Chapter 115: The Ancient Treasure of the Quicksand Region

  "Chi Tong Sha was born in the volcanic magma, it is said that the volcano is a hole for the earth's lungs to exchange air with the outside world. Some of the earth's lungs' yin fire rose through the hole and unintentionally refined Chi Tong, so this low-grade material can withstand the scorching of the earth's lungs' yin fire. Another theory says that after the earth's lungs' yin fire wrapped around a stone for thousands of years, the stone became Chi Tong." Wang Guang chuckled and casually said what he had read in ancient Daoist texts: "As for whether it is really due to these reasons, I don't know myself. In the future, when I have great spiritual powers, I will definitely go under the volcano to find an empty cave and see if I can really reach the earth's lungs. Or maybe throw a ball of yin fire onto a stone and observe carefully after a thousand years."

  Everyone burst out laughing, and the tense atmosphere was suddenly dispelled.

  Wang Guang turned his head and looked at the evil monk, saying: "Do you still want to collect these flames? If you want to collect them, hurry up, don't delay too much time."

  "The poor monk never put this thing in his eyes, let's leave." After finishing speaking, the fellow shook his head and a ball of golden light flew out from behind his head and rolled up his body flying towards Kong Dao. The other few Qi Gong practitioners also followed him flying outside after despising the evil monk for a while.

  Wang Guang then used the red copper sand to roll up dozens of flames and threw them onto those rotten bookshelves, and after scattering a large amount of flames in the hole, he chased after the evil monk's footsteps and flew outwards.

  "It's a pity that the bronze cauldron is too heavy, and there's no way to refine it. Otherwise, taking it away would be a good treasure." A cultivator sighed and muttered as he flew upwards. Just now, they had all taken turns trying to move the bronze cauldron, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't lift it even half an inch. The fierce flames rose into the air again, and in the end, everyone could only give up. Wang Guang was randomly throwing flames in the air, also hoping to use these flames to seal off the area and prevent others from rushing in and taking away the bronze cauldron.

  Although they didn't gain any magical powers or divine abilities, everyone felt that their gains were quite good.

  After leaving the illusory giant stone, everyone did not leave and surrounded the illusion to start studying. Wang Guang released his mind to observe the giant stone, but found that this thing was no different from a real giant stone, with no difference at all. Others were also like this.

  "It has turned into real stone." Just as Wang Guang was puzzled, a female practitioner next to him took the Luo Pan and knocked on the giant rock with it, only to find that the Luo Pan and her body could no longer move forward.

  "What does this mean?" Wang Guang was greatly shocked, and in his haste, he didn't even bother to consult with others. With a swift motion of his hands, three or four thunderbolts exploded on the giant boulder. After several loud booms, when the thunderfire dissipated, the massive boulder had turned into a pile of scattered rocks on the ground.

  "What a strange thing." The evil monk beside him saw that Wang Guang had destroyed the giant stone, and at first he was furious, thinking that he had ruined the place where the treasure was hidden. But after careful consideration, he suddenly understood Wang Guang's idea. "Could it be that we have been dreaming all along?"

  The evil monk finished speaking and waved his hand, throwing out a ball of golden light that fell to the ground. This golden light was actually his Buddhist Thunderbolt Technique. The divine thunder exploded, but apart from blasting a three-to-five-zhang-deep pit in the ground, there were no other gains.

  A practitioner of internal energy pulled out a bottle from his bosom and threw it onto the gravel, shattering the bottle. A ball of dark fire suddenly ignited in mid-air.

  "It's not a dream, it's just that the ancient cultivator's skills are superb, we don't have the ability." Wang Guang took a deep breath and said in a low voice to everyone: "Don't be nostalgic for things here, what belongs to us, no one can take away, what doesn't belong to us, even if we guard it every day, we won't gain anything."

  Everyone who heard it had a feeling in their heart, but they didn't take it too seriously. There were also several Qi practitioners who used their techniques to dig into the ground, hoping to find that empty cave.

  "Daoist friend, look at this earth lung yin fire staying here is also a disaster, I think it's better if you help me get rid of it." The cultivator who threw out the earth lung yin fire rubbed his hands together awkwardly.

  "No harm done, let this flame burn the stone for now, and we'll see if it can turn into red copper in a thousand years." The evil monk laughed maniacally beside him, teasing the Qi practitioner.

  Although Wang Guang didn't want to bother with the other party, considering that the cultivator was helping him avenge his enemy, he couldn't refuse either. He turned around and took out a jade bottle from his treasure pouch and put the ball of dark fire into it.

  Everyone here had a simple laugh and then, under the leadership of that female cultivator, they all showed their skills and rose into the air to continue chasing and killing the Luo family's cultivators.

  After Wang Guang and his company left for dozens of days, the gravel and potholes on the ground suddenly recovered, only to disappear again, leaving behind a huge pit of hundreds of feet. Soon, grass and trees grew out of the deep pit, making it a rare sight in this remote place.

  Jinzhou's northernmost point was the season of biting cold winds and palm-sized snowflakes dancing wildly in the air. In a city, three Qi practitioners suddenly appeared, drawing attention to themselves.

  The first one wore a blue Taoist robe, with his hair disheveled and a ferocious expression on his face. He looked down at him, with a water-fire silk cord tied around his waist, and seven or eight inches long fingernails exposed from his robe, clinking against each other, making a frightening sound. Next to him was a big monk with a face full of scars, this monk had three or five scars on his shiny bald head, his wide monk's robe was half open, revealing a few strands of black hair on his chest, and when he walked, the flesh on his face shook up and down, not looking like a good person either.

  The last one, however, was a delicate young girl wearing a moon-white palace dress. The girl wore a golden hairpin on her head and a jade belt around her waist, swaying with every step she took. With her elegant and beautiful appearance, she was particularly eye-catching.

  "Zao Mao, are you really going to keep chasing and killing? That kid runs too fast, it's as if he knows we're after him every time and can always avoid us." The three of them arrived at the wine tower, where someone brought over fine wine and delicacies. As they ate and drank, they discussed things. "It's been five years, a full five years. How many more five-year periods does this poor monk have to waste? If we still can't kill that kid after another year, I'll give up and return to continue building my Thousand Buddha Sect." The fat monk grabbed a pig leg and complained as he ate.

  "This time, the Venerable Master of the Infinite Heavens will definitely capture him." The Taoist priest didn't mind the evil monk's words. Three to five years ago, this evil monk had been shouting like this and had never left since then.

  "Wang Dao, according to my calculations and his past habits, as long as he appears here, he will definitely go to the quicksand area to search for ancient treasures. At that time, we'll follow him in and definitely find that little brat." The woman beside him whispered while rotating the compass in her hand. "Every place he's stayed before has had treasure appear, and over the years, our distance from him has only gotten closer, all because he lingers too long in those places. According to my calculations, three days later he'll definitely appear in the quicksand area, at which point we can get rid of him there. It'll save us a lot of trouble running around."

  A monk on the side of "great goodness" swallowed a bone in his hand and nodded in agreement.

  "You're just a foodie, never thinking about anything." Daoist glared at the evil monk and then turned to the female Qi cultivator: "Tong Yu Dao friend, this time whether we succeed or not, you can leave, no need to waste your time for me anymore." Thinking back to when seven or eight people worked together to help him hunt down Luo's Qi cultivators, now only one or two were left, Wang Guang couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.

  "It's also good that I've repaid the ancient Buddha's kindness. Leaving is also justifiable." The Jade Path cultivator raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled softly.

  A wicked monk next to Wang Guang kept giving him eye signals, but Wang Guang completely ignored him. The wicked monk was so angry that he fiercely devoured the food in front of him, venting his discontent. A jade-playing Taoist on the side covered his mouth and burst out laughing.

  "If we catch that little brat this time, I must let me torture him for a while. I want to see what escape skills he learned from there and how come he can run so fast."

  After eating and drinking at the Three People Wine House, they identified the direction and flew towards the quicksand area.

  Along the way, countless Qi practitioners also flew towards the Flowing Sand Area, so Wang Guang and his group were not afraid of getting lost.

  "Gold, silver and jewels moved the hearts of ordinary people, while ancient artifacts and magical powers moved the hearts of practitioners. When you think about it, there's not much difference between the two." Along the way, Wang Guang saw countless practitioners and couldn't help but secretly worry whether he could find Luo's practitioner among so many people.

  "The practitioners of Jinzhou are no longer worthy of being called practitioners. They kill each other for a few crystal stones and use any means necessary to obtain some treasures and techniques. They are even more evil and cruel than the One Qi Sect." A wicked monk who was listening to Wang Guang's lament couldn't help but interrupt, "This Jinzhou, almost all the sects have ordered their disciples not to fight each other, but for the sake of profit, they don't just kill their fellow disciples, they even think about killing their own masters. It's really more disgusting than the evil sects and demonic paths."

  "Haha, isn't this trend changing? When I first entered the sect, only innate Jianghu people who broke through the two interfaces were recruited as inner disciples. By the time I left the mountain gate, some alchemists had brought their descendants from the Qi-practicing world into the inner sect, causing quite a commotion." Wang Guang couldn't help but sigh on the side.

  That Nong Yu Dao Girl did not respond to Wang Guang and the evil monk's words, but instead carefully manipulated the Luo Pan, calculating the approximate location of the emergence of the Fa Bao.

  Several Qi practitioners saw Wang Guang and they were not wearing their sect's attire, thinking they were rogue cultivators, so they wanted to rob them. Unexpectedly, Wang Guang slapped them one by one, and they were beaten into a pulp. The evil monk smiled and revealed the golden light at the back of his head, sweeping those few souls in.

  "Bald donkey, don't snatch again, those souls are mine alone. If you do this again, next time it's your turn to take action." Wang Guang was enraged, rolled up his Taoist robe and made a gesture to hit him, that evil monk hurriedly ran away.

  "Maitreya Buddha, I don't know which sect these little brats are from, but let's strip them of their clothes to avoid being recognized by their sect and getting us into trouble."

  They said they stripped their clothes off, but actually they just threw the corpses into the desert below and let the yellow sand cover them.