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That evening, Shangao Village lit up with bonfires, and the villagers sang and danced around them.

In daylight, a furry, robust leg of "Huang Daxian" had been chopped off by the villagers, cut into pieces, and roasted by the fireside.

Juices sizzled from the fatty meat.

Many villagers gathered around the demon's carcass, eagerly devouring it with smiles on their faces.

The flesh of this demon was rich in essence. Many young people in the village felt their bodies become robust and their strength greatly increase after eating it.

Even the village chief looked radiant and spirited.

As he ate, the village chief suddenly remembered something and called a young man, "Hurry, take some of this roasted meat to Young Master Shen. We mustn't hog this all to ourselves and forget our benefactor."
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"Hey, Sanlengzi has already taken it. But, you know, he's an Immortal; he doesn't care for such trifles and won't eat them."

The village chief was surprised and curiously looked in a particular direction of the village.

In Shangao Village, inside a tidy earthen house.

On a flat wooden bed, Shen Qing sat cross-legged, his body surrounded by a faint halo of Spiritual Energy.

With his eyes closed and concentrating, his hands formed seals, beginning to refine the precious medicine and Demon Core in his hands.

Generally, a Demon Core contains many impurities and violent energy, which would need to be neutralized with other medicinal herbs, but for Shen Qing, who had now reached the Primordial Spirit Realm, this was no longer necessary.

He could remove these impurities and violent energies with his Primordial Spirit. After purging the impurities, he could directly consume the refined Demon Core to strengthen himself.

After a day's refining, Shen Qing had purified more than a dozen Demon Cores.

With a thought, he circulated his Physical and Spiritual Power.

The Spiritual Medicines and Demon Cores, one by one, were swallowed into his stomach, transforming into a gentle stream that slowly merged into his body.

Each droplet was filled with mighty Life Force and pure energy.

As these precious medicines and Demon Cores were refined, Shen Qing's aura gradually became profound and powerful.

Inside him, Spiritual Power continuously travelled through his blood and meridians, following a specific route mapped out by the Six Paths Reincarnation Technique.

Bright lights lit up in his acupoints, connecting to form a mottled and complex pathway.

Gradually, his skin became translucent, and the surrounding fluctuations of Spiritual Power grew stronger.

Nourished by this power, every circulation of Spiritual Power enhanced his cultivation, eased his injuries, and even repaired his damaged Primordial Spirit.

After an indeterminate period, Shen Qing emerged from his meditation, returning to lucidity and slowly exhaling a breath of stale air, stirring his Primordial Spirit.

Suddenly, another Shen Qing, identical to him, burst from his body and floated in front of him.

This Primordial Spirit had many fine cracks on one arm, and upon closer inspection, one could see that it was missing a piece the size of a thumb, a result of forcibly using the Ancient Blade.

Repairing it would not be an overnight task.

Under Shen Qing's control, the dazzling golden Primordial Spirit stretched its body, distancing itself from its host.

The Primordial Spirit then stood silently on an unnamed barren hill.

After about a quarter of an hour there, Shen Qing felt the cold wind slashing at him like knives from the sky, making it difficult to endure.

He silently estimated that this time his Primordial Spirit could fly two miles away and last for a quarter of an hour.

Compared to before, there was significant Progress, but there was still a vast difference from the true Kongyou Realm, where the Primordial Spirit could become a second life, traversing the heavens and earth freely.

At this moment, time and distance had reached the limits that his Primordial Spirit could endure.

Shen Qing did not linger outside any longer and returned to his original self.

He hurried along, but his mind was preoccupied with planning for the future.

Right now, Ji Zikong, by slaughtering a clan member in front of everyone, clearly showed his hand, abandoning his identity as an emperor, wanting to monopolize all the spiritual martial mechanisms to vie for the Great Dao.

In addition, various major families deliberately breeding demons had led to demons rampaging everywhere, devouring human lives.

Shangao Village was just a part of this.

The world had already lost order, and great chaos was imminent.

In such chaotic times, being targeted by Ji Zikong, he might be retaliated against at any moment; the slightest carelessness could result in death and the annihilation of his path.

"It seems I need to quickly enhance my strength," Shen Qing silently considered, "If I face Ji Zikong again, I should at least be at the Great Perfection of the Kongyou Realm to stand a fighting chance. The cultivation of the Unity Realm is too powerful; such martial masters are very hard to kill."

"The spiritual power in Jinzhou is too sparse, unsuitable for cultivation. I'll have to go somewhere else once my injuries have improved a bit more."

Shen Qing thought for a moment and made his decision.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Shen Qing continued to sit cross-legged, channeling the Six Paths Reincarnation Technique.

The spiritual power inside his body began to surge, continuously moving in the Grand Circulation, making his internal spiritual power increasingly abundant.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Qing suddenly awoke from his cultivation.

He opened his eyes, which flashed with sharp light.

At this moment, he realized that his body's injuries had mostly healed and were no longer a major concern. Even the skirmish with Ji Zikong had brought some insights that were beneficial to the advancement of his cultivation.

"It's about time to leave."

Shen Qing stood up, feeling the surging spiritual energy within his body, in high spirits.

He pushed the door open and saw the little girl Niuniu alone, playing hopscotch by the door.

She saw Shen Qing and exclaimed joyously, "Big brother, you've finally come out."

Shen Qing smiled and said, "You've been here this whole time?"

Niuniu nodded, innocently saying, "Yeah. Everyone in the village says big brother is a 'True Immortal' and doesn't need to eat or drink, but I was worried, so I came to check on you."

"Niuniu, have your dad come over, I have some things to ask him."

"My dad went out to work; he won't be back until noon."

Shen Qing asked, "Is your village's chief around then?"

The little girl, Niuniu, nodded, "He is; he hasn't gone out these past two days."

"Good, I'll go to him. You can go back now." Shen Qing took strides toward the village chief's house.

The little girl Niuniu called out to Shen Qing, "Big brother, are you leaving?"

Shen Qing paused in his steps but did not answer.

When Shen Qing arrived at the village chief's house, the chief was, as usual, sitting on the threshold smoking his pipe.

Upon seeing Shen Qing approaching, the chief quickly stood up, bowing and scraping, "Young Master Shen."

"I need to ask you something," Shen Qing began.

Shen Qing had killed that yellow skin and saved the entire Shangao Village, a great kindness to their village of dozens of people.

Even though the chief might not be the clearest in other matters, he was very clear about such significant matters. He hurriedly said, "Young Master Shen, just ask. I definitely won't conceal what I know."

Shen Qing asked, "I want to ask you if you know about the Huang Tian Sect?"