e. "There is a piece of green copper hidden inside, suspected to be a fragment of an ancient alchemist's cauldron. Back then, the ancient cultivator set up the cauldron on the Southern Ming Flame Fire...As Qin Sang's heart moved, Yama, who was hiding outside, flew in. He looked at Qin Sang with fear, then disappeared into the Hell Banner.

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The surface of the Yama King's banner shifted with a sudden change, and the image of the Yama King reappeared.

Qin Sang commanded it to come out. The flag twisted, and Yama King emerged again from the Underworld Banner, standing respectfully before Qin Sang, appearing very obedient.

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Qin Sang knew that the King of Hell feared the Jade Buddha, not himself. However, he didn't care. Recalling the words he had just seen, he ordered: "Bring me a Soul Pill."

The King of Hell's eyes suddenly turned crimson, a ferocious expression flashing across his face. He reluctantly opened his mouth and spat out a ball of black qi, which quickly solidified into a soul pill the size of a dragon's eye. Qin Sang caught it with his hand, his palm growing icy cold.

Looking back at the King of Hell, after spitting out the soul pill, his figure flickered, seeming to become weak.

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He suppressed the eagerness in his heart, ordered Yama back, tidied up the messy bed, sat cross-legged, holding the Yama banner and Soul Pill to activate his cultivation technique.

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As the text says, as soon as Qin Sang began practicing the technique, he immediately felt a difference. Over a week, the improvement was far greater than before, even stronger than the medicinal baths.

After the joy subsided, Qin Sang felt a twinge of worry again. The text made it clear: to obtain more Soul Pills in the future, he would have to let the King of Hell devour human souls or Yin Qi.

Qin Sang had no idea what Yin Sha Qi was. Could it be that he was truly going to become a murderous demon

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A faint light streamed in through the window. Qin Sang sighed softly, got under the covers, and lay down. He decided to put those worries aside for now and focused inward. It felt like having a new toy, something strange and fascinating that he could move around his entire body.

Finally, back at the place where the soul resides, the yellow light outside the soul remains, but the Buddha's shadow is gone.

This night was full of events, his mood fluctuating greatly, feeling longer than a year.

Soon it was daybreak. Qin Sang feigned ignorance, getting up as usual to start a fire, practice martial arts, and do his morning prayers. He didn't act until midday, pretending only then to discover Lao Wu's death. He looked panicked and called for the old Taoist priest.

Grand Master Ji Xin indeed failed to detect any suspicious points and could only determine that Lao Wu had been pulling all-nighters, exhausted himself greatly, and depleted his vital energy. He died in a dream convulsion.

In Old Wu's belongings, there was a dagger for self-defense and a few ounces of silver. When Lao Daoist asked Qin Sang to report to the government office, Qin Sang added money to buy a thicker coffin. He asked the residents of the Taoist temple to help embalm Old Wu's body and belongings, and they found a burial ground in the back mountain and buried him that day.

Lao Wu had no living relatives, so his funeral was simple. Only the old Daoist priest recited a few scrolls of scriptures for him. Qin Sang squatted before the grave and burned a full basin of paper money, softly saying, "Lao Wu, have a good afterlife. I'll find a boy later and adopt him under your name, carrying on the incense of the Wu family for you. Then you can rest in peace."

Relatives or others grieve, and all else have sung.

In this world, death is commonplace. The atmosphere at the Taoist temple that night was just as usual.

But for Qin Sang, another trouble arose in the evening. He found that after raising the Yin-Yang Classic to the second layer, the improvement of alchemy baths on his cultivation became insignificant, making him abandon the idea of combining soul pills and alchemy baths for cultivation.

Unfortunately, even Master Jixin didn't have any similar recipes.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. After these days of consumption, half of the Soul Pill had been used up. It turned out that a single Soul Pill could only last for about twenty days.

This afternoon, the Taoist temple was quiet, so Qin Sang and Ming Yue went out to have a snack.

In the tranquil bamboo grove, two people squatted by a hearth fire, with four cleaned rabbits and several plump birds beside them.

Now Qin Sang doesn't need traps to find food. He can catch anything that moves with just a stick and some stones, never missing a single one. This makes Ming Yue very envious.

With wine and meat, the two of them leaned against a stone, listening to the rustling wind, feeling quite contented. Qin Sang suddenly felt that if he had never met immortals, living here for a lifetime wouldn't be bad either.

Under the moonlight, Mingyue tore off a rabbit leg with her teeth, gulped down some wine, and then ate a mouthful of meat. She trained martial arts with Qin Sang, not only growing taller but also increasing her appetite and alcohol tolerance.

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Suddenly, Mingyue stood up, her ears twitching. She asked in confusion, "Senior Brother, why is there a pigeon cooing"

“I’ve heard this a few times,” Qin Sang said nonchalantly, “Maybe it’s from a temple on the front mountain. Pigeon is a good tonic. When I have the time, my senior brother will catch a few for you to try pigeon soup.”

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"Little Moon retracted her neck and giggled, "Don't let the master find out, or Master will scold us."

Qin Sang scoffed, "Don't you believe in my skills"

After a hearty meal and drink, as night approached, the brothers returned to the Daoist temple together. After finishing their evening prayers, they each went back to their rooms.

As usual, Qin Sang tidied up his bed and then held the Soul Pill and Yan Luo Banner in his hand. Before practicing, he touched the ebony sword on his chest. Compared to the Yan Luo Banner, what interested him most was still the ebony sword. But when the Qi in his body entered the ebony sword, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no reaction at all. The spells of the Yan Luo Banner were useless against it, leaving him helpless.

Under the quiet moonlit night, only the chirping of insects, long and short, could be heard under the window.

Qin Sang was concentrating on his cultivation when his expression suddenly changed. He opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Who!"

His eyes darted, fixing on the corner of the wall.

Instantly, a movement was seen in the darkness of the corner, followed by a shadow emerging from there. It was a person wearing night clothes!

"Who are you!"

Qin Sang shuddered, inexplicably someone had silently infiltrated the room.

His hearing was very acute, so he heard a slight unusual sound when the man snuck in. He was awakened by it, otherwise he might have been approached without realizing it.

Who is this person, breaking into my own room What do they want Could my secrets have been exposed

Qin Sang's thoughts raced, his palm subtly reaching for the Yan Luo Banner on the bed.

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The man in black stood calmly in the room, showing no sign of panic or alarm. His eyes, sharp even in the dim light, seemed to cut through Qin Sang, leaving him feeling a chill run down his spine.

The man in black looked at Qin Sang with some surprise, “Tsk tsk... I didn't expect a Taoist from a broken temple to have the eyesight to see through my moves. So, Old Wu died at your hands”

Lao Wu's death was Qin Sang's biggest knot. He thought his backhand move was perfect, but suddenly it was seen through by a stranger. Qin Sang was greatly shocked, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Is that really you"

The man in black narrowed his eyes, and a terrifying killing intent suddenly flashed in them. He said coldly, "Lao Wu's report said that there were only two martial arts practitioners in Guanli, nothing to worry about. I didn't expect him to have a day when he would capsize in the gutter! Kid, I'm very curious about who you are. Even the assassins of Jiangshan Lou could find your trail!"

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Qin Sang didn't expect the man in black to be so sharp. He only revealed a slight flaw, and the man in black was caught. At the same time, it was also strange. Listening to this person's words, Lao Wu wasn't an ordinary person either. Could it be that his identity as a womanizer was fake

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Qin Sang pressed against his throat, vehemently denying, "Lao Wu died from exhaustion due to working day and night at the ferry dock. I had nothing to do with it! He didn't have a single scratch on him, if you don't believe me, go open the coffin for an autopsy!"

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