"Alright, let's go in and take a look together when the time comes!" Chu Danqing's face was bright red. The Dark Chaos' voice gradually faded away, falling asleep on the stone table.
"Danqing, Danqing." Li Qingshan called out a few times, but he received no response. He shook his head with a smile and left behind another bottle of pills and a communication jade before flying off into the horizon.
Standing in the sky, his clothes ruffled in the fierce wind. The moonlight illuminated the Cloud Mountains nearby and far away.
He gazed in the direction of the Clear River prefecture and thought to himself, From the letters from a few months ago, Qiongzhi should be in secluded cultivation right now. She'll only emerge after another half a year. Even if I go, I won't be able to see her. Just visiting father-in-law Han is pointless.
Although he wanted to visit Begonia, she had never contacted him. Either she was still in secluded cultivation and had not undergone the tribulation yet. Or she had successfully undergone the tribulation but had no intention of seeing him. Regardless of which it was, there was no need for him to specially pay a visit. As for the Golden Cicada Spirit King, he probably needed no one to disturb him right now. After much thought, Li Qingshan still decided to return to the Mist province first.
A member of the Myriad Poison cult.
The door to the hall swung open loudly, and chilly winds surged out, sweeping up the dark-green poisonous flames. An old man emerged from the hall. His expression was cold, and his aura surged.
"Master, you've emerged. Congratulations on reaching a new level of cultivation, master!"
Qian Liangmu rushed over in a hurry and bowed like he was overjoyed. He could vaguely sense that the Myriad Poison Ancestor had become slightly different. His bearing seemed even more sunken and wispy. If the King of Southern Yue were present, he would definitely be able to tell that the Myriad Poison Ancestor had become a ghost cultivator with a single glance, but Qian Liangmu was still lacking in insight.
"You've contributed greatly during this period of time. I'm going on a long journey, so you'll be in charge of the Myriad Poison cult from today onwards. I hope there'll be a day when you undergo the third heavenly tribulation and inherit the position of cult leader, bringing glory to our Myriad Poison cult," the Myriad Poison Ancestor ordered.
Qian Liangmu was overjoyed. This was exactly what he had been dreaming of. Now that he no longer had any competitors among his peers, there was no need for him to waste his efforts on fighting openly and covertly anymore. He could focus on cultivation. Although the cult had lost many disciples, they could slowly recover as long as he spent some time. The Myriad Poison cult's disaster was not necessarily a bad thing for him personally.
"Liangmu will never forget Master's kindness. I am willing to go through fire and water for Myriad Poison Cult!"
Qian Liangmu expressed his loyalty, but he was also secretly worried. If the Myriad Poison Ancestor told him to go to the King of Southern Yue's estate and ask for reinforcements to deal with Savage mountain, then it would be troublesome. He did not want to clash with Li Qingshan right now.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor glanced at Qian Liangmu deeply, and the green flames in his eyes surged. "Very good. That's enough for me. You better tidy up the affairs of the teaching first. I'll get my revenge sooner or later!"
"Qian"
Qian Liangmu exhaled in relief. When he raised his head again, the Myriad Poison Ancestor had already turned into a streak of green light and vanished into the horizon. Although he was very curious about where the Myriad Poison Ancestor was going, since the Myriad Poison Ancestor refused to tell him, he was afraid to ask around carelessly. He guessed that the Myriad Poison Ancestor wanted to find a way to exact revenge on Savage mountain.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor flew five hundred kilometers to the west and erased his aura, silently arriving on Savage mountain. Before he could even report his arrival, the Banyan Tree King had opened the formation and let him in.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor stepped into Savage mountain and bowed towards the towering Banyan Tree King first before sighing inside, He's actually gotten the Banyan Tree King to control the formations and watch over the entrance. It's no wonder I couldn't breach it back then. The king already possesses such cultivation in his thirties, so he possesses great fortune. I've really been asking for trouble by opposing him. However, being able to follow him now can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and I've even obtained a secret technique for ghost cultivators like the Scripture of the Ghost King.
Yu Wufeng was cultivating in his residence when he suddenly felt uneasy. It was like a ferocious beast had entered his courtyard while he was sleeping. He stood up and arrived outside the dwelling. He saw the old man in green robes in the valley and could not help but widen his eyes. He cried out, "The Myriad Poison Ancestor!"
There was a flash of green light, and the Myriad Poison Ancestor arrived before him. His eyes flickered with a poisonous light. "So it's little dog Yu of the sword pavilion. You've seen the ancestor, so why don't you drop to your knees and kowtow? Do you want to die?"
Yu Wufeng said nothing more. He merged with his sword, turning into a streak of fogbow light and retreating rapidly.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor followed him like a shadow, tailing him relentlessly. After becoming a ghost cultivator, he was even faster than before. He snickered viciously and prepared various killing moves, which made Yu Wufeng feel an unprecedented sense of danger.
Yu Wufeng originally believed that with the arcane treasure, the Fogbow sword, and his cultivation at the peak of the second heavenly tribulation, he could easily stay alive even if he was not the Myriad Poison Ancestor's opponent. Only now did he discover just how great the difference between them was.
By staying alive, he had immediately mounted his sword and fled when he saw the Myriad Poison Ancestor from afar. Now that the Myriad Poison Ancestor had closed in on him, he was on the verge of death at any moment.
"Alright, Myriad Poison, stop messing around with him." A voice suddenly rang out, plain and dignified.
"Yes, my king!" The Myriad Poison Ancestor's expression immediately became respectful, stopping his pursuit of Yu Wufeng.
Only after flying a certain distance away did Yu Wufeng stop. He was filled with disbelief. Just who could order a great cultivator around like a servant? The person who spoke happened to be Li Qingshan, while the Myriad Poison Ancestor had already arrived before Li Qingshan.
"Be careful, my king!" Yu Wufeng called out. The Myriad Poison Ancestor was definitely not someone who would listen to orders obediently. As a matter of fact, he would kill whoever was ordering him around.
"Shut up, puppy!" The Myriad Poison Ancestor's lips moved, and Yu Wufeng felt like he had just heard a clap of thunder. He was shaken up, but an even more shocking sight unfolded before him. The Myriad Poison Ancestor bowed towards Li Qingshan before standing with his arms by his sides, like an old caretaker facing his only master in this life. He was gentle, polite, and respectful, without the slightest hint of viciousness.
At this moment, the other cave masters heard the disturbance too, emerging from their respective dwellings. When they saw this, they were all dumbfounded.
Li Qingshan had only said the Myriad Poison Ancestor had joined their side. In the best-case scenario, he had just made some sort of deal, allowing the Myriad Poison Ancestor to let go of his hatred of destroying his sect. Never did they think the Myriad Poison Ancestor would actually submit to Li Qingshan. They basically doubted their eyes or something.
"It's fine. You can go back and cultivate!" Li Qingshan said before turning to the Myriad Poison Ancestor. "Let's go in and talk in detail."
"How much of your cultivation have you recovered?"
Li Qingshan asked after arriving in the Eight Point hall.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor said, "It's all thanks to sir Little Ann's Scripture of the Ghost King that I've recovered around eighty percent. I've already completely become a ghost cultivator. I can now be known as the Poison Assimilating Ghost King. If I continue to comprehend and cultivate, it's not impossible for me to recover a hundred percent."
The Scripture of the Ghost King could be regarded as a peak cultivation method for ghost cultivators in this world. It was a secret technique of the Umbral Yin sect. After becoming a ghost cultivator, before recovering all of his strength, there was even an opportunity for him to pursue a higher realm of cultivation.
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