on, but it must be extraordinary. It's very likely that no one has ever set foot on it before, and there may even be treasures more valuable than those in the Lingbao Pavilion.>Even a single sip of so..."Give me..."

The young man with the surname Han reached out to take it, holding the bag in his hand, his eyes half-closed.

At this moment, Qin Sang suddenly felt a strange fluctuation coming from the youth's body. This breath was very familiar, it had both spiritual power and divine consciousness!

Only a flash of light was seen at the opening of the bag, and then a jade bottle appeared out of thin air, landing in the young man's hand.

Seeing this, Qin Sang's eyes widened.

It really is a storage bag!

But he fell into deep doubt again, the Han youth's actions didn't seem special at all, why couldn't he open the seven-colored treasure pouch

There were a few transparent dan pills in the jade bottle.

The young man with the surname Han opened his eyes and said with relief, "Water-dew Pill... Fortunately! Fortunately!"

As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the jade bottle and poured all the pills into his mouth, swallowing them whole.

The moment the jade bottle was opened, a sweet fragrance surged into Qin Sang's nostrils. In that instant, Qin Sang felt refreshed and invigorated, as if a weight had been lifted from her entire being.

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After swallowing the Water Dew Pill, a blush appeared on the face of the young man surnamed Han. His breath immediately stabilized and became much deeper. He, who was originally unable to move, actually turned over and sat up.

Immortal elixir!

Qin Sang's eyes widened, staring intently at the jade bottle and pouch. Her heart was pounding like claws were scraping against it.

The young man with the surname Han saw Qin Sang's appearance and chuckled, "Stop looking. This is a mustard seed bag. It needs to be opened with divine consciousness. Use a spell of manipulating objects to take things in and out. You, a mere mortal general, if Han gave it to you, you wouldn't be able to use it."

A young man with the surname Han let out a mouthful of turbid air and struggled to his feet. He looked around, then suddenly said: "General Qin, Han owes you a life-saving grace, I cannot repay it. Tell me, what do you want Gold, silver, treasures, beautiful wives, or wealth and power, Han can make it happen for you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Sang did not hesitate at all and knelt down with a thud. "Qin Sang doesn't want anything, just begs Master Han to take Qin Sang as his disciple and teach him immortal arts!"

"Hehehe..."

A young man surnamed Han chuckled softly, seeming unfazed. He glanced at Qin Sang and asked a peculiar question, “Since General Qin is heading north, is your master the Duke of Dongyang”

He also knows King Dongyang

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Qin Sang was puzzled, and said softly, "Is that so"

The young man with the surname Han nodded, but said: “The path of immortality isn't that easy, and not everyone can cultivate it... Since you are a general under King Dongyang, we will see each other again soon. Think about it carefully then. By the way…”

There was no need for Qin Sang to argue. The young man surnamed Han bent down and flipped over the corpse, taking off a piece of clothing from it.

This garment shimmered with a faint icy blue light, looking like an autumnal blouse. It was woven from strands of translucent silk, incredibly light and soft in the youth's hands.

"You lead troops into battle, it's hard to guarantee that you won't be hit by stray arrows. If anything happens, Han will have to keep his word. This magic weapon is a breastplate woven from ice silkworm silk, light as nothing. Even ordinary people can wear it for protection, and ordinary swords and blades can't pierce it. General Qin, think carefully about this. We'll meet again on Mount Chaosheng!"

Having said that, the young man surnamed Han reached out and unleashed a green beam of light. His face immediately paled, and he coughed violently several times.

A jade-green gourd swelled with the wind. The young man surnamed Han seemed unusually weak, trembling as he stepped onto the gourd and nodded to Qin Sang. The gourd then shot into the air, vanishing in a flash of green light, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

Qin Sang held the Bingcan Treasure Armor, his palm feeling icy cold.

Watching the young man surnamed Han leave, Qin Sang's eyes flickered uncertainly. It seemed his identity had a lot to do with the immortal who passed on the sacred seal from Mount Chaosheng.

He originally wanted to find out what the art of exorcism was and why not everyone could cultivate immortality. Unexpectedly, the young man left so abruptly that he could only wait for another time to ask.

Qin Sang also vaguely guessed that the young man was eager to leave, possibly to treat his injuries. Those water dew pills were only temporary, suppressing his wounds. His spiritual power was depleted, and he was barely able to manipulate the gourd artifact.

If I had stubbornly acted on my own, it wouldn't have been difficult to kill him. But since things have come to this, there's no need for regret. Whether it's the Bingcan Treasure Armor or the promise made by the young man surnamed Han, they are already considered great gains.

Finally met a cultivator!

Aside from his joy, the only thing that gave Qin Sang a headache was this person's unwavering determination. He seemed to have zero tolerance for anything he deemed wrong, even going so far as to risk his life to eliminate a demon cultivator.

Her thoughts raced, Qin Sang stood there for a moment, then came to her senses and looked around.

The incident happened so suddenly that Qin Sang didn't have time to drive the soldiers away. What just happened was seen by all the soldiers. Now, these soldiers were all stealing glances at Qin Sang intentionally or unintentionally, their eyes filled with various meanings.

Qin Sang let out a cold snort, her eyes narrowed as she glared at them. All the soldiers lowered their heads in response.

“Everyone, return to camp to rest. Tomorrow morning, we continue on our journey. Conquering the Raven's Mouth will be a great achievement, and I guarantee you all promotion and riches. Keep today's events to yourselves, none of you dare leak them. Anyone who does will have their heads chopped off!”

"Yes, sir!"

Back at the camp, Qin Sang noticed that all the soldiers looked at him strangely as he walked. He sighed inwardly and knew that with so many people present, it was unrealistic to expect them to keep silent.

Even Shui Monkey, Wu Zhuanzong and others who followed him closely seemed to have something they wanted to say but hesitated.

Qin Sang pondered for a while in his tent, then had the water monkey summon Zhang Wenkui, Wu Chuanzong, and others to join him.

"You have been by my side for many years, it's time for you to stand on your own," Qin Sang got straight to the point. Seeing them looking at each other in confusion and not daring to speak, he chuckled softly and softened his tone, "My ambition is to seek immortality, which has never changed. I don't care about worldly wealth and glory at all, Zhou Lao understands this. If there is no opportunity, then so be it. Now that I have been fortunate enough to meet this chance for immortality, I absolutely won't give up."

Shuihouzi Zhou Ning nodded. When they first met Qin Sang, Bai Jianglan had seen through Qin Sang's thoughts, and now it seems nothing has changed.

Wu Chuanzong exclaimed excitedly, "Master, did that immortal agree to save you"

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Qin Sang nodded. "You could say that. If I leave, Elder Bai wouldn't want to take on a leadership role, and after that, you'd have no one to look after you, you'd have to rely on yourselves. For this period of time, I'll stay and do my best to pave the way for you. This victory at Crow Mouth will be highlighted in the military reports, along with your previous achievements, which should help you secure some good positions. After I leave, whether you become marquesses or ministers, or just ordinary people, it all depends on your own capabilities."

Upon hearing this, all the generals were filled with excitement and exclaimed, "Thank you, General, for your care!"

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After bidding farewell to his generals, Qin Sang closed his military tent and took out the Bingcan treasure armor.

The young man surnamed Han said that the Bingcan Treasure Armor was a magical artifact, so Qin Sang followed the method of controlling the Zi Hun Ling.

After a moment, the Bing Can Baojia automatically flew from Qin Sang's palm. It grew larger and smaller in mid-air for a while before finally settling onto Qin Sang's body and then disappearing instantly.

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