t was impossible for him to make a move within the market. Qin Sang therefore began to operate near Fengcang Market, waiting for Liang Yan to leave the market before making his move.Unexpectedly, Lian...The mountain road was rugged and strewn with jagged rocks.

The terrain was dangerous, so out of caution, Qin Sang did not choose to fly.

Although the feng shui map has markings, this place is not static.

For example, the lair of a ferocious beast. Every time it is opened, it is different from the last time, and the beasts themselves kill each other. Accidents happen when one stumbles into the lair of a ferocious beast.

Cultivators who die at the mouths of ferocious beasts are no less numerous than those who perish in the restrictions of secret realms.

The two-headed hellhound and Qin Sang stood side by side, guarding together. In terms of sensing ferocious beasts, the two-headed hellhound was more sensitive than Qin Sang.

Soon, Qin Sang successfully reached the summit. His figure flickered, hiding among a pile of rocks, observing the path ahead.

The path he chose was secluded, and there were no signs of anyone having walked it on the way up the mountain. The forest ahead looked very quiet, with no sign of people.

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The mountains behind us grew taller and taller, so we could only take one step at a time.

He and the two-headed hound quickly descended the mountain, crossed the valley, and began climbing again. They went over three mountains in succession without encountering any danger, their pace becoming a little lighter with each step.

"Finally, I see..."

Qin Sang stood on the mountaintop, gazing at the sea of clouds behind the mountains, her eyes unblinking, muttering to herself.

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At the edge of sight, deep within the sea of clouds, a towering tower stands, its silhouette faintly appearing and disappearing.

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In the depths of the clouds, golden light shone, as if a great sun were hidden within them.

Clouds rolled and surged, ever-changing, and from afar, Qin Sang could only see a section in the middle of the pagoda. The spire plunged deep into the sea of clouds.

From afar.

Under the golden glow, it seemed as if countless auspicious birds and beasts surrounded the Sky Tower, displaying an ultimate celestial aura. Qin Sang was mesmerized, stunned by the majesty of the Sky Tower.

He looked up at the depths of the white clouds.

Did you fall from up above

With a puzzled expression, he stared for a long time. Aside from the vast clouds, he couldn't see anything else. It was no wonder that the cultivators at the foot of the Heavenly Pagoda back then mistook him for an ancient corpse.

"Let's go!"

Qin Sang retracted his gaze, patted the two-headed hound's head, and continued on his journey.

A great river flows through the valley between two mountains, its waters rushing and crashing against the mountain walls, sending up showers of white spray.

On both sides of the mountain, waterfalls cascaded down, their deafening roar echoing through the mountains and drowning out all other sounds.

At this time, Qin Sang and the two-headed hound were hiding in a thicket of bushes, looking up at the damp stone wall ahead, daring not to make a sound.

The water spraying from the waterfall formed a mist in the valley, allowing them to hide easily.

They were staring at a crack in the cliff face, where white-feathered red-tailed cranes sometimes flew out. They would circle outside for a while before flying back into the crevice.

Standing in Qin Sang's position, one could see some scenes within the crevices of the stones.

The cracks in the rocks are where these cranes make their nests, with a dozen or so inside.

Each one looks like this.

An adult crane, including its long tail feathers, is about one zhang long.

Qin Sang recognized it—this crane was called the Scarlet-Tailed Crane, a unique vicious beast belonging to the Hall of Seven Kills. It had a violent temper, razor-sharp claws, and though its body was slender compared to those fierce beasts, its flesh was incredibly tough.

Facing a group of adult red-crowned cranes, even a late-stage cultivator could only flee in terror.

The red-crowned crane prefers wooded areas and often inhabits ancient trees, building their nests in lush, old trees. A group of red-crowned cranes can often occupy a large swathe of forest.

Because the nests are hidden, many cultivators mistakenly enter their territory.

It was strange that this group of red-tailed cranes lived in the crevices they disliked the most. At first, Qin Sang didn't notice and almost got discovered by the red-tailed cranes. He quickly hid himself.

Others saw so many red-crowned cranes and couldn't even dodge them.

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Only someone with both artistic talent and courage would dare approach like Qin Sang. He discovered that there was a reason why these creatures chose to reside here.

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There was an old vine rooted deep in the crevices of stone, clinging to the rock.

The vines hung down, with several bright red fruits hanging from them.

Qin Sang couldn't figure out what kind of spirit fruit this was.

But to be able to attract an entire flock of red-crowned cranes to migrate, it must be no ordinary fruit. Qin Sang then got an idea and, with the two-headed hound lurking nearby, observed whether they could snatch the spirit fruit.

If he encounters a secret realm shrouded in ancient restrictions, it will take some time to break the seal. No matter how good the treasure is, he won't linger and will definitely head straight for the Sky Tower.

Grabbing the spirit fruit, picking it and running away, wouldn't waste much time.

Moreover, he happened to know something about red-tailed hawks and was confident in shaking them off. Such a lusciously red fruit, it would be a shame not to pick it after all this way.

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The Hall of Seven Kills has many places where spiritual herbs and fruits grow, but they are either heavily guarded or protected by ferocious beasts. Whether they can be picked depends on their ability.

It's rare to have this opportunity, and if you miss it, there will be no more.

No matter what use a spirit fruit has, whether it is ripe or not, it's never a bad idea to get your hands on one.

Qin Sang quietly retreated, observing the surrounding terrain. Returning to his original position, he gave the two-headed hound a few instructions and repeated the same trick, sending it out to lure the enemy.

Qin Sang was very familiar with this process and, relying on his escapism techniques, did all sorts of evil.

The two-headed hellhound was reluctant. This group of red-crowned cranes were clearly much stronger than the beasts at the bottom of the cliff. If they were caught by the red-crowned cranes, it might be finished here.

When you're running, jump into the river. They won't find you there, meet me downstream. Once we figure out what kind of fruit it is, I'll give you one back.

Qin Sang softly promised.

The two-headed hound's fluffy head bumped into Qin Sang, its two vertical pupils staring straight at him.

It was suspicious of this person, wondering if they were fooling it.

Ever since it was captured by this person, it has been treated as a laborer, doing all the dirty and tiring work, but getting none of the good things. Its status is even lower than that fat bug that just eats and sleeps.

If this person hadn't sworn to return it freedom, it wouldn't have bothered.

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Qin Sang glared at it fiercely, "Aren't you afraid that it's a poisonous fruit and will poison you to death The ferocious beasts inside are all abnormal. If you want to become like them, just eat!"

The two-headed hellhound recalled the chaotic battle in the Purple Mist Wasteland, shrank its head back, and leaped from the bushes.

Its figure was agile, it pounced onto the cliff in one leap, claws hooked, sinking deep into the rock, then leaping upwards.

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At the same time, a red-crested crane in the crevices discovered the traces of the two-headed hellhound and let out a piercing shriek.

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A flock of adult red-crowned cranes burst from the crevice, swooping down like lightning.

The wind was blowing fiercely.

The red-crowned crane was awe-inspiring, its sharp claws gleaming coldly. The two-headed hound did not dare to be careless. Its figure flickered, splitting into several illusory figures in an instant, rushing towards different directions on the sheer cliff, but its target remained the same.

The Red-crowned Crane couldn't tell the real from the fake at first, and split its forces to stop the phantom.

They did not notice that as they were being attracted by the two-headed hellhound, a figure silently climbed up the cliff in the distance at great speed.

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’Plop plop…'

The phantom was continuously broken, the two-headed hound was almost caught by a red-tailed crane. Seeing that things were hopeless, it flipped its body and jumped directly off the cliff. It landed on the ground and began to flee at high speed.

The agitated red-crowned crane would not let go.

At this time, the figure had already climbed up the sheer cliff.

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