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Chapter 213 Palm Moon Mountains! Heading to the Sky Blue Grassland!

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The migrating procession moved at a leisurely pace, traversing thousands of mountains and rivers.

Two months later, the familiar outline of the Yue Kingdom's border finally appeared on the horizon.

Just as the Huangfeng Valley army was about to fly into the border of Yue Kingdom, a figure in black robes had been waiting for a long time on a desolate mountaintop ahead. It was none other than the number one demonic cultivator, the Old Demon of Hehuan.

"Fellow Daoist Hehuan, I've been waiting for you."

Lin Chuan and Linghu Laozu floated down from the flying tower and landed on the mountaintop.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, Fellow Daoist Linghu, you must be tired from your journey."

The Old Demon of Hehuan cupped his hands, a formulaic smile on his face, and said, "The people of the Ghost Spirit Sect have all withdrawn from Yue Kingdom ten days ago."

"Currently, there are no large, well-organized sects within the Yue Kingdom, only some small families and independent cultivators at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages. Huangfeng Valley can directly enter without encountering any resistance. I have already had the relevant spiritual vein maps compiled and will send them to your sect shortly."

"Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Hehuan. You handled this matter beautifully." Lin Chuan nodded, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

The other party's decisiveness certainly saved a lot of trouble.

"It's my duty."

The Old Demon of Hehuan waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the dark, migrating procession in the distant sky, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Once upon a time, Huangfeng Valley was nothing more than a stray dog ​​under the invasion of the demonic path, but now, under his personal arrangement, it has returned to its homeland in glory and occupied a country. Such is the vicissitude of life.

The key to all this lies in Lin Chuan, who is excessively young yet possesses unfathomable strength.

"The matter of Yue is settled, so I will not trouble you any further. I wish Huangfeng Valley continued prosperity and flourishing for generations to come in Yue."

The Old Demon of Hehuan said no more, transformed into a streak of black light, and vanished into the void.

"Let's go too," Lin Chuan said to Linghu Laozu.

The mighty army of Huangfeng Valley officially crossed the border and entered the territory of the Yue Kingdom, which they had not seen for more than a hundred years!

Countless disciples peered greedily through the portholes of the flying boat at the mountains, rivers, cities, and villages below. Many older disciples were moved to tears, pointing to certain mountains and excitedly recounting their experiences to the younger disciples beside them:

"Look over there! That's Luofeng Mountain. I used to gather herbs there with my master!"

"That's Qingniu Town. I once carried out a sect mission there!"

The first stop of their migration was not directly to the new mountain gate, but to the northwestern part of Yue Kingdom, the Taiyue Mountains!

As the massive fleet of flying ships slowly descended deep into the Taiyue Mountains, above the ruins of the mountain gate that once belonged to Huangfeng Valley, everyone fell silent.

The once magnificent palaces, pavilions, and terraces have long since been reduced to ruins by the ravages of war and the passage of time.

Linghu the Elder stood in mid-air, gazing at the familiar scene below. The scene of their hasty retreat a hundred years ago was vivid in his mind, and his old eyes couldn't help but... .

He took a deep breath, his voice filled with vicissitudes and感慨, echoing in the ears of every disciple:

"This place is the Taiyue Mountains, the foundation upon which our Huangfeng Valley sect was founded, our homeland with a history spanning thousands of years! More than a hundred years ago, a demonic calamity descended, our mountain gate was breached, and we were forced to leave our homeland and flee to the Northern Liang... Today, we have finally returned! Standing on our homeland, our hearts are filled with overwhelming emotions!"

He pointed to the ruins and, addressing the thousands of young disciples below, most of whom had not experienced that period, recounted the former glory of Huangfeng Valley and the tragic evacuation, as well as the struggles and sacrifices of their predecessors. The young disciples listened with great emotion, their sense of belonging and honor to the sect soaring to unprecedented heights.

"However,"

Linghu Patriarch abruptly changed the subject, his voice becoming forceful and resolute, "Although the old site remains, it is no longer the best place to establish our sect. Now that Huangfeng Valley has returned to Yue Kingdom, we must occupy the best spiritual veins and build the most magnificent mountain gate! From this day forward, the new headquarters of Huangfeng Valley will be located in—the Thousand Moon Mountains in central Yue Kingdom!"

"The Thousand Moon Mountains?"

An experienced disciple who was knowledgeable about the geography of the Yue Kingdom exclaimed in surprise.

That was the location of the mountain gate of the original Yue Kingdom's largest sect, the "Hidden Moon Sect," which possessed the highest quality and widest range of top-tier spiritual veins within the Yue Kingdom!

"Excellent, the Thousand Moon Mountains!"

Linghu Patriarch declared emphatically, "From this day forward, the former site of the Taiyue Mountains will serve as the 'Taiyue Branch Altar' of my Huangfeng Valley. The Qianyue Mountains, where the original Yanyue Sect was located, will become the 'Qianyue Main Altar'!"

The former territories of the five sects—Spirit Beast Mountain, Giant Sword Sect, Heavenly Palace Fortress, Pure Void Sect, and Blade Transformation Valley—will each establish branch altars in turn! These six altars will guard the main altar, jointly protecting the lineage of Huangfeng Valley!

"I will obey the ancestral decree!"

The resounding cheers echoed for a long time above the ruins of the Taiyue Mountains.

After a brief stop in the Taiyue Mountains and a simple ancestral worship ceremony, the Huangfeng Valley contingent set off again, heading straight for the Qianyue Mountains in central Yue Kingdom.

When the Hidden Moon Sect withdrew, although they took most of the valuables with them, the mountain gate buildings, spiritual vein foundations, and the framework of the mountain protection formation remained largely intact.

After Huangfeng Valley moved in, they immediately began large-scale construction, repairing buildings, rebuilding the mountain-protecting array, sorting out the spiritual veins, and dividing the various halls into areas... a scene of bustling activity.

Lin Chuan stayed at the main altar in the Thousand Moon Mountains for over a month. Once the sect's affairs were on track and the protective array was in its initial stages, sufficient to withstand harassment from cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage, he invited Ancestor Linghu to his temporary cave dwelling.

"Senior brother, the sect's relocation is settled, and things are gradually stabilizing. I, your junior brother, plan to travel around." Lin Chuan got straight to the point.

"Traveling abroad? Where does Junior Brother wish to go?"

Although Linghu Laozu knew that Lin Chuan would not stay long, he did not expect him to leave so soon.

"Great Jin." Lin Chuan uttered two words.

"Great Jin?!" Ancestor Linghu exclaimed in surprise. Great Jin was a sacred land for cultivation in the human realm, far surpassing Tiannan in terms of its vast territory and flourishing cultivation civilization.

The number of Nascent Soul cultivators there far exceeds that of Tiannan, and there may even be old monsters in the Deity Transformation stage. Although there are many opportunities, the dangers are also greater.

"Junior brother, the Great Jin... is no ordinary place. It is a true den of dragons and tigers, with countless high-level cultivators and deeply entrenched sects. Moreover, it is hundreds of millions of miles away from Tiannan..." Ancestor Linghu's face showed deep worry.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I have my own plans."

Lin Chuan remained calm, but his eyes held an unwavering determination. "We cultivators seek the Dao and immortality; how can we confine ourselves to a corner? The situation in Tiannan is already set, and resources are limited."

"If you want to go further, explore the secrets of the Nascent Soul stage, and even pursue the opportunity to ascend, the Great Jin Dynasty is a place you must go. Moreover, there are some matters and some karmic consequences that need to be settled there."

He flipped his hand and took out two talismans that shimmered with strange beast patterns, handing them to Elder Linghu:

"This is a 'Spirit-Summoning Talisman,' sealing the essence of a transformed demon beast. Using it temporarily grants you a portion of the beast's power, enough to give you near-late-stage Nascent Soul strength for a short time. Leave this talisman to you, Senior Brother, to guard the sect and for any unforeseen circumstances. Don't get lost following this story; bookmark it and read 'A Steady Daily Divination for Immortal Cultivation in Yellow Maple Valley!' anytime."

Linghu Patriarch knew that Lin Chuan's mind was made up, and further persuasion would be useless.

He accepted the two talismans radiating powerful energy, deeply moved. He solemnly said, "Junior Brother, your unwavering resolve is admirable. Although the Great Jin is perilous, with your extraordinary abilities, you will surely overcome it. However… please take good care of yourself! I will protect the sect for you. If you establish a firm foothold in the Great Jin one day, and need anything, please send word back immediately!"

"Take care, senior brother." Lin Chuan cupped his hands, his meaning unspoken.

Several days later, Lin Chuan quietly left the Thousand Moon Mountains without alerting any disciples. He rode his escape light southward, heading towards the vast and boundless grassland.

The most direct land route from Tiannan to Dajin is to traverse the vast area that once belonged to the Mulan people but has now been unified by the Tuwu people and renamed the Tianlan Grassland.

With Lin Chuan's current speed, he would have flown into the grassland in just a few days.

As far as the eye can see, the sky is high and the land is vast, with waves of grass like the sea.

The concentration of spiritual energy here is significantly thinner than in Tiannan, and the earth presents a desolate, earthy yellow color.

Scattered tribal tents dot the grasslands, with herdsmen driving cattle and sheep and singing long, desolate pastoral songs, creating a nomadic scene that is quite different from the agricultural civilization of southern China.

As he knew, the grasslands were vast and sparsely populated, with scarce resources, and the number and quality of cultivators were far inferior to those in Tiannan.

Many small tribes don't even have their own cultivators and can only rely on medium and large tribes that have "temples".

The so-called "temple" is the gathering place and ruling center of the grassland cultivators, presided over by "mages" or "masters" with profound cultivation.

Lin Chuan concealed most of his aura, suppressing his cultivation to around the early Nascent Soul stage, and flew at a leisurely pace.

Sure enough, along the way, we saw many caravans of small tribes, loaded with furs, herbs, ores and other supplies, slowly moving in a certain direction. They were the caravans heading to various temples to pay their "tribute".

On this day, as Lin Chuan was flying, the mysterious divination in his mind refreshed precisely on time.

Today's divination result: Very auspicious.

[The divination text reads: At noon, in the southeastern grasslands, you will encounter a young cultivator being chased. This person comes from the Great Jin Dynasty, suffering from a strange poison, and is near death. Save him, and you will obtain from him a strange key to the secret treasure of the Feng family from the previous dynasty.]

"Great fortune? The key to the Feng family's secret cave?" A hint of understanding and interest flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes. He remembered that in the original story, Han Li seemed to have obtained something similar after saving someone, which eventually unlocked a treasure.

"Noon, southeast..." Lin Chuan discerned the direction, his figure blurred, and his speed suddenly increased as he flew towards the direction indicated by the divination.

With his current divine sense, covering a range of six hundred miles is a piece of cake.

Soon, on the southeastern grasslands about three hundred miles away, he locked onto a faint and rapidly decaying aura. Judging from the fluctuations in its cultivation level, it was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the aura was disordered, with a faint fishy and sweet taste, indicating that it had been deeply poisoned.

"That's it."

Lin Chuan arrived in an instant, landing in a patch of knee-high weeds.

A young man dressed in a brocade robe, but whose clothes were torn in many places and stained with blood and grass, was lying face down on the ground, motionless.

His face was dark black with bluish hair, his lips were purplish-black, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. The grass beneath him was corroded and turned yellow by the black poisonous blood seeping from his body.

"The poison has penetrated the internal organs, corroded the meridians, and scattered the mind and soul... What a potent poison."

Lin Chuan could tell at a glance that the poison this young man had been afflicted with was extremely potent. If it weren't for the fact that he seemed to have cultivated some kind of body-refining technique, making his physical body stronger than others of the same level, he would probably have already died.

Even so, it was too late to save him now. The poison had completely destroyed his life force, and even if he were to be detoxified, he wouldn't live much longer.

Just then, a purple streak of light appeared from afar, moving at a considerable speed, and its aura clearly indicated that it had reached the mid-stage of the Core Formation realm.

The light dissipated, revealing an old man in a purple robe, with a sinister face and a goatee. The old man saw Lin Chuan, then glanced at the dying youth on the ground, a flicker of apprehension in his eyes, but still stepped forward and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Chuan:

"Greetings, fellow Daoist. This man on the ground is a traitor to our sect, who stole a valuable treasure and fled to this place. I implore you to do me a favor and hand this traitor over to me so I can take him back to our sect for punishment. My Yin Sha Sect will surely reward you handsomely!"

He couldn't discern Lin Chuan's exact cultivation level, but he sensed that the other party possessed a profound aura, at least at the late Core Formation stage or even higher.

Therefore, while the language was relatively polite, the mention of the "Yin Sha Sect" implied a threat.

"roll."

Lin Chuan didn't even look at him, only uttering a single word. At the same time, the pressure of his mid-stage Nascent Soul, which he had been holding back, crashed down like a mountain, mixed with a chilling sword intent that made one's soul tremble!

"puff!"

The purple-robed elder was struck as if by a heavy blow, letting out a muffled groan and staggering back several steps. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with horror and fear. A Nascent Soul cultivator!

Moreover, he was a terrifying Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Please forgive me, senior! I'll leave right now, I'll leave right now!"

The old man was so frightened that he didn't dare to utter another word. He scrambled to his feet, summoned his escape light, and fled frantically back the way he came without looking back, disappearing into the distance in an instant.

After shooing away the flies, Lin Chuan turned his attention back to the dying young man on the ground.

After a moment's thought, he raised his hand and patted a specially made spirit beast pouch at his waist.

A faint light flashed at the opening of the bag, and a strange scorpion, no bigger than a thumb, entirely black with golden lines on its back and a tail hook that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, crawled out and landed in Lin Chuan's palm.

This is the "Ten Thousand Poison Scorpion," which Lin Chuan obtained in a secret realm in the Chaotic Star Sea. It possesses extraordinary talent, capable of devouring, absorbing, and even controlling all poisons in the world, making it an excellent spirit pet for detoxification and healing. However, it is powerless to deal with physical damage and loss of vitality that has already been caused.

"Go, suck the toxins out of his body," Lin Chuan ordered.

The scorpion squeaked and transformed into a black line, instantly landing on the young man's neck, its tail hook gently piercing in.

The young man's dark complexion began to fade at a visible speed.

Strands of dark green poisonous gas were forcibly drawn from its mouth, nose, and skin pores, disappearing into the stinger of the scorpion's tail.

The golden lines on the scorpion's body then became even brighter.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the blackness on the young man's face disappeared, and he returned to a sickly pale complexion. His breathing became slightly more stable, but it was still extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The venomous scorpion, having absorbed its fill of venom, let out a satisfied burp and flew back into Lin Chuan's sleeve.

Although the poison was neutralized, the young man's internal organs and meridians, which had been completely eroded by the deadly poison, and his almost collapsed soul, could not be salvaged.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and extreme slowness, his gaze unfocused and lifeless.

After a long while, he finally managed to focus and see Lin Chuan standing in front of him.

"Was it...you...who saved me?"

The young man's voice was hoarse and dry, almost inaudible, and his eyes were filled with confusion.