Forbidden Land of Death

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"This sand is of a very high grade..." Qin Yi couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "It's precisely because of this sand that the entire hall has become ethereal and dreamlike. If it were used to refine Law Treasure..."

"So everyone else comes here to hunt for treasure," Li Qingjun said, arms crossed. "Can you at least get up from the ground before you speak?"

"Cough cough." Qin Yi scrambled to his feet, looking at them with an innocent expression.

The two women found his expression amusing, knowing that he was deliberately testing the waters by putting his arm around both of their shoulders at the same time. He was acting cute after getting beaten up, so they couldn't True Qi.

Li Qingjun ignored him and went to collect the Yin Illusion Sand gathered by the Wooden Figure. The Yin Illusion Sand had originally floated and swirled in the air, its quantity indistinguishable, but after the Wooden Figure collected it all, they found there was quite a lot, perhaps a dozen liters. Even Liusu emerged this time, sighing, "This quantity is truly enormous; even back then, it was rare. This realm hasn't been opened for a long time..."

Li Qingjun tilted her head to look at it, her expression still quite strange. This round Little Ghost spoke in a precocious tone...

Liusu added, "You silly girl, wipe your spear with this sand and let Qin Yi's sacrificial fire refine it for you."

Li Qingjun was taken aback. "What?"

"It makes your shots unpredictable, so others can't anticipate your movements."

Li Qingjun was delighted. Her marksmanship was straightforward and lacked a certain ethereal quality, so this auxiliary effect was quite valuable to her.

Li Qingjun and Liusu were playing in the sand, while Cheng Cheng was glancing sideways at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi broke out in a cold sweat. "You... you went to play in the sand too? Isn't sand very beneficial to your fox clan's illusions?"

"I'm not a fox spirit; my usefulness is only to my palace maids." Cheng Cheng crossed her arms. "Don't change the subject. Zheng Yunyi said he tried to kill your woman. Who was he referring to?"

Li Qingjun quietly turned her head to look over.

Qin Yi was drenched in cold sweat. You've been holding this question in for a long time, haven't you?

Cheng Cheng smiled and asked, "Are you referring to your Senior Sister?"

"Uh..." Zheng Yunyi didn't seem to have tried to kill his Senior Sister, but it would be easier to explain Cheng Cheng he misunderstood her as his Senior Sister, so Qin Yi acquiesced.

"So this woman refers to my Senior Sister."

"Uh-huh..."

Cheng Cheng drawled, "Then who is the Witch of the Great Qian Dynasty?"

Qin Yi's eyes widened. Oh no, he'd been tricked by that vixen.

"He was probably trying to kill that Witch, which means she's your woman. And you just admitted that your Senior Sister is also your woman." Cheng Cheng reached out and gently stroked his chest. "You're pretty good, Brother Qin Yi."

Qin Yi wanted to cry but had no tears.

"However..." Cheng Cheng gently stroked his face with her slender hand, "In the illusion, was it me you saw?"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm." Qin Yi nodded vigorously.

Cheng Cheng maintained a straight face, but couldn't hide the secret joy in her eyes. This damned Peach Blossom Spirit, covered in peach blossoms, actually saw herself in the illusion. Not only herself, but also able to accurately distinguish which part of the illusion was real—that meant she understood her real self very well!

Commendable!

Qin Yi was just letting out a sigh of relief when he saw Li Qingjun standing beside him with a stern face, "So you mean you didn't see me?"

It's over...

Qin Yi was caught in a dilemma, unsure how to respond, so he simply grabbed her gun and said, "This humble servant will help the Princess refine her gun..."

Liusu suddenly said, "Don't be fooled. He's helping you forge a spear now, but he's thinking about making you take his bullet later."

"You stinky brat, I'll remember you!" Qin Yi decisively crouched down to defend himself, covering his head.

After enduring a severe beating, Qin Yi pitifully sat on the ground practicing his spear technique.

Martial Cultivation weapon forging and Law Treasure refining are not the same thing, but this method of coating a layer of sand on it can also be used in the refining of magic Law Treasure. Qin Yi's sacrificial fire is very effective for this, and the temperature is just right.

Cheng Cheng, Li Qingjun, and a Little Ghost sat in front of him, watching him control the fire and refine the spear, like they were having a small meeting around a campfire.

They were already planning to spend more time apart from Zheng Yunyi, and being "trapped" in this hall was a perfect excuse for them to make more preparations.

On the surface, this battle seemed easier due to Zheng Yunyi's sudden cooperation, but in reality, it might not have been easy. The enemy likely had several peak-level Tengyun cultivators hidden among them, and it was uncertain how effective Zheng Yunyi's methods as an inside agent would be. Even so, Qin Yi wasn't really worried about Tengyun-level opponents.

Most importantly, what would happen once the Main Altar was activated was something that even the Witcher themselves might not truly understand, let alone Zheng Yunyi.

Knowing that it can summon malevolent spirits and that there are methods to control them is not a problem. The problem lies in the fact that this is a realm that has not been opened for tens of thousands of years. After the changes in the Yin Realm over the millennia, could any unknown changes occur in such a special setting as the altar? The traditions known to those Witcher may not be reliable in this matter.

Many people wouldn't consider this point. Most people, upon receiving a legacy, would act as if they were absolutely certain when exploring related secret places, and many wise men are no exception. But Qin Yi, who possessed the Liusu, knew very well that tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes had changed so much that even what the Liusu itself had witnessed was no longer reliable. Could they really be certain of everything based on a mere legacy?

This is an inauspicious place; everything should be handled with the highest level of vigilance.

Qin Yi had been through a series of fierce battles, leaving him both injured and exhausted. The suppression of Lu Longting's Sword Qi within his body hadn't even completely dissipated, so his current strength was far from optimal. Normally, he would need to take medicine, meditate, and rest for a whole day to fully recover. Now, he could only take advantage of this break to take a pill, hoping to recover as much as possible and at least heal his internal injuries before considering anything else.

In the distance, Lu Longting emerged from a dark formation, his white robes and sword attire somewhat tattered, panting as he looked back.

This place is too dangerous, with all sorts of strange terrain, strange formations, and inexplicable mechanical puppets and ancient bloodthirsty vengeful spirits... His strength is not at its peak at the moment, and he is having a very hard time fighting.

A faint regret crept in; he shouldn't have barged in like that... But the Scheming Sect members had entered first, and everyone else had rushed in. The Penglai Sword Pavilion couldn't just stand by and watch their doorstep be emptied without doing anything, so naturally they came too. Thinking about it now, it really was a mistake.

I have a feeling that I've fallen into a trap.

Even though my skill level is above average among my peers, I still had such a hard time. What about the others?

How many will die?

Especially those who chased after the Law Treasure's radiant light... Lu Longting had a vague premonition that very likely none of them would return.

He was Martial Cultivation and had no interest in those kinds of Law Treasure, so he didn't get involved in the excitement. Now that he thinks about it, it was clearly a trap.

Just as he was thinking this, a person stumbled out from the direction of the Law Treasure's light. Upon seeing Lu Longting, he was overjoyed. "Senior Brother Lu, please help me!"

Lu Longting focused his eyes and looked carefully. In the darkness, he recognized Ting Feng from the Limitless Sect, who was badly injured.

He frowned and approached, asking, "What happened?"

Ting Feng run over breathlessly, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and wanted to lean on Lu Longting when he got to his side.

Lu Longting moved half a step away, not because he didn't want to help, but because these white-clad swordsmen were inevitably a bit aloof and fastidious, and didn't like to get too close to people.

Ting Feng paused for a moment, then handed over a bead.

"What is this?"

"This is the Law Treasure that just appeared. Several people have died fighting for it." Ting Feng said sincerely, "I am seriously injured now. If this treasure is with me, it will surely be taken by others. It would be better to hand it over to Senior Brother Lu for protection. I only ask to leave this place safely now."

Lu Longting looked at the bead and hesitated for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "We are single-mindedly focused on the sword, so we don't need or use such things."

He handed her a pill, saying, "You should use it to heal your wounds."

Ting Feng's eyes showed a strange look as he reached out and took the pill.

Just as his fingers lightly touched the medicine, Lu Longting instinctively sensed something was wrong and quickly withdrew his hand. A sharp, cold glint shot out from Ting Feng's fingertip, narrowly missing his finger.

Lu Longting flew into a rage, drew his sword, and pointed it. "Such behavior is hardly Righteous Path!"

A wave of fear washed over me. If he had attacked earlier, my junior sister would probably be collecting his corpse.

It seems that being a germaphobe has its advantages...

"Hehehe..." Ting Feng laughed eerily, his whole body slowly changing. In Lu Longting's astonished gaze, he transformed into a black demon with long horns and Blood Markings patterns all over his body, with a huge mouth split open on his lower abdomen and ferocious fangs.