Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 423: Cultivation

"A natural treasure!"

Qin Sang's expression shifted as realization struck—Wandering Man’s internal injuries could only be healed with a treasure of that caliber. Once again, he was tirelessly searching for a cure. Without delay, he asked, "What is Senior’s current cultivation level?"

Li Yufu answered with a relaxed demeanor, "Great Grandmaster's cultivation has already reached completion. When he emerged from seclusion three years ago, he had already stepped into the Fake Core Realm. He originally intended to visit you in person, but the situation seemed urgent, so he left in a hurry and sent me in his place."

This news sent waves of shock through Qin Sang’s heart.

Twenty-eight years ago, Wandering Man had only just broken through to the middle stage of the Foundation Building Realm.

Now, he had overtaken Qin Sang and entered the Fake Core Realm ahead of him!

Could it be that Wandering Man’s talent was on par with Senior Qingzhu, who cultivated the Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment?

Of course, the greatest hurdle remained forming the Golden Core. Countless prodigies had been trapped at this stage for a lifetime, unable to take even a single step forward!

That was the advantage of true talent. Wandering Man had managed to reach the Foundation Building Realm even in his old age—a testament to his exceptional aptitude.

Had it not been for his internal injuries, who knew what incredible heights he could have reached?

Qin Sang had devoted himself entirely to cultivating the Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment, yet even with the aid of his killing symbol, he was still lagging behind.

He had halted his Fake Core Realm breakthrough and diverted his focus elsewhere. If Wandering Man’s premonition was correct, then his injuries would indeed hinder his Core Formation.

Otherwise, given Qin Sang’s understanding of him, Wandering Man would have endured seclusion, cultivating in isolation until he succeeded in forming his core.

"The greater cause takes priority!"

Qin Sang waved his hand nonchalantly. "When you return to your sect, tell your Great Grandmaster that if he needs assistance, he should send word immediately."

He was no longer the inexperienced cultivator from before; if he encountered a flying yaksha again, he now had the ability to hold his own, unlike the helpless struggle of last time.

Unexpectedly, Li Yufu shook his head slightly and said, "Great Grandmaster instructed me to deliver the Heyun Pill to you, Senior Uncle, before heading to the Yuncang Marshlands for training."

Yuncang Marshlands?

The current Yuncang Marshlands were far more perilous than before—it could be described as a den of dragons and tigers.

Qin Sang frowned upon hearing this. "What arrangements did he make for you?"

Li Yufu answered truthfully, "Great Grandmaster instructed me to act alongside a few senior brothers, familiarize myself with the Yuncang Marshlands, and decide my own path from there."

Qin Sang nodded slightly. Now that Li Yufu had reached the Foundation Building Realm, he needed to forge his own path in order to truly grow.

Wandering Man surely had the same intention, so he had decided to let go and allow Li Yufu to fend for himself.

How much fortune and success Li Yufu would achieve depended entirely on his own destiny and ability.

Realizing this, Qin Sang did not interfere. After a brief moment of thought, he retrieved a pair of twin swords from his Mustard Seed Pouch.

These twin swords, though only high-grade, contained Cold Gold in their blades, making them comparable to top-grade artifacts. They were among Qin Sang’s finest creations, originally set aside as gifts. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Putting aside his connection to Ming Yue, Wandering Man had treated Li Yufu as a personal disciple. These spiritual swords were well worth the gift.

Li Yufu accepted the twin swords with barely contained excitement. "Many thanks, Senior Uncle!"

"Go now," Qin Sang instructed without delay. "The Yuncang Marshlands are growing more chaotic; be careful in your actions. It won’t be long before my sect summons me to the battlefield as well. We will meet again then."

This was no idle speculation. The situation in the Yuncang Marshlands was worsening by the day.

Though the Small Cold Domain and the Tianxing Alliance had yet to engage in full-scale war, their constant skirmishes had already resulted in casualties, fueling deeper resentment.

In recent years, Shaohua Mountain’s Foundation Building disciples were either sent to defend Xuanlu Stronghold or conscripted into the Yuncang Marshlands.

Qin Sang had already received multiple summons from his sect.

Fortunately, Qi Yuanshou had mediated on his behalf, allowing him to delay his deployment by claiming he was at a critical stage of his breakthrough.

But he knew he couldn’t stall for much longer.

After sending Li Yufu off, Qin Sang could no longer suppress his impatience. He hurried back to his cave dwelling and took out the Heyun Pill.

Holding the white pill between his fingers, Qin Sang inhaled its potent medicinal aroma, feeling intoxicated by its spiritual essence.

The Heyun Pill was exceptionally effective, though it was slightly inferior to the Dark Patterned Heyun Pill. If his body rejected the pill, its medicinal energy would be wasted entirely, unable to enhance his cultivation.

But when it came to his foundation, he would take the risk. Even if the Heyun Pill was completely wasted, it was a price worth paying!

Qin Sang took a deep breath and tilted his head back, swallowing the spiritual pill whole.

As the pill entered his abdomen, his mind became still, and he slowly began to refine its medicinal power.

Within the silent cave dwelling, Qin Sang sat like an ancient pine tree—completely motionless.

After a long time, a deep sigh echoed through the silent cave dwelling.

At some unknown moment, Qin Sang had emerged from his meditative state. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the cave wall.

The effect of this Heyun Pill was not even half as effective as the previous Dark Patterned Heyun Pill.

More than half of its medicinal power had been wasted.

Though Qin Sang had anticipated this outcome, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.

But recalling how Wandering Man had endured repeated failures—failing and trying again, yet never wavering in his heart of Dao—Qin Sang discarded his distractions and regained his composure.

Letting out a slow breath, he once again entered meditation, sinking his consciousness into his primordial spirit space.

Upon his ebony sword, three and a half killing symbols shimmered, continuously absorbing spiritual qi and enhancing Qin Sang’s cultivation.

Currently, his cultivation speed was actually slightly faster than that of a three-spiritual-root cultivator!

Previously, he had only refined the Blood Dripping Ghost Mushroom, while the two bottles of Lilong Pills remained untouched.

Since his breakthrough, he had undergone seven years of arduous cultivation.

Barring any accidents, in just another decade or so, he would catch up to Wandering Man and begin preparations for Core Formation!

Qin Sang could only hope that the Small Cold Domain and the Tianxing Alliance would maintain their restraint, at least until he reached the Fake Core Realm.

Unfortunately, things in the world rarely went as one wished.

After three months in seclusion, Qin Sang held his sect’s summons in hand, his expression helpless.

The message had come from none other than Qi Yuanshou, personally penned and delivered.

The order was clear—Qin Sang was to drop everything immediately and return to the sect without delay, regardless of whether he had broken through or not.

The wording was stern, leaving no room for refusal.

In an attempt to buy time, Qin Sang had deliberately concealed his true cultivation level from the sect.

Just months ago, he had spoken of this possibility with Li Yufu, and now his words had come true—Qi Yuanshou had summoned him back.

Qin Sang had never intended to betray Shaohua Mountain. While he was not particularly favored within the sect, the lack of restrictions granted him a degree of freedom.

And when faced with difficult situations, he could always seek assistance from the sect. There was no reason not to comply.

Since he had no plans of betraying his sect, he had no choice but to obey orders.

Qin Sang took stock of his cultivation and reviewed his artifacts, ensuring everything was in order.

He wasn’t particularly concerned about the dangers of the Yuncang Marshlands. As long as he didn’t encounter a Golden Core cultivator from the Tianxing Alliance, he could come and go freely.

His only worry was that sect duties would interfere with his cultivation.

Hopefully, Qi Yuanshou’s assigned task would not be too demanding.

Before departing, Qin Sang relinquished his cave dwelling, officially purchasing Sword Pavilion under his name and handing it over to Ning Youwei to manage. Then, he left Qingyang Market alone.

Just before leaving, Qin Sang turned and took a deep, lingering look in the direction of Demonic Qingyang Sect and Endless Valley.

For now, he had chosen not to act against the peak Demonic Spirit Realm Jiao, as he wasn’t yet confident in extracting the Jiao spirit.

If he failed to obtain the Jiao spirit, all his efforts would be in vain.

He planned to return once he had reached the Fake Core Realm.

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