All living beings have souls. Even though Wu Qian is not a real creature of flesh and blood, he has a soul. The same is true for the Eight-Winged Golden Cicada.
The creatures of the Earth are born with strong souls. If they have not embarked on the path of cultivation, or even when they are weak, they will not feel it much. Only as their strength increases, the benefits of a strong soul will be reflected.
To a certain extent, the Eight-Winged Golden Cicada, as an insect beast, has higher talent than Yang Hai. After all, the Eight-Winged Golden Cicada is born with the strength of a martial artist, while Yang Hai is just an ordinary sea snake.
Yang Qi's mind moved, and the Eight-Winged Golden Cicada appeared in front of him. At this time, the Eight-Winged Golden Cicada had already reached the mid-stage of One-Star Martial Honor, but because it had devoured Wu Yuan's corpse, its strength had increased again.
"Uncle Qian, please help me check the condition of the eight-winged golden cicada." Yang Qi looked at Wu Qian.
Wu Qian nodded, moved his hand, and a stream of energy enveloped the eight-winged golden cicada, and he immediately began to examine it.
"What a horrible toxin."
Upon realizing the terrifying toxin contained in the body of the Eight-winged Golden Cicada, Wu Qian's expression changed slightly, and he exclaimed in amazement, "Such a terrifying toxin, I'm afraid even a weak Martial King Realm cannot resist it."
“So amazing?”
Yang Qi's face changed slightly. You know, the poison source absorbed by the eight-winged golden cicada is far less than the poison of the poisonous dragon itself. But even so, it made the weak King of Martial Arts unable to resist. How terrible must the poison of the poisonous dragon be
“The way of poison originates from the way of alchemy. Although there are not many practitioners who practice it, young master must not underestimate it,” Wu Qian said seriously.
Yang Qi nodded slightly. There is no distinction between strong and weak in Taoism. The only difference is the practitioners themselves!
Wu Qian checked for a moment before withdrawing his energy and slowly spoke, "According to my investigation, the source of the poison is still in the body of the Eight-winged Golden Cicada. It is too weak to refine it all at once, and it will only continue to refine it as its strength increases. Only when it evolves to the peak of Martial Honor can it completely refine the source of the poison. Young Master only needs to give it enough food and resources to allow it to continue to grow and evolve."
It is actually possible to evolve to the peak of Martial Master!
A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Qi's eyes. Wu Yuan had said before that he wanted to use the poison source to make that strange creature evolve to the peak of Martial Honor. And now Wu Qian also told him that this poison source can only be completely refined when the Eight-winged Golden Cicada evolves to the peak of Martial Honor.
This source of poison is like a guiding light, pointing directly to the peak of Martial Honor!
“Although the toxins in the Eight-winged Golden Cicada are terrible, they are OK against ordinary practitioners. If they encounter practitioners who are prepared or at the level of Nine-star Martial Lord, it is difficult to pose a threat to practitioners above the level of Nine-star Martial Lord unless they are caught off guard or their flesh is bitten directly.” Wu Qian looked at Yang Qi and said with a little regret, “I am afraid that he will have to wait until he grows to the level of High-level Martial Lord before the toxicity of the poison in his body can be fully exerted.”
"This is already very good. It is a great opportunity for it." Yang Qi chuckled.
He didn't find it strange in his heart. According to what Wu Qian said before, the source of the poison in the Eight-winged Golden Cicada's body had not been completely refined. To put it bluntly, although the quality of the poison in the Eight-winged Golden Cicada's body was sufficient, the quantity was not enough.
Just like Wu Yuan, if he knew that the poison of the Eight-winged Golden Cicada could be transmitted through Yuanli, he would have killed the Eight-winged Golden Cicada instead of imprisoning it directly. The Eight-winged Golden Cicada would probably have died.
It was precisely because Wu Yuan did not know this that he was poisoned. However, because the amount of poison was not enough, he was only affected by the poison. It was not until the second time that the eight-winged golden cicada directly bit Wu Yuan's body that he died completely!
It can be said that a big part of the reason why Wu Yuan died was because he did not know the horror of the source of the poison.
"Why don't I see Senior Zhang?" Yang Qi asked in surprise.
When he returned this time, he only met Wu Qian and did not see Zhang Sanfeng. Logically, Zhang Sanfeng should have stayed in the sect to teach Xuanjizi how to practice during this period of time.
"It seems that something happened at the Chu Palace. Brother Zhang has been there. I'm afraid it will take some time for him to come back." Wu Qian looked at Yang Qi and asked in surprise, "Young Master, do you want to see Brother Zhang about something?"
"That's not the case. I'm just wondering why I didn't see Senior Zhang." Yang Qi shook his head. Usually, Zhang Sanfeng stayed in Tianwu Gate. Apart from teaching Xuanjizi, he would take turns with Wu Qian.
Wu Qian was also very close to Zhang Sanfeng, a powerful Martial King who was born on Earth. Except for some things involving the secrets of the lineage of Emperor Wu Shi, he would almost always communicate with Zhang Sanfeng.
Wu Qian has followed the Wu Shi Emperor for many years. Although his vision is not as broad as Wu Hong's, when it comes to cultivation alone, Wu Qian's knowledge is not necessarily much worse than Wu Hong's. The communication between the two sides is also of great help to Zhang Sanfeng.
Soon after, Yang Qi chatted with Wu Qian for a while, and then came to Tianwu Gate and found the Saint Lord of Southern Xinjiang. At this time, the Saint Lord of Southern Xinjiang and Long Yun and others were gathered together. They had previously trained in the nearby mountains.
Although they had some understanding of the Zichen Continent through the general history of the Zichen Continent left by Yang Qi, these understandings were only recorded after all. Only through personal experience can one truly understand the Zichen Continent. After this tempering, everyone has a sufficient understanding of the Zichen Continent and often gathers together to exchange their spiritual practice experiences.
"Elder Yang!"
Seeing Yang Qi coming, Long Yun and others immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully.
“You’re welcome.” Yang Qi smiled indifferently. Because he founded the Tianwu Sect, his identity has now become the elder of the Tianwu Sect. Others will call him elder when they see him.
“I came here this time to give you some good things.” Yang Qi smiled slightly, and with a movement of his hand, a pile of monster flesh and blood appeared in front of everyone. These were exactly the magic medicine he left in the Purple Emperor Secret Realm.
"Thank you, Elder Yang."
Seeing the familiar witch medicine in front of them, everyone's faces lit up with joy and they quickly expressed their gratitude.
Everyone has personally experienced the benefits of this witch medicine. It is not inferior to elixir and is also extremely beneficial for body training.
Yang Qi hadn't seen Long Yun and the others for a while, so they lit a bonfire, roasted monster meat, and started a conversation. Although Long Yun and the others were much weaker than Yang Qi, they had learned more and more about the Zichen Continent during this period, and were full of confidence in their future cultivation path, because they represented not only themselves, but also the holy land behind them!
While drinking the unique wine of the earth and taking the unique magical medicine of the Purple Emperor Secret Realm, Yang Qi seemed to see the figures of the masters of the major holy places again.
After a long chat, Yang Qi called the Southern Xinjiang Saint Lord aside and handed him Wu Yuan's insights on insects and beasts that he had already prepared.
"This is..." Looking at the animal skin in front of him, the Saint Lord of Southern Xinjiang was slightly stunned. (To be continued)