Chapter 92: Worship

yang winds, his flesh gradually refining itself. Each day flowed into the next.Ten days later.Suddenly, the eighth cave of Shidu trembled.Wang Xuan, with his eyes closed in meditation, furrowed his br..."These two characters represent winning against two people and obtaining two Qi points."

Wang Xuan smiled and hung the token at his waist, his figure shuttling through the emerald green forest.

He didn't use a sword because he didn't want to waste his energy. Moreover, while sword techniques are fast, they lack flexibility and maneuverability, making it difficult to react to sudden attacks.

In this star palace secret realm, there are all kinds of unpredictable dangers.

After half an incense stick's time, Wang Xuan ran out of the giant tree forest. His eyes lit up as he saw a valley in front of him, and beyond that, mountains rose one after another, stretching as far as the eye could see.

In the middle of the valley, butterflies flew through the empty air. Flowers and grasses grew everywhere, with vegetation much larger than outside. The same flowers and grasses were more than three times bigger than those in the outside world.

Wang Xuan's eyes sparkled as he strolled into the valley.

Amongst the many flowers and plants, he saw a very special peach tree. It wasn't very tall, only two adults high. The whole tree was pink, with peaches growing on it. They looked so beautiful, plump and juicy.

At first glance, it's clear that this is something delicious, with a strange and alluring fragrance, full of inner power.

Psychic power is also known as primal energy. Different realms have different names for it.

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The Lingxiang peaches, said to be at least three hundred years old, are excellent for brewing wine.

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Wang Xuan flipped his hand, and a blue gourd appeared in his hand.

A jar of wine, ten miles long.

This is the last good thing Guci Zhongqiang gave, it can be used to brew wine and also as a storage container.

"Roar!"

As Wang Xuen approached the peach tree, a beast roar suddenly sounded.

In the midst of a blossoming flower cluster in the valley, sat a red-haired demon ape, roaring at Wang Xuan.

Originally, this monster beast was sleeping in the flowers.

A smile played at the corner of Wang Xuan's mouth.

As he entered the valley, he had already discovered this demonic ape, clearly the guardian spirit of the peach tree.

And the aura of this demonic ape is of the Secret Realm's level.

"You're not my match, keep barking and I'll cut you down." Wang Xuan said.

The red-haired demon monkey's eyes widened in anger, and he suddenly sprang to his feet, clenching his fists. With a roar, he launched a punch towards Wang Xuan.

"Well, you're not happy about that"

Wang Xuan smiled and clenched his fist, unleashing his physical strength with a punch.

'Bang!' A dull thud.

Wang Xuan's fist collided with the Red-haired Ape Demon's beastly punch. The force of the impact spread outward from both man and beast.

In the next instant, the red-haired demonic ape flew backwards, landing ten meters away.

It looked into the boy's eyes, revealing a hint of fear, then knelt on its knees and howled, its claws scratching the ground as it kowtowed.

"Are you worshiping my physical strength"

Seeing the red-haired demon ape rhythmically kowtow and howl, Wang Xuan touched his chin curiously, then jumped onto the peach tree, uncapped the ten-li wine jug, and dropped several Lingxiang peaches into it.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

A rhythmic howling, coming from behind.

Wang Xuan frowned, turned his head back, and saw over thirty red-haired demon apes rushing in from outside the valley.

It's not about worshipping him, but rather calling for help

"Little Ape, you're being a little unethical."

Wang Xuan sent the last lingxiang peach into the ten-li wine gourd and jumped down from the peach tree.

Seeing a horde of monkeys charging at him angrily, streaks of crimson sword shadows shot out from his brow and flew towards them.

'Ding ding ding...'

Ten sword shadows slashed onto those demonic apes, cleaving through their fur and bringing out faint blood threads.

I have to say, these red-haired demon apes are truly strong physically.

The Fire Sword's Shadow did not inflict any real damage upon them, but they also ceased their charge, looking at the human youth. In their demonic eyes, there was a hint of fear.

Wang Xuan waved his hand, and ten sword shadows flew back, merging into one. He stepped on it, riding the sword swiftly away.

Those demonic apes were all cultivators of the Secret Realm level. They weren't difficult to deal with, but they must have a leader with high cultivation.

Wang Xuan, wielding his sword, flew twenty li. Seeing that the demon ape horde had not caught up, he sheathed his flaming sword.

He glanced at the token on his waist, the number had changed to 'five'.

It's obviously the aura of harvesting plum blossoms.

Wang Xuan rushed through the mountains, scrutinizing the treasure map. After half an hour, he climbed to the top of a mountain and saw the scene behind it.

Behind the mountain was a cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff lay an open expanse. The rolling flames were divided into three kinds.

Although it was a vast, open expanse with nothing flammable, the fire raged fiercely.

And in the open field, there was a group of men and women walking with difficulty in the flames.

Wang Xuan's gaze fell upon something in the center of the flames.

It is a small cauldron floating in mid-air!

Its body was pitch black, and the material was quite special. Upon closer inspection, one could faintly see specks of dark light, like countless jewels embedded within its body, sparkling with brilliance and captivating beauty, forming a world of its own.

A palm-sized tripod, slowly rotating by itself in mid-air half a zhang off the ground, gave one a feeling of heaviness and mystery.

...But on the tripod's surface, there were patterns of the sun, moon, stars. The lid constantly quivered and jumped like a boiling pot lid, with wisps of flame periodically erupting from the gaps between the lid and the cauldron...

Wang Xuan looked at the small cauldron, and from the jumping gap of the lid, he saw three white pills inside.

Waves of powerful soul power rippled out, almost tangible circles sweeping across the open expanse of void.

"Based on the fluctuations in soul power, the lowest level is Rank 7 of the King Class."

Wang Xuan took a deep breath.

Needless to say, this cauldron emitting flames is undoubtedly the Divine-Burning Cauldron!

"As expected of a former Divine Soul, even after falling to the King rank, it is still exceptionally spiritual."

A divine-grade spirit will have no low spirituality.

Wang Xuan's beautiful eyes twinkled, observing from afar.

This Burning God Cauldron should have initially reached the level of a divine weapon. Because Wang Xuan had read many martial spirit classics in his previous life, including a comprehensive record of divine-grade martial spirits, this cauldron was not mentioned within it.

In the world, there are countless and inexhaustible spirit souls. No force can record all of them.

On the Divine Weapon Spirit Ranking, there is no mention of this Burning God Cauldron. This means that this Martial Soul isn't particularly outstanding among Divine-ranked ones and failed to make it onto the list.

Wang Xuan looked down at the dozen or so men and women, all resisting the flames spewing from the Burning God Cauldron, struggling to approach it.

One man was about twenty-four or five years old, dressed in fine and luxurious clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand. A carefree smile played on his face, but the beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks betrayed that he wasn't exactly having an easy time.

A man's martial arts cultivation is at the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Shan Hai Realm!

"With this person's martial arts, among the younger generation in Xuanwu Kingdom, they are already considered top-tier."

Wang Xuan, who is this seemingly nonchalant and carefree young master

Wang Xuan's gaze shifted, falling on another female cultivator.

Her dress bore the mark of a crescent moon, clearly indicating she was a disciple of the Yanyue Sect. Her cultivation base fluctuated at the middle stage of the first level of the Shanhai Realm.

Others, men and women alike, were hidden within the secluded realm. Wang Xuan paid them little attention.

After a careful glance, Wang Xuan's figure moved slightly. He jumped off the cliff that was a hundred meters high, landing steadily at the bottom of the mountain like a roc spreading its wings.

Before even entering the vast expanse of the Fire River, scorching waves of heat hit you mercilessly...hniques and sword techniques were unleashed.For a moment, soul power surged, sword light crisscrossed, and sword energy filled the air. The attacks of twenty-five people converged into a torrent, char...