The cultivation of the venerable master was already at the peak of the middle stage of Nascent Soul, only one step away from the late stage.

At this moment, he possesses formidable strength comparable to that of a great cultivator!

This secret technique is actually a method of inflicting double harm. Once the technique's duration ends, Venerable Chengyuan must meditate for decades to make up for the depletion.

But he still cast the spell without hesitation.

The opposing side has two high-level experts.

The reinforcements couldn't arrive in time.

The primary function of the temple's protective spirit array is to repel enemies. Since the enemy has already succeeded, they will naturally focus on fleeing. The restricting power of the spirit array will be greatly diminished.

The relic is said to be the result of Master Hongyi's failed breakthrough, and it is easy to associate its function with this.

Master Chengyuan has been stuck at the bottleneck of the Yuan Ying late stage for many years, unable to glimpse the path forward. The meaning of this relic to him is self-evident and cannot be jeopardized.

No matter the cost, I am willing to pay it!

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Master Chengyuan was a highly accomplished monk. It was common for him to sit in meditation for decades at a time. His unwavering mental state was the highest level of existence in the world, and few external things could cause ripples in his thoughts.

At this moment, Master Chengyuan's face was full of murderous intent, his eyes like knives.

The relics are related to the disputes over the great Dao.

Once missed, this life may forever stop here.

When cultivators encounter such an opportunity, they will definitely go all out and fight to the death!

Qin Sang's mind shifted from the relic and landed on Venerable Chengyuan. Sensing a shift in Venerable Chengyuan's aura, his gaze deepened slightly, knowing he had met a formidable opponent.

"Whoosh!"

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Fengyi's wings beat rapidly, Qin Sang's movements flowed like water, turning into a bolt of lightning and instantly flying out of the forest of pagodas, escaping towards the outside of the temple.

Although he was fast, his speed was still inferior to that of Venerable Chengyuan who moved swiftly with the aid of a spiritual formation.

Just after crossing the bamboo forest behind Zhulan Temple, Qin Sang saw the air in front of him rippling. The figure of Venerable Chengyuan appeared out of thin air, appearing in front of him as if teleporting.

Before the figure of the venerated elder fully materialized, a flash of blade light suddenly erupted.

The blade’s edge originated from the heart of Venerable Cheng Yuan.

The blade is only four fingers long, shaped like a bird feather, light and thin as silk.

This is a sword of discipline!

This is also the personal treasure of Master Chengyuan.

Give up the sword.

The Sword of Discipline.

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In the hands of venerable Cheng Yuan, it was an unquestionable weapon of killing and destruction.

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<<<　A master meditates in the tranquility of a cliff face, Venerable Chengyuan's hands have long been free from bloodshed. His sword remains sheathed, like a tiger in a cage, though its ferocity remains undiminished. Yet, Venerable Chengyuan has channeled all killing intent into his swordsmanship, nurturing it over years.

As soon as it was drawn from its sheath, the blade's light split the sun.

A murderous autumn wind, a road full of sorrow!

Qin Sang's vision was completely occupied by the dagger. The sun seemed to be split in two.

It is deep autumn.

Affected by the blade's intent, the surrounding area grew even colder, as if plunged into a winter deep freeze.

“It’s not a fake relic.”

Qin Sang narrowed his eyes, his expression calm.

Sensing the aura of the戒刀, I judged that this treasure was a top-grade magic weapon.

Perhaps this is a particular advantage of Buddhist practice.

Qin Sang noticed that many Buddhist cultivators in the Western Desert had stronger spiritual senses than cultivators of the same rank.

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As expected, the divine consciousness of Venerable Chengyuan has reached the realm of physical transformation and can cultivate the "Jiyuan Technique." However, the power of the Saber remains within the scope of magic treasures.

From this, it can be seen that esoteric arts like the , which nurture false spiritual treasures, are not common in Zhongzhou. At least they are not widely known in Ximo.

After his last encounter with the cultivator from Bājǐngguān, Qin Sang had thought that, besides the Sunsage Tree, none of his other treasures held any advantage in Zhōngzhōu. Therefore, he tried to overestimate the strength of Chéngyuān Zūnzhě and refrained from acting rashly.

Of course, it's also possible that Venerable Cheng Yuan is focused on breaking through and doesn't want to be distracted by external matters. Cultivating the Ritual of Offering Primordial Essence requires a great deal of effort.

Cultivators still prioritize realms. This time would be better spent seeking opportunities for breakthroughs.

In any case, without false spiritual treasures, even if Venerable Chengyuan was a true great cultivator, Qin Sang wouldn't be afraid, let alone someone who had forcibly raised their level.

"What a good knife skill!"

Qin Sang let out a shout, the demonic banner before him rustling ominously.

The blade flashed toward Qin Sang, who was locked by the saber.

Although it was merely a top-grade magical artifact, Venerable Chengyuan had nurtured the sword intent within for countless years. The first time the Saber of Restraint was unsheathed, its power was extraordinary and should not be underestimated.

If it were another Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator, a single misstep could result in being cleaved in two by a blade.

Qin Sang's brow throbbed with pain, as if she were about to be split in half.

He remained calm, abruptly halting his escape with light, and unleashing the demonic flames!

The black demonic fire coalesced into a cloud, and wherever it spread, mountains, rocks, and bamboo turned to ash. The demonic fire suddenly retracted inwards, transforming into a fiery dragon that reared its head and soared into the sky, charging straight towards the Demon-Slashing Sword!

The storm carried out its journey for decades, spending almost all of that time cultivating the "Fire Seed Golden Lotus." Qin Sang's divine sense grew greatly, and the Fire Lotus refined more demon fire. Naturally, the number of demon fires controlled by the Fire Lotus increased, and their power rose accordingly.

Sensing the aura of the Magma Flame Dragon, Venerable Chen Yuan's heart trembled.

"Whoosh!"

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The blade sliced into the Hellfire Dragon's body, piercing from its head straight through to its abdomen.

The thin dagger was incredibly sharp.

The upper half of the Magfire Flame Dragon was cut open, its tail connected, transforming it into a two-headed black python.

But when the blade cleaved through the demonic fire, most of its intent was dissipated. Qin Sang flapped his wings simultaneously as he formed the Lotus Seal with his heart and dodged sideways.

"Fake Spirit Treasure!"

Ching Yuan, the venerable one, uttered a low cry. His fingers moved like wheels, swiftly forming a hand seal.

Suddenly, the wind picked up on the mountaintop and clouds gathered.

The temple's protective spirit formation descended, bathing everything in ten thousand rays of golden light.

As the saying goes, swiftness is crucial in warfare.

If the monks of Zhulan Temple can arrive in time and join forces to manipulate the temple's protective spirit array, reinforcing Master Chengyuan, the pressure Qin Sang faces will greatly increase.

But from the moment Qin Sang and Liuli made their move, it was just a fleeting instant. The monks of Zhulan Temple had only just been scattered throughout the various parts of the temple, going about their duties. Even though they were well-trained, how could they compare to the swiftness of a Yuan Ying cultivator?

The disciples responsible for guarding the spirit array could only maintain its basic defensive capabilities, forming a golden light shield that covered Zhu Lan Temple. However, the speed at which they changed the array formation was far too slow to keep up with the battle.

When the monks realized the gravity of the situation, they were all filled with rage and rushed towards the back mountain.

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For now, venerable Master Chengyuan can only do his best with both hands and one mind, personally commanding the front line.

Qin Sang looked up, his eyes met with a dazzling golden light. Golden rain poured down from the sky, like having the sun at their back. He hurriedly activated the Ruyi Orb within him, activating a protective energy shield around his body.

At the same time, as the seal shifted, demonic flames erupted into the sky, transforming into a swirling black cloud that hung above.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The golden light was like arrows, covering the sky and earth.

Flames leaped and danced within the dark clouds, flickering somewhat erratically.

Venerable Chengyuan pressed forward relentlessly, his sword trembling as he prepared to strike again. Suddenly, two eerie "hum" sounds reverberated through the air, causing his spirit to shudder.

"Trivial skills!"

A flush of blood appeared on Master Chengyuan's withered face. He opened his mouth and roared, the sound of a bell echoing from within him, accompanied by flickering shadows of bells outside his body. However, the range was much smaller than before, only covering his head, shaking rapidly.

He knew Qin Sang possessed powerful spiritual awareness and was the most formidable opponent he had ever encountered. Naturally, he had to guard against such attacks targeting his soul essence.

This bronze bell is a defensive treasure, it can not only protect the body, but its ringing also has special power that can protect one's soul.

The bell's chime dispelled the hum and ha, greatly weakening the power of the soul-binding incantation. Furthermore, Venerable Chengyuan's divine consciousness was inherently powerful, suffering only negligible harm. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Qin Sang didn't expect to seriously injure Venerable Chengyuan with the .

His purpose is to create opportunities for Liuli!

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As the Venerable Chenyuan's primordial spirit was attacked, Liuli arrived just in time. Employing her old trick, she silently spread the icy light of the Ice Spirit towards the base of Venerable Chenyuan's being, and then it suddenly erupted.

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Unfortunately, the opponent was also a top-tier veteran who had seen countless battles. The same tactics were unlikely to be effective again.

Lord Chengyuan had long been aware of Liuli's movements. He shed the 《Shèhūn Zhēnyán》 and immediately teleported away, causing the Bingpo Divine Light to miss its mark.

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Qin Sang's eyes flashed.

He has spent years researching the protective spirit formation of the Zhi Lan Temple, and his efforts have not been in vain.

With the help of the Heavenly Eye divine ability, he could sense the changes in the aura of the spirit formation. He was able to judge the approximate range where Venerable Chengyuan had moved to. Immediately, he commanded his demonic fire, changed direction, and charged towards a stretch of empty space.

Time is fleeting, and such judgments inevitably contain deviations. Furthermore, the demon fire is dispersed, resulting in a reduction in its power.

At the edge where the demonic flames engulfed, Venerable Chengyuan appeared. With his jeweled sword circling him, he slashed dozens of times, each blade of energy blooming like lotuses, repelling the encroaching demonic fire.

At the same time, Master Chengyuan chanted Buddha's name and formed a single-handed earth-touching gesture. Suddenly, a golden ring rose from the ground.

The position of the golden ring was right beneath Qin Sang.

This was the only way Venerable Chengyuan could think of to keep Qin Sang's relic after seeing his power. He secretly gathered most of the temple guardian spirit array's power here, setting a trap.

Once ensnared by the Golden Ring, Qin Sang would be trapped within a cage. If he wanted to escape, it would take much effort. By then, reinforcements would have arrived, and the masters from various temples would join forces, cornering the two bandits at the Zhulan Temple, trapping them like fish in a net.

The golden ring soars into the sky, as swift as lightning.

Qin Sang seemed to be at a loss, his brow furrowed tightly.

Elder Cheng Yuan tilted his sword slightly, aiming it at Liu Li to prevent her from saving the person. At the same time, he poured all his power into the spirit formation, imprisoning Qin Sang.

At that moment, the place where Liuli was suddenly filled with a surge of cold light.

When Venerable Chengyuan's gaze fell upon a strangely shaped small seal, his heart skipped a beat.

“Roar!”

On a cold day, the celestial serpent Tengshe revives.

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A roar echoed through the oasis, and devout mortals who were praying, hearing the sound, looked up in terror at the sky. A terrifying monster appeared above them, gnashing its teeth and tearing through the golden rays of sunlight with a menacing air.

The Jinsha Buddha has disappeared, seemingly swallowed whole by a monster.

Everyone wept, their cries filled with anguish.

The Four-Dismounting Serpent Seal was given to Liuli. After many years of refining, it has recognized her as its master.

Although Liuli's cultivation was inferior to Tong Lingyu's, in her hands, the spiritual treasure seemed to possess even greater power, and Liuli didn't appear to be exerting herself too much.

This is the biggest difference between Lingbao recognizing its master and *The Tongbao Jue*.

“Wow!”

The Tengshe struck down swiftly.

"Genuine Spirit Treasure!"

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Master Chengyuan's composure was shattered. His mind was in turmoil, and he cried out in shock.

True Lingbao are rare even in Zhongzhou.

Because Lingbao (soul treasures) are extremely difficult to refine, even if someone goes through great hardships to refine their natal soul treasure to the level of a soul treasure, after the master's death, the soul essence of the soul treasure will dissipate and fall back to the level of a magic treasure, unable to be inherited.

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A mysterious and powerful being who wields mystical artifacts.

One possesses a mystical art, their spiritual awareness rivaling that of a great cultivator. They wield a counterfeit spiritual treasure.

Such people are rare even among the top sects in the Central Plains. When did these two top masters appear in the cultivation world?

The Teng Snake is ferocious and vicious, its icy flames scorching the face.

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Master Chengyuan was preoccupied with something else and didn't even notice Qin Sang. He hurriedly moved away to avoid his sharp gaze.

Unexpectedly, the Tengshe changed direction abruptly. Instead of rescuing Qin Sang, it joined forces with the demonic fire and, amidst countless astonished gazes, charged towards the light shield covering the sky.

'Boom!'

A golden light shot into the sky.

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Even mountains will crumble.

The lake in the oasis surged with waves unlike any seen before.

Icy flames and demonic fire engulfed the sky, an endless torrent of raging flames indistinguishable from one another.

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Watching helplessly as the protective spirit array of the temple was smashed open from within, creating a fissure.

At the same time, the golden hoop scattered due to the tremor of the spirit formation, appearing flawed.

Qin Sang took the opportunity to escape.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside the temple.

"Senior Brother Chengyuan, Kongyu has come to help you!"

The sound rolled in, growing louder as it approached.

Master Kongyü.

Luo Luo Temple, one of the Seven Stars of the Great Sea, is home to a high monk with a cultivation base in the mid-Yuan Ying stage.

The name "Luo Luo Temple" is rather unusual. It takes its name from the Luo Luo tree, a unique spirit tree found in the vast sea.

Zhu Lan Temple is located in the east of this oasis, Luo Luo Temple is located to the east of Zhu Lan Temple, adjacent to it, and is the closest temple to Zhu Lan Temple among the Six Great Temples.

Master Kongyu indeed arrived first.

The sound was driven by true energy, like thunder resonating in the ears.

The next moment, a monk in saffron robes appeared above the Zhulan Temple.

Empty Island Master held a purple gold alms bowl in his left hand. His eyes were like lightning, and at a glance he saw the shattered light barrier. With a flick of his wrist, he used the alms bowl to block the fissure.

Suddenly, a gust of wind shot from the side, it was Jin Chen Jian.

From beginning to end, Qin Sang's avatar always stayed outside the temple. This was done for two purposes: to intercept reinforcements and prevent them from arriving too quickly, and to be ready to cooperate with a coordinated attack from within the temple to break through the enemy lines.

The process of treasure hunting was smoother than expected.

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Qin Sang hadn't used the Sun God Tree yet.

There's another one outside!

When the monks of Zhi Lan Temple saw that Kongyu, the venerable one, had come to their aid, hope flared in their eyes only to be extinguished again.

Master Chengyuan was even more enraged, but he laughed.

Three Nascent Soul mid-stage experts were making a scene around the small Zhulan Temple. I don't know whether to be angry or feel honored.

'Whoosh!'

Sword qi is approaching.

Kongyu Venerable didn't expect there were powerful enemies lurking outside the temple. He was startled and quickly turned his alms bowl, aiming its mouth at the sword qi and unleashing purple-gold arcane light.

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With a dull thud, the sword light was swallowed by the purple-gold mystic light. The momentum of the Golden Depths Sword was halted, and the figure of Elder Kongyu trembled, shifting hundreds of meters away.

Although unharmed, he was powerless to stop the enemy at Zilan Temple.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two figures flashed in the cracks.

Beyond the oasis.

A vast sea of sand.

A few Bodhi trees stood lonely in the yellow sand, providing some shade for passing monks.

At this time, beneath the Bodhi tree sat one person.

This person wore a wide-brimmed hat, concealing their face, yet they were dressed in heavenly robes and adorned with jewels, just like a bodhisattva in the world. It was none other than the renowned Moonlit Bodhisattva.

The surrounding monks gathered closely.

Seeing the fearless and bold attire of the Moonlight Bodhisattva, every young monk's eyes were filled with anger.

Even venerable masters like Chengzhen and Guanhui could disregard such behavior, their words flying back and forth as they focused on the debate about Buddhist scriptures.

Right at the height of the intensity.

Suddenly, the venerable Chengzhen closed his mouth, startled, and bowed his head. A sound of jingling came from the chime around his waist, as it split in two. All the monks heard the sound and their faces changed color, falling silent.

The temple has changed!

“Well, esteemed monks, are you going to concede? Then perhaps the scriptures in your temple's library should remain here.”

The Moon Goddess remained enigmatic, a faint smile gracing her lips as she spoke in a voice that seemed to drift on the breeze.

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