to his chest, truly giving him an air of otherworldly refinement. He wore a blue Daoist robe, washed so many times it was slightly faded, but very clean.To his right were a brush, ink, paper, and ink...Perhaps it was the urgent need to digest the colorful qi, for wherever the insect cloud passed, it no longer plundered vitality, but returned hastily to its nest.

The fat silkworm gritted its teeth and cursed.

Obtaining the amber insect crystal came at a cost, depleting its source. While this wouldn't cause irreversible damage, it would require a long period of rest to recover, thus delaying its advancement.

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In its simple understanding, not taking advantage is losing out. Last time it fell into Qin Sang's hands.

Qin Sang watched the gradually disappearing swarm of insects, still reminiscing about his experience just now, feeling quite strange.

The True Worm King is at least a four-transformation spirit worm!

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Wild four-winged beetles are quite rare.

First, the difficulty of raising spiritual insects is extremely high.

Secondly, some wild spirits are hidden in extremely deep places. Some spirits who are skilled at hiding techniques can deliberately conceal themselves and evade the perception of even higher-level enemies.

However, this true bug king's divine power is not merely concealment.

Otherwise, the Tianmu butterfly would definitely be able to find its trail.

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In the ancient scriptures of both clans regarding their mystical insects, there were only a few scattered mentions of the Corrupted Phosphorus Firefly. It was depicted as a swarm with merely basic instincts, seemingly nothing noteworthy.

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Unexpectedly, the glowworm king of Phosphorus is so peculiar.

“Well, perhaps there’s no Bug King, but rather a collective consciousness of the insect swarms has mutated.”

Qin Sang recalled the feeling of being watched by the swarm of insects. A thought flashed through his mind, and then he considered another possibility, "Perhaps the True Insect King is actually a special spiritual insect who has subjugated this group of Corrupted Phosphorescent Beetles..."

Thinking about these questions, Qin Sang originally wanted to come over and take a look at the amber insect crystal. Unexpectedly, the fat silkworm had already stuffed the insect crystal into its mouth and was swallowing it hard.

Small eyes rolled around restlessly, clearly wary of Qin Sang.

It knows Qin Sang still has two spirit insects, and the coquettish butterfly is the most favored.

In fact, the Sky-Eye Butterfly did not show any interest in the Amber Bug Crystal.

Qin Sang smiled helplessly. Could he possibly snatch this guy's treasured possession that was obtained by using his source energy

Having swallowed the amber worm crystal, the fat silkworm flew back, dragging its bulging body. Its eyelids began to twitch, hiding its fatigue, and it was almost about to fall asleep on the spot.

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Qin Sang roughly checked and confirmed that there was nothing unusual, so he put it back to sleep, expecting the fat silkworm to advance after refining the insect crystal.

That's all for now.

Qin Sang returned to the stone cave and saw Zhou Ruan and the other two were still honestly waiting in the spirit formation. So, he took the two of them along and walked away from the Tianlie Valley after some stops and starts.

Beyond the Tianleigu Valley.

Three figures flew slowly through the forest.

"Reporting to the elders, ahead is the Taoist temple where we practice, Loutai Guan."

Zhou Ruan led the way, and Zhou Jin occasionally turned his head to introduce the surrounding terrain to Qin Sang.

This place is thousands of miles away from the Heavenly Rift Valley and is even more desolate than other places, with few cultivators coming here.

The Loutai Guan is quite famous in the mortal realm, but who would have thought that there was a hidden path behind the Loutai Guan leading to a small Daoist temple where cultivators lived.

The temple is hidden in the mountains.

The environment is very quiet and peaceful.

Zhou Ruan is a genuine Taoist descendant. The founder of Loutai Temple, for some unknown reason, chose to establish his dojo in the Northern Wasteland. Although the lineage continued, it wasn't particularly prosperous. This generation only has these two people.

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There were still a few Daoist disciples left in the temple, they were Zhou Jin's disciples.

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He lived in the Taoist temple for a few days.

Ruan Yu thoroughly absorbed the power of the Snake Shadow Herb, her ailment improved, and her originally pale complexion regained a hint of rosiness.

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At this moment, there was no joy on her face, only worry.

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Qin Sang decided to take Zhou Jin with him, setting off together. He would lead him through the most chaotic part of Behuang and deliver him to the border of Yan Yu Nineteen States before parting ways.

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He turned and walked westward.

Zhou Jin entered the Smoke and Rain Nineteen States alone.

He made the decision, Zhou Ruan didn't have the courage to refuse, and could only silently endure the pain of separation.

“My junior sister is recuperating quietly in the Guan, I’ll be right back,” Zhou Jin pretended to be relaxed, squeezed Ruan Yu's thin shoulders, leaped into the air on his sword, and flew out of Guan without looking back, catching up with Qin Sang.

Everything went smoothly.

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The land of Smoke and Rain, Nineteen States, is also known as the Central Plains by cultivators from the Northern Wasteland. In reality, there is no clear boundary between the Central Plains and the Northern Wasteland.

The division of the Nineteen States is said to be related to legends and past conflicts between Buddhism and Taoism. Initially, there were only the six core Jiangzuo States; in the old days, "Central Plains" referred to these six states. Later, it gradually expanded, incorporating the Seven Western States, Four Northern States, and Two Southern Barbarian States, forming today's layout, and calling it the "Nineteen States of Smoke and Rain."

Smoke and rain obscure the heavens, a bustling scene of sacred splendor.

The four states of the North border on the Northern Wastes.

Qin Sang and Zhou Jin walked out of Beihuang, the first place they entered was Zezhou, one of the four states in Beidi.

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Mount Zezhou.

As its name suggests, the waters of the marsh are boundless.

In fact, the entire northern region of the four states is covered in mountains, rivers, lakes and wetlands. While the six states to the east of the river also have well-developed water systems, they are far less rugged than the northern four states, often featuring vast wetlands spanning tens of thousands of miles and towering peaks reaching a thousand meters high.

It is said that nine out of ten areas in Zezhou are covered by Ze Lake, with clouds and smoke swirling, a vast expanse sparsely populated.

The mountain city markets of Zezhou are like islands in a lake. If you didn't know better, you might think you'd entered the East China Sea.

A streak of light darted across the lake surface, rushing into a green peak. It was Zhou Jin.

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He walked to the precipice at the summit and bowed respectfully towards the stone wall.

“Elder Qin, I heard that if you go south for a thousand miles, you'll reach Mukuan. There's a Liuzhou Hall inside the city, said to be the northernmost branch.”

'Yuan' can be seen as a city in the cultivation world, a large market town. It is very common in the Nineteen States of Smoke and Rain, and there are other places called 'ruishi' or 'fu jun'.

The Liuzhou Hall was an organization similar to a guild, with deep roots and well-connected intelligence.

Established in the Six Prefectures of Jiangzuo, it was named Liu Zhou Tang. Later, as it grew stronger and defeated many rivals, its influence spread to nineteen prefectures, becoming one of the largest trading guilds with the widest reach in the Central Plains region.

The name Liuzhoutang has been used to this day.

Zhou Jin finished speaking, but there was no response from inside the precipice. He remained in his respectful posture and waited for a while. Suddenly, there was a flash of light on the cliff face, and Qin Sang walked out.

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Qin Sang raised his hand and threw something to Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin hurriedly took it with both hands. It felt as light as a feather, and upon closer inspection, it was a cloud-like gray veil, incredibly delicate and lightweight. It turned out to be a magical artifact.

"I see that your skills in escape techniques are lacking, and you would be unable to extricate yourself from a crisis. This treasure is called the Myriad Mile Smoke. After you refine it, use it to conceal your aura, and in times of need, you can also fly with it."

Qin Sang said lightly, the Myriad Miles Smoke was casually refined by him using materials from demonic beasts he hunted in the Tianleic Valley.

Compared to the desolate northern wilds, the Smoke and Rain Nineteen States was a prosperous and peaceful land. However, in the world of cultivators, there was never absolute peace. Zhou Jin needed to ensure his own safety first before he could investigate the news.

Zhou Jin was overjoyed, "Thank you, senior, for the gift!"

Though Qin Sang doesn't often smile or speak much, he isn't someone who pushes people away. He's not like a demon cultivator who takes a solitary path either.

When Zhou Jin encountered difficulties in her cultivation, she hesitated for a long time before tentatively asking Qin Sang for advice. To her surprise, the answer she received was concise and insightful, with each word carrying weight.

At this point, his fear of Qin Sang had been replaced by a mix of respect and determination. He resolved to give it his all in his work. Perhaps, not only could he cure his junior sister's stubborn illness, but this could also be an opportunity for them both.

“This time you entered the Central Plains alone, leaving a token every so often at Liuzhou Tang for me to handle things and return. Upon my return, we will contact each other through Liuzhou Tang...”

The two flew toward Mu Guan'yuan. Qin Sang was giving instructions, and Zhou Jin was diligently taking notes.

As Zhou Jin approached Mu Guan Yuan, he bowed to Qin Sang in farewell and disappeared into the vast marshlands.

Qin Sang stayed there for a moment before entering the city alone.

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The noise is deafening.

In Zezhou, because the land is vast and sparsely populated, not only are the city walls and market towns large, but even the scale of settlements for ordinary people is much greater than elsewhere.

It is said that Mukuan Yuan is controlled by three major forces, a complicated situation. Qin Sang had no interest in understanding these things because he wouldn't stay too long.

The purpose of this entry into the city is twofold: first, to establish contact with the Liuzhou Hall for future convenience, and second, to purchase maps of Ximo's geomancy and various news.

Liuzhou Hall.

Qin Sang deliberately released a trace of a nascent soul cultivator's aura. As soon as he entered Liuzhou Hall, he was invited to a quiet room and personally received by the manager.

The head administrator was actually a cultivator at the Jindan stage. His appearance, however, resembled that of a portly local official with two whiskers, always smiling and radiating warmth, completely lacking the ethereal elegance expected of a cultivator.

The official glanced at Qin Sang, bowed and said, "Excuse my ignorance, may I ask your esteemed name, and where is your fairyland located"

"The old man's surname is Qin, and he is a wandering cultivator from overseas."

Qin Sang's voice was calm.

"Greetings, Elder Qin."

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The official suddenly realized, “So Senior is from the East Sea Immortal Island. It’s my fault for being ignorant…Senior probably doesn’t have the Six Realms Order yet”

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"With that, the manager took out a token and presented it with both hands. 'The Hall Master has decreed that the Six States Order is only given to those at or below the Yuan Ying stage. Wherever you go, as long as you display this order, all branches will do their utmost to serve you.'"

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Qin Sang got quite a lot of these things in Beihai.

He nonchalantly put it away and asked, "I hear your hall is well-informed. Do you have any knowledge about the Western Desert"

The manager nodded repeatedly, without asking Qin Sang's purpose. He apologized and left the quiet room. After a short while, he hurried back, holding a jade slip in his hand. "This is the latest map, but due to our limited capabilities and the vastness and ever-changing nature of the Western Desert, it cannot encompass the entire region. It is most detailed in the area near the Seven States of the West Road. Some rumors circulating from the Western Desert are also included on it, all given freely to Senior Qin."

Qin Sang's voice was displeased, "Would I rely on you for these spirit stones"

The head manager quickly said, "Sir, please understand, this is a longstanding rule of our Six States Hall. We've always provided this kind of information for free to Yuan Ying cultivators. There's no other reason, only to cultivate a good relationship."

"Haha, your hall is quite impressive. No wonder you've made it this big."

Qin Sang nodded, accepting it calmly.

Upon receiving the jade slip, Qin Sang immediately saw Mount Jiugua. It was still a holy land for Buddhism today.

After a brief stay in Muguanguan, Qin Sang left the city and headed west to Jiujia Mountain to meet with Liuli.

This line is easy to discern the direction of. Qin Sang only needs to follow a large river called Tian Tuo River, heading west all the way to reach Jiugashan.

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Leaving out the state of Chuzhou, and traveling west over seven states to reach the northernmost state of Sezhou, one enters the Western Deserts.

In the western part of Sezhou, one can see scenes similar to those in Ximo.

In the vast Gobi Desert, everything is desolate.

However, the banks of the Tian Tuo River have always been lush with vegetation, and the scenery of the frontier is not inferior to that of the Six Prefectures of Jiangzuo.

The Western Desert is not entirely desert and barren land. Inland, there are oases, rivers, lakes, and fertile lands as well.

For example, in the northern regions of Ximo, the source of the Tian Tuo River, the Xue Lian Mountains, where snow melts to nourish vast oases, forming mighty rivers and flowing through the Central Plains before finally converging into the East China Sea. It is one of the most important large rivers in the Central Plain's water system.

Legend has it that Xuelian Mountain is the place where Buddhism originated, with many Buddhist holy sites. Jiugashan is just one of them.

Over the years, Ximo has long ceased to be a world dominated by Buddhism. Daoist disciples have emerged from their seclusion to preach the Tao, taking root in oases of the desert sands and establishing their own schools.

There are also many crooked paths and demonic cultivators who don't want to go north to the desolate wasteland but choose to head west. Though not as chaotic as the North Wasteland, the situation there is also very complex.

Of course, Xuelian Mountain remains a Buddhist stronghold, with outside forces finding it difficult to penetrate.

Along both banks of the Tiānuó River, Buddhist temples and monasteries are as numerous as stars in the sky. This river is also a pilgrimage route for Buddhists from Central China.

Although Buddhism had greatly declined in Beihai and Canglang Sea, it remained one of the most important forces in Zhongzhou, capable of rivaling Taoism.

Qin Sang traveled with Buddhist monks, calling himself a lay practitioner and going by the sobriquet "Moonlight Wanderer."

He practiced the "Seven Masters and Buddha-Print," which was enough to get by in the Buddhist world.

Leaving the area of Sai Prefecture, the scenery became increasingly desolate. Even the moisture from the Tian Tuo River couldn't withstand the erosion of the wind and sand. The oases along both banks of the river gradually shrunk, and the vegetation grew sparser.

Entering the depths of Xi Mo, the scenery was almost indistinguishable from the Beichen Great Desert in the Beichen realm. Qin Sang felt nothing out of the ordinary and hurried on his way, barely stopping along the way.

Not until they reached the edge of the Xuelin Mountains did their journey begin to prosper.

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The trees were lush green and the grass was thick.

Qin Sang landed on a barren wasteland, looking into the depths of the oasis, and saw mountains with snow-capped peaks, temples standing amidst the snowy mountains, bathed in Buddha's light.

"I wonder if Liuli has arrived yet."

Qin Sang murmured a word, fixed her gaze on Mount Jiugā, and darted away.

Jiugashan Mountain.

Qin Sang's figure appeared at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the massive city walls encircling the summit.

As expected, at the center of the city walls, on top of the mountain peak, there was also a temple. It was the largest temple he had seen on his journey westward.

Among the peaks of Xuelin Mountain, Jiugashan is not considered majestic and imposing.

The reason it became a holy place is related to a Buddhist eminent monk who once practiced here. The temple was the monastery of that eminent monk.

On the mountain path, people flowed like threads, including Buddhist monks. But like ordinary people, they chose to walk up the mountain as a sign of respect.

Jiugashan is not entirely known as a Buddhist holy land.

Being located at the southern foot of the Xuelian Mountains and serving as a crucial passage from the Southern Desert into the Xuelian Mountains, the city boasts stability and order. As such, it fulfills the role of a trading hub, earning the trust of cultivators in the surrounding areas.

It's not out of place for many people on the mountain path to be dressed like monks, Qin Sang included.

He observed them and found that these Buddhist practitioners had strange expressions, with an air of suppressed anger and resentment in their eyes. According to Buddhist scriptures, anger should be cut off, but these practitioners clearly hadn't reached a high enough level of cultivation.

It's normal for one or two people to do this.

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It's rather strange that so many Buddhist practitioners are like this.

Qin Sang strode up the mountain, entered the city, and deliberately acted high-profilely. He released the name of the Moonlit Wanderer and then found the most famous inn in town to settle down.

I took a short rest in the house, washing away the dust and grime, while also waiting for Liuli to come looking for me.

Before the arrival of Lu Li, he would personally inquire about the situation in Ximo and search for any information related to the Buddha's relics.

Before evening had fallen, the door to the room was touched. Qin Sang’s heart skipped a beat and a smile lit up his face as he opened the door.

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A hooded figure darted in, it was Liuli!

(The End)ory behind it, but unfortunately, it's all just rumors and legends, unknown to anyone.What's more astonishing is that after Senior Qingzhu departed, all the spiritual herbs and flowers on the mountain...