Chapter 293: Heaven-Mending Soul Fire Liquid

Two hours later.

Qin Ming arrived at a canyon surrounded by mountains, with a lake over a hundred li in diameter at its center.

As soon as he approached, he felt a dense wave of spiritual energy rush toward him.

According to what Qin Ming knew, this place had originally been occupied by a barbarian tribe; it was only after paying a tremendous price that the Lingyu Sect and Jinyun Valley managed to breach it back then.

Now, this third-grade middle-quality spiritual vein had become a possession of the Lei Yuanzong.

Besides this, Qin Ming had also learned from Wei Wuya that those currently stationed here included not only members of the Lei Yuanzong but also people from the Baihua Sect.

The reason was that the Baihua Sect and the Shennong Gate, as vassal powers that had remained utterly loyal to the Lei Yuanzong for hundreds of years, deserved to be granted some benefits.

Mangshan Mountain Range.

Patrol cultivators from the Lei Yuanzong and the Baihua Sect were on duty.

Suddenly, they perceived the spiritual energy in the air boiling like water, and immediately afterward, ripples like water waves appeared in the surrounding space.

Immediately following this, an overwhelming spiritual pressure swept over them like a mountain collapse and a tsunami.

Those low-ranking cultivators trembled one by one, as if standing on the brink of an abyss. "What's happening?"

"Could it be that the Grand Elders have come to inspect again?"

Moments later, Qin Ming's figure materialized before everyone, retracting his aura of magic power.

"A Jin Dan Old Ancestor!"

At this, a sharp-eyed cultivator recognized him.

"It's True Person Wangyue!"

"Greetings, True Person Wangyue!"

Seeing the legendary True Person Wangyue with their own eyes, they were extremely excited.

"Mm, rise."

"I have come to this place to handle some matters; Wei Wuya should have briefed you, correct?"

Hearing this, the few cultivators guarding the foot of the mountain looked at each other in bewilderment.

Clearly, these individuals' ranks were too low, and they knew nothing about the matter.

Just then.

A streak of purple rainbow light shot out from the valley into the sky, stopping before Qin Ming after a few breaths.

As the escaping light dispersed, a young female cultivator wearing a purple gauze skirt appeared before everyone; her beauty was peerless, her skin fairer than snow, her curves magnificent and perfectly proportioned, adorned with a pair of captivating long legs.

Her cultivation base had even reached the late Foundation Establishment stage.

As soon as this woman appeared, the cultivators present were captivated by her beauty.

In an instant.

A feminine fragrance, reminiscent of osmanthus and orchids, drifted over.

"Junior Zhao Ling'er pays her respects to Qin Qianbei!"

"Old Ancestor Wei has already explained everything to this junior; I will take you there immediately."

After speaking, Zhao Ling'er gracefully bowed to Qin Ming.

"So you are the Hundred Flowers Saintess of the Baihua Sect; no need for excessive courtesy," Qin Ming said indifferently.

Qin Ming had once crossed paths with her at the Qingyang Market, so he naturally retained some impression of her.

Facing a Jin Dan True Person, Zhao Ling'er also revealed a look of nervousness.

She had never expected that True Person Wangyue, who had recently shaken the entire Southern Wild Immortal Realm, would travel ten thousand li to reach this place.

What surprised her even more was that the other party actually recognized her.

This inevitably set her mind wandering; Zhao Ling'er had also heard that in his early years, Qin Ming had risen step by step starting from the Qingyang Market in the Yunze Dahuang.

As the Hundred Flowers Saintess, she felt immense admiration in her heart.

"Is Qin Qianbei going to rest inside for a while, or...?" Zhao Ling'er asked respectfully.

Qin Ming said, "Take me directly to the Tiangang Wind-Splitting Cave."

"Yes, Qin Qianbei, please follow me."

Subsequently.

Zhao Ling'er led Qin Ming, flying toward the rear mountain of Mangshan under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Half an incense stick later.

The two arrived at the mountain peak before a huge fissure that seemed bottomless.

Woo-woo-woo~ Fierce gusts of wind, sharp as knives, continuously surged out, slicing any passing birds and beasts into fragments and dragging them inward.

Seeing this, Qin Ming raised an eyebrow; the power of this gale wind was no weaker than the spells of a Jin Dan Old Ancestor. No wonder Wei Wuya had retreated after descending only a few hundred zhang back in the day.

"Qin Qianbei, this forbidden ground is extremely dangerous; perhaps you should reconsider..." Zhao Ling'er reminded him kindly.

Qin Ming said indifferently, "No need."

Then, under Zhao Ling'er's stunned gaze, Qin Ming transformed entirely into a streak of cyan escaping light and plunged without hesitation into the Tiangang Wind-Splitting Cave.

Inside the fissure.

The black gale wind wailed, as if trying to blow away one's very soul.

Qin Ming activated his Blood Qi True Gang, covering his entire body with a "Glazed Treasure Armor," and then he dove straight downward.

These Tiangang Yin Winds, which outsiders avoided at all costs, struck Qin Ming's Glazed Treasure Armor and instantly melted away like ice, posing absolutely no danger to him.

He flew downward along the rugged fissure for several thousand zhang.

The surrounding gale winds gradually weakened, and then a huge, pitch-black karst cave appeared in Qin Ming's line of sight.

He retracted the Glazed Treasure Armor from his body and flew down to land.

Inside this cave lay scattered countless corpses, including quite a few fossilized beast bones of the third grade; judging solely from the massive size of the skeletons, the cultivation bases of these demonic beasts when they were alive must have been quite high.

Above the cavern was a dense cluster of black stalactites hanging upside down like bamboo shoots.

In the center of the cavern, a massive skull lay quietly—fully a dozen zhang across—and no one could tell what kind of demonic beast it had belonged to.

At the position of the skull's right eye socket, a ball of ink-black ghost fire was continuously billowing forth.

"A third-grade, upper-quality Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire!"

Qin Ming could not help but be moved.

On the lower cheek of the skull, a mark resembling a tear-streak had appeared.

Following the direction of the tear-streak, Qin Ming's gaze dropped down, and he saw a small pool of ink-black spirit liquid condensed in a groove beneath the skull.

"This is the 'Mending Heaven Soul-Fire Liquid' you were looking for. I didn't expect there to be this much." Jin Lingzi's voice rang out.

Hearing this, joy appeared on Qin Ming's face. Wasn't it precisely for this thing that he had traveled thousands of li?

He immediately took out a delicate jade vial and collected all of this legendary 'Mending Heaven Soul-Fire Liquid'.

After finishing this, Qin Ming's eager gaze turned toward the ghostly fire above.

"This Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire has burned for ten thousand years without going out, and has actually existed in this place for so long."

"And it can burn the Tian Gang Lie Feng and condense out Mending Heaven Soul-Fire Liquid—truly incomparably miraculous."

Qin Ming immediately opened his mouth and spat; the Spirit-Devouring Poison Flame transformed into a blue luan that flew out, circled once within the cavern, then let out a long shriek and dove toward the ghost fire within the skull.

Boom!

The two third-grade, upper-quality spirit fires clashed in an instant, illuminating the entire Yin Wind cavern.

Blue and ink-black spirit fires intertwined, battling fiercely within the cave, devouring each other.

The nearby demonic beast fossils, the moment even a wisp touched them, were incinerated on the spot.

In the end, the Spirit-Devouring Poison Flame—which had fused with multiple spirit fires—proved superior and devoured that ghostly fire.

The blue poison flame in the air instantly surged in aura, leaping up an entire tier! The wings on the blue luan firebird began to transform, its tail flame continually lengthening, until it completely became a deep-blue fire phoenix.

"A third-grade, top-quality Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire!"

Qin Ming was overjoyed. With a beckoning gesture, the blue fire phoenix spread its wings—bearing an extraordinary bearing—and shrank down, landing in his hand.

He gazed at the palm-sized blue fire phoenix in his hand; he could clearly feel that the advanced Spirit-Devouring Poison Flame had reached an entirely new tier of power.

Faced with such a poison flame, even a late-stage Jin Dan cultivator would likely have to give way.

Qin Ming was in excellent spirits. He swept a glance around, then withdrew the poison flame, once again employing his movement technique and flying upward.

Meanwhile, near the Heavenly Gang Splitting Wind Cave, Hundred Flowers Holy Maiden Zhao Ling'er had been waiting outside for several hours.

On her delicate face, a hint of worry had already shown; she paced back and forth restlessly on the spot.

"If Qin Qianbei runs into trouble, how am I to answer to Yunxi Laozu?"

Just as Zhao Ling'er could not sit still with anxiety—

From the direction of the rift, a surge of powerful magic power rippled out.

Immediately after, a flash of blue light appeared before Zhao Ling'er's eyes, and Qin Ming's figure reappeared in front of her.

"Let's go, the matter is done!"

"Many thanks, Daoist Friend Zhao, for leading the way."

Qin Ming was in a good mood; he gave her a faint smile as he spoke.

(End of this chapter)