Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race-Chapter 64 - Sun Furong_1

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64: 64 Sun Furong_1

“Ancient treasure!”

Shen Long’s face showed a thoughtful expression.

Ancient treasure was a special kind of Dharma Treasure, made from unique materials that could not be stored in Storage Bags or storage rings and had to be carried on one’s person.

Such treasures had become quite rare.

“I remember that it’s not the weakening period for restrictions; how did Fiery Hermit choose this time to enter the Burial Immortal Tomb to hunt for treasures?”

Ye Yutang wondered.

Seeking treasures in the Burial Immortal Tomb at this time was very dangerous.

Not only did Fiery Hermit survive, but he also acquired an ancient treasure, which was indeed impressive.

“I heard his lifespan isn’t much longer.

He probably entered the Burial Immortal Tomb in search of Miracle Elixirs that could prolong his life,”

Sun Sen speculated.

The two hours passed quickly, and disciples including Shen Long left the Teaching Pavilion one after another.

Just as Shen Long walked into the Meal Spirit Pavilion, he saw Qian Dafu. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

He got his meal using his identity medallion and, carrying his food, came over to sit next to Qian Dafu.

“Senior Brother Shen, don’t go to the Teaching Pavilion tomorrow.

Head to Debate Peak instead!

Master Uncle Xu will be resolving queries and discussing teachings there.”

Qian Dafu said.

The disciples of the Spirit Control Sect could exchange their understandings of the Dao at Debate Peak.

Regularly, Foundation Establishment Cultivators would give lectures there, and even Nascent Soul Cultivators would sometimes teach, though they seldom did so.

“Master Uncle Xu?

Is it Master Uncle Xu from Golden Cicada Peak?”

Shen Long inquired.

The Master Uncle Xu he was referring to was named Xu Feng.

He was a famous insect enthusiast within the Spirit Control Sect, bred a variety of Spirit Insects, and was one of the seventy-two elegant scholars, a key Foundation Establishment Cultivator primed for nurturing by the sect.

It was said that he had a great chance of advancing to the Core Formation Stage.

“Exactly, when Master Uncle Xu teaches, he surely imparts insights into cultivating Spirit Insects.

If you encounter any problems with cultivating Spirit Insects, you can consult with him.

You’d better get up early, as Foundation Establishment Cultivators will also attend his lecture,”

Qian Dafu reminded him.

Shen Long nodded.

If it weren’t for Qian Dafu’s reminder, he would have been completely unaware of this.

“Thanks, Junior Brother Qian!”

Shen Long gave his thanks.

“It’s nothing, Senior Brother Shen.

If you really want to thank me, just buy more things from me.

Besides, the minor competition is coming up.

Do you want to purchase Magic Artifacts, Talisman, Spirit Beasts, or Spirit Insects?

Whatever you need, just contact me,”

Qian Dafu said enthusiastically.

As the minor competition approached, some Qi Refining Cultivators aimed to improve their strength by purchasing Magic Artifacts, Talismans, and Spirit Beasts.

“If I need anything, I’ll contact you,”

Shen Long responded.

After having his midday meal, Shen Long left the Spiritual Meal Pavilion and walked down the mountain.

When he was close to Qingmei Courtyard, he saw Lin Cheng standing there.

“Junior Brother Lin, have you had your midday meal?”

Shen Long asked.

Lin Cheng would come every five days to water and weed the pests.

Under his care, the growth of the Silver Marrow Spirit Rice was very promising.

“I have, Senior Brother Shen.

I heard that you defeated Senior Sister Sun from Qingmei Peak, which is really impressive.

When you’re free, could you guide my child in practicing the art techniques?”

Lin Cheng said with admiration.

“Guide is too strong a word.

Next time, bring him over, and we can exchange our insights,”

Shen Long replied as he took out his token and opened the courtyard’s protective restrictions, entering the Qingmei Courtyard with Lin Cheng.

Lin Cheng formed a spell with his hands, and a cloud about one zhang in diameter appeared in the sky above the Spirit Field.

After the cloud churned and rolled, large blue raindrops began to pour down like beans.

Lin Cheng released dozens of Silver-Winged Flaming Bees, which scattered in search of pests in the Spirit Field.

Shen Long walked into Qingmei Pavilion and brewed a pot of Spiritual Tea for Lin Cheng.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the watering was over.

After sending Lin Cheng off, Shen Long activated the protection once more, and a green light screen emerged to envelop the entire Qingmei Courtyard.

He walked into Qingmei Pavilion, went down to the basement, and sat cross-legged on the stone bed to begin cultivating.

Blue specks of light emerged in abundance within the stone chamber, accompanying Shen Long’s breathing exercises as these blue spots gradually swarmed towards his mouth and nose.

After over two hours, Shen Long ceased his cultivation, stood up, and walked out.

Exiting Qingmei Courtyard, Shen Long ascended the mountain and arrived at the Teaching Pavilion.

He did not see Ye Yutang and Ye Yuqing.

A moment later, Sun Sen came in.

Neither Ye Yutang nor Ye Yuqing had arrived, and it seemed they wouldn’t be coming.

More than twenty Qi Refining Cultivators gathered inside the Teaching Pavilion.

Sun Sen’s gaze swept across the twenty-some Qi Refining Cultivators and landed on Shen Long, nodding inwardly.

Shen Long never missed a class, nor was he ever late or left early.

His desire to learn was strong.

He could always contribute to the discussions of the material Sun Sen taught.

Most importantly, Shen Long had cultivated the five first-rank spells to Great Perfection and sparred with many Qi Refining Cultivators, winning more often than losing.

The only disappointment was that Shen Long, being a Loose Cultivator by origin, did not know the art of earning Spirit Stones.

He had never seen him compete with his peers in Beast Battles or insect fights, which likely meant that his Spirit Insects and Spirit Beasts were of low grade.

“This morning, I introduced two dangerous territories in the Donghua Cultivation Realm.

Now, I will introduce a perilous place in the Southern Border—Myriad Poison Valley.

Junior Brother Shen, since you often visit the Scripture Pavilion to read ancient texts, you must know about Myriad Poison Valley, right?”

Sun Sen said.

“I do know.

Strictly speaking, Myriad Poison Valley refers to a vast area teeming with countless poisonous insects and beasts.”

Shen Long replied.

Sun Sen nodded and continued, “Correct, Myriad Poison Valley is vast and a natural dangerous territory.

It is rich in various poisonous plants and medicines; some of the poisons are even capable of killing Nascent Soul Cultivators.

The Witch Clan often sends people into the valley to capture poisonous creatures to raise Gu insects for their curse techniques.”

The education at Spirit Control Sect was comprehensive, ranging from basic knowledge of cultivation, to introductions of the divine skills of races across the Qianyang Realm, local customs, and dangerous territories—all for the disciples to become better acquainted.

Of course, this was thanks to the long legacy of the Spirit Control Sect.

If it were a smaller sect, it probably would have never left the borders of the Donghua Cultivation Realm.

The Spirit Control Sect had a legacy of over 50,000 years, and high-ranking Cultivators from the sect had traversed the Qianyang Realm.

Their life experiences were compiled into personal memoirs for posterity to read.

“Senior Brother Sun, I heard that the Witch Clan’s curse techniques can kill enemies from thousands of miles away?”

Shen Long inquired.

“Indeed, that is true, but one needs Spirit Insects or Spirit Beasts to act as a medium, and the caster’s cultivation can’t be too far from the target’s, otherwise, the art will fail, or it might even backfire.

Seven hundred years ago, two of our Core Formation Elders were traveling in the Southern Border Cultivation World.

They clashed with a Core Formation member of the Witch Clan over a treasure.

After slaying him, one of the Elders succumbed to the Witch Clan’s curse and perished.”

Sun Sen said slowly.

“Are the Witch Clan’s curse techniques so powerful?

Able to kill a Cultivator of the same rank.”

Shen Long expressed in surprise.

“It’s not easy for the Witch Clan to curse a Cultivator of the same rank; the specifics, I am not quite sure.

If you’re interested, Junior Brother Shen, you could look up related texts in the Scripture Pavilion.”

Sun Sen suggested.

Shen Long nodded and did not ask further questions.

The two hours passed quickly, and Sun Sen announced the end of the lesson.

Shen Long and the others left one after another.

“Junior Brother Shen, please wait.”

Sun Sen called to Shen Long.

“Is there something you need, Senior Brother Sun?”

Shen Long asked.

“I want to talk with you.

Would it be convenient to sit for a while at my residence?”

Sun Sen said with a smile.

Shen Long thought for a moment and agreed.

He followed Sun Sen to a small courtyard with blue roof tiles, with a sign reading “Green Peach Courtyard.”

Sun Sen pushed open the courtyard door and entered, with Shen Long following behind.

In the upper left corner of the yard, there was a two-story pavilion built of green stones; in the lower left corner was a pond about an acre in size, and to the right was a three-acre peach grove, scattered with numerous petals.

Several blue butterflies danced among the peach trees, gathering nectar, while the pond was home to hundreds of blue eels.

A young girl in a green dress, in the prime of her youth, stood by the fish pond, feeding the eels.

The girl had an oval face, cherry lips, a delicate nose, and skin like snow, with the cultivation of the Sixth Layer of Qi Refinement.

Sun Furong, Sun Sen’s daughter.

“Dad, Senior Brother Shen!”

The girl in the green dress greeted them.

“Is dinner ready?”

Sun Sen asked.