Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 359 Shocking Secret 3
Wei Xi doesn't care about Tangyin at all.

However, the information was in Fan Shan's hands, and Wei Xi could only be led by the nose.

This was a rather messy cabin: in the middle was a large stone-clad wooden table with a lot of materials piled on it, and in the middle was a delicately constructed machine, the internal parts of which could still be seen because it was not yet completed. Tools such as hammers, ink lines, and pliers were spread around it, and on the left was an open toolbox with a saw sticking out.

There was also a chair in front of the table with a thin blanket on the back. It was very worn. It was not difficult to imagine that someone worked here all year round and took a nap under the blanket when he was tired.

The right side of the cabin was covered with various drawings, which made Wei Xi very envious. On the left was an antique display shelf with various magical instruments on it. The knife in the middle was shining coldly, and there was a faint spiritual power surging on it. If the Hunxiao Treasure Ship had not been surrounded by yin and yang energy, it would have given birth to a spirit of the instrument long ago.

After entering the cabin, everything he saw showed the owner's attainments in refining equipment. Wei Xi estimated that Fan Shan's strength might be even higher than that of his cheap master Xian Hua.

At least Fan Shan still had a body, Wei Xi thought seriously.

"There's no Tangyin here... Senior Fan, you don't just want us to see your family property, do you?"

Qin Feng was not being sarcastic, it was just that this cabin was too "normal". It looked totally out of place with Fanshan, which was formed by the Yin and Yang Qi. Instead, it was very similar to the caves of other weapon refiners.

At most, it would be billions of points for precious materials, billions of points for exquisite and practical tools, and billions of points for top-notch finished magical instruments.

Wei Xicai didn't keep his eyes glued to the antique display cabinet, but was eagerly "ravaging" every magical instrument.

"Here," Fan Shan walked around the work table and led Wei Xi and the other two to a lower table at the back. "Tang Yin... She is the suppressor of this rift..."

On the lower table lay a lifeless corpse. It belonged to a girl with delicate features and rosy cheeks, and a small mole under her right eye. Although the body was a little pale, it was perfectly preserved, as if she had simply fallen asleep, chasing an addictive dream.

"You turned her into... a puppet?"

Wei Xi did not choose the popular freezing technique, which was an unspoken understanding among the weapon refiners.

Fan Shan, with a melancholy look in his eyes, pulled out a ship model from somewhere and whispered, "Let me tell you a story!"

"When I was young, the world of immortal cultivation was in its golden age, and brilliant geniuses emerged like mushrooms after rain. I wasn't the most outstanding cultivator, but I could still be considered a genius."

"Traveling all over the country with my master, I not only collected many precious materials, but also experienced the local customs and practices of various places, which provided me with a lot of inspiration for refining magical instruments."

"At that time, the Yin and Yang Qi between heaven and earth circulated smoothly. Cultivators used this energy to cultivate and became the darlings of Heaven. Their cultivation speed was said to advance by leaps and bounds. There were countless masters, and no fewer than a hundred predecessors who had reached the half-step stage of ascension. Every cultivator believed that enlightenment and ascension were just around the corner. Yin and Yang Qi was our path to heaven!"

Fan Shan paused, a bitter smile creeping onto his slightly blurred face. "That year, my master and I finished exploring a secret realm, and on the way, we stopped by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to visit the headmaster."

"The head of the Wanjian Sect and my master had known each other since childhood. They had a deep friendship. After a few pleasantries, he invited us, master and disciple, to stay for a while."

"The Wanjian Sect is dedicated to cultivating sword cultivators and lives in seclusion year-round. They rarely have guests. Some younger disciples, whose minds are still unsettled, sneak into the guest rooms to watch the fun."

"Tang Yin is the older senior sister. On weekdays, in addition to training, she also has to lead the younger junior brothers and sisters. When she came to my yard to arrest someone, she happened to catch me refining a short knife."

Fan Shan spoke calmly, as if his previous emotional outburst had used up all his strength. "Although she is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, she is not bound by the form of the sword. She is free and easy. She left the precious swords in the warehouse and chose my craftsmanship in refining magical instruments. She took Gu Dan from me..." "Gu Dan is the first sword I made..." Fan Shan's eyes were a little cold, as if he was a traveler who had traveled through endless years, leaving behind only cold fatigue. "Things change so quickly. Who could have thought..."

Wei Xi doesn't care about the mental health of the lonely old "soul", but the information revealed by this person has caused huge waves in her heart.

Fortunately, Wei Xi was professional, his expression normal but with a hint of curiosity, he played the role of a listener.

"...About two years later, the Lonely Maiden Sect and Linchuan Pavilion successively sent people up the mountain. These cultivators were in a hurry, and they carried violent yin and yang energy. It seemed that they had encountered some trouble."

"It was the critical period for refining [Dawn and Dusk], so I didn't pay much attention to these uninvited guests... until the Huaixin Sect climbed up the Wanren Snow Mountain covered in blood!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng hissed, and it was obvious that his curiosity was aroused.

"This man is no different from the blood gourd. Not only are his eyes plucked, but his hands and feet are also rotten. He must have crawled quite a distance."

"For a cultivator to die so tragically, it's obvious something's happened to the Huaixin Sect. Sure enough, this cultivator said that the elders of the Huaixin Sect have been mysteriously disappearing one after another. First, an elder with the Wanxiang cultivation level, then the highly respected Tang Yixiu within the sect... and finally, the sect leader who disappeared in his sleep..."

"The unyielding disciples of the sect broke into the cave of a master and found that the master who had been in seclusion for thirty years had also evaporated, with no trace left!"

"The Huaixin Sect, already in a state of panic, fell into a massive panic. Worse was yet to come. Having lost its pillar, the demonic beasts imprisoned and guarded by the Huaixin Sect rebelled. Overnight, the Huaixin Sect was flooded with blood, and only one in ten cultivators survived."

"He was sent out to seek help after narrowly escaping death. Unexpectedly, the wounds he received from the monsters along the way began to fester, and within a few days, he looked like this."

"Upon hearing this, the Wanjian Sect's leader immediately brought several elders down the mountain to provide support, and entrusted the sect's affairs to his eldest disciple, Chen Fulin."

At this point in the story, Wei Xi had a foreboding premonition. Fan Shan's previous crazy talk was entangled with his calm narration, like a hand stirring his brain.

"Don't tell me the leader of the Wanjian Sect is also missing," Qin Feng frowned and said, "Isn't this just too much of a coincidence?"

"The Wanjian Sect's team disappeared half a month after they left the mountain. Chen Fulin sent Tang Yin to the Huaixin Sect to investigate, and Master chose to take me with him."

"A tragedy did occur in Huaixin Sect. According to his disciples, the Wanjian Sect, Zhengxin Sect, Xiuxiang Sect, and other sects all sent people to help suppress the monster."

"However, due to the urgency of the situation, all the monsters were killed. As a result, after a night's rest, the powerful cultivator mysteriously disappeared, and the disciples on duty did not notice anything unusual."

"Everyone was desperate at that point, except Tang Yin, who kept asking questions, trying to find more clues."

"Under her questioning, a disciple of Tangxi Tower recalled a detail: Elder Hua of Tangxi Tower was so excited after killing a thousand-year-old ghost sheep that he abandoned his disciples and returned to his lodgings."

I looked it up and found out that in ancient times there were pliers and ink lines were used to measure length.

In addition, some friends who are more careful discovered that the middle-aged man has two names, one is Qu Bujin and the other is Fan Shan. A small spoiler, these two were two different things more than a thousand years ago, but it is hard to say now (smirk).