Chapter 412: Little Hair Spirit

Purple light flickered within the room.

Qin Li Shixian felt a wave of heat rush toward her face, as if even her divine intent had been scorched; she stepped back several paces:

"Please do not act rashly!"

Forming a true essence avatar from thousands of miles away requires not only the interaction of true qi and true essence, but also the splitting of one's spirit and the mobilization of the contemplation realm.

To forcibly traverse such a vast distance in this manner, the difficulty can be imagined.

In fact, looking at that indistinct figure, Qin Li Shixian knew her ancestor was clearly not yet healed from her injuries; she regretted it, wishing she had not mentioned Li Yuan.

At such an advanced age, how can she be more impulsive than me?

Is Ziyun Province not that far from Mount Hengshan? Did you teleport the Eight Directions Pagoda?

The figure was indistinct, and even the voice was blurred.

At least wait until I finish speaking, Elder.

Qin Li Shixian channeled true qi to nourish this ancestor's true qi, sighing inwardly; her injuries were not yet healed, and she still had to support the ancestor.

Could Chi Chi Zhuiyang and Murong Qing not hold them even when working together? Would Wan Wan Zhuliu dare to act personally?

Amidst the blurred voice, one could still hear raging fury!

Qin Li Shixian thought for a moment and still held back from telling him that his two disciples had betrayed the Star-Picking Tower; after all, since his original body had emerged from seclusion, he would naturally know.

Do not cause the thin thread of true qi that was painstakingly sent to collapse. I do not know.

Qin Li Shixian answered gloomily.

It matters not.

With Qin Li Shixian's true qi nourishing it, that flickering figure managed to stabilize somewhat.

How are your injuries?

Qin Li Shixian changed the subject, though she was genuinely concerned.

Since she could remember, she had never seen this ancestor; the transmission of arts and skills had been arranged in advance by the ancestor, so she was truly unclear about the injuries.

The ritual that those nine old ghosts spent a thousand years of incense to complete is not easy to break, but it will not cost this old man his life.

Raising a hand to stop Qin Li Shixian from continuing to transmit true qi, he continued asking: Where is that boy? Bring him to see me.

That is a disciple of the Dragon-Tiger Temple.

Qin Li Shixian helplessly reminded him: This is precisely the moment before the Martial Arts of the Daoes are convened; several great Dao Sects and even the imperial court are watching; please do not act rashly.

So what if it is a disciple of the Dragon-Tiger Temple?

He snorted coldly but said nothing; after all, his estimation had been wrong, and this thread of his true qi was pitifully thin: The Heaven-Monitoring Instrument trembled, yet what treasure had descended from the sky? Changing the topic slightly, Qin Li Shixian's heart eased slightly as she answered:

Nine years ago, a spiritual turtle descended from the sky, carrying a palace complex stretching over ten li on its back, which once drew countless experts to capture it.

"Alive?"

Alive.

A flash of purple light, and the tall figure quickly shrank; in the blink of an eye, it was only half a chi high, yet no longer so blurred.

Vaguely visible, it was a dignified old man wearing a purple robe.

A living spiritual turtle.

The old man in the purple robe was somewhat surprised; he paced back and forth a few steps, looking down at the tiny figure; Qin Li Shixian almost suppressed a smile at the corner of her mouth, but still strove to maintain her composure while recounting what she knew.

Treasured light interwove like clouds; could the turtle shell compare to the Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing?

The old man in the purple robe was somewhat moved; he glanced at the broken purple-light mirror on the ground and felt he had been somewhat too hasty; after all, that boy had just completed the refinement of his internal organs and had not yet had time to complete the blood replacement.

That old turtle made a ten-year pact with those present; calculating the time, it should be right after the Martial Arts of the Daoes; it is just unknown whether it will keep its promise.

Qin Li Shixian was not entirely certain; after all, for these more than two years, her information had truly been isolated.

That old turtle could withstand the Ninefold Vortex Winds of Heaven.

The old man in the purple robe pondered for quite a while before asking: Anything else?

Anything else?

Qin Li Shixian was slightly stunned: What do you mean?

Before I came, I checked; in over forty years, the Heaven-Monitoring Instrument has tremored no fewer than four times; besides that old turtle, there should be three more.

Qin Li Shixian was startled in her heart, somewhat suspicious: Could there be an error?

From ancient times to the present, news of treasures descending from the sky has occasionally appeared, but those were accumulated over vast ages, and do not count things like meteors.

The Heaven-Monitoring Instrument is a strange treasure left by the Master; it cannot be wrong.

The old man in the purple robe pondered only briefly; after all, he had already emerged from seclusion and would naturally clarify matters afterward.

You can go later to find that old turtle and ask it.

Qin Li Shixian frowned slightly, withdrew the true qi enveloping the house, and the old man in the purple robe smoothly turned into a wisp of flowing light that coiled around her little finger, resembling a ring.

Outside the house, Liu De's voice came.

Swallow a Chaos Soul Pill.

Liu De was stunned; the previous times he had not needed to, so why did he have to swallow one this time? He was somewhat suspicious but offered no resistance; he bowed and agreed, swallowing a Chaos Soul Pill.

From now on, just be a good local magnate.

Qin Li Shixian glanced at him, then leaped and vanished within the courtyard.

If she had truly had no other option this time, she would not have contacted an old killer like Liu De who had so painstakingly retired.

After all, they all have families and businesses, wives and daughters in droves.

Take me for a walk.

Qin Li Shixian only wanted to find a quiet place to continue healing and repair her divine realm, but since the ancestor had spoken, she could only agree.

An elder who has not gone out for over forty years deserves some understanding, does he not?

Hmm, let us go to Yunshu Tower for a stroll.

Qin Li Shixian assented in her heart, yet unconsciously walked toward the silk shop; she intended to have a well-fitting garment made. She had not had this thought before, but now that she learned the Laozu Sect was about to emerge from seclusion, her heart naturally relaxed.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in her heart:

Go south.

Qin Li Shixian's heart stirred; following the guidance, she crossed more than half the city district. Her steps paused slightly as she looked toward a crowd not far away.

That was an external small sect, still hauling some unknown cargo. There were many people; at this moment, they were looking around with full curiosity, occasionally letting out exclamations.

Similar sect powers were not uncommon over the past half-year; passersby nearby paid them little attention.

"This is..."

Qin Li Shixian's gaze fell upon someone within the crowd: a child of about four or five years old, held in a woman's arms.

The child's eyes were clear and bright, looking around with curiosity.

How did Your Oldness perceive it?

Qin Li Shixian was somewhat surprised; crossing more than half the city district was nothing—if she had the intent to investigate, she could manage it now.

But she had not perceived the slightest anomaly; moreover, a wisp of true qi so thin should not be able to penetrate the entire city.

She felt something in her heart.

The voice of the purple-robed elder sounded in her mind, carrying a hint of doubt and mockery!

"I only emerged from seclusion today; no one knows I am here. How does this little demon god seem to be coming straight for me?"

The purple-robed elder was surprised in his heart.

His spirit merged with heaven and earth; whenever anyone harbored malice, he could perceive it even from a hundred li away. But the problem was: how did this little demon god know?

If he knew I was here, how could he dare to come?

"Capture him and ask?"

Qin Li Shixian asked in her heart. Regarding the Xieshen Sect, she had always killed on sight.

Not yet.

The purple-robed elder was somewhat curious: Keep him for now; wait and see what this little demon god intends to do.

A dragon's pool and a tiger's den.

In the arms of the fair and delicate woman, Fayin Fayin Tongzi appeared innocent and carefree, yet in truth his mind was highly focused, very tense, and somewhat resentful.

After his avatar was killed at Longhu Temple, had it been himself, he would certainly never have taken such a risk again; yet he was forced to come.

"Yan Yan Tianxiong, sooner or later, this god will swallow you alive!"

He ground his teeth in his heart while pretending curiosity on his face, looking left and right; Fayin Fayin Tongzi cautiously observed the surroundings.

The journey was tiring; first put down the cargo, then find a restaurant for a good meal!

A middle-aged man called out loudly, and the whole group

roared in agreement; Fayin Fayin Tongzi was carried up the stairs by the woman.

Once inside the restaurant, he broke free from the woman, wandered around once, then leaned on the windowsill; from here he could also see those towering mountains.

Who exactly pulled the blade for that Long Xi Xiang?

Fayin Fayin Tongzi felt a chill in his heart; he desperately hoped it was a disciple of Longhu Temple with an unprecedented, once-in-a-millennium talent, or even a talent that covered the world.

It must not be that old monster; it must not be

Feeling the abundant vital energy everywhere in the city, he muttered to himself, feeling himself in extreme danger.

"Who is Wan Wan Zhuliu?"

He was an unparalleled, terrifying figure who had broken free from the grasp of the Dharma Master, causing all nine Dharma Masters to fear him; his blade intent could not even be removed by the Dharma Masters.

Except for that old monster at the Star-Picking Tower, who else in the current age could pull it? In fact, almost everyone thought so; otherwise, they would not have sent them here to fish and test.

"Heaven-slaying Yan Yan Tianxiong!"

The Fangtian Fangtian Huaji soared like a massive mountain across the sky; with a single press, the vast arena seemed about to shatter under violent tremors. Pfft! With a sound, Li Yuan exploded into fireworks.

"I cannot dodge!"

Inside the room, Li Yuan slowly opened his eyes; he rubbed his temples and shook his head inwardly.

These past days, every few days he would challenge the Yu Xuanjing Gate True Disciple Trial; alas, the gap was too great, and each time he failed to dodge, getting smashed into powder.

If only I could forge a pair of seventh-tier boots; or, if the Nine Appearances of the Cloud Dragon were cultivated to Great Perfection, it would be about the same. He lay down for a while, then Li Yuan rose.

By now, it was around noon. In the kitchen, Lei Lei Jingchuan was busy; in the courtyard, Jing Jing Shuhu was basking in the sun.

"Why are you only getting up now?"

Jing Jing Shuhu glanced at him sharply: "Drank alcohol again?"

"Practiced martial arts late yesterday."

Li Yuan moved a chair over and sat beside him; before Jing Jing Shuhu could speak, he had already proactively asked numerous questions about the Art of Refining Treasures.

As for the Art of Refining Treasures, Jing Jing Shuhu had not mastered it either, but the experiences and insights passed down by the Ancestors, he had kept in his heart.

Regarding Li Yuan's many questions, he answered them one by one.

However, once the Art of Refining Treasures was mentioned, he transmitted his voice, as if fearing Lei Lei Jingchuan might hear.

"What kind of look is that?"

Jing Jing Shuhu was very sharp; his transmitted voice turned dissatisfied: "Do you think I am stingy? This is a rule set by the Ancestors. Since his Art of Forging Weapons has not reached Great Perfection, listening would be useless."

"Please continue."

Li Yuan asked humbly.