Chapter 516: Sending You an Opportunity

The Human World

The corpse had been sealed by restrictions, its wounds still fresh. Each wound had been meticulously pondered over and carefully inflicted by Qin Sang.

Qin Sang raised his hand, attaching the mustard seed bag to the corpse's waist. He then took out the corpse coffin and strapped it to the corpse's back. Simultaneously, he cautiously activated the 'Spirit Evasion Art' to suppress his aura.

He had noted in the jade slip that before it was fully refined, the corpse puppet could not be used in combat. This was indeed the case. At this stage of refining the corpse, with the Golden Core residing in its spiritual sea, it could only be barely appeased by the corpse-refining restrictions. Rashly disturbing the spiritual sea and breaking this balance would trigger a backlash from the Golden Core.

With these preparations complete, Qin Sang arrived near the Qingyang Demonic Sect's mountain gate. He concealed himself in the shadows, gazing at the sect.

Towering mountains, lush and green.

At the edge of the mountains, white clouds swirled and immortal cranes cried, presenting a scene of immortal dwellings. It made one wonder if this was truly a demonic sect's stronghold.

The Qingyang Demonic Sect was divided into three layers: inner, outer, and forbidden areas, all sealed by spiritual formations. The outer sect was where guests were received, and also housed the sect's spiritual beasts, herb gardens, and other external areas. The green mountains Qin Sang was currently seeing constituted the Qingyang Demonic Sect's outer sect.

There were eight such green mountains in total, arranged very regularly in the eight directions around the Qingyang Demonic Sect. It was unknown if a mighty figure had adjusted them using mountain-moving divine abilities, as they couldn't be so neatly aligned otherwise.

As far as Qin Sang's eyes could see, on the green mountain directly to the south, a white jade staircase led straight to the mountaintop, disappearing into the sea of clouds. The Qingyang Demonic Sect's mountain gate was concealed at the top of the jade staircase; to enter the sect, one had to pass through this gate.

Beyond the outer sect was the inner sect, where Qingyang Demonic Sect disciples cultivated. The forbidden area, however, was a region within the inner sect sealed by a grand formation. It was the Qingyang Demonic Sect's core stronghold, filled with layers of restrictions. Fortunately, Qin Sang did not need to break into the forbidden area, as the Divine Astral Peak, where the Qingyang Astral Qi descended from the heavens, was located within the inner sect.

Qin Sang glanced at the Qingyang Demonic Sect. In a desolate wilderness outside the mountain gate, he found a hidden spot and buried all his treasures deep underground, including his mustard seed bag, corpse puppet bag, spirit beast bag, and other items. He carefully concealed them with restrictions.

Having done this, Qin Sang was still a little uneasy, as his entire fortune was here. He carefully checked everything before quietly slipping away.

At this time, a rosy glow appeared in the distant east, and the morning sun was about to rise. Qin Sang quickened his pace, heading directly southwest, speeding through the mountains and forests. He had already deviated far from the direction of Qingyang Market City. However, Wuya Valley was still near the Qingyang Demonic Sect, and Qingyang Market City was the largest market city in the nearby cultivation world. He might encounter cultivators who liked to roam the wilderness, so Qin Sang's movements remained extremely cautious.

After crossing dozens of mountains and rivers, he didn't encounter a single soul. Arriving at a mountain hollow, Qin Sang suddenly paused and stopped.

To the west of the Qingyang Demonic Sect lay a large mortal kingdom, whose people were affiliated with the Qingyang Demonic Sect. Continuing southwest for this distance, one would reach one of the border cities of the mortal kingdom. Among them was a small city named Qingcheng, which was entirely inhabited by mortals. Qingcheng was on the border; eastward, there were no more mortal cities, only desolate mountains and wilderness. This was because it was already close to Wuya Valley, an area predominantly frequented by cultivators.

And the mountain hollow where Qin Sang was located was a vital path from Qingcheng to the Qingyang Demonic Sect. He retracted his aura and lightly descended into the mountain hollow. He looked around, then began to busy himself. Starting from the hollow's entrance, he arranged mottled bloodstains, scattered footprints, chaotic spiritual energy, and bent vegetation.

Before long, the appearance of the mountain hollow changed drastically. Qin Sang had arranged it to create the illusion of a severely wounded cultivator who had desperately escaped and eluded pursuers, but whose vitality had run out upon reaching this point, ultimately perishing in the hollow. Finally, Qin Sang placed the corpse at the end of the bloodstains, allowing it to lie face down in the overgrown grass.

Combined with the alterations Qin Sang had made to the corpse itself, this arrangement, if not for Qin Sang himself having done it, would make it difficult for someone encountering it suddenly to spot any flaws at first glance.

Out of caution, Qin Sang still checked everything carefully. He then flashed to the front of the corpse and suddenly activated a surge of corpse qi within his body, spreading it throughout. In an instant, Qin Sang's appearance changed drastically. With a green face, fangs, and a ferocious expression, he looked exactly like a true corpse puppet, his original features completely unrecognizable.

"Fortunately, I can quickly revert to my original appearance by suppressing the corpse qi afterward," Qin Sang murmured, touching his cheek. "Otherwise, with this face, I'd probably find it impossible to move an inch in the cultivation world later on." To disguise himself as a corpse puppet, he naturally couldn't use restrictions to conceal his face anymore, so he had to rely on corpse qi to alter it. The reputation of the Shadowless Sword was known to everyone in the Chaotic Isles region. Qin Sang now had a minor reputation himself, so there was no guarantee he wouldn't be recognized.

Next, Qin Sang casually placed the corpse coffin not far from the corpse, then used a stealth technique to enter the coffin and waited patiently.

Qin Sang hadn't chosen the person he planned to use to enter the Qingyang Demonic Sect randomly. Having spent twenty-eight years in Qingyang Market City, Qin Sang had set aside his airs as a high-level cultivator and frequently interacted with Qingyang Demonic Sect disciples. He had secretly created profiles for the Qingyang Demonic Sect cultivators he frequently communicated with. Those with higher cultivation, he had less contact with and knew little about. But as for those below the Foundation Establishment stage, and a few cultivators in the early Foundation Establishment stage, he was already very familiar with them.

The person he had now chosen was named Yu Batian, who was in the early Foundation Establishment stage of cultivation. This person had decent talent and successfully established his foundation, but had been stuck at the bottleneck before the middle Foundation Establishment stage for several decades, unable to break through, somewhat similar to Yu Daiyue back then. However, this person's character was far inferior to Yu Daiyue's. Yu Daiyue eventually suffered from inner demons and attacked fellow disciples, but he was only driven mad after trying every possible method and reaching a dead end.

Qin Sang had interacted with Yu Batian multiple times. In his conversations, Yu Batian often complained and blamed fate. His favorite topic was how so-and-so received appreciation from sect elders, or how much great fortune or excellent treasures others obtained outside. Especially when mentioning some famous cultivators, he would invariably attribute others' achievements to luck, without exception, even if it was a fellow disciple he knew very well. Then he would begin to lament his own bad luck, how he had never received any significant fortune, and curse the unfairness of the Heavenly Dao for keeping him trapped by his bottleneck.

In contrast, Yu Batian himself was not a diligent cultivator. He would grow highly impatient after just a few days of quiet cultivation in his cave abode and would leave to drink and revel, or accompany fellow disciples to Wuya Valley to hunt demons, always being the first to return. As for the Ancient Immortal Battlefield, he had never even visited it once. Moreover, he clung to the mortal world and was consumed by lust, growing worse with age. He extensively collected exceptionally beautiful women in the mortal realm, keeping them in Qingcheng. Every so often, under the guise of training, he would stay in Qingcheng for a few days to indulge himself.

Since Yu Batian desired good fortune so much, Qin Sang decided to give him one. Qin Sang had calculated that today was the day Yu Batian would finish his enjoyment and return from Qingcheng.