Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Below, a small island looms.

There seems to be a small building on top.

Seeing this, Yang Qian smiled. He whispered to himself with some admiration, "The restrictions carved on the White Deer Island of Old Monster Bai Lu are indeed unique. It is difficult for cultivators who are not in the Spiritualization Stage to understand its mysteries, let alone crack them."

Just as he was talking to himself, suddenly, above the small island below, three bright lights like meteors streaked across the sky and rushed towards him. It was obvious that they had discovered this uninvited guest.

Yang Qian was quietly suspended in the air, with his hands behind his back, his expression as steady as a rock, as if even the air had stopped flowing in the face of his calmness.

The escaping light converged in an instant, and after the light dissipated, the figures of three middle-aged monks were revealed.

They are one woman and two men, all of whom are high-level demon cultivators in the transformation stage, emitting powerful demonic aura.

There were still traces of pointed deer antlers on the female cultivator's face, and her demonic aura was slightly weak, obviously indicating that she was at level eight.

The two men had handsome faces, no different from humans, but their demonic aura was even stronger, and one of them had already reached the ninth level.

The middle-aged man in the green robe in the center had an unfathomable demonic aura. He was actually a tenth-level demon cultivator, and his cultivation was equivalent to the late Nascent Soul stage among cultivators!
The three men's eyes swept across Yang Qian's face, and a hint of horror flashed in their eyes. Then they stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"Greetings, Senior Yang. We have been waiting here for a long time on the orders of the clan leader!" they said in unison, their voices filled with awe.

Yang Qian nodded slightly, and asked with a slightly moved expression: "You are Bai Lu Daoist's disciples, and you actually recognized me?"

"We are indeed disciples of the White Deer Ancestor," one of them answered respectfully, "Back then, the Ancestor went to the Jinglong Island branch of the Tiangan Merchant Alliance in the Wulong Sea. The Ancestor brought back a portrait of Senior Yang, so the younger generations can recognize Senior Yang."

Yang Qian nodded, a trace of regret on his face, and said: "I see! Yang had asked Fellow Daoist Feng and Fellow Daoist Bai Lu to convey a message that he was willing to share the space nodes in Dajin together to enter the spirit world. However, it seems that it was a little too late, causing Fellow Daoist Bai Lu to forcefully enter the space crack, and there has been no news over the years. Yang came here this time to visit him."

The three of them looked at each other, with sadness on their faces.

The middle-aged man in green robe sighed and said, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Yang! However, the ancestor's luck is really bad! Before Senior Feng arrived, he was about to die, so he had no choice but to force his way into a space crack. Unfortunately, an accident happened during the process, and he barely escaped with all his strength, but he was seriously injured. At that time, the ancestor was worried that the serious injury would cause unrest in the Five Dragon Sea, so he chose to conceal the matter. Unfortunately, the ancestor was too seriously injured and eventually died due to exhaustion of his essence. We have been hiding this news until now."

Yang Qian sighed softly upon hearing this, but didn't know what to say. After all, it was Old Monster Bai Lu who failed to seize the opportunity.

Then the three of them asked Yang Qian to sit in the building below first, but Yang Qian shook his head and directly stated that he wanted to take a look at the space crack that Old Monster Bai Lu had tried before.

Naturally, the three of them did not dare to refuse, and immediately agreed, leading Yang Qian to one side of the island.

After flying for only ten miles or so, without the three of them saying anything, Yang Qian's mind sensed something unusual in the sky ahead. His mind moved and his speed of escape increased a bit.

After flying for a while, the light of escape of several people finally stopped.

After half a day, Yang Qian fled from the island with a look of disappointment, turned around, and rushed away as a long purple rainbow, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
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Tiansha Continent.

On an unnamed mountain, Yang Qian was standing on a rock, looking at two old men in the air who were glaring at him fiercely, with a blank expression.

At this moment, he was wearing a jet-black robe, but he did not reveal his true cultivation level.

The two old men were one in the early Nascent Soul stage and the other in the middle Nascent Soul stage, and they were considered top-level existences in the Tiansha Continent.

“No matter who you are, if you know what’s good for you, hand over the stolen Vajra Puppet immediately. You are able to penetrate deep into our sect’s important areas and steal treasures. You must be at least a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Why do you do such a disgraceful thing?” An old man with thick eyebrows said sternly.

The opponent's escape speed was not very fast, so after a chase, he was caught up by the two of them, but the opponent was shrouded in fog and they were unable to see through his cultivation level.

The two monks felt a little strange, so they did not take action immediately, but tentatively said these words.

Yang Qian's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand. Something shot out and flew towards the old man who was speaking.

The old man was startled, and subconsciously grabbed the air with one hand, and immediately sucked the object into his hand.

It turned out to be a storage bag.

The old man couldn't help but look a little puzzled.

"The Vajra Puppet is of great use to me. The spirit stones in the bag can be regarded as my purchase of this treasure." Yang Qian said expressionlessly, his voice a little hoarse.

"What? Impossible! The Vajra Puppet is the treasure of our sect. We will not sell it even if you offer us a lot of spirit stones." The old man was shocked by the number of spirit stones in the bag at first, but when he heard the other party's next words, he became furious.

"In this case, there is nothing I can do. I will not return this treasure." Yang Qian said calmly.

"Hmph, then fellow Taoist, just leave your life behind." Another old man with eagle eyes suddenly said grimly, and then he opened his mouth and a red light shot out, and in a flash, it reached the top of the mysterious monk's head.

As soon as he saw that the other party was not willing to return the treasure, this cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul attacked without mercy.

But an incredible scene happened.

The mysterious monk opposite did not move any treasures, but just waved his hand in the air, and circles of gray light appeared out of thin air and then flew upwards.

The red light was hit by the gray light, and immediately the spiritual light dissipated, revealing its true form.

Astonishingly, there was a small red sword several inches long, gleaming with cold light.

At this moment, the small sword kept spinning in the gray light, as if it had lost the power to move.

The old man with eagle eyes who released the flying sword in the air was filled with shock and anger. At this moment, he actually lost the spiritual connection with the flying sword.

The old man with thick eyebrows next to him noticed something was wrong, and shouted without thinking. He shook his sleeves and a golden square object was sacrificed.

As soon as this object appeared, its size grew rapidly and turned into a huge golden brick several meters in size. It rushed down and smashed down hard, as if a mountain was pressing down on top of someone.

Yang Qian below let out a light exclamation when he saw this, then his eyebrows twitched, and then his other hand slowly made a half circle towards the top of his head.

After a "puff" sound, a thicker gray cloud rolled up and collided with the gold brick.

As a result, the rosy glow only rolled over the surface of the gold brick. Once the spiritual light of the treasure dissipated, its size suddenly shrank and it rolled out of control.

Yang Qian stretched out his hand into the air again, and the gold brick and the red sword revealed their true form. They trembled and fell straight down from the air, about to fall into the hands of the monk below.

The old man with eagle eyes was really anxious now. He didn't have time to think about it and grabbed Yang Qian in the air. Suddenly, a white hand appeared below him, and then the five fingers closed together, turning into a huge palm, and slapped down fiercely, trying to kill the mysterious monk with one blow.

But the monk below just flicked his fingers into the air with one hand.

A golden light flashed, and after a golden sword energy slashed past, the light fist instantly split in two from the middle, turning into white light and disappearing.

Seeing this, the old man with eagle eyes turned pale.

Yang Qian then weighed the two treasures in his hands, looked at the two people in the air, and said coldly.

"If we add these two treasures, would you two Taoist friends be willing to exchange them?"

The two old men's hearts sank.

They really couldn't believe that the other party could take away their magic weapons and defeat their secret techniques with just one encounter.

What kind of magical power is that gray glow that has such incredible power?

For a moment, neither of them dared to speak rashly.

Upon seeing this, Yang Qian chuckled and suddenly threw the treasure in his hand high into the air. Then, a flash of spiritual light appeared around him and he turned into a gorgeous purple rainbow. He instantly disappeared from sight, leaving only a long tail of light flickering in the air.

The two old men were stunned by this sudden change. They reacted quickly and hurriedly cast spells to quickly take back their treasures.

Then, they looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and doubt.

"Brother, should we give chase?" After a while, the old man with thick eyebrows frowned and asked hesitantly.

"Chase? What can you use to chase? The other party has obviously shown mercy. If you don't know what's tactful, you will probably provoke the other party's murderous intent." The old man with eagle eyes said helplessly.

"But the Vajra Puppet is the most precious treasure of our sect. If it is lost like this, we will have a hard time explaining to the people in the sect." The old man with thick eyebrows frowned, still feeling a little unwilling in his heart.

"What's so hard to explain? It's our fault that our magical powers are inferior to others! The world of immortals is all about the survival of the fittest. The Vajra Puppet was not ours back then. It was snatched away by our master from other sects. Now that it's been taken away by someone else, we can only blame ourselves for our bad luck. Let's go back. You and I will keep our bodies useful to support the entire sect." The old man with eagle eyes smiled bitterly and said this. Then he turned into a ray of red light and fled in the opposite direction.

The old man with thick eyebrows stood there in a daze, looking at the red light that was gradually fading away, with mixed feelings in his heart.

After a moment, he slowly shook his head and sighed, as if he had made up his mind. He moved and also turned into a beam of light, following the old man with eagle eyes and disappeared into the vast sky.

Far away in the sky, after Yang Qian had flown thousands of miles, suddenly a light flashed, like a meteor across the night sky, and finally condensed in the void.

He just shook his sleeves, and suddenly a golden mini puppet appeared in his hand. He gently grabbed the mini puppet with one hand and shook it slightly. In an instant, countless phantoms intertwined, which was extremely magical and breathtaking.

"Is this the last thing left by Lord Dayan? Well, I will send it back to Qianzhu Sect." Yang Qian stared at the golden little puppet. His fingers brushed across the golden little man. All kinds of things about Lord Dayan emerged in his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

This item was actually the relic left by the Great Yan Lord that Yang Qian had been searching for on the Tiansha Continent for a long time. However, for some unknown reason, it was snatched away by cultivators from other sects and ended up in the hands of the two people just now.

This golden little puppet contains the puppet strengthening secrets that Dayan Divine Lord has meticulously designed over the past few hundred years, and even the improved secrets of "Dayan Jue".

This golden puppet may look like just a decoration, but it actually holds a lot of secrets.

The secret techniques contained therein are so great that ordinary cultivators would find it difficult to gain a glimpse of them even if they held them in their hands.

Only those cultivators who have truly practiced "Dayan Jue" to perfection can unveil the mystery of this golden puppet and get a glimpse of the secrets contained therein.

In other words, this golden puppet was prepared by Lord Dayan for Yang Qian.

What surged in Yang Qian's heart was not only surprise, but more importantly, deep respect and emotion for Lord Dayan.

This former cultivation giant, a great monk from ten thousand years ago, practiced puppetry in the Tiansha Continent. In this life, he even reached the realm of the Spirit Transformation Stage, but he never showed himself in front of anyone. He was like a hidden star, shining alone.

What shocked Yang Qian even more was that Lord Dayan had unexpectedly discovered a space node that was about to collapse.

The other party chose to take the risk and enter, and from then on his life or death was uncertain. Whether he successfully smuggled into the spirit world, or died in the endless space cracks, all this became a mystery.

Because Dayan God did not leave any Yuanming Lanterns behind, his whereabouts became a mystery that no one could solve.

Thinking of this, Yang Qian sighed again and suppressed the fluctuations in his heart.

Afterwards, without stopping for long, Yang Qian moved lightly, like a meteor across the sky, and headed straight for the branch of Tiangan Business Alliance established in Tiansha Continent.

A few days later, a towering complex of buildings came into view, standing like a giant in the sky.

Yang Qian's figure swept past like the wind and instantly arrived in front of the building complex.

Gui Ling, who had been waiting for a long time, a woman with an ugly face but extraordinary temperament, came quickly to greet them with several cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage.

"Gui Ling, greetings to the master!" The ugly woman was the first to bow and salute, and the other monks followed closely behind, bowing their hands in greeting.

This person is none other than the level ten Black Rock Turtle from Kunwu Mountain—Gui Ling!
A hundred years ago, Gui Ling had been entrusted with an important task by Yang Qian and served as the person in charge of the Tiangan Business Alliance in the Tiansha Continent.

As a level ten demon who has lived for countless tens of thousands of years, her strength and status are sufficient for this position.

Next to Gui Ling, there was a woman in black robe. Her face was not beautiful either, but her eyes were shining brightly.

She stepped forward, bowed respectfully and said, "Madam Jin, I meet the master!"

This woman in black robe was none other than Yang Qian’s former pet, the golden-backed mantis.

Hundreds of years have passed, and this monster is still at the level of an eighth-level monster, and there is still some distance before it can advance to the ninth level.

This is also the difference between monsters and human cultivators.

Although the demon beasts have a life span of tens of thousands of years, their talent for cultivation is far behind that of human cultivators. (End of this chapter)