Longevity: Start Farming with Entries-Chapter 433 - 388: Ten-Thousand-Year Cyan Spirit Saliva, Great Zhou Luo Family
Beast Roar Mountain Range, just after Qin Ming had left.
The place where a fierce battle with the demonic cultivators had just occurred, the air started to ripple like water, then began to shake violently.
At this moment.
Two dazzling beams of light suddenly shot from the distance, stopping instantly in mid-air nearby.
The lights dissipated, revealing two figures who emitted no mana aura, appearing almost like ordinary mortals.
However, being able to stand in void without releasing any hint of spiritual pressure was obviously not something ordinary people could do.
One of them, a figure as towering as an iron tower, was none other than the Demon Saint Gushan of the Mountain Giant Ape Race, whom Qin Ming had encountered once at the grand event in the Fox Race Sacred Land.
Beside him, a Black Feather Demon Cultivator stood in the void, a man dressed in black feathered clothing, with his black hair tied up, and aside from a horned nose, he bore almost no difference from the Human Race.
He was evidently also a figure of the Demon Saint Level who had fully completed transformation.
"Brother Gushan, the destruction from the battle here appears to have been caused by a late-stage Tier Three Great Demon."
"I’ve never heard, however, that there are any such demon cultivators in this part of the Beast Roar Mountain Range?"
Demon Saint Gushan did not directly reply to the question but instead squinted his eyes, using Demon Thought to sense carefully for a moment.
His brows furrowed slightly.
With a hint of confusion, he said: "Strange, why do I sense a vague hint of my race’s aura...faint and fleeting..."
"Ah? Brother Gushan, you must be mistaken?" The Black Feather Demon Cultivator said in surprise, "You must be joking, could it be that another demon saint seedling is about to emerge within your noble race?"
Demon Saint Gushan, finding nothing, gave up sensing: "No, it’s merely a suspicion."
"Great Black Heaven, what do you make of this?"
The person beside him was the early-stage Tier Four Transformed Demon Saint of the Wind-splitting Eagle Race — Great Black Heaven Demon Saint.
Upon hearing this, Great Black Heaven Demon Saint squinted his small emerald green eyes slightly, speaking indifferently:
"These little demons below, their small scuffles are of no importance."
"What concerns me most is the Secret Realm of the Ancient Cyan Origin Sect. It’s said there might be high-tier opportunities within, maybe even treasures to break through the Tier Four bottleneck. Isn’t Brother Gushan tempted?"
"What about my previous proposal, have you considered it?"
Demon Saint Gushan showed no interest in his words.
"There’s no need to discuss this further, I advise you not to meddle in Human Race affairs, lest you bring trouble upon yourself."
Then, without caring about the other’s reaction, his figure blurred and he disappeared from the scene.
He departed as quickly as he had arrived.
Great Black Heaven Demon Saint’s emerald eyes flickered a few times, then without further delay, his form faded away, leaving the place.
"Hmph! Truly uninteresting."
"Since none of you agree to join forces, I’ll just go by myself."
...
Elsewhere.
After several days of flight, Qin Ming returned to the Spirit Fields of Five Elements Mountain.
To be safe, he took a longer detour.
Ensuring no one was tailing him, he finally returned to the Spirit Field base.
Upon returning to the Spirit Field, Qin Ming first conducted a patrol, with several dozen Spirit Farmers engaging in daily cultivation, and Li Lan tending to the Jade Emperor Spirit Rice—everything was normal.
Old Jia was managing the business in the Mirror Snow Pavilion.
Now that the business of the Mirror Snow Pavilion was getting better and better, he was becoming quite busy.
Guu Qingzhao also dispatched quite a few personnel from the headquarters in the Southern Wilderness.
The first thing Qin Ming did upon returning was to take out the Divine Hoe to clear the weeds from the ten acres of Celestial Net Grass he was growing, then applied the Five Elements Spirit Rain Technique for irrigation.
The Spirit Field was lush and verdant, growing fairly well overall.
After tending to the Spirit Field, he then entered the Little Spirit Realm and began to inspect the storage pouches of the two True Inheritors from the Blood Refining Demon Sect.
But what happened next.
Even the well-versed Qin Ming was stupefied on the spot.
"Goodness! Isn’t this incredibly bountiful?"
"You never know until you look, but what a surprise upon seeing."
"These two demonic cultivators, just how many factions from Great Zhou have they plundered?"
Upon uttering this, a nearby Heaven-Devouring Rat, in the midst of wiping a Black Steel Fork, pricked up its ears, put away the fork, and immediately came over.
Taking a glance at the storage pouches, it too exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh my heavens, we’ve hit the jackpot, Master! Who would have thought these two were such fatties! Hehehe!"
The two storage pouches were filled with high-tier Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, various spiritual objects piled up into small mountains.
Apart from their demonic inheritance, there was also an abundance of spiritual materials looted from others.
Just the High-Grade Spirit Stones added up to over a thousand pieces, and the Middle-Grade Spirit Stones numbered in the tens of thousands, with so many Low-Grade Spirit Stones it was impossible to count.
The Meng-named Demon Cultivator’s two Lifebound Demonic Treasures: ’Blood Bat Demon Tower’ and ’Blood Spirit Drill’, were Tier Three High-Grade demonic artifacts.
Additionally, the other’s Lifebound Demon Soldier was a Tier Three Top-Grade Demon Bone Banner.
There were several other Tier Three Low-Grade and Middle-Grade Artifacts.
Qin Ming was not too interested in these demonic cultivation techniques and demonic artifacts.
What interested him were the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures seized from Great Zhou, some of which he could make use of.
As he was searching through them, an item in the storage pouch of the demonic cultivator with the surname Qiu caught the attention of the Heaven-Devouring Rat beside him.
With a natural treasure-hunting physique, its sense of smell for treasures was extremely keen. The Heaven-Devouring Rat sniffed hard, its gaze suddenly lighting up.
"Oh, what is this?"
The Heaven-Devouring Rat pointed at a cyan jade bottle lying at the very bottom, pressed under other items.
Hearing this, Qin Ming paused his actions.
Then he picked up the cyan bottle which appeared archaic and elegant, with the bottle engraved with a variety of ancient spirit patterns.
