if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Qin Sang couldn't help but chuckle, truly wondering how such a descendant could have been raised from the formidable Swallowing Thunder Falcon.Th...The ground sank.

The disciple guarding the deep cave was cultivating in his cave abode.

Qin Sang stealthily arrived, finding the gap from before, and landed on that stone platform.

He first took out the Shaoyin Magnetic Jar, filled it with sinister Qi, and then waved his hand to set up a large formation that concealed their auras, summoning two corpse puppets.

Just one step left, to refine the soul and integrate it into the body, then success will be achieved. However, this step is also the most difficult one, Qin Sang was not confident in his heart.

Once the refinement failed, the Corpse Qi Sea was destroyed, and it could only be used to create a zombie as consolation. A Heaven Corpse Talisman and the body of a Foundation Establishment cultivator were wasted like this.

It's better to just kill them and then turn them into a corpse puppet.

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The art of refining corpses is indeed powerful, but the price is also very high. Not only are the materials rare and hard to find, but each step is full of uncertainty. It's no wonder that disciples of the Corpse Sect can't achieve one living corpse per person.

Qin Sang had already practiced the process countless times in his mind. After checking the corpse refinement, he began to prepare.

Two reanimated corpses have some leeway.

The young man in fine clothes was a level weaker than Liang Yan, so Qin Sang started with him.

Invoking spiritual energy, he summoned a surge of sinister qi from the earth and subdued it. Upon injecting this qi into the Corpse's spirit sea, it triggered a fierce resistance from the Corpse's internal spiritual power.

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Three days later, Qin Sang emerged from the earth's depression, his face somewhat gloomy.

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It's no wonder he was in a bad mood. Of these two corpses, only one was successfully revived. Thankfully, the strongest one, Liang Yan, was the success.

As for the young men in fine attire, during the clash of spiritual power and earth-sha energy, their dantians were completely destroyed. Qin Sang could only turn them into zombie cannon fodder.

Liang Yan's Qi Hai also suffered considerable damage, and he almost failed. Fortunately, he managed to recover.

Qin Sang turned his head to glance at the deep pit. He had left the corpse refining within it, allowing it to bathe in the Earthly Evil Qi and nurture itself for a period of time before recovering on its own.

The three most important things are to complete two of them, and the last one is to go back to the sect to inquire about the scriptures of Ziwei Palace in the pagoda peak. I don't know if they are included.

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The rest were just trivial matters. At the appointed time, he would go to Tianduan Mountain to meet with Yunyouzi. He rode the Nether Cloud straight to Guyuanguo Xianglongshan. Huilongguan was his apparent dwelling place. If anyone else had business with him, they would leave a sound transmission talisman there.

After opening the restrictions of Huilongguan, Qin Sang discovered that a considerable number of sound transmission talismans had accumulated inside. Talismans of various colors were trapped within the great formation, flitting about like mayflies, twinkling in the darkness.

Qin Sang patiently restrained himself, one by one, he came over to inspect them.

There were also some notices left by fellow disciples according to tradition, and many passing cultivators who sensed the presence of a spiritual array in Huilong Guan, left messages hoping to make connections.

There are also some messages from acquaintances, such as Shopkeeper Wu, Brother Wen, and Zhuang Yan.

What surprised Qin Sang was that there was even a letter from Granny Jing, the senior who had opened a secret shop at Asking Moon Pavilion Market, inviting him to help out, promising a generous reward.

...and it wasn't a task published by other fellow cultivators in the secret store, but rather issued under Jing PoPo's own name.

Calculating the time, it was just around when he set off for the Ancient Immortal Battlefield, so naturally, he couldn't respond to Old Lady Jing.

Holding the sound transmission talisman, Qin Sang pondered silently.

Upon her first encounter with Granny Jing, she gave Qin Sang a feeling of mystery that was impossible to see through. After several interactions, the impression deepened, especially Granny Jing's longstanding insistence on the secret shop rules, which made Qin Sang feel very good.

Many of the members of the secret store are cultivators at the Qi Refining stage, which is a good channel.

It's never a bad thing to form a good relationship with Granny Jing.

I didn't know about this message before, but now that it's back, it's best to go in person and explain everything clearly. It won't take much time.

More than 90% of the sound transmission talismans were useless. Qin Sang stayed at Huilong Temple for an hour, tidying things up before disappearing towards Shaohua Mountain.

Ask the Moon Pavilion Market.

For decades, the market has remained largely unchanged.

Qin Sang walked down the street, his destination being Wu shopkeeper's store. There were a few flying talismans left by Wu shopkeeper in Huilong Temple, and particularly in recent years, he almost left one every year. The most recent one was two months ago.

Although the note only contained greetings, Qin Sang estimated from the frequency that Wu shopkeeper might have encountered something.

He was planning to ask Master Wu to help him refine a few magic weapons, so he came straight over. If Master Wu's matter wasn't too big, he would be happy to lend a hand within his capabilities.

The shop was still open at its original location. Qin Sang's footsteps faltered, his gaze swept past 'Li Mansion' across from the shop, and then he stepped inside.

"Greetings, senior! I wonder what you're here for Are you looking to purchase a magic artifact, or perhaps refine one"

In the shop, Mr. Wu was not there, only an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy. Seeing Qin Sang walk in, he immediately came up warmly, offering tea and showing him to a seat, his temperament quite lively.

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The youth was also a cultivator. When Qin Sang saw the youth's appearance, his eyes flashed. He took a sip of tea and said, "Where is Daoist Wu"

The young man let out an 'ah' and said, "So Senior knows Master I shall go inform Master right away."

Master

Qin Sang looked at the young man's back, a playful smile on her lips.

Not long after the boy left, a hurried set of footsteps could be heard in the backyard.

Then, Mr. Wu, now with completely silver hair, hurried out. A young boy ran after him.

“Qin Daoist friend! Over thirty years have passed, how are you doing” Wu shopkeeper walked three steps in two, reaching Qin Sang’s front. His expression and voice both held a hint of excitement.

Qin Sang rose to greet him, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and replied, "Greetings, Wu Dao-friend. How are you"

Before he left Mount Shaohua, Wu the Shopkeeper was still a robust middle-aged man. Now, his youthful black hair has turned white with age.

> Master Wu’s foundation was not yet complete, and the passage of time was evident on him.

"Fellow cultivator, your bearing remains as impressive as ever. Wu [the speaker] has grown old and frail, alas! Shame on me, shame on me!" The shopkeeper, Wu, nearly covered his face in embarrassment and sighed deeply.

They sat opposite each other, talking about their deep feelings.

The young man stood quietly aside, secretly observing Qin Sang.

A youthful heart, unversed in disguise, held a curiosity and anticipation easily detected in their eyes.

After finishing a pot of tea, Qin Sang put down his cup and looked at the young man who was pouring tea. With a pleasant smile, he asked, "What's your name"

The boy glanced at Master Wu, who smiled but said nothing.

"Reporting to the seniors, my name is Song Yi."

"Song Yi..."

Qin Sang nodded slightly and asked again, "What is Song Ying and Song Chengxian to you"

As soon as Qin Sang entered the shop and saw the boy, she felt that his eyebrows held a familiar air.

Handsome and graceful, he resembles his brother and sister Song Hua and Song Ying very much.

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Song Chengxian is Song Ying's son. After breaking through to the foundation-building stage, Qin Sang returned to the Song family as promised. Although he did not take Song Chengxian as a disciple, he left him with a foundation-building pill to repay the Song family.

"To my senior, Song Ying is my grandmother and Song Chengxian is my uncle," Song Yi replied.s done!"Qin Sang felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.It looks effortless, but it takes a lot of effort in reality.A single slash down.The spirit formation is still the same as...