The Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent’s inner core.
In the original story, the brothel-frequenting Phoenix (Ma Hongjun) only barely managed to absorb it at level 70, under the guidance of Tang San’s Mysterious Heaven Skill and the amplification of Ning Rongrong’s Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
While part of that was due to Ma Hongjun slacking off in his cultivation…
To absorb this inner core, one’s physique needed to reach at least the Soul Sage level.
Currently, without spirit bones to enhance his physique, unblocking the Eight Extraordinary Meridians throughout his body via the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique was undoubtedly his best option.
Thinking of this, Qin Xuan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
It seemed he still had a long way to go!
But he wasn’t discouraged.
Who could blame him for recovering his memories late?
Plus, he’d practically started on hell mode, nearly losing his life right off the bat.
Now he had the top-tier Ghost Valley Breathing Technique and the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Techniques, which were essentially cheat codes in the Slaughter Capital.
Even if the system disappeared right now, Qin Xuan firmly believed he could achieve greater heights than Tang San in the original story.
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“F*ck, I was just flexing a little!
Did you have to take it seriously?” Qin Xuan hastily clicked cancel.
Switching to the System Shop page.
He spent 30,000 Emotion Points to buy a large batch of Antidote Pills, Blood-Clotting Powders, Injury-Consolidating Pills, and other top-tier healing medicines for both internal and external use.
He stored them all in his spatial belt soul tool.
Then he walked over to the mirror and put on the [Phoenix Fire] and [Thousand Faces].
The [Thousand Faces], capable of disguising appearance and aura, disguised his face to look like his usual self, and his soul power fluctuation to around level 56.
The [Phoenix Fire], capable of blocking miasma and camouflaging martial souls and soul rings, had a style that was too flashy.
He transformed it into black clothing with a hood that completely concealed his figure.
“I really didn’t expect it to reach the point where I’d need to disguise myself.
How pathetic.”
Qin Xuan looked at himself in the mirror, checked himself from top to bottom, and confirmed there were no oversights before letting out a long sigh of relief.
He gave a self-deprecating smile and walked out of the room.
By this time, two days had passed since Qin Xuan obtained the spirit bone.
On the day he got the bone, after Qianjun Douluo dragged him to test their Martial Soul Fusion Skill several times to no avail…
Qin Xuan asked Qianjun for an unused room on the top floor of the Elder Palace.
Rather than a room, it was more like a top-tier cultivation chamber and an artificial mimetic cultivation environment.
It could completely isolate internal soul power fluctuations.
The person inside could sense the outside, but those outside couldn’t sense the inside.
Additionally, the Angel God statue on the first floor had the effect of calming the mind and accelerating soul power absorption.
This made countless Spirit Masters flock to the Elder Palace like ducks. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Since Qin Xuan was Qianjun’s disciple, and the key to his breakthrough, Qianjun naturally wouldn’t refuse.
He spent two days refining the immortal herb and the spirit bone.
When he walked out of the Elder Palace, the Chrysanthemum-Ghost duo, ordered by Qian Xunji to escort him to the Slaughter Capital, had already been waiting for a long time.
“Little Qin Xuan.” A somewhat sharp voice reached Qin Xuan’s ears.
It was still that golden armor equipped with high heels and claw gauntlets.
It was still a face that couldn’t quite be seen clearly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Gui Mei stood in a corner not far from the Elder Palace entrance, waving at Qin Xuan.
“Senior Yue Guan, Senior Gui Mei.”
It seems our Pope really doesn’t trust me.
I bet these two guys have been here since yesterday…
Qin Xuan had already guessed their purpose, but he still put on a surprised expression and walked over quickly.
“You really made us wait, kid,” Yue Guan scolded with a smile.
Despite his words, there wasn’t a hint of complaint in his tone.
Instead, there was a sense of relief.
Who told this kid to have such powerful talent and backing?
It was entirely imaginable what terrifying heights Qin Xuan would reach once he walked out of the Slaughter Capital in the future.
“Mm.” Gui Mei, on the other hand, gave a soft grunt and nodded slowly in response.
Just as Qin Xuan had deduced, they had arrived early yesterday morning on the Pope’s orders.
Who would have thought Qin Xuan wouldn’t come out for two whole days?
The Elder Palace was a forbidden area for anyone below Titled Douluo.
Without being summoned, they had no right to enter.
As for going to find the Pope?
They couldn’t even handle this small task; going back would just be asking for a scolding.
Therefore, they had no choice but to wait.
“Sorry, sorry.
My soul power was already on the verge of breaking through to level 55.
After breaking through, I needed to absorb the spirit bone, which took quite a bit of time.
I apologize for making you two wait.”
Qin Xuan delivered his pre-prepared excuse.
“Does that mean in these two days, you’ve leveled up twice consecutively?”
Absorbing a spirit bone could indeed increase soul power.
While a 50,000-to-60,000-year spirit bone wasn’t comparable to a 100,000-year one, it was more than enough to raise a Soul King by one level.
Chrysanthemum Douluo released his spiritual power to carefully probe and discovered that Qin Xuan’s soul power was indeed at level 56.
He felt both shocked and envious, and a little bit sour!
Spirit bones…
what wonderful things they were.
He was almost at the Titled Douluo realm, so why didn’t he, Yue Guan, have a single piece yet?
“It seems that spirit bone gave you quite a boost.” This last sentence was directed at Qin Xuan.
“It really makes one envious…” Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a bit jealous, his words holding a double meaning.
He was envious of Qin Xuan’s talent, and envious of his spirit bone.
Gui Mei couldn’t stand Chrysanthemum Douluo anymore and urged, “Alright, enough nonsense.
We’ve delayed enough time.
Let’s escort Qin Xuan to the Slaughter Capital as quickly as possible so we can report back to His Holiness.”
The three set off.
Gui Mei walked in front without a word, while Chrysanthemum Douluo chatted with Qin Xuan about random things.
Qin Xuan wasn’t annoyed.
Considering that Chrysanthemum Douluo was one of the very few people on the Douluo Continent who recognized immortal herbs…
He used Yue Guan’s martial soul, the Odd Velvet Heaven Ascending Chrysanthemum, to steer the conversation toward the topic of immortal herbs.
Sure enough, like finding a soulmate, Chrysanthemum Douluo enthusiastically educated him about immortal herbs.
In the end, he even gifted Qin Xuan a catalog of immortal herbs he had spent years researching.
This could be considered an unexpected bonus.
After leaving Spirit City, they headed straight north.
Following rugged mountain paths, the air gradually grew colder.
As Spirit Masters, the external cold was nothing to them.
They traveled by day and camped by night.
After enduring the elements for nearly ten days, the trio finally arrived at a small town.
The town wasn’t large, but it was extremely eerie.
The pedestrians passing by all exuded a peculiar chill.
Qin Xuan knew full well what this meant.
He knew they were about to enter the Slaughter Capital, so he put his hood up early to conceal his true face.
It was late summer turning to autumn, leaves were falling, and the sun was setting in the west.
The evening glow juxtaposed against the dilapidated town made it look exceptionally desolate.
Led by Gui Mei, the three entered the town.
To Qin Xuan’s slight surprise, the famous “tavern face-slapping” scene he had imagined didn’t occur.
Chrysanthemum and Ghost didn’t force Qin Xuan to drink Bloody Marys either.
Gui Mei simply stood in front of a ruined civilian house and pulled out a special Spirit Hall token.
Before long, noises and the sound of mechanisms vibrating came from inside the house.
The wall of the house split open, and an eleven-man squad rushed out, lining up neatly before the three.
They were all clad in black armor, even their faces completely concealed by their helmets.
Ten of them held fine-iron ghost-face shields in their left hands and spears in their right.
The leader sat astride a warhorse.
Pulling the reins, he cleared the way and gestured for Qin Xuan to enter.