114: Chapter 114 The Ruins Open, Five Elemental Poisonous Miasma

When the water mist was blown away by the high-altitude gale, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking at mid-air in disbelief.

That Foundation Establishment Elder of the Blood Shadow Sect who wanted to slap Su Qinghan to death with a single palm... was gone!

Neither the person nor the corpse could be found!

Not even a trace of aura was left behind, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

"Where is Elder Liu?!"

The Disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect screamed in terror.

The expressions of the three Foundation Establishment Cultivators of the Blood Shadow Sect who were fighting the Elder of the Xuantian Sect also changed drastically. They had just felt a dangerous aura flash past, and immediately afterward, Elder Liu's vitality was completely cut off.

"An expert has secretly made a move! It is the foundation of the Xuantian Sect! Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The Elders of the Blood Shadow Sect were frightened out of their wits, and how could they dare to linger in battle? They directly abandoned their Disciples and fled frantically into streaks of escaping light.

Once their main backbone fled, the Disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect immediately collapsed like a mountain, slaughtered and left armor-less by the crowd of the Xuantian Sect.

Su Qinghan stood on the deck, the hanpo sword pointing diagonally at the ground, her chest heaving violently.

Her brows were tightly locked, and a trace of shock and uncertainty flashed through her beautiful eyes.

At that very instant, she was the closest. Although she did not clearly see the appearance of the person who made the move, she vaguely felt an inexplicably familiar yet terrifyingly cold aura.

"Who saved me?"

Su Qinghan pondered inwardly.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the rear miscellaneous chores cabin, Qi Yang's true body quietly drilled out from the ground, quickly fusing with the scapegoat paper doll.

He still maintained that posture of being stunned unconscious by the pressure, lying sprawling on the ground, and even acting quite skillfully by snoring loudly.

"Early Foundation Establishment, nothing much."

Qi Yang sneered in his heart.

A few days later.

The flying boat of the Xuantian Sect finally passed through the spiritual tide zone without a hitch, landing on the periphery of the relic.

At this time, this vast basin was already bustling with noise and excitement.

Except for the Xuantian Sect, the remnants of the Blood Shadow Sect, the Qingyu Sect, Ziyang Valley, and the Houtu Sect—the five major second-rate Sects on the edge of the Northern Spirit Domain had all gathered here.

The flying boats of various major Sects blotted out the sky and sun, and the gazes of countless Cultivators stared fixedly at the center of the basin.

With the outbreak of the last spiritual tide, the colorful poison miasma covering the relic finally slowly split open a huge gap.

A huge stone gate, a hundred zhang high, built entirely of black giant stones and exuding an ancient and vicissitudinous aura, was completely revealed before everyone.

On the stone gate, three large characters were written in a sprawling dragon-and-phoenix style using ancient demon scripts: Wandu Sect!

Even from afar, one could feel the terrifying toxic miasma qi rushing towards them.

This relic, which had been sealed for more than a thousand years, had finally opened!

Rumble!

The moment the stone gate opened, the entire earth was shaking, and the colorful poison miasma surged crazily from the crack of the door like a tide, quickly enveloping an area of dozens of zhang in radius.

"Ah!"

"Help!"

"My face! My face is melting!"

Dozens of Loose Cultivators standing in the front row watching the excitement had no time to react at all and were directly swallowed by the poison miasma.

Screams rose one after another.

But soon, the screams stopped.

Because those Loose Cultivators no longer had the ability to make a sound; their flesh and skin rotted and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing pale white bones.

In just a dozen breaths of time, dozens of corpses turned into piles of skeletons, scattered on the ground with the wind.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The Disciples of the major Sects were frightened out of their wits and retreated crazily.

Even those Elders of the Foundation Establishment Stage's expressions changed greatly. They successively raised protective spiritual shields and retreated far away with their respective Disciples.

On the flying boat of the Xuantian Sect, Qi Yang stood in the corner of the miscellaneous chores cabin, looking at the terrifying scene outside through the porthole.

His face wore a terrified expression, and his body was still trembling slightly, looking just like an old peasant frightened out of his wits, but deep in his eyes flashed a trace of excited light.

"Five-element poison miasma, it really is the handiwork of the Wandu Sect."

Qi Yang sneered in his heart.

This terrifying poison miasma was a life-summoning talisman to others, but to him who cultivated the Five Poisons Nourishing Spirit Art, it was simply a great tonic.

As long as he could enter the relic, his cultivation would definitely advance by leaps and bounds.

However, he still had to continue pretending, pretending to be this half-dead, useless old man.

After the poison miasma dissipated, the Foundation Establishment Elders of the major Sects gathered together and discussed for a long time.

On the side of the Blood Shadow Sect, one Early Foundation Establishment was lost, and now only three Foundation Establishment Elders remained, their strength greatly damaged.

But the Grand Elder of the Blood Shadow Sect was a Late Foundation Establishment, with the strongest strength, and his words still carried weight.

"Everyone, this relic of the Wandu Sect is full of dangers. I propose that the elite Disciples of each faction enter in batches, and what is gained in the relic belongs to the individual."

"However, the treasures in the core area must be jointly distributed by our Five Sects to avoid hurting harmony."

The Great Elder of the Blood Shadow Sect spoke with a gloomy face.

Elder You Ke, who led the team for the Xuantian Sect, sneered.

"It sounds fair, but when the people of the Blood Shadow Sect go in, don't play dirty tricks behind the scenes."

"Likewise."

The Great Elder of the Blood Shadow Sect smiled without a smile.

Both sides reached an agreement on the surface, but everyone knew well in heart that this was just superficial work. When it really came to the core area, for the sake of treasures, not to mention any agreements, they would even dare to hack their own biological fathers.

Qi Yang saw this farce clearly on the flying boat.

He stooped his back and slowly walked to the side of the steward in charge of assigning tasks.

"Lord Steward, this old man came this time just to gather some Spirit Medicine, I don't know..."

The steward was an Inner Sect Disciple of the Qi Condensation 11th Layer named Hong Guang, previously a person from the Spirit Plant House.

He impatiently glanced at Qi Yang.

"You old thing have pretty good luck. This time the relic opened, a large amount of mutated poisonous grass was stimulated by the spiritual tide in the outer area."

"The Sect just needs manpower to gather them, you follow Fang Chu's team and listen to his command."

Hong Guang pointed at a sharp-looking young Disciple not far away.

"The more you gather, the more rewards you get. If you can't gather any, don't even think about getting Spirit Stones."

Qi Yang nodded repeatedly, full of gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord Steward! Thank you, Lord Steward!"

Dragging his stooped body, he slowly walked towards Fang Chu's side.

Fang Chu was leading a dozen or so handymen to organize their equipment. Seeing Qi Yang, a half-dead old man, walking over, his brows instantly frowned.

"You are that waste with Five-Element Mixed Spiritual Rootss?"

Fang Chu looked Qi Yang up and down, his eyes full of disgust.

"I don't know what Steward Hong was thinking, stuffing a burden like you into my team."

Qi Yang lowered his head and said with a hoarse voice: "This humble one will work hard and will never cause trouble for Senior Brother Fang."

Fang Chu sneered.

"Cut the crap, keep up with the team, don't fall behind. If you die outside, don't blame me for not reminding you."

After saying that, he turned around to organize other things.

Qi Yang stood at the very back of the team, his face still wearing that timid and submissive look, but deep in his heart, he had long remembered Fang Chu's appearance.

A shortsighted fellow like this would sooner or later be a dead man.

Half a day later.

The people of the Five Sects finally made preparations.

The Foundation Establishment Elders of each Sect took the elite Disciples to enter the stone gate first, while those handymen and peripheral Disciples were arranged in the outer area to gather Spirit Medicine first.

Qi Yang followed Fang Chu's team and slowly walked towards the entrance of the stone gate.

The closer they got to the stone gate, the thicker the poison miasma in the air became. The other handymen turned pale one by one, and some even started coughing blood.

Fang Chu didn't even look at them, only urging everyone to speed up.

"All of you cheer up! If you can't even endure this bit of poison miasma, you still want to get Spirit Stone rewards?"

A young handyman in the team couldn't help speaking up.

"Senior Brother Fang, this poison miasma is too heavy, us Cultivators of the Qi Refining Stage simply cannot hold on..."

Before he finished speaking.

Slap!

Fang Chu backhanded and slapped the handyman across the face.

"Can't hold on? If you can't hold on, get lost! Sect resources are for useful people, not for raising waste!"

The young handyman covered his face and dared not make a sound anymore.

The team continued moving forward.

Qi Yang walked at the very back, seemingly panting, but in reality, he was circulating the Five Poisons Nourishing Spirit Art.

The Five Elements Grindstone inside his body rotated rapidly, and the poison miasma in the air was frantically sucked into his body. After being crushed and transformed by the Five Elements Grindstone, it turned into pure Poison Wood Spiritual Power.

Not only did he not feel the slightest discomfort, but instead he felt comfortable all over. To him, these poison miasmas were simply great tonics.

"Awesome."

Qi Yang inwardly enjoyed it.

This Wandu Sect relic was simply a cultivation treasure land tailor-made for him.