stonecrandall Chapter 67 The Qilin Seed, with a Half-Saint Presiding Over the Scene
Chapter 67 The Qilin Seed, with a Half-Saint Presiding Over the Scene
Demon fetus.
A spherical rock.
The source is worth 120,000 jin.
The knife fell.
The demonic fetus split open from the very center.
There is no light.
There was no breath.
There were no unusual phenomena.
The entire room fell silent.
Then came the uncontrollable laughter.
"Empty!"
"Tens of thousands of kilograms of raw material, cut out to be hollow?"
"The final strike of the Yuan Tian successor—didn't even make a sound."
Ouyang Yue's lips curled into a smile, his red-gold right hand clasped together, and he turned to announce the result.
Then, light shone from deep within the crack.
purple.
It's not purple light.
It's not purple flame.
It's something I've never seen before.
A pure, ultimate purple radiance of life.
It seeps out from the cracks in the stone, like a living organism.
A wisp.
Two strands, ten strands.
Purple light gushed out.
The pillar-shaped rock soared into the sky, instantly enveloping the stone garden in the glow of the sunset.
The grass and trees grew wildly, tender shoots sprouted from the cracks in the ground, and withered flowerbeds bloomed again.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Li Xian did not stop.
The second horizontal cut removes the outer layer of stone.
The inner bowl-sized, golden divine source was revealed.
The divine crystal was as clear as water, but it was stained deep purple by something inside.
As the light shone, everyone saw it.
A Qilin.
It was smaller than an infant's fist, with purple scales and horns, its four hooves curled up, and it lay dormant in the divine crystal.
Its body rose and fell slightly with each breath, and with each exhale, purple essence spread outwards, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
There were hundreds of monks present.
Regardless of one's level of attainment.
At the same time, I felt a sense of inexplicable comfort.
It felt like soaking in a hot spring, as if my bones and soul had been cleansed.
"What...what is this?"
Yao Yuekong's pupils contracted sharply.
His demonic power surged uncontrollably toward the purple light.
"A Qilin? A cub of the ancient Qilin clan?"
Xia Yiming's expression was solemn, and dragon energy spontaneously protected his body.
A group of elderly cultivators, nearing the end of their lives, rushed over, their eyes bloodshot, some with tears streaming down their faces.
"This life force fluctuation... is even stronger than the essence of heaven and earth I absorbed during five hundred years of cultivation—"
"I'm willing to give up everything I have!"
"Get out of the way! Don't try to take it from me!"
In chaos.
The hunched figure silently squeezed to the front.
The old beggar.
He squatted in front of the stone-cutting platform.
His cloudy old eyes were fixed on the little Qilin inside the Heavenly Tulip Divine Source, and his lips trembled a few times.
Then he stood up, his voice hoarse and trembling with barely suppressed emotion:
"This is not a Qilin."
Everyone looked at him.
"This is a seed."
Dead silence.
The Jiang family is capable of making great strides forward.
The powerful divine energy protected the area around the divine crystal, blocking the impact of external spiritual energy.
He stared at the little purple Qilin for a long time before slowly speaking.
"Ancient Qilin Divine Medicine".
Six characters.
Blast open the Tianzihao Stone Garden.
"An elixir of immortality—?!"
"There are actually seeds of the elixir of immortality in this world?!"
The voice of the powerful Jiang family member was aged:
"The ancient divine medicine is also known as the elixir of immortality, and it has the power to bring the dead back to life."
"Extremely rare even in ancient times, almost every plant is unique and cannot be propagated."
"When the divine medicine is destroyed, it will undergo a nirvana, condensing all its essence into a seed, which will then fly away to find a suitable immortal land to be reborn."
He glanced at Li Xian.
"This seed has an extremely strong life force, which means that it can be planted and survive."
The stone garden was bombed.
"Grow one elixir of immortality! Harvest it once every few thousand years—this is an inexhaustible source of elixir of immortality!"
"Whichever holy land obtains this item will have its dynasty last for ten thousand years!"
"My Ten Thousand Calamities Sect has produced three million catties of Pure Essence!"
"The Yin-Yang Cult has four million members!"
The Imperial Uncle of Great Xia stepped down from the viewing platform, his voice calm:
"The Great Xia Dynasty, light the sky lanterns."
The powerful figure from the Jiang family remained silent.
But his posture of standing still beside the divine crystal is itself an attitude.
That's enough.
A cold snort.
It wasn't a big deal, but everyone present trembled simultaneously.
The old beggar and Taoist priest stood with their hands behind their backs, their old eyes sweeping over the crowd.
"Throughout history, which great emperor was created by piling up divine elixirs?"
No one dared to speak.
He looked at the purple seeds on the cutting platform.
He then looked at the ancient girl and the ferocious weapon on the blood sacrifice altar not far away, and a clear light flashed in his turbid eyes.
"The ancient royal princess is indeed of immeasurable value. If that vicious weapon can be repaired, it can also be considered a sacred weapon."
"but--"
He spoke slowly and deliberately.
"The seed of the elixir of immortality was once held by the Primordial Qilin Emperor, and has been coveted by Heavenly Venerables and Great Emperors throughout history."
"This thing is far superior to princesses and vicious weapons."
"In the contest of jade gambling, Li Xian has won."
The color drained from Ouyang Yue's face bit by bit.
Behind him, someone shouted indignantly, "Senior, you are mistaken! The girl sacrificed at the altar is the Empress—"
"Shut up."
The old beggar didn't look at him.
The oppressive aura naturally swept over them.
The young man grunted, bent his knees, and knelt down.
But at that moment—
Li Xian sensed it.
Extremely subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuations of dragon energy.
It's not from Ouyang Yue.
They come from four directions.
At the four corners of the Tianzi Stone Garden, four middle-aged cultivators stood with their hands behind their backs.
They were dressed simply and blended into the crowd unnoticed, but at this moment the earth veins beneath their feet were converging in an extremely concealed way—forming a strangling force centered on Li Xian.
The secret method of King Source.
Killing someone by abusing power.
By leveraging the powerful momentum of the dragon vein formed by thousands of unique stones gathered in the Tianzihao Stone Garden, the target is crushed invisibly.
No external wounds were left, but the internal organs were festering. The body appeared intact, and the cause of death remained unknown.
Li Xian stopped what she was doing.
"Interesting," he said.
The purple-gold pupils were operating at full power.
The direction of the earth's veins was as clear in his eyes as meridians.
Four people, four directions, four dragon veins converge—the point of convergence is right beneath his feet.
"Ouyang Yue," Li Xian looked up, his tone indifferent, "you brought four Source Masters here just to kill someone at the Stone Workshop?"
The room erupted in uproar.
Ouyang Yue's expression changed: "You're talking nonsense—"
Li Xian didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.
He lifted his foot and stepped on the ground.
First step, go three zhang to the left.
The second step is to move forward seven feet.
The third step is to stomp your feet in place.
Three steps.
The earth's veins have reversed.
The four channels of dragon energy converging towards him were forcibly reversed, their momentum reversed, and they surged back along their original paths.
"retreat!"
Ouyang Yue roared.
The four Source Masters changed color simultaneously and rose from the ground.
The three reacted quickly enough, using their source energy to protect themselves and cut off the counterattack.
The fourth one—
Half a beat too late.
He had just lifted his foot.
His gaze gradually became unfocused.
Strands of black blood seeped from his nostrils.
Then, like a piece of dead wood, it fell straight down.
It is in perfect condition.
The internal organs have become infected with pus and blood.
Screams.
A gasp of surprise.
The sound of fleeing—
Chaos erupted at the Tianzihao Stone Garden.
"Source techniques kill without leaving a trace..."
"Run! If the dragon vein's power gets out of control, the area within a hundred feet will become a killing field!"
The cultivators were lifted into the air, frantically fleeing into the sky.
Then they stopped.
Because a sense of oppression rose from the center of the stone garden.
It's not divine power.
It is not a rule.
It is an absolute crushing force originating from the level of life itself—
It was as if an ancient ferocious beast had opened its eyes.
The sky seemed to have sunk a third of its height.
The old beggar stood still, his hunched back slowly straightening.
There was no radiance or extraordinary phenomenon around him.
But everyone knelt down.
The three holy lords were the first to bow their heads.
The Imperial Uncle of the Great Xia Dynasty knelt on one knee.
Jiang Jia Da Neng bowed and clasped his hands.
Xu Tianxiong, the third largest bandit in the Northern Region, clasped his hands together and slightly hunched his back.
It is not surrender.
It is a sign of respect.
An old thing that has lived for four thousand three hundred years.
Aside from those who have transcended the ordinary and become saints, who can live that long?
"I am not qualified yet," the old beggar Taoist said, his voice hoarse and deep. "I am only a half-saint, I have touched the threshold of sainthood, but I have not stepped into it."
He glanced at the three middle-aged Source Masters and Ouyang Yue, whose face was ashen.
"My surname is Cen, a disciple of the Kaiyang Dan Sect. The Tianxuan Holy Land was destroyed six thousand years ago, and the Dan Sect, as a subordinate force, gradually declined. The sect leader died, my fellow disciples died, my wife and children died, and my disciples also died."
He grinned.
"I'm the only one left. I've lived for four thousand three hundred years. Everything else is dead, and I'm left with just one breath—"
"I want to refine a sacred pill and truly step into the realm of a saint."
Everyone fell silent.
Four thousand three hundred years.
A person.
in one breath.
about to die.
Great horror!
The old beggar withdrew his oppressive aura.
He looked at Li Xian, a smile playing in his cloudy old eyes.
"Kid, you've won. Here's the wager: the Source King's Appraisal Stone Decree, the Source Qi Transformation into Weapons—not a single word is missing."
He glanced at Ouyang Yue:
"If you can't produce it, this old man will go to the Ouyang family to get it for you."
Ouyang Yue's right hand, stained with red gold, trembled uncontrollably, the gold patterns flickering like a candle burning in the wind.
He closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again.
He took out two jade slips from his sleeve.
He placed it on the stone-cutting platform, trembling, and said:
"The source of the stones will be delivered in a few days..."
Then, Ouyang Yue left.
He didn't look back even once.
Li Xian put away the jade slip and the seed of the Qilin Immortality Elixir.
Along with many other treasures and divine resources, they sank into the sea of suffering.
An Miaoyi stood not far away.
His gaze was calm and profound beneath the gauze curtain.
"You knew all along what was inside that demonic fetus."
She said in a telepathic voice.
It's not a question.
Very certain.
Li Xian neither denied nor admitted it.
Passing her, Li Xian walked to the old beggar's side and stopped.
"Many more seniors."
"Senior wishes to refine a Saint-level elixir?"
The old Taoist priest looked at him.
"I happen to have some things on me."
The old Taoist's eyes shone even brighter.
Li Xian continued walking forward, her voice drifting back on the wind—
"Let's talk another day."
"I haven't cut enough today."