So what if I have a few billion concubines while I'm cultivating immortality?

"Heavenly Craft Valley..."

Yu Qingyi repeated the name, a thoughtful glint in her phoenix eyes, "When does my husband plan to depart?"

Qin Xiao pondered for a moment and said, "No rush. That place is deep in the Wanhe Mountains at the junction of the three kingdoms. It is ancient, and the markings on the map must differ from the current terrain. We need to make some preparations first."

He looked at Luo Qingluan: "Qingluan, collect and organize all the ancient books, travelogues, and even folk legends related to the Wanhe Mountains in the palace collection. Ziyan, send a message to Chairman Mu and ask him to secretly offer a reward through the Chamber of Commerce for clues about the depths of the Wanhe Mountains, especially those containing keywords such as 'divine craftsmanship,' 'skilled artisans,' and 'relics,' no matter how absurd the rumors are."

"Yes."

The two women agreed in unison.

"And what about us? What can we do?"

Yu Fengling asked impatiently, her peach blossom eyes full of eagerness.

Qin Xiao glanced at her: "Not only you, all six of you must quickly familiarize yourselves with the power of the Foundation Establishment stage and master the spells I taught you, especially the combined attack techniques, in order to avoid encountering actual combat."

He then looked at Yu Qingyi: "Qingyi, you will be in charge of supervising their cultivation and working with Qingluan to develop several simple battle formations suitable for the six of you to coordinate. They don't need to be sophisticated, but they should be able to advance and retreat in an orderly manner and support each other when facing the enemy."

Yu Qingyi nodded solemnly: "Qingyi understands."

Li Anning asked softly, "Husband, is there any danger in Tiangong Valley?"

"How can an unknown land be without danger?"

Qin Xiao said calmly, "But opportunities often come with risks. If Tiangong Valley is truly a sacred place of ancient craftsmen, perhaps we can discover something different."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the women: "The path of cultivation is never smooth; flowers in a greenhouse cannot withstand the storms. This exploration is also a rare experience for you."

The goddesses' expressions turned solemn, and they replied in unison, "We will obey our husband's command!"

In the days that followed, the atmosphere in the rear hall of the Zichen Palace became focused and tense.

As dusty ancient books were unearthed, the Mu Family Chamber of Commerce began to extend its reach into the martial arts world and remote areas.

Yu Qingyi took on the role of "instructor".

Every morning, he would take Luo Qingluan, Mu Ziyan, Yu Fengling, Li Anning, and Li Changle to the training ground to practice their spells and hone their teamwork.

Of course, he would often seek out Qin Xiao for cultivation guidance at night.

When there are no weekends off, Qin Xiao spends most of his time in the quiet room.

They continued refining pills and crafting weapons.

And the deduction of spells.

With the unlimited spiritual power of the "Mobile Spiritual Spring," one can boldly deduce and not fear the loss of spiritual energy.

……

Half a month later.

Mu Ziyan brought the first valuable clue.

"My lord, news has come from the Jinyang Prefecture branch that half a year ago, a team that ventured deep into the Wanhe Mountains to collect rare medicinal herbs got lost in the fog. They vaguely saw the outlines of a series of dilapidated stone temples deep in the fog, with an ancient and strange style unlike anything made today. The old apothecary leading the team said that at the entrance of the valley where the stone temple complex is located, there is a half-buried broken stele."

Inside the Zichen Palace, Mu Ziyan reported the contents of the secret letter.

"Stone temple complex...broken stele..."

Qin Xiao tapped the table lightly with his finger. "Where is it?"

"It was roughly located on the southeastern slope of the Wanhe Mountains, near the 'Ghost's Sorrow' Valley. However, the fog was so thick that they were unable to get close and dared not linger. After hastily retreating, they tried to search for it again, but it had already disappeared without a trace."

Mu Ziyan said, "The old pharmacist said that the fog rose strangely and dissipated quickly, as if it had a spirit."

"That's interesting."

A hint of interest flashed in Qin Xiao's eyes. "Is there any corresponding record in ancient books?"

Luo Qingluan handed over a well-organized summary: "The records we found are mostly fragmented and vague. Some ancient travelogues say that there is a 'mysterious ruin' deep in the Wanhe Mountains, where those who enter often get lost, but occasionally they see relics of supernatural craftsmanship. There are also local chronicles that a master craftsman from the previous dynasty, in order to avoid the ravages of war, took his apprentices deep into the Wanhe Mountains and disappeared without a trace. Later generations spread rumors that he obtained a mysterious inheritance and could make strange things such as 'flying wooden kites' and 'self-propelled bronze figures', but none of these can be verified."

After synthesizing the information from both sides, Qin Xiao gradually formed a clear picture in his mind. "It seems that even if this Heavenly Craft Valley exists, it has its own way of hiding itself, whether it's a natural maze or a man-made restriction. Ordinary people would find it difficult to locate, let alone enter. Prepare yourselves; we'll set off in three days!"

"Three days later?"

Beside her, Yu Fengling's eyes lit up. "Husband, shall we all go?"

"Go, everyone."

Qin Xiao nodded, "This is both an exploration and a training experience."

……

Three days later, at dawn.

It was before dawn.

The streak of light rose from the Zichen Palace, streaking across the dawning sky and hurtling westward.

When a Nascent Soul cultivator uses their full speed, a thousand miles is nothing more than a snap of their fingers.

However, in order to take care of his Foundation Establishment partners, Qin Xiao deliberately slowed down.

But by midday, they had already reached the outer edge of the Wanhe Mountains.

Looking down from above, one sees an endless, majestic mountain range.

The peaks are clustered together, and the ravines are crisscrossed. Mist lingers year-round above the mountainside, and in the deeper parts, clouds and mist obscure the true appearance of the mountains.

Below, ancient trees reach for the sky, and vines intertwine, creating a scene of primitive wilderness.

"What magnificent mountain scenery!"

Li Anning was amazed. With her wind spirit root, she had a keen sense of the flow of energy in the world and could perceive the chaotic and powerful earth energy and wind force in the mountains below.

"The approximate location of Tiangong Valley marked on the map is on the southeastern foot of the mountain range, near the 'Ghost's Sorrow' Canyon."

Yu Qingyi took out a replica of the ancient map and compared it with the terrain below. "But for the exact location, we still need to find the misty valley that the herb-gathering team mentioned."

Qin Xiao spread his divine sense downwards; his Nascent Soul stage divine sense was enough to cover a radius of a hundred miles, allowing for a detailed investigation.

There were thousands upon thousands of spiritual energy fluctuations.

If we were to investigate each one carefully, who knows how long it would take.

Thinking about it, Qin Xiao suddenly remembered the Heavenly Crafting Token.

It was taken out and infused with spiritual power.

In an instant, the token trembled and floated in the air, guiding the way.

All six women were startled.

"Walk!"

Qin Xiao's spirits lifted, he adjusted his direction, and disappeared into the light.

The deeper you go, the more precipitous the mountains become, and the thicker the clouds and mist grow.

Below, one can see a bottomless canyon, jagged cliffs, and a roaring underground river.

Before long, a huge canyon appeared ahead, as if it had been cleaved open by a giant axe.

The cliffs on both sides rise high into the clouds, and the wind is fierce.

This is the "Ghost's Sorrow" Canyon.

About twenty miles northwest of the canyon, above a seemingly ordinary valley, there was a thicker fog than anywhere else.

The Heavenly Crafting Order also flew towards that area of ​​mist.

Before long, following the guidance of the Heavenly Crafting Order, Qin Xiao pressed the escape light and landed outside the valley.

As everyone looked, the entrance to the valley was hidden by dense ancient trees and vines, and white mist shrouded it like a veil, obscuring the view inside.

Without the token to guide you, it would be very easy to miss.