112: Chapter 112 Two Years of Hibernation

Inside the underground secret room, multicolored spiritual lights shone brilliantly.

Qi Yang closed his eyes and concentrated, his hands rapidly forming hand seals in front of his chest.

At this moment, his Five-Element Mixed Spiritual Roots displayed its unique and inherent advantages.

For single-Spiritual Root Cultivators, practicing spells of other attributes was as difficult as ascending to heaven, but for Qi Yang, the five types of Spiritual Qi—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—were completely at his beck and call, just like his own limbs.

"The extreme of earth, Thick Earth Shield!"

Qi Yang let out a low shout, and the earth-type spiritual power within his Dantian suddenly burst out through his body.

The air in front of him distorted for a moment, and a giant earth shield standing three zhang tall, entirely dark yellow with mysterious rock patterns covering its surface, rose from the ground.

Qi Yang flicked his finger, and a beam of spiritual power sufficient to pierce through a Qi Condensation 12th Layer Cultivator blasted into the Thick Earth Shield.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, the Thick Earth Shield remained completely motionless, not even a single crumb falling off.

"The extreme of water, Water Dragon Chant!"

Qi Yang's hand seals changed, and the Thick Earth Shield abruptly disintegrated.

Immediately afterwards, the water vapor in the secret room gathered frantically, and a lifelike water dragon ten zhang long condensed and formed.

The water dragon let out a silent roar, circling and flying around Qi Yang, emitting a gentle yet endlessly continuous defensive aura.

"The Thick Earth Shield and Water Dragon Chant, one rigid and one soft, have already been cultivated to the Transcendent stage. In the future, in front of others, these two spells will be my surface camouflage."

Qi Yang nodded with satisfaction.

But his ambition went far beyond this.

As a Cultivator of the Dao, the strength displayed on the surface was always just the tip of the iceberg, and the true fatal moves had to be hidden in the dark.

Qi Yang took a deep breath, his gaze becoming focused.

He began to attempt a crazy thing.

Integrating spells into the liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power!

"Gengjin Sword Qi governs slaughter, and Burning Heaven Flame governs destruction. If these two can be perfectly integrated into the poisonous Qi..."

Qi Yang carefully mobilized a drop of liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power, suspending it in his palm.

This drop of toxic water exuded a nauseating, fishy stench, and even the surrounding air was corroded to the point of making a sizzling sound.

Afterwards, he forcibly drew out a wisp of Gengjin Qi and a trace of Burning Heaven fire, slowly moving them closer to the toxic water.

Boom!

As soon as the three completely different forces came into contact, a violent repulsion immediately occurred.

That drop of toxic water exploded with a bang, and the violent shockwave directly forced Qi Yang back by half a step, his palm blown completely charred.

"It failed."

Qi Yang was not discouraged; instead, his eyes shone even brighter.

The power of the explosion just now was more than twice as strong as pure Poison Wood Spiritual Power!

"Come again!"

Like an untiring madman, Qi Yang began day-after-day Fusion experiments in the secret room.

With the Five Elements Grindstone acting as a mediator, he failed time and time again, and started over time and time again.

One month.

Three months.

Half a year...

Time passed swiftly in the monotonous cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.

During these two years, winds and clouds surged within the inner Sect of the Xuantian Sect.

Geniuses emerged in droves across the peaks, and conflicts were endless.

But all of this had nothing to do with the wrinkled old farmer in the Nether Grass Field.

Qi Yang was still that handyman whose vital blood was withered and who was only at the Qi Condensation Third Layer.

Every day, he handed in the nether grass on time, occasionally basking in the sun in the courtyard and coughing a few times, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

As for Su Qinghan, she completely fulfilled her talent during these two years.

Not only was her cultivation stabilized at the Qi Condensation 12th Layer Great Perfection, but she also forged her own path in the Dao of sword.

Her Absolute Cold Sword Domain was renowned throughout the inner Sect, and countless demonic Cultivators had died under her sword.

She would occasionally come to the Nether Grass Field to sit for a while and drink a cup of coarse tea; the tacit understanding between the two needed no words.

On this day, the bells in the inner Sect of the Xuantian Sect suddenly rang loudly, tolling nine consecutive times!

This was the highest-level alert for the Sect to summon Core Disciples and Elders.

In the Nether Grass Field, Qi Yang stopped the work in his hands, looked up toward the direction of the main peak, and a trace of unusual glint flashed through his turbid eyes.

That evening, Su Qinghan came to the grass field.

"There's a major operation."

Su Qinghan sat on the stone stool, her expression uncharacteristically solemn.

"Secret scouts from the Sect have sent back news. Eighty thousand li east of the Xuantian Sect, in the chaotic zone bordering Five Sects, including us, the Blood Shadow Sect, the Qingyu Sect, and two other Sects, a massive ruin is about to manifest."

"Rare spiritual tides have already appeared on the periphery of the ruins, nurturing a large number of Heaven And Earth Treasures. The Sect has decided to dispatch three Foundation Establishment Elders to lead a team, pulling elite Disciples from the inner Sect to go and gather resources while investigating the ruins."

Su Qinghan looked at Qi Yang.

"I am one of the core combat forces, and early tomorrow morning, I will set off with the flying boat."

Qi Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Eighty thousand li east? The intersection of the Five Sects?

The map from that tattered travelogue emerged in his mind.

That location actually had an astonishing overlap with the ruins of the Wandu Sect recorded in the ancient texts!

The ruins of the Wandu Sect—pointing directly to a Golden Core-level poison Cultivation Technique!

Qi Yang suppressed the wild joy in his heart and poured Su Qinghan a cup of tea without changing his expression.

"Fairy, this trip is perilous; you must be careful."

Su Qinghan nodded, didn't stay long, and turned back to prepare.

After Su Qinghan left, Qi Yang immediately returned to the secret room, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"The Wandu Sect ruins must absolutely not be missed! This is an Opportunity concerning my Dao Foundation!"

But with his current identity, he was simply not qualified to board the Sect's flying boat; he had to think of a reasonable excuse to sneak in.

Early the next morning, at the Baicao Peak Spirit Plant House.

Steward Hong Guang was busy to the point of being flustered. Going to the ruins to gather Spirit Medicine this time required a large number of experienced spirit planters to accompany them.

However, the periphery of the ruins was extremely perilous, and any handyman with even a tiny bit of connections was unwilling to go and throw their lives away.

"Steward Hong."

An old, hoarse voice sounded at the doorway.

Hong Guang looked up and saw Qi Yang walking in with a hunched back and leaning on a wooden stick.

"Old man Qi? Why aren't you staying in your Nether Grass Field and running over here for?"

Hong Guang waved his hand impatiently.

Qi Yang coughed violently twice, tremblingly pulled out a Storage Pouch, and handed it over.

"Lord Steward, this old man heard that the Sect is going east to gather Spirit Medicine. This old man has no other skills in this life except knowing many medicinal herbs. I want to follow along to see the world, and by the way..."

"By the way, see if I can find a few life-extending medicinal herbs in the spiritual tide. This old body of mine cannot hold out for many more years."

Hong Guang weighed the Storage Pouch; there were a full fifty Low-Grade Spirit Stones inside, and his eyes lit up.

Although this old thing's cultivation was useless, he was indeed a good hand at tending to Spiritual Plants.

Letting him go be cannon fodder to gather Spirit Medicine was also quite suitable.

"Fine then, considering at your age it's not easy either, pack up and go to the main peak square to board the ship in half an hour!"

Half an hour later, a huge flying boat of the Xuantian Sect soared into the air, transforming into a stream of light and galloping eastward.

In the handyman cabin at the bottom of the flying boat, Qi Yang sat cross-legged in an inconspicuous corner.

He closed his eyes, feeling that terrifying power within his Dantian.

After two years of grinding it out, he had finally succeeded.

At this moment, deep within his Dantian, within that pool of dark green liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power, a faint dark-golden sharpness and crimson firelight flickered.

Gengjin Sword Qi and Burning Heaven Flame had already perfectly integrated into the poisonous power.

"Middle Stage Foundation Establishment? If they dare to block my path, they can just be used to test the power of this trump card of mine..."

Qi Yang's expression was calm, but in his heart, he began to look forward to this trip to the ruins.