cultivators in the Qi Refining stage, among whom were disciples of the Qingyang Demon Sect.Besides, some cultivators at the Qi-building stage also began to pay attention.There are cultivators who are...The large stone smashed into the ground and bounced back up, then rolled down the hillside, crossing the mountain path, and finally landing in the ravine.

Leaves swirled and the booming sound echoed through the mountains.

The youth, with all his might, used both his hands and feet to climb outward. He narrowly avoided being crushed by the boulder, escaping death from his own carefully set trap.

"Whew!"

The boy panted heavily, turning his head upward.

The poisoned spear pierced the tree trunk, and the weasel's body hung on the spear. Its head, tail, and limbs dangled lifelessly. Demon blood flowed along the spear, a mixture of crimson blood and greenish-black poison.

The weasel lay still, as if dead.

Though young, he dared not be careless. Bearing the agonizing pain, he pushed himself up and replaced the crossbow bolt with a fresh one.

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“Whoosh!”

The crossbow bolt struck the white weasel.

The white weasel had no movement to counter, hit by the crossbow bolt, its body shook violently, still hanging on the poisoned spear, blood spurting.

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Upon confirming the ferret's death, the young boy seemed to deflate completely, collapsing onto the ground suddenly.

Without the pride of slaying demons in human form, he simply lay beside the grass, staring blankly at the blue sky and mumbling, "Master, I've finally avenged you!"

Tears streamed down from the corner of her eyes.

Moments from the past come to mind, how warm they were then, now how sad.

When he was young, his mother was frail and sickly, and died soon after. His father, a hunter, also died tragically in the mountains when he was eight years old.

At the age of eight, he had to start supporting himself. Relatives and friends were kind-hearted, but they were all poor families, helpless and unable to take him home. They could only do their best to help.

He also knew he was a burden, and tried his best not to trouble others; he supported himself.

Not until the master appeared, teaching them to read and write, and impart wisdom.

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The teacher encouraged him to study, but refused his tuition. The teacher's wife, taking special care of the orphaned boy, let him experience the long-lost warmth of family affection.

But good times don't last forever.

That day, the master went to town to buy paper and ink for his students. It got dark, but he didn't come back. The whole village went out to look for him, but they only found a corpse.

The master's death was gruesome beyond description. His chest was ripped open, his entrails vanished, and all the blood drained from his body, leaving him a desiccated corpse.

The boy clearly remembered the moment he confirmed the body was his master's, a feeling as if five bolts of lightning struck him from above.

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The Master was the first soul to be killed by the demon weasel. After that, one after another, people were brutally murdered. The village organized several hunts to eradicate the demon, but they were all in vain. Instead, the demon weasel took advantage of the chaos and killed several more lives.

No one dared to mention slaying demons anymore. The young man couldn't find any help, but the flame of revenge in his heart never went out.

He knew very well that the monster possessed great supernatural powers, and even a slight mistake could lead to his plan falling apart, resulting in his death. But he had to do it, for his master's revenge, otherwise, he would be unworthy of being called a son!

"Hiss!"

Pain cut short the boy's thoughts.

He lifted his left arm, and the pain intensified. He could only raise it halfway. He took off the metal plate from his body, and the wound was shocking to see.

Their internal organs must have been injured too, as if a giant hand had squeezed their five viscera with all its might.

The boy stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth, biting down hard. He tended to his wounds, taking deep breaths of fresh air, and struggled to his feet, moving under the tree. He tugged at the poisoned spear.

The poison spear was embedded deep in the tree trunk, and he now had little strength left to pull it out.

The boy took the white weasel off the poisoned spear and picked up a poisoned spear as a walking stick, staggering back.

The village was surrounded by earthen ramparts. After the appearance of the demon weasel, watchtowers and patrols were also set up.

By the time he reached the village, the boy was nearly exhausted. He raised the white weasel in his hand and shouted, “I killed the monster!”

He fell head over heels to the ground.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Que watched a play for a month, finally it came to an end, but they still felt unsatisfied.

Qin Sang remained oblivious to the world outside, focusing solely on repairing the Thunder Altar. With each passing day, his skills grew more refined, and he had already restored it to ninety percent of its former glory.

This is a test.

Next, it took less than a month to successfully restore the thunder altar.

Qin Sang took a moment to catch his breath and activated the Thunder Altar. As expected, it generated a vague sense of connection with the other two Thunder Altars.

He plunged his whole being into it, grasping tightly onto that sensation, prompting another change in the thunder platform.

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At the same time, the locations and relationships of the three thunder altars were all outlined in his mind.

'Yikes!'

Above the altar of thunder, there were flashes of lightning and roars of thunder.

Qin Sang bathed in the thunder, but it didn't harm him at all. Every fluctuation of lightning was different, representing a new change.

After going through many changes and with the comparison of two other lightning altars, Qin Sang's deduction became clearer and clearer, finally pointing to a specific direction.

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Qin Sang was overjoyed. Although she still couldn't sense the main altar, knowing its location made her search much easier. Unless the main altar had been completely destroyed.

"Whoosh!"

Lightning gathered within the altar, and the lightning altar fell silent.

Qin Sang set up his formation to cover the Lei Tan and was about to immediately go find the main altar.

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When Qin Sang came out from the crack in the stone, both Xiao Wu and Zhu Que turned to look at her.

"Is it fixed" Zhuque asked.

Qin Sang nodded, "The location of the main altar has been confirmed... Oh Tai'e brought someone over and is waiting in the distance. They probably have a discovery."

He sent a signal to summon Taiyi over.

Not long after, a white cloud drifted over from afar, with Taíyǐ and an old Taoist standing upon it.

"Master, this is Master Jingchun from the Xinhuo Temple."

Taiyi studied under Luohu and, in public, called Qin Sang "Master." He also introduced his fellow Daoists, saying, "This is my master, whose Dharma name is Qingfeng."

"Greetings, senior Qingfeng."

For days on end, Jingchun Daoist and Ta'iyuan discussed Taoism. Qin Sang, who held them both in high regard and addressed even Ta'iyuan as "Master," treated them with utmost respect.

According to what Tai'e said, Qin Sang learned that the Xin Huo Guan was the first-rate sect in the nearby area, and it had a lineage of Lei Dao transmission.

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Taiyi had thoroughly investigated the origins of this lineage. Although its transmission was related to the Lei department of Dao Ting, it lacked substance. Worried that he might have been mistaken, he called upon Qin Sang to take a look.

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Jing Chun Dao Ren did not know what benefits he received from the Tai Yi, and he answered Qin Sang's questions truthfully. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to commend about the Xin Huo Guan lineage transmission.

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Qin Sang was just about to say goodbye when Zhuque stopped her, putting on a cute and charming act.

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There's a good show, haven't finished watching it yet! It's not a big deal to wait a few more days.

Upon learning the ins and outs of the matter, before Qin Sang could say anything, Jingchun Daoist roared in anger.

"Demons are wreaking havoc, this is truly unheard of! Our sect and the Shinto priests have an agreement that no land gods would be established nearby, and we would take care of it. For such a thing to happen is our negligence, causing you all amusement."

Jing Chun Dao Ren was filled with righteous anger, but as the master of Guan, if he acted rashly, he wouldn't even get to see the young man make a desperate effort. The monster had just harmed someone and was immediately killed.

Qin Sang neither confirmed nor denied, glanced at Xiaowu, and said, "Since you have the interest, waiting a few more days is no harm."

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A few people sat on the ground.

Jing Chun Dao Ren was apprehensive. Seeing that Qin Sang did not harbor resentment towards Xin Huo Guan, he finally relaxed.

When he had nothing to do, Qin Sang asked Jingchun Daoist if there were any ancient legends in this place.

Jing Chun Dao Ren used his wit to tell various legends, most of them absurd, some quite interesting. Unfortunately, there is no way to verify their authenticity.

Sixth day.

A rainbow appeared in the distance, heading straight towards us.

"The real deal is here."

Zhuge giggled evilly, glanced at the pure-hearted Daoist beside him, and wore an expression as if there was a good show to watch.

Everyone stood up, hid their figures, and disappeared from the mountaintop.

That ray of rainbow light was a teleportation beam, and within the beam was a flying shuttle. Inside the shuttle sat a man and a woman.

Both of them looked very young, with refined air and elegant attire like that of a prince's younger brother.

The man was comforting the woman: "Don't worry, junior sister. Your breath is getting clearer and clearer. The Jade Dragon Weasel must be nearby. This little guy managed to escape from my brother's house. He's very clever and wouldn't dare provoke a strong enemy. At most, he would eat a few ordinary people, nothing serious will happen."

"You still say so!"

The woman's face was full of resentment. "It's all your fault! You kept saying that you would take good care of it, so I entrusted it to you. Now it's gone! If anything happens to my jade dragon sable, I'll go to my master and ask him to question you!"

“Alright, alright, ask me. If the Jade Dragon Mink dies, I'll pay you for a new one, and kill those maids to avenge you. How about that”

The man carefully paid with a smile.

"I don't want a new one, I want my jade dragon mink!"

The woman's mouth pouted high, then suddenly her face lit up with surprise as she exclaimed, "Found it!"

Swoosh!

A rainbow descended from the sky, illuminating a village below.

The two appeared above the village, their gazes fixed on the north side where there stood a small shrine to the land.

Seeing the scene at the land temple, the woman's face suddenly turned pale, and the man's face turned ashen.

Since the young man brought back the carcass of the white fox, he became a hero in the village. No one dared to eat the demon corpse and it was offered to the Earth God.

"Who! Who dares to kill my junior sister's jade dragon weasel!"

The man was furious.

When she saw the wounds on Yulong's fur, the woman couldn't help but shed tears. The man was stunned.

“These wounds...”

The man didn't feel any traces of magic or weaponry, and there was no land god in the temple. He said incredulously, "Could it be that Yulong Weasel was killed by an ordinary person"

Even a weak Yulong weasel is a cunning monster who has become refined. How can ordinary people resist its demonic arts

The man's roar startled the whole village. Villagers, confused, came out of their homes, men and women, old and young, following the angry shouts to the land. There they saw this young couple.

"He's a god!"

Someone noticed that the feet of the man and woman were not touching the ground, hovering in mid-air. They couldn't help but gasp, causing a stir among the crowd.

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"What a god!"

"A god has appeared! They've come to collect the monsters!"

The villagers chattered excitedly, never expecting the monster to be raised by a fairy. They thought a fairy had come to slay demons, their eyes gleaming with fervor.

"Who killed Shimei's Jade Dragon Fox Step forward!"

The man's eyes were like daggers, radiating killing intent.

The woman didn't look back, picked up the dead mink and sobbed.

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The villagers finally realized something was wrong, they looked at each other in bewilderment, utterly silent, dodging and weaving under the man's intense gaze.

"I killed him!"

From the crowd, a deep and powerful voice arose. An elderly man stepped forward, the village head of this village.

“The village head…”

Someone tried to say something quietly, but the village elder waved them off.

The elder stepped forward, facing the immortals. His spine was straight as an arrow, "Just in our village, this demon has killed over ten people, draining them of their blood and leaving nothing but corpses. It's a horrific sight. I kill it to avenge my villagers! If the two Immortals wish to avenge this beast, then kill me! Do not take your anger out on others. This old bones is tired of living anyway.”

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These words were not only directed at the two immortals, but also to the fellow villagers behind them.

The villagers understood the old village head's meaning. The old village head was already old, and the young man was still very young.

He slays demons for the people, he is a hero, and the old village head is willing to die for him.

The village head's family could only sob quietly.

Several burly men surrounded the young man in the middle, pinning down the impulsive youth.

“Hehehe...”

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The man sneered, "You mortals dare to deceive this immortal in person, your crimes are aggravated! Get out here!"

A roar, almost scattering the souls of the villagers.

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The boy only felt his whole body stiffen, he was grabbed by a huge force and lifted up involuntarily. He flew out and crashed heavily to the ground.

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Those few men tried to stop him, but were instantly blown back, blood spraying from their mouths as they struggled to rise.

The old village head wanted to take the blame, but his eyes could see through it. The young man had a faint resentment clinging to him, he must be the real culprit without a doubt.

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But the man didn't believe that a single boy could have killed the jade dragon weasel, and sneered: "Who else is there Come out! Or are all of you villagers involved"

"You!"

The village elder's face darkened, the man actually wanted to slaughter the entire village!

"Isn't it only right that monsters eat people, but we can't fight back What kind of logic is this!" the young man cried out in anguish.

"Hmph! What are you, a bunch of uncultured fools You dare speak to me like this!"

The man had been keeping an eye on his junior sister this whole time. This was also a way to appease her, "No one stepped forward, did they Well then!"

Seeing that his junior sister was unresponsive, the man raised his hand, palm facing forward, five fingers like swords, shooting out five sword qi, directly slashing towards the villagers.

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"Stop!"

A roar of anger echoed through the air.

Seeing that he was truly going to slaughter the villagers, Jing Chun Daoist couldn't bear it and appeared. Five sword qi were scattered by a shout.

Qin Sang and the others also fell to the ground.

"Greetings, Senior Jingchun!"

The man saw Jingchun Daoist and was immediately shocked.

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The woman's body trembled, and the mink fur in her hand fell to the ground. Her face paled.

Their sect had some skill, but even the master had to bow respectfully to the headmaster of Xinhuo Temple.

"Damn it! The raised spirit beasts went down the mountain and harmed people, indiscriminately killing the entire village. You two good disciples of Yin Xiaocheng!"

Master Jingchun spoke sharply and angrily, his words striking the two like a bolt from the blue. They trembled on the ground in fear.

“Master, what should we do with these two villains” Jingchun Daochang’s actions terrified the two even further.

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"Since the honorable magistrate has issued decrees, we must follow them and be impartial," Qin Sang turned to Xiao Wu and Zhu Que, "Have you had enough"

"Boring! Too weak, I want to see a powerful cultivator instead," Zhuque shook her head and tail, her arrogant tone even startling Qingchun Daochang.

"You're really ambitious."

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Qin Sang shook his head. He had truly attracted the attention of the Refining Void Demon, and this incarnation of his would not fare well.

“The matter is settled, we shall take our leave.”

All the people washed and cleansed themselves, then respectfully bowed to Master Chun Dao as he bid farewell.

The villagers had experienced a roller coaster of emotions in a short period, from fear to relief. They were just waking up from the dream and realizing that these immortals were good and had come to save them. They all knelt down and expressed their gratitude.

“Bright Moon, Immortal Elder saved us! Quickly kneel and express your gratitude to the Immortal Elder for his life-saving grace!”

The village elder saw that the young man was still lost in thought, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him, kneeling together on the ground.

Qin Sang, who had already turned around, suddenly stopped and looked back at the young man. "Your name is Mingyue"

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