This type of pill was not difficult to refine, but the materials were rather scarce, making it a treasure for Mo Qi.
Seeing this, Jin Ling Sheng Mu looked at Ling Bao Tian Zun and said with feigned displeasure, "Master, you are biased."
Ling Bao Tian Zun smiled slightly, "He alone preserved the dignity of my Shang Qing Sect. Is he not worthy of a pill?"
Wu Bao repeatedly said, "He is worthy, he is worthy!"
The others also chimed in, "He is worthy, he is worthy."
Jin Ling Sheng Mu also smiled, "I was just joking. I am not displeased at all. I think Junior Brother deserves even more."
Mo Qi feigned being overwhelmed with gratitude, "Enough, enough."
Ling Bao Tian Zun glared at him, "Of course it's enough. Do you want to dig up my spirit veins too?"
Mo Qi waved his hands repeatedly, "I dare not, I dare not. Even with ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare. Moreover, I am a person of deep loyalty and righteousness. How could I do such a heinous thing?"
Ling Bao Tian Zun said with a beaming smile, "If you return alive, after I have set up the Immortal Slaying Formation, I might even bestow the Four Immortal Slaying Swords upon you."
Mo Qi was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.
Mo Qi did not know the origin of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords, but when Ling Bao Tian Zun handed them to Duo Bao just now, Mo Qi saw the power they emanated. They were undoubtedly monstrous existences.
Furthermore, the four swords were a unified entity, making them the best magical artifacts for setting up formations.
If Ling Bao Tian Zun could use them to set up the Immortal Slaying Formation, then he could also use them to set up an even more formidable magical artifact.
After Ling Bao Tian Zun finished speaking, he departed. The remaining disciples all gathered around, expressing various forms of goodwill and flattery towards Mo Qi, which made Mo Qi feel immensely pleased.
Only after everyone dispersed did Mo Qi return to his cave dwelling to begin refining the spirit branches.
After consuming the spirit branches, they reacted rapidly within his body, causing him to feel hot all over, his blood veins boiling. Previously, he had to contend with the disciples of the Shang Qing Sect, so he had been suppressing that heat and surging energy with great difficulty.
Now, returning to his cave dwelling, he unleashed it freely.
The spiritual energy and blood veins in his body were like untamed wild horses, surging and colliding throughout him.
He consumed a pill to enhance his cultivation as a guide, directing the chaotic spiritual energy. The spiritual energy gradually integrated into his soul sea, but his blood veins grew even more turbulent and powerful, beyond his control. His blood vessels swelled, threatening to burst.
Blood poured from his nose like a spring.
He had not expected the backlash from the spirit branches to be so potent!
Mo Qi calmed his mind, attempting to suppress his blood veins. However, the surging force of his blood veins intensified. Initially, it felt like ants crawling, but it soon became like wild beasts charging, trampling his meridians, and his entire body felt on the verge of collapse.
The pain at this moment was indescribable, but he knew he could not let it dominate his mind and body, otherwise, he would faint and then his meridians would burst, leading to death.
Mo Qi endured the pain, and at that moment, as if guided by divine inspiration, he instinctively circulated the Phoenix Fire Dance Art within him.
The Heavenly Bow and Earth Arrow also began to flow, constantly absorbing and dissolving.
Strangely, the boiling blood veins gradually quieted down, and the Phoenix power within his body underwent a qualitative change without anyone noticing.
He had a strong feeling that his bones could dissolve into his muscles, his muscles into his blood veins, and his blood veins into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. What would he become then?
He couldn't help but shiver!
At this moment, it did not seem like the time to ponder these questions. He continued to urge his spiritual energy, allowing it to rise and fall in his soul sea, circulating the Great Heavenly Cycle.
At this time, the spiritual energy within his body seemed to have taken on color – it was red!
He quickly realized that this was his spiritual energy being dyed by the Phoenix power, and his body was undergoing a qualitative transformation.
If his previous transformation was a completely unconscious, all-encompassing attempt, then this was now a conscious choice, aligning with the law of survival of the fittest, where only the adapted survive.
The power of his blood veins had always existed within his body, but it had been developing furtively alongside the growth of his spiritual energy.
Until a certain stage, they would not surface, and you would not feel their presence.
It was as if they did not exist!
Until one day, when they had developed to be so powerful that they could devour his physical body, if you had not noticed them, they would continue their furtive development, carrying out a silent consumption.
If not guided at this point, it was highly likely that his body would explode.
With careful guidance, you would discover that it had already been etched into your bones, into your soul sea, into your other techniques.
A moment later, the Heavenly Bow and Earth Arrow within his body seemed to have merged into his blood veins, and as his blood veins mingled with his body, he himself seemed to have become transparent.
At this moment, if an outsider were to appear, they would see a colossal phoenix standing behind Mo Qi, looking down upon all things, disdainful of the world.
His spiritual energy continued to circulate, and after several Great Heavenly Cycles, his cultivation broke through to the middle stage of the Profound Immortal realm. He felt it was not yet over, as there was still a vast amount of residual spiritual energy within him, and his blood veins remained surging. Thus, he consumed some Spirit Beast Pills, some Beast Soul Pills, and finally a drop of Nine Heavens Jade Dew, continuing his advancement.
Several hours later, his cultivation smoothly advanced to the late stage of the Profound Immortal realm.
However, he still felt that he had not found the right method.
The qualitative transformation of his body had not been properly guided, and his immense potential had not been effectively developed.
This was a maddening situation!
Yet, there was nothing he could do.
He could only rely on chance encounters and find a fated person to clarify his doubts.
Afterward, he cultivated his mental power and the Star Sea Illusory Flow for a while before concluding his practice.
Soon, Duo Bao had finished setting up the formation and sent word for disciples to guard it. Ling Bao Tian Zun took some disciples and went.
Mo Qi also went to Yu Xu Palace at this time.
Yu Xu Palace was surrounded by mountains, enveloped in immortal clouds, with myriad rays of auspicious light.
Mo Qi used his Thousand Faces Transformation to assume the appearance of Guang Cheng Zi and infiltrated the mountain gate. He then concealed his tracks and headed straight for the back mountain.
Other things could be forgone, but this Innate Supreme Treasure, the Old Root, had to be obtained. This was equivalent to advancing by a major realm!
However, he searched the back mountain for a long time but could not find the spirit branch that nurtured the Innate Supreme Treasure.
It was hidden too secretly.
Mo Qi felt a bit disheartened, but since he had come, he couldn't leave empty-handed.
He continued to wander in the back mountain. Whenever disciples passed by, he tried his best to avoid them, lest he be recognized as a fake Guang Cheng Zi.
It would be even worse if he encountered the real Guang Cheng Zi!
Wandering aimlessly, he inadvertently arrived at the front mountain, standing before the entrance of the Scripture Hall of Techniques.
This was a good place!
Mo Qi, with a pounding heart and a tense mind, strode in with his head held high. An elder at the entrance merely glanced at him and paid him no mind, so he walked straight in.
The sight of the densely packed scrolls within met his eyes. Mo Qi immediately felt how difficult it was!
How difficult it was to choose!
All sorts of techniques seemed very powerful.
But he couldn't learn them all; grasping too much would lead to little mastery!
Whatever, he would stuff them in first!
He began to put the scrolls into his storage bag, one by one.
At this moment, his actions attracted the attention of another borrower. He was a young man with a clear and handsome face, refined and elegant in demeanor. He glanced at Mo Qi, bowed to him, and said with a smile, "Martial Uncle, borrowing so many? Have you forgotten that the Scripture Hall does not allow borrowing more than three scrolls?"
Damn it...
"Oh, yes, how could I have forgotten?" Mo Qi patted his head and began taking out the scrolls one by one, placing them back on the shelves.
He could easily subdue this disciple of the Yu Qing Sect, but it would easily alert others, and at most, he would only be able to take a few scrolls back, getting nothing else.
He had even boasted to Ling Bao Tian Zun that he would turn Yu Xu Palace upside down. Was this what turning it upside down meant? Clearly not.
He decided to endure for now; patience is a virtue that prevents great plans from being ruined!
After returning some scrolls, Mo Qi saw that the young Taoist was still staring at him. Annoyed, he fixed his sharp gaze on the young Taoist, unblinking.
The young Taoist's hair stood on end. He repeatedly said, "Martial Uncle, please continue. I will go look around elsewhere."
Then, he scurried away and went to other scripture shelves.
This was the suppression of bloodlines!
This was the arrogance of superiority!
Who dared to be arrogant in front of me? Truly courting death!
Mo Qi leisurely continued to wander. At this moment, a finely crafted scroll caught his eye, inlaid with gold edges, shimmering brightly.
It must be something good to be so elaborately decorated! Without hesitation, Mo Qi took down the scroll and unrolled it to read: Eight-Nine Profound Art!
What was this?
Although he didn't understand what the Eight-Nine Profound Art was, he couldn't help but read it line by line.
Upon reading it, he was immediately captivated, unable to extricate himself.
It turned out that the Eight-Nine Profound Art was a supreme cultivation method that could transform all things and borrow the power of all things. This was truly incredible.
By learning this technique, he could transform into a gentle breeze or dew drops, allowing him to move freely and undetected within the Yu Qing Sect. The thought alone made him incredibly excited.
He immediately sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate it with ravenous hunger.
Other borrowers saw this from afar and did not find it strange, as such things happened frequently. Many disciples, upon finding good cultivation methods in the Scripture Hall, would involuntarily practice them on the spot.
They did not find Guang Cheng Zi's behavior odd, nor did they realize that this person was not Guang Cheng Zi.
Normally, when Yu Bao Tian Zun was not in Yu Xu Palace, Guang Cheng Zi, as a second-generation disciple, was one of the leaders. How many people in the sect dared to disobey or pry?
Therefore, when everyone saw Guang Cheng Zi meditating, they simply went around him.
The young Taoist from before, Wu Yuan, even walked away trembling, fearing that this Martial Uncle might suddenly look up and pierce him with his gaze.
Unbeknownst to Mo Qi, the Eight-Nine Profound Art was extremely difficult to cultivate. The Twelve Golden Immortals had spent thousands of years without grasping its essence. Yu Ding Zhen Ren's ability to perform a few transformations was already considered outstanding; the rest had not even begun.
Conversely, the third-generation disciple Yang Erlang had mastered the essence of the technique and used it with astonishing skill, but it had also taken him decades.
Mo Qi, completely unaware of the difficulty, did not feel any constraints. Everything flowed smoothly.
When it was time to open his blood veins, he opened them; when it was time to materialize the void, he materialized the void, all in one go.
With a "bang," he thought of the scroll beside him, and then he transformed into the scroll.