t the crossroads, as if the imminent danger emanating from it didn't exist.Thus, over a century passed. The stone path remained desolate as ever. This time seemed incredibly long. Qin Sang's brow furr...What is this

Qin Sang followed Jiang You and entered the inner hall of the camp. He saw a wooden frame two people tall placed on the ground, with a copper gong hanging from its crossbar.

This cymbal has three sides.

No one swayed, the bronze drum swung on its own, emitting a faint yellow glow.

Qin Sang looked around and sensed the energy of the spirit array nearby, part of which converged on the bronze drum.

“This treasure is called the Seven Sounds Drum, a special Buddhist artifact. After the last Yibao Meeting incident, the hall master purchased it at a high price.”

Jiang Youling painted a '卍' character in mid-air and snapped his fingers toward the bronze cymbal, which vanished in a flash of yellow light. The cymbal hummed, abruptly suspending motionless. The light converged, but its connection to the spirit array became even more subtle.

"Set up appropriate formations around the area. This treasure is very sensitive to auras and prevents anyone from acting maliciously at the auction or trade meet, especially towards demonic energy."

Qin Sang suddenly realized, secretly smiling that the Liuzhou Hall had been bitten by a snake one day and would be afraid of a rope for ten years.

Last time, when monsters infiltrated the Yibao Meeting, Liuzhou Tang suffered a great loss of face and was ridiculed by everyone. If this happened again, they would truly become a laughingstock.

Inside affairs are not Qin Sang's responsibility. He only needs to appear at auctions and treasure trading events.

After seeing Jiang You off, Qin Sang stayed in the cave dwelling for a while. Then, he got up and walked out of the Liu Zhou Tang branch, wandering aimlessly around Hong City.

The first grand auction will be held early the day after tomorrow, divided into two sessions: Jindan and Yuanying. The auction for low-ranking cultivators had already opened in Nancheng several days ago and is open to all sessions.

All nascent soul cultivators entering the Rainbow City will be invited, and Qin Sang is no exception.

Although no list of treasures has been revealed yet, the grand scale at the entrance of the Golden Jade Gate has everyone extremely excited.

The city was overflowing with people.

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Qin Sang unknowingly walked to the main peak.

On his way up the main peak, Qin Sang, who rarely encountered Nascent Soul cultivators in the past, met several of them shortly after arriving. A few others had concealed auras, suspected to be cultivators at the middle or later stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

Hongcheng is teeming with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. To rashly activate divine consciousness to probe into it will easily lead to misunderstandings.

Qin Sang looked around at the scenery and kept to himself, walking slowly and steadily. He reached the peak of the main mountain and leaned on the railing, gazing out at the view.

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The main peak stands as the heart of the mountains north of the river. Looking west, one can see the myriad mountains, while to the east lies the vast ocean. From this vantage point, all other mountains appear small and insignificant.

A nine-story building, piled high with gold and jade, stands majestically at the peak of the mountain. It towers above the rest, exuding ultimate luxury and is known as the Golden Jade Pavilion.

There is no doubt that the Jinyu Lou belongs to the Jinyu Men, and the grand auction will be held here the day after tomorrow.

Qin Sang and Jin Yu Men had little contact, but from past rumors and the impressions gained from seeing them firsthand, they didn't seem like a typical Xian Dao sect. They seemed even more concerned with status than organizations like the Liuzhou Tang Chamber of Commerce.

Perhaps the special transmission of Jinyu Gate.

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Cultivation techniques can change a cultivator's temperament, which in turn affects the atmosphere of a sect.

Qin Sang walked past the Jin Yu Lou, glancing at it but with no intention of entering. As he was about to go in another direction, his brows suddenly furrowed ever so slightly.

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Just now, it seemed as if a probing gaze fell upon him.

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Qin Sang's divine sense greatly advanced, his spiritual awareness acute. He knew instinctively that this gaze was different from others; the other party was paying close attention to him!

Swiftly take in the scene around Jinyu Tower.

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On the right side of Jinyulu.

A female cultivator of the Yuan Ying stage was walking towards them, accompanied by a handsome young man.

The young man was only at the mid-stage of Jindan, seemingly unaware of the true cultivation level of the Nascent Soul female cultivator. He acted carefree and unrestrained, while the Nascent Soul female cultivator also played along, being alluring and charming, gazing at the young man with eyes full of admiration.

Qin Sang could see the coldness deep in the eyes of the female cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage. Remembering some rumors about the Celestial Demon Valley, he thought that if a beautiful man couldn't wake up in time, his ending wouldn't be good.

A Taoist emerged from the Golden Jade Tower. Judging by his attire, he was a high-ranking figure from Jing Zen Mountain Villa. He glanced at the female cultivator but didn't pay her any mind. His movements were strange and elusive, blending into the crowd and vanishing without a trace.

Down two flights of stairs, there was a young couple of Taoist disciples, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.

One by one, the images of cultivators flashed through Qin Sang's mind, each being eliminated.

Tianmu Die was also silently operating her divine abilities.

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Everything is normal and there's nothing unusual!

"Illusion"

Qin Sang didn't believe his spiritual sense was wrong, but that person had indeed disappeared, or the other party's disguise was so high that even he couldn't see through it.

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He walked at a steady pace, silently passing through the Jade Pavilion. He strolled around the other peaks before returning to the Six States Hall residence, where night had already fallen. That feeling had never occurred before.

Qin Sang no longer thought much, organizing the Qianjun Charm.

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There's only one incense stick left for pacifying spirits, but two crocodilian demon skeletons should fetch a good price. The formula for the incense could also be sold, but it's best to use your strongest tools when facing the most dangerous threats.

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According to his observation, even in the affluent Zhongzhou, it was extremely difficult to gather all the spirits needed for the Zhenlingxiang incense.

Those who can afford the price and have the ability to refine the Soul-Calming Incense are few and far between.

Qin Sang prepared to wait until she had the energy, first gathering the rarest spiritual objects, then considering selling the recipe.

The moonlight was like gauze.

Qin Sang looked out the window at the quiet courtyard, calculating in his heart.

Suddenly, a loud drumroll shattered the silence!

'Boom!'

Three copper gongs sounded together.

The sound of drums was crisp and clear, audible throughout the entire outpost.

Seven Tones Drum!

Qin Sang's complexion changed slightly, he suddenly stood up, and the next moment appeared in the sky above the small courtyard.

At the same time, figures rushed out from all directions. The masters of Liuzhou Hall were awakened, and everyone's eyes turned to the back hall of Liuzhou Hall.

That is where the treasure vault of the Liu Zhu Tang resides, with Deputy Hall Master Jiang You personally in charge!

In the rear hall, yellow light surged into the sky, and drums beat urgently.

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A white shadow silently flashed in the yellow light, fluttering like a crane, as if a ghost.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed from the back hall. "Stop him!" Jiang You, the deputy master of the second hall, bellowed.

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At the same time, panicked shouts rang out inside.

"Oh no! The Heavenly Scripture Vault has been opened!"

The ban has been broken...

The Heavenly Vault, the number one treasure trove of Liuzhou Hall, was stealthily broken into. It wasn't until the Seven-Sound Drum sounded its alarm that they discovered the thief had stolen the treasures.

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‘Whoosh!’

The white figure's movement was exceptionally mysterious, vanishing out of the mountain and into the void with a flash.

It was only then that Jiang You dashed out from the back hall, his body adorned with strands of transparent silk thread. His Daoist robe was tattered in several places, and his appearance was disheveled. It was clear that he had been held back by the other party's supernatural powers.

Jiang You, enraged and embarrassed, saw Bai Ying flee in terror. He quickly turned towards Qin Sang's cave abode, but found it empty. Relief washed over him as he exclaimed, "Quickly pursue! Go and aid Elder Qin!"

Leaving half the men to guard the treasure trove, Jiang You led the rest in hot pursuit.

The commotion here alarmed the cultivators on nearby peaks, and some opportunists secretly followed.

The patrolling cultivators at the Jinyu Gate also noticed the anomaly here, hurriedly activating their jade talismans to contact their sect's masters and urging their spirit beasts beneath them to gather here.

At the very front.

Although the Shadow Escape Technique was ingenious, trying to get rid of Qin Sang was like a madman dreaming. Shortly after rushing out of Hong City, he was caught up by Qin Sang.

"Where to!"

Qin Sang shouted loudly.

A sword arc leaped out of the Qianjun Ring, the golden sunken sword surged like a meteor, suddenly bursting with a thousand-zhang sword light, the sword energy river broke through the air and went straight down.

The white figure seemed to glance back at Qin Sang. Facing the sword light above his head, he flicked his sleeve. Without using any magical artifacts, a violent wind raged in the empty space. Visible streaks of gray air gathered into clumps and in the blink of an eye, transformed into a shadowy gale that swept across the sky.

'Boom!'

The sword qi surged forward, relentlessly piercing into the monster wind. It was like a red-hot branding iron, unstoppable in its momentum, and within the monster wind, it blazed with brilliant sword light. The monster wind churned, tendrils of gray wind energy frantically lashed out towards the sword light, transforming into tangible shackles that wrapped around it layer after layer.

"Late Nascent Soul Stage!"

Qin Sang narrowed his eyes, this was the only way to determine the other party's cultivation level.

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The treasury of Liuzhou Tang may contain many treasures, but the most precious artifacts that could move a great cultivator's heart would not be kept here.

It's absurd to say that a great cultivator would stoop so low as to personally steal these trifling treasures, only to be caught red-handed.

“This temple brings the treasures of Rainbow City, and they are intended for auction. If fellow cultivators have a need, just say a word when you come, and it's free to give to you as well. Why go through so much trouble!”

Qin Sang roared loudly.

Just a few treasures, to befriend a great cultivator. He believes that Master Mu has the guts for this.

“Whatever I want, I always just take it!”

The white shadow let out a chuckle.

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The last laugh was distorted, for Qin Sang saw that the sword light failed to stop the white shadow. Changing his sword style, the Jin Shen Sword vanished into thin air. The void grew dark and hazy, shrouding the strange wind instead.

As soon as the Seven Souls Killing Formation was deployed, the strange wind lost its target and danced around aimlessly within the sword formation like a headless fly. Under the strangulation of the sword threads, it was defeated and dissipated in large swathes.

The sword silk flared suddenly, instantly killing the last wisp of demonic wind. Before the white shadow could escape, it enveloped this space, narrowly shrouding the white shadow within.

Qin Sang, amidst the busyness, stole a glance behind him.

Now things are getting a bit too noisy.

Besides Jiang You and others, many figures flew in with their lights illuminating the night sky outside Hong City. They left the two of them far behind.

Qin Sang noticed several golden escape lights inside, moving quickly. They were the unique escape techniques of Jinyu Gate. He nodded secretly, waiting for them.

Someone is causing trouble in Honghong City, and the Jinyu Gate is responsible for dealing with it.

Qin Sang made his move, only fulfilling the duty of a guest elder. He didn't want to fight to the death for the Liu Zhou Hall and a great cultivator, delaying the opponent's progress and waiting for reinforcements to arrive was already doing his best.

Besides, Qin Sang remembered the feeling of being watched during the day.

That night, a great monk infiltrated Liuzhou Hall.

Is it a coincidence

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Qin Sang ordered Tian Mu Die to keep watch secretly and so far, nothing unusual was found.

“Your sword formation is decent, but you use it poorly! Your swordsmanship is far from impressive!”

The white shadow was trapped within the sword formation, but instead of being panicked, it let out a mocking laugh and began to sarcastically taunt.

Qin Sang didn't respond.

From within the sword formation, a series of piercing ‘whooshing’ sounds rang out as transparent threads shot from the white figure, identical to those hanging on Jiang You.

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Bai Ying didn't seem to be putting in her full effort when dealing with Jiang You.

Thread spun around the white figure, weaving a spectacle. Countless threads intertwined and surprisingly formed a lake suspended in mid-air.

The lake water is clear, just like a real lake.

Wow!

The water rippled, and a giant made of water climbed out of the lake. Its hollow eyes stared at the rain of sword threads, roared into the sky, raised its arm, twisted its body abruptly, and swung its heavy fist crashing into the sword formation!

The fist technique is like thunder.

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Suddenly, the sword formation trembled and chaos erupted.

Qin Sang's face was grave, he hastily recited incantations, and sword threads frantically contracted inwards, compressing the power of the sword formation to mend the gap caused by the punch.

But Bai Ying had already seized the opportunity. Suddenly, she appeared above the water giant's head and surged upward. Facing the sword threads that were strangling her, she remained calm and pointed to another point in the sword formation, saying nonchalantly, "This formation shall be mine to command!"

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There, where the water giant had struck, the power of the sword array hadn't recovered yet, and the sword threads were in disarray.

The moment these words were spoken.

Qin Sang was horrified to discover that these sword threads had completely broken free from his control, severing the connection. Although it wasn't the entire formation, only a single area, it was a fatal weakness.

More astonishingly, with a flick of his white-clothed finger, the sword threads were controlled by the white shadow and surged back towards their 'companions'.

Within the Seven Souls Slaughter Array, sword strands clashed and tore at each other.

Bai Ying was composed and calm.

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"Full of loopholes!"

A sneer from the white shadow reached Qin Sang's ears.

Qin Sang was speechless and powerless to refute.

After the sword formation was perfected, enemies trapped within it had always only been able to parry. For the first time, they were broken by such a strange tactic.

The Water Giant still had traces left behind, Qin Sang couldn't see it at all, Bai Ying's last display was what kind of divine ability.

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Never heard of it!

‘Whoosh!’

A white shadow burst out of the sword formation, unharmed.

To everyone's surprise, he didn't choose to continue running away. Instead, he turned around and stood in the void, staring at Qin Sang.

Qin Sang was startled and sensed something was amiss. He secretly cursed inwardly, "Not good!" The phoenix wings behind him flapped urgently, transforming into a bolt of lightning as he instantly shifted thousands of meters away.

He had just vanished, when a white shadow appeared in his previous spot.

This kind of situation, Qin Sang and the Qing Mao Mouse Demon had experienced once during their fight, but Bai Ying's movements were more concealed and light, harder to defend against.

“Roar!”

The water giant roared.

One punch after another smashed through the sword threads, the force was astonishing.

The white shadow can only control the sword silk for a short time.

Qin Sang forcefully reclaimed control of the sword formation, imprisoning the water giant, and then focused on dealing with the white shadow. A black lotus bloomed between his brows, unleashing the demonic fire dragon once more. It surged straight toward the void to Qin Sang's left.

There was a loud 'boom'.

The void rippled with tiny waves, revealing glimpses of a white silhouette. Striking the figure with demonic flames, it shattered like a mirror before being engulfed and utterly consumed by the inferno.

Bai Ying used her old trick again, but was ultimately used by Qin Sang.

However, Qin Sang's face held no joy. The white shadow's divine power was enigmatic and impossible to kill so easily.

He looked around with caution, his face full of alertness.

The next moment, the small hill below shook violently. A huge footprint appeared out of thin air. A white figure emerged above the footprint, its form flickering slightly before drifting backward ten or so meters, coming to a halt with flowing robes.

He somehow used a divine ability to dispel the force of the demonic fire assault.

The small hill suffered calamity, its peak was crushed by footprints, the entire hilltop cracked open with the footprint as its center, a chasm extending straight to the mountain bottom, spring water gushing forth.

They fought twice, their battles lasting only a fleeting instant.

It seemed that neither side could overpower the other. Qin Sang knew his opponent's power intimately, and he was forced to use his demonic fire but could only adopt a defensive stance, finding himself wanting to retreat.

The white shadow stood still and glanced back.

The pursuers are coming.

He seemed unwilling to continue entangled with Qin Sang, no longer attacking. Raising his hand, he formed a seal. The water giant, which had been resisting the sword formation, stiffened and melted into a pool of water.

Then, the white shadow's facial features flickered with light and shadow, gradually becoming clear. It turned out to be a beautiful woman in palace attire.

The beautiful woman looked up and down at Qin Sang, her eyes fixed on the jade pendant at his waist.

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