Qin Hao Preaches; Intimate Contact with Wan'er's Wife

"Boom!"

On this day, the main peak where the War God Temple stood suddenly trembled.

A surging wave of blood energy shot straight into the clouds, resembling a dragon of blood.

Everyone watched as a figure radiating precious light stepped through the void, appearing like a solemn and heroic deity.

"We pay our respects to the Senior!"

Seeing Qin Hao appear, the group of Nascent Soul Cultivators stepped forward one after another to salute.

"Rise!"

Qin Hao walked through the air, his snow-white robes fluttering. He stood peerless and independent, transcendent and aloof, exuding a sense of great freedom and clarity.

"Understood!"

Hearing his voice, the crowd stood up.

"Senior!"

Song Ming stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and cupped his fists. "This junior is willing to become your servant, I only ask that you provide guidance!"

He had been stuck between the Nascent Soul Late Stage and the Great Perfection for over two hundred years, and he only had two hundred years of lifespan remaining.

If he could not reach Spirit Transformation, he would end up like the Nascent Soul Ancestors before him—his soul scattered and his body reduced to materials for the refining tools of his juniors.

It was precisely for this reason that he had decided to cast aside all caution.

"This junior is willing to become your servant, I only ask that you guide me toward Spirit Transformation!"

Seeing this, Feng Luan chose to be the second to kneel.

The other Nascent Soul Cultivators exchanged glances, but they could not bring themselves to lose face in such a manner.

With a casual wave of Qin Hao's hand, Feng Luan and Song Ming were forced to stand upright.

He looked at the crowd and said, "To me, there is nothing that cannot be said about how to reach Spirit Transformation."

Nascent Soul-level servants were merely chicken ribs to him.

Qin Hao looked at Song Ming and asked, "How many years have you been at the Nascent Soul Late Stage?"

"Reporting to Senior, it has been two hundred and seventeen years!"

Song Ming replied with extreme respect.

Qin Hao nodded and asked again, "Do you usually cultivate in seclusion within your sect?"

"Yes."

Song Ming nodded.

Qin Hao said, "You should go out and travel more!"

"Go out and travel more?"

Song Ming was confused, not knowing what this had to do with Spirit Transformation.

"To reach Spirit Transformation, one must first undergo Human Transformation!"

Qin Hao explained, "Every Spirit Transformation cultivator needs to possess their own insights. These insights can be emotions like familial love or friendship, or they can be concrete things like wind, rain, thunder, or lightning!"

"Among these, transforming into a mortal and experiencing the myriad flavors of life among them is the easiest way to gain such insights."

Song Ming's expression was agitated as he muttered to himself, "So, to break through to Spirit Transformation, one requires a certain kind of insight!"

"Senior, as cultivators, how are we supposed to transform into mortals?"

Lan Ruo suddenly asked.

She had already reached the Nascent Soul Late Stage and was in dire need of a method for Spirit Transformation.

Qin Hao looked at Lan Ruo earnestly.

She wore a spotless long dress, her face was beautiful, and her figure was as graceful as a fairy. Her temperament was cold and detached, giving one the feeling of a fairy from the Moon Palace. Every inch of her skin shimmered, as if she did not belong to the mortal world and could ascend to immortality at any moment.

"Human Transformation, Human Transformation—naturally, it means forgetting your identity as a cultivator and completely blending into the world of mortals!"

Qin Hao told her, "If you are proficient in calligraphy and painting, you could open a shop and interact with mortals as a shopkeeper."

"This is not just about imitating mortals; that is merely a superficial resemblance. The most important thing is to resemble them in spirit. As long as you capture the spirit of a mortal and realize your own artistic conception, you will surely reach Spirit Transformation within a hundred years!"

"Thank you, Senior, for your instruction!"

Lan Ruo bowed respectfully in gratitude.

"You are from the Luohe Gate, aren't you?"

Qin Hao spoke up, "I heard your sect has a disciple named Li Wan'er. Where is she now?"

Lan Ruo was somewhat surprised. "Wan'er is indeed my disciple. Does Senior know her? She has also come to the War God Temple this time."

Qin Hao smiled slightly and said, "Naturally, I know her. The Spirit Liquid of your Luohe Gate was provided by me."

"So the Spirit Liquid came from you, Senior!"

Lan Ruo was stunned for a moment.

Immediately after, she bowed in gratitude again: "Thank you for your great kindness, Senior. The current prosperity of our Luohe Gate relies entirely on your grace!"

She had not expected that her disciple would be able to befriend a figure like the Senior!

With this Spirit Transformation Senior protecting the Luohe Gate, it was not impossible for them to advance to a Level 4 cultivation sect in the future.

Qin Hao commanded: "I haven't seen Li Muwan for a long time; take me to see her!"

"Yes!"

Lan Ruo responded and invited him: "Please follow me, Senior!"

Watching the two walk away, Song Ming spoke softly: "It seems the Luohe Gate is about to flourish!"

Strictly speaking, their War God Temple had no real connection to Qin Hao.

If there were any connection, it was merely that he had saved Zhou Zihong's life.

But the situation with the Luohe Gate was different.

Judging by Qin Hao's tone, he held a great deal of affection for Li Muwan of the Luohe Gate.

Yang Sen could not help but say: "My Hong'er is no worse than Li Muwan, why didn't the Senior..."

"The Senior won't take the initiative, but Hong'er can. I'll go back and see how things are!"

Feng Luan said, then teleported away.

Lan Ruo led Qin Hao into the courtyard and called out: "Wan'er, come out and see who is here!"

Hearing the voice, Li Muwan and Zhou Zihong immediately walked out of the room.

"Qin Hao... Senior!"

Seeing Qin Hao, Li Muwan's eyes lit up instantly.

Although she had guessed that she would meet Qin Hao at the War God Temple, she still could not help but feel extremely excited and joyful in her inner heart when she truly saw him.

However, hindered by the vast disparity in their cultivation levels, she felt a sense of inferiority.

"Swish!"

Qin Hao took a single step and was already right in front of Li Muwan.

He looked at her radiant, beautiful face, which was blooming like a flower, and smiled as he ruffled her hair, saying: "Wan'er, I still prefer you calling me Little Brother Qin Hao. Of course, calling me Big Brother Qin Hao is fine too!"

"Little Brother Qin Hao!"

Li Muwan beamed, a smile so bright it made the world lose its luster.

Her Little Brother Qin Hao was still the same Little Brother Qin Hao as before.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Li Muwan was startled.

She realized she had already been pulled into his arms.

"There are so many people here!"

Li Muwan's pretty face flushed, burning hot.

Thin-skinned as she was, she buried her head directly into Qin Hao's chest, not daring to look at anyone else.

"What are you afraid of!"

Qin Hao chuckled, feeling that teasing Wan'er's Wife was quite amusing.

Beside them, Zhou Zihong bit her red lip with her teeth, not knowing why she felt a sour sensation in her inner heart.

It was as if something precious that belonged to her had been snatched away, leaving her feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Feng Luan, who had arrived shortly after, saw this scene and likewise felt a great sense of crisis.

She knew that if she did not help her daughter, it would be difficult for her daughter to have any relationship with the Senior.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a massive roar erupted from the distance.

Following that, waves of violent fire-attribute spiritual energy surged into the sky, beginning to condense above the Huofen Kingdom.

"Is this... a volcano about to erupt?"

The Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Huofen Kingdom cast their gazes toward the distance.

There were many volcanoes here, and such events had happened many times before.

They only needed to reinforce the volcanic seals, so they were not overly panicked.

Only Qin Hao frowned. His divine sense was vast and peerless, instantly enveloping the entire Huofen Kingdom.

"Hm? Wasn't Wang Mazi at the War God Temple just a moment ago? When did he run out?"

Qin Hao saw Wang Mazi fleeing frantically.

Behind Wang Mazi, numerous Fire Spirit Beasts inside the volcano were currently battering the seal set up by the experts of the Huofen Kingdom.

Among these Fire Spirit Beasts, the leaders were sixteen Fire Spirit Beasts at the Nascent Soul Realm.

"I have to say, Mazi really knows how to stir up trouble!"

Qin Hao wore an expression of deep emotion.

It couldn't exactly be said that Wang Mazi was the one stirring up trouble, as it was the Fire Beast that had taken the initiative to capture him.

If not for the Heavenly Reversal Bead, Wang Mazi would have already been swallowed by the Fire Beast Old Ancestor.