself, saving lives. Its value cannot be measured simply by ordinary means. Even disciples of immortal cultivation sects covet this kind of artifact deeply.

Qin Sang never expected that the first opponent he encountered would be so difficult. He looked poor and shabby, but he even had such a magic artifact.

For safety, he even gave up the more skilled but less powerful Wanli Bingfeng. Who knew there was still an accident

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If I had known this, I might as well have gambled and directly used the Ebony Sword. The black shield is just a middle-grade magic artifact and definitely can't withstand the Ebony Sword.

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‘Bang!’

As the power of the dark clouds dissipated, an unexpected sight occurred. The black shield lost its energy all at once, like a broken string, crashing to the ground and shattering into three pieces that rolled into the crevices.

After all, it was only a mid-grade magic artifact. It was already at its limit to withstand the Gui Shui Yin Lei Curse. I just didn't expect it to be destroyed directly.

This was a pleasant surprise. Qin Sang's heart moved, and he immediately abandoned the idea of avoiding the limelight. Without hesitation, he raised his hand, and a cold wind suddenly howled on the mountain peak, causing the temperature to drop sharply.

Blades of cyan-white frost sprung up before the slovenly Taoist, each one containing countless shards of ice that quickly solidified.

But just then, the slovenly Daoist suddenly cried out, his eyes widening in alarm, and he broke free from Lingyin's grasp.

"Whew..."

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The slovenly Daoist gasped heavily, still shaken. As his senses returned, he noticed the chill before him and the shattered Ruyi shield at his feet. His face changed drastically, a look of utter terror replacing it.

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This lucky charm shield was specially prepared by him for this ascension ceremony. He fought tooth and nail to win it at the auction, almost spending his entire fortune. He didn't expect to use it as soon as he entered.

The slovenly Taoist's eyes darted about, and finally he spotted Qin Sang standing at the edge of the mountaintop.

Qin Sang had to focus his divine consciousness on chanting the incantation, unable to continue maintaining Luoyun Wings. His figure naturally couldn't remain hidden and appeared.

"You despicable wretch!"

The slovenly Daoist gritted his teeth, glared at Qin Sang with hatred, and cursed vehemently. Then, without waiting for Qin Sang's response, the slovenly Daoist turned and fled, not even daring to pick up the Ruyi shield on the ground.

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This action surprised Qin Sang greatly, causing him to frown involuntarily. If he let the slovenly Daoist escape, he could be said to have worked for nothing. More importantly, there was the jade pendant. There was a chance to get one, and he couldn't give up so easily.

Qin Sang immediately made a decision, his eyes calmly watching the disheveled Daoist flee. When he had just stepped onto the edge of the giant stone at the summit, about to jump down, a thin layer of ice quietly spread across the corner of the stone.

The slovenly Taoist cried out in alarm, his feet suddenly slipping from under him. His body lost control instantly and he plummeted down the mountainside.

The mountainside was steep, and the slovenly Daoist panicked, scrambling down any path he could find. His escape route led straight to a sheer cliff; at the bottom of the precipice grew ancient trees, each thick as several people could embrace. As the slovenly Daoist slipped, the icy aura finally solidified into several slender ice spikes, their tips gleaming with a menacing cold and razor-sharp sharpness.

"Go!"

Qin Sang raised his hand and pointed, an ice cone moving like lightning. It drew a curve in the air like a comet, chasing after the slovenly Taoist as he was about to fall into the ancient tree grove at the edge of the precipice.

The slovenly Daoist was in the air, with nowhere to escape. He could only gather a ball of spiritual energy to resist, but how could he possibly withstand Qin Sang's long-prepared ice spike

With only a shriek, the icicle sent up a spray of blood and smashed into the forest along with the disheveled Taoist.

'... thump thump thump...'

Branches were broken countless times, leaves flew everywhere, and after a flurry of chaos, the forest fell silent.

Dead

Qin Sang stood on the edge and looked down, his vision blocked by leaves. He didn't know where the slovenly Daoist had fallen to, or if he was dead.

Only the patches of blood scattered on the trees were strikingly conspicuous.

He had chosen his timing well, the slovenly Daoist was probably at least depleted of combat strength. Qin Sang couldn't help but smile with a touch of smugness.d been here for a while, yet he hadn't encountered even a single fight.The sun is setting.The horizon was ablaze with red.As darkness enveloped the surroundings, there was still no sign of the white c...