Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 2453 Suanni

"how?"

Qin Sang felt that something inexplicable had happened to Zhuque.

"Perfect! I should be able to break through soon!" Zhuque raised its head, its eyes gleaming with pride, and stretched out its claws towards Qin Sang, its expression full of anticipation. "Is there anything else?"

Qin Sang glared at it.

Zhuque was completely unaware, muttering to herself, "There can't be only one tattered feather, there must be more, it must have fallen somewhere else!"

It grabbed Qin Sang's sleeve and urged impatiently, "Go find it quickly!"

"What do you take this for? Something you can just find anywhere?" Qin Sang frowned.

No cultivator would let such a treasure slip by. If this fragment of feather hadn't fallen into the Valley of Death, it would have already been taken by the cultivators of the Yuan Magnetic Sea, and it wouldn't have been their turn.

From the tenth prince's few words, it's clear that the relationship between the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan is somewhat delicate. He's using the identity of a descendant of the Azure Phoenix, so the North Sea probably doesn't welcome him.

Moreover, with a powerful dragon clan member guarding Chi Island, Qin Sang would definitely want to stay as far away as possible; how could she dare to search for phoenix feathers around Chi Island?

"Why don't we kidnap Ao Chen?" Zhuque, blinded by greed, harbored evil intentions and actually set her sights on the Dragon Palace's crown prince.

Of course, he was just saying it.

Ignoring Zhuque's protests, Qin Sang prepared to leave the North Sea. However, Qin Sang would still stop from time to time to inquire along the way.

Only after learning that there were no phoenix feathers or phoenix blood in the Yuanci Sea and its surroundings did Zhuque give up.

The route was winding and circuitous, and the flight took more than half a year to complete.

On this day, Qin Sang flew slowly through the air, a biting cold wind blowing in her face, leaving deep wind marks on the sea.

The winds at sea all blow from the south, and Dafengyuan is the source of the typhoon disaster.

Suddenly, Qin Sang's expression shifted slightly as a dark, undulating shadow appeared on the sea at the edge of her vision.

"Are we finally reaching land?"

Qin Sang was still not sure if what lay ahead was just an island.

He silently activated the hand seals, and soon sensed a response coming from afar—it was Pan Cong!

The light flashed in mid-air and flew straight towards the direction it sensed. A moment later, Qin Sang saw a vast expanse of land. He activated his spiritual eyes and looked as far as the eye could see. The land stretched as far as the eye could see, unlike an island. He had finally returned to the land!

Qin Sang was filled with emotion.

A quick glance revealed that this was indeed the 'Great Wind Plain'; the land was almost entirely flat, with howling winds sweeping across the wasteland. Occasionally, a mountain could be seen, but it was a bare, rocky hill.

In places where strong winds rage year-round, dust simply doesn't accumulate on the mountain; even the ash trapped in the crevices of the rocks is swept away. The mountain appears as a single, giant rock growing straight from the ground, its surface polished smooth by the relentless winds, its edges long since smoothed out.

Strangely, the Great Wind Plains was not as desolate as Qin Sang had imagined; on the contrary, it was full of vitality.

On the boundless wasteland, there grew an unknown spiritual herb. This spiritual herb was gray, without leaves, and did not branch. Each herb had only a smooth, long stem, thin at the top and thick at the bottom, like a vine with its leaves removed.

This kind of magical herb is everywhere, densely packed together, and at first glance, it looks like a swarm of wriggling insects, which makes one's scalp tingle.

The outer surface of the spiritual herbs is grayish-green and extremely smooth. When a strong wind blows across the grass, ordinary plants would surely be uprooted, but these spiritual herbs lie prostrate on the ground, incredibly resilient, and able to withstand the ravages of the wind.

The roots of these spiritual herbs were not ordinary soil. Qin Sang saw thick, black roots, rough as rocks, coiled together like pythons, tightly intertwined, hardened, dense and airtight, stretching endlessly like a thick meadow, completely covering the ground.

These roots are layered upon layered, accumulating to an unknown thickness over countless years. The lowest layer has become one with the soil. They cling tightly to the ground, and for a strong wind to blow these spiritual herbs away, it would be impossible to blow the entire grassland away by the roots!

These spiritual herbs must have evolved to adapt to the environment of the Great Wind Plains. They survive here in this way, while also protecting the land.

As Qin Sangfei flew over the grassland, he surveyed his surroundings and discovered that there was more than just this one type of vegetation. Among their thick root systems, there were many creatures that parasitized them, surviving under their protection and forming another kind of ecosystem.

In the wilderness.

A cave dwelling.

The interior of the mansion was quite elegantly furnished. Pan Cong was enjoying spiritual tea with a thin man, talking to each other.

Suddenly, Pan Cong had an idea, apologized, and hurriedly left the cave.

Before long, Pan Cong saw Qin Sang and bowed respectfully from afar, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Where are those tomb raiders?" Qin Sang landed next to Pan Cong.

"Reporting to my lord, we have only just arrived. I have settled them in a safe place and am preparing to meet fellow Daoists in the vicinity and inquire about the location marked on the map," Pan Cong pointed to the southwest.

Although Qin Sang wasted a lot of time, he was alone, while Pan Cong had to carry so many burdens.

"Have you found the location?" Qin Sang asked.

Pan Cong shook his head, "There's no place nearby that matches the markings on the map, and the names must have changed long ago. So I tried contacting the nearby tribes, and not long ago I met a fellow Daoist, the chieftain of the Thorn Fox tribe. The Thorn Fox tribe lives in Qingya Cave and is considered the overlord of this area. Each chieftain has a title—Qingya King. Just now, I was invited by the Qingya King..."

After Pan Cong finished speaking, he looked at Qin Sang's expression.

He heeded Qin Sang's orders and consulted King Qingya, but the result was not optimistic. According to King Qingya, the terrain of Dafeng Plain was too prone to change.

Not to mention the geological disturbances caused by the typhoon.

In many places, the earth needs to rely on special plants to resist wind disasters. Qin Sang had seen one such spiritual herb before, called Dufeng Grass.

If the surface vegetation is damaged, the surrounding landscape will change significantly within a few years, and over time, it will be completely unrecognizable. Mountains that existed a thousand years ago may have disappeared by now; Dafengyuan was gradually 'flattened' by wind disasters.

It is nearly impossible to find a place from countless years ago based solely on surface features, unless the places marked on the map are special and unaffected by wind disasters.

Seeing the scene in Dafeng Plain, Qin Sang had anticipated this situation, but knowing this, she still had to continue investigating.

If we can't find out, we can look for it in history. As long as there are demon cultivators and demon tribes in the Great Wind Plain, there must be records!

"Take me to meet this King Qingya first," Qin Sang said.

Pan Cong nodded and led the way, and they soon returned to Qingya Cave.

Despite being called a cave, what came into view was a dense forest, inhabited only by a single type of spirit tree. The tree's leaves were thick and slender, like needles. A thick fog, formed from grayish-white dust, could be seen with the naked eye, enveloping the entire forest.

As Qin Sang approached the jungle, she heard bursts of laughter and saw a round ball fly out of the jungle, its surface covered with sharp spikes, like a hedgehog.

The spiky ball was swept around wildly by the gale, but upon closer inspection, it actually had a very orderly pattern. It was able to use the power of the gale to turn the storm into a paradise. The spiky ball stretched out its body, resembling a leopard, with its back covered in sharp spikes and its belly covered in soft white fur. It was indeed a small spiky weasel.

Pan Cong and Qingya Wang were already acquainted, so there was no need to inform them; they went directly into the jungle.

After flying for a while, the pink mist disappeared, and mountain ranges appeared in the jungle, with one peak standing out particularly high.

These sacred trees can actually block wind disasters. There is only a gentle breeze here, and the mountains are lush and green. The creatures living here are mostly thorny weasels.

Qin Sang looked up and saw a cave on the cliff face at the top of the mountain. A thin man came out to greet her.

"Mingyue pays respects to King Qingya. I apologize for the intrusion and disturbance," Qin Sang said, bowing respectfully from afar.

"I had long heard of Fellow Daoist Mingyue's elegance from Fellow Daoist Pan, and seeing it today, I can confirm that it truly lives up to its reputation! Please come in!"

King Qingya laughed heartily and warmly invited them into his cave.

After exchanging pleasantries and learning of Qin Sang's purpose, King Qingya took a sip of spiritual tea, held the teacup, and frowned without saying a word.

Pan Cong bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Mingyue and I have gone through many hardships to come to Dafeng Plain, just to find a place that is extremely important to us. If you can give us some pointers, we will be extremely grateful."

King Qingya looked at Pan Cong, then at Qin Sang, put down his teacup, shook his head and advised, "If you two only know the terrain of that place and have no other clues, I advise you to give up and not waste your time."

Pan Cong looked at Qin Sang.

Qin Sang pondered for a moment and asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you have any way to help us obtain the ancient geomantic map of the Great Wind Plain?"

"Ancient geomantic maps?"

King Qingya was taken aback. "The Great Wind Plain is so vast, and if what you two said is true, who would have deliberately preserved a geomantic map until now after so much time has passed? However..."

Upon hearing Qingya Wang's change in tone, Qin Sang immediately revealed an eager look in her eyes.

King Qingya paused for a moment, then continued, "If you two insist on not giving up, there is only one place where there might be hope, but it is extremely slim."

"Where?" Qin Sang pressed.

"Sacred Ridge Mountain!"

King Qingya resolutely stated, "Countless tribes have lived on the Great Wind Plain for countless years, yet they have all inevitably followed the cycle of rise and fall. Many ancient clans have vanished without a trace, while the powerful clans of today have all risen gradually over time. Even we, who were once a small and insignificant clan, only became the Thorn Fox Clan today after a brilliant ancestor seized this sacred ground. Among these tribes, only the Suanni Clan of Divine Ridge Mountain has remained prosperous for so long, its profound foundation unimaginable! For many years, the Suanni Clan has had no intention of unifying the Great Wind Plain, but when Divine Ridge Mountain issues a command, none dare disobey!"

Shenji Mountain, Suanni...

Qin Sang recited these two names. The Suanni clan has always been prosperous. No clan in Dafeng Plain has ever been able to conquer Shenji Mountain. Their clan's history has never been interrupted. Perhaps ancient geomantic maps have been preserved.

However, the Great Wind Plain is vast and boundless, and the Divine Ridge Mountain is very far from the Green Cliff Cave.

"Is there a teleportation array nearby?" Qin Sang decided to leave Pan Cong behind to continue exploring along the coastline, while he himself would go to Shenji Mountain to try and make contact with the Suanni clan.

King Qingya gave Qin Sang a strange look. "The wind disaster is not over yet, so we can take advantage of its power. We all travel in this way, so why do we need to move the formation?"

It seems that the typhoon was not entirely a bad thing.

Qin Sang and Pan Cong exchanged a glance, then cupped their hands and said, "We are newcomers here and hope you can give us some guidance."

"Whirlwind disasters may seem chaotic, but they actually follow certain patterns. Although wind disasters are constantly changing, once a pattern is established, it will take hundreds or even thousands of years for it to completely become invalid. Within the gales, there are strange wind currents and eye of the storm. Entering an eye of the storm allows one to travel directly to another eye of the storm through the wind currents. Therefore, some fellow cultivators have specifically sought out these eye of the storm and wind currents to explore their patterns and draw wind maps..."

As he spoke, King Qingya took out a jade slip. "This contains the location of some wind eyes. However, I have never been to Shenji Mountain. I only know that Shenji Mountain is roughly located in the southeast direction. Fellow Daoist, you will need to search for other wind maps along the way."

With this map, Qin Sang was saved a lot of trouble.

Qin Sang thanked him and then inquired in detail about the eye of the storm and the romantic affairs, such as whether there was any danger.

“Unless the wind disaster suddenly changes drastically, the eye of the storm will disappear slowly. Of course, there are dangers, but with our cultivation level, we don’t need to worry too much, unless we are unlucky and are thrown directly into some dangerous forbidden area by the eye of the storm,” King Qingya said in a relaxed tone.

Next, Qin Sang listened to Qingya King recount some rumors related to the Suanni clan, the details of which were difficult to verify.

One of the things that made Qin Sang frown secretly was that the Suanni clan was said to be very arrogant and not easy to deal with.

"correct!"

Qingya King suddenly remembered something, "I almost forgot, it's said there's another tribe called Zhaofeng, who are mortal enemies of the Suanni tribe. The two tribes have fought many battles, with victories and defeats on both sides, but neither has been able to annihilate the other. This shows the strength of the Zhaofeng tribe. However, Zhaofeng is still in the far south, with Shenji Mountain blocking their way. They shouldn't come north so easily. Fellow Daoist, it would be best to start from Shenji Mountain. If that doesn't work, then try your luck there..."

"Attracting attention?"

Qin Sang thought to herself, "The names Zhaofeng and Dafengyuan do match quite well."

Not long after, Qin Sang and Pan Cong bid farewell to King Qingya, left Qingya Cave, and returned to the place where the tomb people were settled.

Qin Sang instructed Pan Cong, "Take these talismans."

This was a talisman he had specially prepared for Pan Cong, so that it could stay and watch over the people of the mausoleum and continue searching for the place marked on the map.

"Thank you for bestowing these talismans, Your Majesty!" Pan Cong was overjoyed. These talismans were all personally crafted by Qin Sang and exuded powerful thunderous might.

“I see that the King of Qingya is telling us everything, but he has ulterior motives. You stay here and be careful in everything you do,” Qin Sang said.

Pan Cong put away the talisman, his confidence greatly increased. "Immortal, rest assured, this little demon understands! It seems that King Qingya has encountered some trouble and wants me to help him. This is a good opportunity to deepen our relationship with him, so that I can have more help in the future, and let the Thorn Fox Clan help take care of the Tomb Man."

Qin Sang nodded, then summoned Ling Xi.

Upon learning how difficult it would be to return to his former home, Lingxi was filled with disappointment, but there was nothing he could do but return to comfort his people.

That night, Qin Sang left alone, flying into the air and following the guidance on the wind map, heading towards the nearest eye of the storm. (End of Chapter)