er, brimming with spirit.Although he had seen it many times, after so many years of cultivation, this was the first time he owned a talisman. A thin piece of paper, containing one tenth of the power o...Mrs. Jing's choice of timing was very clever.

It went smoothly.

"Not bad!"

Grandma Jing praised him.

"I believe my seniors won't harm me," Qin Sang said.

This statement is not entirely flattery. In the Yuefang market, he knew Madam Jing's temperament best - she hated those who were ungrateful and killed their own kind.

Jingpo chuckled softly, not responding to Qin Sang's words, "Friend Qin, continue forward."

Under Old Lady Jing's guidance, Qin Sang ventured deeper into the forest.

Qin Sang couldn't figure out Grandmother Jing's purpose, nor their direction of travel. At first, they seemed to be heading right and down, but later they went straight right and then suddenly turned down, changing directions multiple times.

During their journey, Old Madam Jing kept her promise. Whenever they encountered a starstone that was easily picked, she would wait for Qin Sang to get it before continuing on their way. It didn't really delay them much anyway.

Elder Jing's mastery of restriction magic was unparalleled. Except for those obviously unstable or layered restrictions, any restriction, as long as it had a flaw, could not escape Elder Jing's perception.

Their footsteps met with almost no resistance.

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Qin Sang carefully experienced each choice Jing PoPo made, and unexpectedly gained a lot.

This forest is exceptionally vast.

After passing through countless dangerous barriers, they finally walked out of the forest. Looking at the chaotic thicket ahead, Qin Sang let out a long sigh of relief.

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There's nothing to it, although this thorny thicket is messy and unkempt, there are no restrictions here. My tightly strung nerves can finally relax for a moment.

Since entering Mount Zhentian, less than half an hour has passed, but Qin Sang already feels exhausted. Those ancient restrictions are truly too mysterious.

Then Jing Po allowed Qin Sang to pass through the thorny thicket. She sat cross-legged on Qin Sang's shoulder, as if sensing something, and finally flew high above, surveying the surroundings.

The thorny thicket was much smaller than the forest. Qin Sang quickly swept to the end of the thicket and entered a grove of trees.

This time, Granny Jing seemed to have a clear target in mind, ordering Qin Sang to head straight down and to the right.

Along the way, we encountered several places similar to forests, areas with intricate restrictions. There were also places with fewer restrictions but extremely well-hidden. However, Grandmother Jing easily identified them all.

The rocks were strangely shaped and pointed.

This is a stone forest, with no grass or trees around. There are bare stone pillars everywhere, not much shorter than the ancient trees in a forest. The stone pillars even have traces left by wind and sand.

It's hard to imagine how such a landscape was formed.

It was snowing heavily in the Stone Forest, but there wasn't a trace of chill.

The snowflakes are precisely the fragments of the ban manifested. They appear as goose feather-sized snow, with no place to land. In reality, among the endless number of snowflakes, there are always some that can never reach certain places, it's just difficult to discern.

The Star Spirit Network fell from the sky, bringing two Star Essence Stones into Qin Sang's palm. Then, Qin Sang's figure moved swiftly, weaving through the snowflakes. It looked dangerous, but not a single snowflake landed on him.

After several consecutive flashes, Qin Sang suddenly stopped, a look of surprise on his face. He glanced sideways at the old woman Jing, as a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly appeared in front of them.

The fluctuation was brief, but still very conspicuous within the confines. Qin Sang noticed it keenly.

Someone is ahead!

This is the first person they encountered after entering Zhǐtiānfēng.

"Continue!"

Jing Po said it calmly, with no intention of letting Qin Sang take a detour.

Qin Sang had no choice but to continue forward, only moving with more caution and slowing his pace.

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Soon, there was another fluctuation of spiritual energy. This time it lasted longer than before. Qin Sang guessed that the person might be collecting star stones. The spirit-locking bracelet was too inefficient, and the speed of collecting star stones was very slow.

As they drew closer, Qin Sang had already guessed the other party's identity.

Sensing Elder Jing's gaze, Qin Sang knew she wanted to ask something. After a moment of hesitation, he honestly replied: "It was Wei Daoist from the Gu Yi Men."

The Ancient Meaning Gate, one of the Great Demon Gates in the Xiaohan domain, is similar to the Qingyang Demon Sect. Its disciples are not all wicked and ruthless.

This person surnamed Wei, claiming to be at the Dan realm, is actually very strong.

Jing-po's grandmother 'hmm'ed and said, "Go around him."

Qin Sang let out a sigh, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. Fortunately, Grandma Jing remained unchanged.

It's a pity that it was only someone from the Xiaohan domain who blocked their path. If it were an opponent from the Tianxing Alliance, Madam Jing would surely have taken action without hesitation. Even if all the spoils of war went to Madam Jing, getting the body of a false Dan realm cultivator would be a great gain.

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Qin Sang no longer concealed himself, releasing his movements, flying across the snow.

The Wei surname cultivator soon discovered Qin Sang's whereabouts. Apparently, he didn't expect to meet anyone here, was taken aback, and immediately gave up collecting the star essence stones.

Then, Qin Sang felt a sharp intent aimed at him. The other party was warning him.

Qin Sang remained silent, bypassing the cultivator surnamed Wei.

When the two people were closest, they were separated by only a few stone pillars. Snowflakes obscured their vision, but they couldn't hide the fluctuation of Qin Sang's spiritual energy.

“Qin Daoist, is it you”

The Wei surname cultivator couldn't help but ask in a hushed voice, but received no response.

He stood still, vigilant, and did not make a move first, extinguishing Qin Sang's last hope.

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>Two people brushed past each other, it was just a small incident.

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Unconsciously, half an hour had passed.

Qin Sang kept silently counting the time, constantly collecting star stones along the way. His pockets were almost full of star stones.

After sending Madam Jing to her destination, he could still look for more. If nothing unexpected happens, winning first place should be a sure thing.

You have to know, he spent most of his time on the road. The speed at which the Starnet collects star stones is unimaginable for others.

For some reason, Old Lady Jing seemed to have become rather eager.

Having climbed over a rock, an enormous canyon stretching as far as the eye could see lay before them.

This canyon, like the Flying Peak, was a distinct landmark. Now they were halfway down the mountainside, yet already on the other side of Zither Peak.

Half an hour had passed, and they had traveled a considerable distance. The canyon was shrouded in a thick black mist that seemed to never dissipate, completely obscuring the entire area. Within the swirling blackness, there were occasional flashes of tiny sparks of light.

Qin Sang just stood at the edge of the canyon, before he could even observe it, he heard Jing Po's command: "Jump down!"

Grandma Jing's tone left no room for argument. Qin Sang didn't know why she was so eager, nor would she ask.

He hasn't lived long enough, the fewer secrets he knows the better.

The chasm wasn't very deep. Qin Sang landed after a short fall, but it was incredibly cold.

Upon entering the canyon, Qin Sang discovered countless restrictions hidden within the black mist. They were incredibly well concealed; without Old Lady Jing's guidance, Qin Sang would not dare to move freely here.

Moving forward along the canyon, the terrain noticeably sloped downwards, and the canyon seemed to deepen.

Walking for a long stretch, Qin Sang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately restrained his aura. His eyes were fixed on the turbulent black mist ahead, quickly confirming that it was not an illusion.

"Senior, it seems like there's someone ahead"

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