rney to the Hall of Seven Kills.However, before leaving, the Corpse Coffin needs to be reforged.Qin Sang entered the market, coming to the place where rental alchemy rooms were located, and rented one..."Mute woman, after enduring so much hardship, you finally reap the rewards of your suffering. The gods have favored you, leading you to their messenger. This is what you deserve. Follow him, and never return."

The old man looked at the empty window sill, his eyes vacant. He stared at the fading sunset and murmured to himself.

Yǐhuīzhài.

It is the largest and most powerful village in this area, and the only one with cultivators. It is undoubtedly the overlord, having the power of life and death.

Even, in the Yuyi tribe there is a foundation-building elder priest, whose status throughout the Xiongshan region is not to be underestimated.

Yìhuī Zhai is located at the foot of a majestic mountain peak. The mountaintop is covered in lush forest, while at its base lies a large lake connected to the largest tributary of Qingyi River.

The lake surface was like a mirror, unusually clear, like the eyes of the earth.

The Winged Insect Village was built around the south shore of Lake Da, with various types of wooden and bamboo houses connected together. It was much more luxurious than Qianhu Village's stilt houses. The people living there were well-off, protected by cultivators, and could be considered the best among mortals.

As night falls.

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The village was brightly lit, with many people playing by the lake and swimming in it. Both adults and children were enjoying themselves.

No one noticed that, right in the center of the lake, a figure appeared silently and without a sound.

The strongest expert in Yihui Village was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Qin Sang swaggered in without any worry, and could easily kill all the cultivators of Yihui Village with a flick of his wrist.

But he didn't do that.

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It is said that it is better to teach a person how to fish than to give them a fish. When saving someone, you should first help them regain their confidence.

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Hovering over the lake, Qin Sang cast his divine sense recklessly.

The next moment, Qin Sang's eyes lit up, finally finding the mute.

She and the other "Saint Women" were confined in a wooden house on the south bank of Lake Xiao, and they didn't seem to be suffering. The wooden house was divided into many rooms, each "Saint Woman" having her own room.

Two healthy women were also in the room, actually as guards.

At the entrance of the wooden building, there was a group of highly skilled guards standing watch. They had no chance of escaping.

These nuns' rooms were extraordinarily luxurious, and incense was burning in them, emitting a peculiar fragrance.

At this moment, the mute girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the copper coins in her hand. The two strong women's eyes were like wolves', fixed on the mute girl as if afraid she would run away.

This surprised Qin Sang a little. He had thought the qin copper coins had been lost by the mute woman or taken by the shaman of Yixui Village, but they were still in her possession. Why didn't she use the broken coins to call for help

Seeing that the mute woman wasn't suffering, Qin Sang no longer felt anxious. He didn't find any cultivators in the village, and there was nothing unusual at the bottom of the deep lake.

Looking up at the mountain peak, Qin Sang's figure vanished into thin air.

After crossing several mountains, there was another world hidden deep within the mountains.

Lush green mountain peaks, a waterfall cascading down the cliffs, flowing into a small lake below. Around the lake are several elegant bamboo houses.

The spiritual energy here is quite thick, not inferior to the cave abode of the Wu Yi eagle. It is a blessed land that cultivators dream of.

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No wonder there were no priests down below, they were all here.

"What a life!"

Qin Sang gave the bamboo building a cold glance and easily figured out the details of the several wing viper cult priests inside, while they knew nothing about the outside world.

In a bamboo house, two young men sat listlessly drinking wine. Their faces were covered in strange, multicolored patterns, symbols of their esteemed status as priests.

One of them, with a slick appearance, gulped down his drink and sighed: "Alas, every time the Wushi Festival comes around, our ancestors forbid us from going out, fearing we might harm the Holy Maiden. These are the most spirited girls selected from each village, tender and delicious. They are pure after being scented with incense and nourished by spiritual creatures. We can't enjoy them, yet they end up feeding snakes. What a waste!"

Another, somewhat more composed, warned, "Be careful! If the ancestors hear you, they'll surely punish you severely. We are emissaries of the witch gods, what kind of girl couldn't we get Insect gu is our foundation for survival. By taking the purest yin energy from these girls, refining it into Hua Hong Dan, and feeding it to the Yixui, we can enhance our insect gu. Is your own pleasure more important, or is our patron insect gu more important"

"Alright, alright..."

The slick young man impatiently waved his hand, "Do you take me for an idiot, clueless about everything After toiling so hard in cultivation, the hope of establishing a foundation is slim, yet I'm forced to remain confined here, unable to enjoy myself. Just thinking about it makes my heart feel heavy. It would be better to be a carefree village lord!"

The slick young man took a sip of wine and sighed: "It's a pity that the main ingredient for the crimson flower elixir, maple grass, can only be harvested a few times a year. We can't refine many pills. If we could, we'd abduct all those girls from the villages and refine them into pills for our little treasures to take. Perhaps they could directly reach their second transformation then, and we wouldn't have to work so hard."

As he spoke, the slick youth opened his palm, and there, in it, was a strange serpent with wings.

The strange snake was entirely white, its body slender and about the same length as a smooth young boy's finger. Its tongue and eyes were a striking crimson red, quite eerie.

This is a spiritual insect called Yixuai, and it is also the natal worm of the Yixuai tribe's priest.

A young oil-slick boy dripped a drop of spirit wine onto his palm, the wing viper was very gentle, licking the spirit wine.

Another person shook his head and chuckled, "What use is it for a spirit insect to transform If your cultivation level doesn't improve, aren't you afraid of being backlashed by your spirit insect"

At the sight of the name "Winged Serpent Tribe," Qin Sang guessed that the chief priest's natal insect was most likely it.

The Winged Scorpion feeds on Yin energy and is skilled at hiding. It can produce a kind of Yin poison within its body, which is extremely toxic. Those poisoned by it will feel cold throughout their bodies and have their internal spiritual energy stagnate, causing a significant loss of power.

Raising these spirit insects can be used to sneak attacks and poison, it's quite effective.

The Winged Venom Insect couldn't get on the Chi Bug List because it only has the potential to molt three times. However, on the Wu Insect List, it ranks 473rd, higher than the Ghost Head Wasp.

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Like the similar insect breeding grounds like Yiwu, every generation of priests chooses the same kind of natal insect poison. There must be a unique cultivation method for them. The "Huahong Dan" mentioned by these two people is this kind of thing.

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The room was lit by red candles.

The mute woman stared intently at the copper coin, her eyes unblinking for a long time, lost in thought.

Suddenly, the two fit young women at the door fainted to the ground simultaneously.

The mute was startled and quickly stood up, only to find that someone had been standing by the bed at some point. She jumped in fright.

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