Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 2457 Wind Desert

Amidst the wild laughter, the string shadow followed the eight winds and soared into the sky.

The Xun wind has been stirred up by the eight winds, and the celestial phenomena are becoming increasingly astonishing. Large swaths of Xun wind have appeared, and the sky above is shrouded in a hazy blue mist. It has not caused any earth-shattering destruction and is far gentler than the previous raging winds.

The seemingly gentle Xun wind suddenly surged violently. Xianying rushed into the Xun wind, glanced around, and found no trace of Qin Sang. Then, she looked down with a cold smile.

His figure grew fainter and fainter in the southeast wind.

Qin Sang witnessed this scene from afar and thought to himself that the Zhaofeng Clan could even control the Xunfeng wind, truly making them the most suitable demon clan for the Great Wind Plains. As fellow overlords of the Great Wind Plains, the Suanni Clan had managed to fight the Zhaofeng Clan to this day, their prestige even subtly surpassing the Zhaofeng Clan's; they likely possessed special supernatural abilities as well.

Just then, Longyan and the others rushed out of the crevice and saw this scene. They were all furious. One of the Suanni clan experts roared and his whole body suddenly burst into flames, turning into a fireball. The flames even transformed into a lion, roaring angrily at the sky.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

……

Roars rang out one after another, and the fiery lion on the mountain opened its mouth wide, revealing no fangs, but terrifying divine fire.

"call!"

Divine fire spewed from the mouth of the divine lion.

Three streams of fire shot towards the southeast wind, instantly igniting it. The flames spread rapidly, turning the sky for thousands of miles around into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

The wind and fire combined, as if to burn everything here to ashes.

Such terrifying flames could not burn Xuan Ying to death, nor could they even trap him. There was not a single figure in the sea of ​​fire; Xuan Ying had long since disappeared.

"Uncle, he's escaped!"

Longyan whispered, sensing her uncle's overwhelming anger, and quickly shut her mouth.

Only then did she realize why her uncle was so resentful of Xianying. The two of them had fought so many times, and each time Xianying had escaped by relying on her ability to move freely in the Xunfeng, while her uncle was the one who suffered the loss.

This was the best opportunity, but we still failed, and we even offended the Kanjing tribe.

A deafening rumble came from underground, and a torrent of black mud and rocks rushed out of the ground, the turbid mud surging across the land.

At this moment, the sky was a sea of ​​fire and the ground below was a sea of ​​mud. Fortunately, the caves of the Kan Jing tribe were underground, otherwise their home would probably have been completely destroyed.

"go!"

The target escaped, and Longyan and the others were unwilling to stay any longer. They summoned the Smoke Capital Fire Chariot and transformed into a streak of light.

"Don't the three of you intend to give me an explanation?" A sinister voice echoed from the crack in the ground, growing clearer and clearer.

"Want an explanation? Come to Mount Shenji," Yandu Huolan said, breaking through the wind and fire.

"You want to be enemies with my Kanjing tribe?"

His voice was filled with suppressed anger, but he received no response. The departing chariot of the Smoke City left a trail of gray smoke, as if mocking him.

Eventually, the flames in the sky gradually subsided, the mudslide on the ground flowed back into the earth, the aftershocks subsided, leaving only a few curses, and it seemed that the matter was over.

"Truly domineering! These rats are quite tolerant!"

Qin Sang rubbed his chin. The rumors were not without basis. The powerful Suanni clan caused a great disturbance in another family's cave, and they didn't even bother to give a decent explanation. Were they fearless, or was there some other hidden story between the Suanni clan and the Kan Jing clan?

Since the Suanni tribe is difficult to deal with, we can only start with the Zhaofeng tribe. It's time to go and meet that Xuan Ying.

Thinking of this, Qin Sang glanced at the rat demon busy cleaning up the mess in the distance, then quietly retreated and flew towards the agreed-upon place.

Upon arriving nearby, Qin Sang became secretly wary. A moment later, she saw Xianying standing on a stone mountain.

At this moment, Xianying had transformed into human form, a bald, burly man wearing a short jacket and with a fierce look on his face.

After exchanging greetings, Qin Sang noticed that Xian Ying's face was pale, and knew that he had been injured.

"I haven't thanked Fellow Daoist Mingyue for saving my life yet! How come I've never heard of such a top expert emerging from Dafeng Plain!" Xuan Ying laughed heartily, his voice full of energy, showing that he was a straightforward person.

"So, you seem to know everything, big or small, about the Great Wind Plains?" Qin Sang asked in return.

Xianying chuckled, "That old lion thought he could cause me trouble just because he brought two cubs with him. This time, I'll pluck his whiskers and see if he dares to do it again!"

"I have no interest in the grudges between you," Qin Sang said coldly. "What you said before, fellow Daoist, was it true or false?"

"Every word is true!"

Seeing that Qin Sang's hands were empty, Xian Ying frowned. "That treasure..."

"Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I have already stored that treasure in a safe place. Since that treasure is so important, it's best to be cautious. It's not too late to take it back when we need it," Qin Sang said calmly.

Xuan Ying's brows relaxed, and she chuckled, "It seems you still don't trust me, fellow Daoist!"

"Likewise! Likewise!"

Qin Sang could easily see that Xian Ying was holding back something.

"Fellow Daoist will understand later. I am by no means a heartless and ungrateful person. It's just that there are some things that haven't been investigated clearly yet, so I can't speak rashly," Xuan Ying said, no longer pressing for the whereabouts of the broken stone.

“You didn’t say we couldn’t leave now,” Qin Sang said, displeased.

Xianying chuckled and explained, "Even if I wanted to go, I couldn't. Now is not a good time. The windstorm is at its worst, making it the most dangerous season in the Wind Desert, and our destination is one of the most dangerous places in the Wind Desert. I am confident in my strength, but if I rashly rush in now, I cannot guarantee that I will escape unscathed."

"Oh?"

Qin Sang was shocked. She hadn't expected Fengmo to be so dangerous. No wonder it was a forbidden area.

After saying that, Xuan Ying looked up at the sky and said, "Before I set off, I need to visit some places and pay my respects to a few fellow Daoists. If you are not worried that I will run away, let's agree to meet again in the Fengmo Desert in six months!"

"You need to find more help?" Qin Sang frowned. He was deeply impressed by the Wind-Riding Divine Power of the Zhaofeng Clan. If Xian Ying were to invite other experts from the clan, he would appear to be outnumbered and isolated.

"Heh, why call so many helpers? If it weren't for this unexpected complication, I would have wanted to keep it all for myself."

When the topic of their clansmen came up, Xianying's expression turned indifferent.

Even among the same clan, there are those who are closer and those who are less so. Recalling how Longyan addressed the old Suanni as her uncle, Qin Sang nodded, understanding dawning on her.

They agreed on a time and place to meet. Qin Sang stopped Xian Ying, who was about to leave, and asked him to do something for her.

Xianying said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist, please speak freely. I will not refuse."

“It’s nothing serious,” Qin Sang said, taking out a jade slip and handing it to Xianying.

The jade slip contains a hand-drawn diagram by the ancestors of the tomb people, with all the annotations preserved, except for the location of the secret vault.

"Well... I can't guarantee that."

Even Xianying wasn't sure.

"Let's do our best," Qin Sang sighed.

After parting ways with Xuan Ying, Qin Sang thought for a moment and decided that it was better not to have any contact with the Suanni Clan for the time being, and instead go to Feng Mo first.

With no one around, Qin Sang had just entered the small cave when she heard Zhu Que shouting, "I'm rich! I'm rich!"

The open space was filled with treasure chests, radiating light and emitting a wonderful fragrance.

The store is filled with all kinds of rare herbs and precious materials, a dazzling array.

Such a massive number could only be amassed by a powerful tribe. Qin Sang's largest force was merely the Qingyang tribe, which was still insignificant and even exploited him. Most of the time, Qin Sang acted alone, occasionally engaging in risk-free ventures, and thus could not accumulate such a fortune.

The Vermilion Bird, its eyes glazed over, swayed unsteadily, clutching a box of spirit wine tightly. It would take a sip from each bottle and then throw it away, leaving the ground littered with ruined spirit fruits.

Qin Sang shook her head repeatedly, picked it up by the scruff of its neck, tossed it aside, and began to carefully tidy it up with the help of the little Qilin.

There were twenty or thirty kinds of precious materials used to build the Thunder Altar, and in exceptionally large quantities. How could these rat demons have amassed such a fortune? Who said Great Wind Plains was a barren land?

"It saved me a lot of trouble..."

This time, not only did they connect with the Zhaofeng Clan, but they also made a fortune – a truly huge profit. Qin Sang calculated that the materials for building the altar were almost complete, but she still didn't know where to build it.

……

"Senior, this line leads to Fengmo."

Beside Qin Sang, a female cultivator timidly pointed ahead and whispered.

After parting ways with Xianying, Qin Sang traveled to Fengmo alone after several twists and turns, looking for a guide nearby.

The guide appeared timid and pitiful in front of Qin Sang, but as a female demon in the Transformation stage, how could she be truly delicate and weak, daring to venture alone near the Wind Desert?

Qin Sang remained unmoved, staring at the yellow sky before her.

The desert and its surroundings are clearly distinct.

The word 'mo' (漠) has a reason. Fengmo (风漠) is also a desert, and it is full of extremely fine sand and dust. A slight breeze can turn the sky yellow, not to mention the terrifying wind disasters.

"How much do you know about the rumors surrounding Feng Mo?"

Seeing Qin Sang's cold gaze, the female demon felt disappointed. She composed herself and began to recount some rumors.

"Can we still enter the desert during typhoon season?"

Qin Sang, having heard that many demon cultivators ventured into the Wind Desert to explore, asked curiously.

"Danger often comes with opportunity. There are many treasures in the desert that are not found elsewhere, and they are easier to find when a storm is coming. So they are willing to risk going in at this time, as long as they are familiar with the terrain and avoid the most dangerous places..."

Seeing that Qin Sang was interested, the female demon said, "I know an old herb gatherer who is currently gathering helpers and will be entering the Wind Desert soon."

Qin Sang glanced at the female demon, "Then I'll trouble you to introduce me, fellow Daoist."

Since it was still early before the agreed time, he decided to go in and take a look ahead of time.

The demoness was secretly delighted. Under Qin Sang's persistent questioning, she racked her brains and finally told all the unfounded and amusing stories.

Unable to get any information, Qin Sang thought to herself, "There are no rumors about the Phoenix Clan here. Could it really be Phoenix Feather?"

His gaze seemed to pierce through the yellow mist in the desert as he asked, "What's on the other side of the desert?"

The succubus said, "Over there, the environment is said to be much harsher than this side, inhabited by many strange and unusual monsters."

"A monster? A half-demon?" Qin Sang's heart skipped a beat.

The succubus nodded. "It seems so. I am of low strength and have never been to very far places. The eye of the storm around the desert is chaotic and unpredictable. To get to the other side, one can only fly around the desert, but the desert is too big."

There really are half-demons in the Great Wind Plains. It sounds like the demon race doesn't recognize them either, regarding them as monsters and ostracizing them to even worse places. No wonder I haven't seen any along the way.

"Are there any human beings nearby?" Qin Sang pressed.

"I've never heard of it," the succubus shook her head blankly.

Upon hearing this, Qin Sang was somewhat puzzled. Where did the half-demon come from if there were no humans, and why did it also show traces of Taoism?

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, most half-demons lived between the Great Zhou and the Wilderness, surviving in the gap between the human and demon races.

Could this place have been controlled by the human race, or even by the Dao Court?

Qin Sang's heart skipped a beat. She thought of the story in the ancient books about the Daoist court establishing twenty-four righteous regimes, which could not be separated from the four words "slaying demons and eliminating evil!"

"Is this the Twenty-Four Official Residence, or a separate residence established by a Taoist master? If it is an official residence, why has it been occupied by the demon race?"

Qin Sang needs to find more clues and must go to the east of Fengmo.

The desert is fraught with danger, but with his strength, he doesn't need to take a detour; he can cross it directly during the intervals between storms.

Thinking of this, Qin Sang tossed a wooden box to the female demon, "Don't reveal my origins, just say I'm your friend."

"Yes! This junior will go right away!"

The demoness, seeing the treasure in the wooden box, beamed with joy and transformed into a gray swallow to help Qin Sang find a guide.

After circling the female demon, Qin Sang entered the Wind Desert.

In an instant, fine yellow sand, as fine as dust, rushed towards us, and our vision was filled with thick yellow fog, making it hard to breathe.

Apart from that, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

"Come out."

Qin Sang summoned the Vermilion Bird and the Little Qilin.

a few days later.

All three of them looked solemn.

"There's no mistake, it's right around here!" Zhuque pointed to the sky with her wings and exclaimed excitedly, "The constellation is right above Feng Mo!"

"You make it sound so easy, but do you even know how big this 'nearby' actually is?"

Qin Sang rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

His worst fears came true. He finally arrived at the place indicated by the stars, but he was unable to pinpoint the true location of the Qilin's origin from the stars.

If nothing unexpected happens, the origin of the Qilin should be in the Wind Desert, which is the foremost of the seven forbidden areas of the Great Wind Plains.

Is this a coincidence? Is the Qilin's essence hidden in Fengmo, or was Fengmo born because the Qilin's essence descended here?

Qin Sang recalled the scene of the Qilin inheritance, the stream of fire that descended from the sky.

Regardless of the dangers in the desert, searching such a large area would take a considerable amount of time. Moreover, the Qilin's true nature is undoubtedly hidden extremely deep, so we can only place our hopes on the little Qilin.

At this moment, the little Qilin beside him opened its eyes.

Qin Sang and Zhu Que looked over with hope, only to see the little Qilin looking apologetic, and their last hope was shattered.

"Search!"

After a moment of silence, Qin Sang made a decision in a deep voice: the only option was to use the brute force method and search inch by inch!

First, we need to determine the exact size of the area corresponding to the celestial phenomena, and then start with the most dangerous places, as those places are most likely to contain the origin of the Qilin.

The little Qilin is of utmost importance.

Qin Sang pondered the Qilin's thoughts; it couldn't possibly leave behind a legacy that could never be opened. Qin Sang suspected that perhaps the distance wasn't close enough yet, and that the little Qilin would definitely have a chance to prove itself later.

Soon after, Qin Sang received a gray feather talisman, informing her that the banshee had made the arrangements. She then rushed to the agreed location, joined the herb-gathering team, and entered the Wind Desert together. (End of Chapter)