Gateway of Immortality

Chapter 113: The Sect Leader's Sword

Inside the wooden hall on Dao Peak.

After Qin Sang consulted Senior Uncle Wen on how to refine the Foundation Building Pill, he did not rush to leave. Instead, he took out two middle-grade spirit stones and respectfully offered them to Senior Uncle Wen with both hands.

Senior Uncle Wen glanced at Qin Sang, his expression unmoved, and said calmly, "Junior Nephew Qin, what is the meaning of this?"

Qin Sang replied sincerely, "As the saying goes, ‘Skills are not easily passed down.’ I have greatly benefited from Senior Uncle Wen’s guidance, and I am deeply grateful. I don’t know how to repay Senior Uncle for his kindness, and looking at myself, these worldly items are all I can offer. I hope Senior Uncle Wen will not disdain them."

In truth, his heart ached. He only had eight middle-grade spirit stones in total, and one of them had already been partially depleted during the fight with Sun De.

Although Senior Uncle Ye had spoken kindly after Qin Sang refused to sell the Foundation Building Pill, Qin Sang keenly sensed that Senior Uncle Ye's gaze had turned cold.

Now that he had the Foundation Building Pill in hand, if nothing went wrong with the Yan Luo Banner, Qin Sang could simply focus on cultivation, ignoring everyone else. He could live freely, like a wild bird, until he broke through to the Foundation Building Realm. At that point, he would be on equal footing with others—who would fear whom?

But for now, that was not possible. He needed to secure more support for himself.

Of course, the reason he offered spirit stones to Senior Uncle Wen wasn’t solely because of Senior Uncle Ye.

Establishing a connection with a Foundation Building cultivator had long been Qin Sang’s goal. Now that he no longer had the backing of the Soul Pill, this goal had become even more urgent.

The mysterious orchid still lay in his Mustard Seed Pouch, and to this day, he didn’t know what kind of spiritual herb it was, what pills it could be refined into, or what effects it had.

If he could not break through to the Foundation Building Realm, Qin Sang was prepared to offer the orchid in exchange for his future prospects.

What good would the mysterious orchid be if he couldn't reach Foundation Building Realm?

Unless it was a herb capable of granting immortality, even if it could help a Golden Core Realm cultivator break through to the Spiritual Infant Realm, it would be as unattainable as a mirage, and would be of no use to him.

There was an uncomfortable truth he didn’t want to acknowledge: without the support of the Soul Pill, how likely was it that he could form a Golden Core? How far could he go in the future? Qin Sang didn’t even dare to think about it, afraid of falling into despair.

Of course, such drastic actions would only be taken as a last resort, when all efforts had failed, and he had no other path.

Before he could finish speaking, a deafening howl of a sword echoed from outside. Senior Uncle Wen’s expression changed drastically, and in an instant, he disappeared from where he stood. The next moment, he was already outside the wooden hall.

What incredible speed!

Qin Sang’s heart trembled. He hadn’t even seen how Senior Uncle Wen moved—just a blur before his eyes, and he was already outside. This was the gap between their cultivation levels!

"Senior Uncle Wen, what happened?"

Qin Sang rushed to Senior Uncle Wen’s side and followed his gaze toward the depths of Shaohua Mountain. Among the sea of clouds between the mountains, the grand outline of Shaohua Mountain could be faintly seen. At its peak, an immense white sword qi shot straight into the sky, its imposing momentum shaking the heavens. The lingering howl echoed unceasingly, reverberating throughout the entire sect.

What surprised Qin Sang even more was that upon hearing the howl, the ebony sword in his Qihai began to tremble, as if in fear and submission!

At that moment, beams of sword light suddenly lit up from various peaks, streaking across the sky like meteors as they rushed toward Shaohua Mountain, creating a magnificent scene.

"The sect leader's sword is summoning me. Junior Nephew Qin, please feel free to go about your business."

Leaving this message behind, Senior Uncle Wen transformed into a beam of sword light and hurried away.

There were still so many questions Qin Sang hadn’t had the chance to ask.

Feeling helpless, Qin Sang summoned his Sky Shuttle and flew toward the mountain gate. As he traveled, he reflected on Senior Uncle Wen’s words. The art used by Senior Qingzhu was only suitable for Foundation Building cultivators, so there was no point in thinking about it for now.

Senior Uncle Wen had mentioned that the art had significant risks. Qin Sang wondered what kind of risks—if they pertained to the primordial spirit, perhaps the Jade Buddha could help mitigate them. Once he broke through to the Foundation Building Realm, he could look into it further.

Ultimately, the most important task was to first break through to the Foundation Building Realm to secure his future.

Qin Sang sighed softly. After arriving at the Sunken Cave, he descended, closed off his cave dwelling, and cultivated quietly for a while. However, after some time, he noticed only a minuscule improvement in his cultivation, which left him feeling frustrated. He woke from his meditative state, staring up at the pitch-black stone ceiling above him for a long while.

Finally, Qin Sang retrieved the three Foundation Building Pills from his Mustard Seed Pouch.

1. This is a direct translation of a Chinese saying, meaning that with money, one can do whatever they like. ☜

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