Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 348: Nascent Soul Stage First Battle_1

Chapter 348: Nascent Soul Stage First Battle_1

A deafening roar of a dragon reverberated through the air as the Ice Flood Dragon flew over, currently in the late third stage.

Before Shen Long attempted to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage, he had released the Ice Flood Dragon to guard the vicinity and prevent other creatures from approaching.

The Ice Flood Dragon let out a loud dragon chant, seemingly congratulating Shen Long.

"You’ve worked hard."

Shen Long praised, taking out a Beast Nurturing Pill and feeding it to the Ice Flood Dragon.

He had just advanced into the Nascent Soul Stage and needed to seclude himself for some time to consolidate his realm.

The Tree Person came over and said, "Four Core Formation Cultivators came over just now, one of them intended to interfere with the master’s breakthrough to the Nascent Soul, but they have already fled."

"Never mind them! I’ll consolidate my realm first, and if we encounter them again later, we’ll settle the score," Shen Long said.

He retrieved the Ice Flood Dragon into his spirit beast bag, transformed into an escape light, and tore through the sky, landing in a dense forest filled with towering trees.

A beam of green light shone from a giant tree, and the Tree Person appeared.

Shen Long flicked his sleeve and seventy-two yellow Formation Flags with flickering spiritual light flew out, hovering in mid-air.

With a squeeze of his spell, the seventy-two yellow Formation Flags lit up with a blinding yellow light, sinking into the ground around him.

Shen Long took out a yellow Array Plate and injected a spell into it, causing a vast amount of yellow fog to surge from the ground, enveloping an area within a radius of several miles.

He released the Iron Tail Scorpion and instructed it to stand guard with the Tree Person.

Shen Long sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes as a red aurora appeared on his body, enveloping his entire form.

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In the Mantuo Mountain Range, within the Song Family’s quiet estate,

Song Xueqing sat next to Ice Silkworm True Person, having tea and chatting quietly at a green tea table.

"Taoist Friend Lin, my clansmen have been inquiring about your disciple everywhere, but there’s no news of him; I reckon he’s no longer in the Southern Border Cultivation World," said Song Xueqing.

Ice Silkworm True Person had made a request for the Song Family’s assistance in locating Shen Long, but they had not found any trace of him.

"Thank you for your troubles, Madam Song. If there’s ever anything you need from Lin, please feel free to ask," Ice Silkworm True Person promised.

"It was but a small effort. You’ve gone to great lengths to look for your disciple, Young Friend Shen. You and your disciple seem to share a strong bond!" Song Xueqing complimented.

Many Nascent Soul Cultivators treat their disciples as underlings, having them gather cultivation resources and gather intelligence. A master like Ice Silkworm True Person is relatively rare.

"Shouldn’t it be this way? Master and disciple relationships ought to be like so," Ice Silkworm True Person remarked nonchalantly.

"People are not the same. Some masters treat their disciples like slaves, readily killing them if they don’t comply. Others take disciples of special talents, cultivating them to a certain realm before seizing their bodies through possession. And there are even worse cases where disciples are sacrificed in bloody rituals for cultivation purposes," Song Xueqing said.

There are all sorts of masters in the Cultivation Realm.

"Those people are also qualified to be called masters? Let’s not talk about this anymore. Lin must take his leave. Madam Song, if you ever visit the Donghua Cultivation Realm, you are welcome to visit our Spirit Control Sect," Ice Silkworm True Person got up to leave, taking Han Yuwei and the others with him as they left the Mantuo Mountain Range.

If even the Song Family couldn’t find Shen Long, it was likely that he was no longer in the Southern Border Cultivation World; he might have gone to the Northern Sea Cultivation World instead.

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In the Celestial Witch Mountain Range, within a quiet estate,

Wu Xian and Wu Yue sat by a green stone table, having tea and chatting leisurely.

"Wu Xiao went to the Myriad Poison Valley? Why would he go to the Myriad Poison Valley out of the blue?" Wu Xian wondered aloud.

"It’s probably because he wants to advance his Life-Bound Sorcery Insect. Has your Life-Bound Sorcery Insect recovered yet?" Wu Yue inquired.

"It’s almost fully recovered. If we plan to visit the Burial Immortal Tomb again, we must have at least a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator leading the way, and also a Spiritual Treasure," Wu Xian said, with a haunted look on his face by the end.

The previous trip to the Burial Immortal Tomb had nearly resulted in his demise. A future visit required more thorough preparation.

Wu Yue nodded, "Let’s wait for Diviner to return first. He’s out on a mission. Considering his Nascent Soul late-stage cultivation and his possession of a Spiritual Treasure, there should be no problem."

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In the depths of the Myriad Poison Valley, amidst a patch of green woods, a mass of yellow fog could be seen.

The churning yellow fog revealed Shen Long’s figure.

After half a year of seclusion to consolidate his realm, he planned to leave the Myriad Poison Valley.

Shen Long put the Tree Person back into his spirit beast bag and released the Hundred Eyes Cicada.

The Hundred Eyes Cicada, now in the late third stage, issued a cheerful cicada call.

Shen Long fed it a Beast Nurturing Pill, and the cicada’s eyes shone with a blinding golden light.

"Let’s go, it’s time to leave!"

Shen Long instructed as he walked ahead, with the Hundred Eyes Cicada following and the Iron Tail Scorpion burrowing underground.

Three days later, Shen Long appeared in a narrow valley thick with vegetation. The rocky walls on both sides of the valley were uneven. Suddenly, the Iron Tail Scorpion burst forth from the ground, its stinger heading straight for the left wall with a muffled sound.

A yellow lizard appeared, and judging by its aura, it was a late-stage third-tier demon insect.

The head of the yellow lizard was pierced by the Iron Tail Scorpion’s stinger; it struggled a few times before becoming still.

The Iron Tail Scorpion, currently at the late stage of the third tier, had devoured many corpses of third-tier poisonous insects and beasts in the Myriad Poison Valley, its toxicity growing stronger and stronger.

The Iron Tail Scorpion retracted its stinger and spewed a mist of yellow glow, covering the body of the yellow lizard, pulling it into its mouth and swallowing it whole.

The Hundred Eyes Cicada emitted a piercing chirping sound, causing Shen Long to frown.

"Witch Clan!"

Shen Long’s expression turned cold, his face twisted with killing intent.

More than eighty miles away, in a bamboo forest flushing red, a tall and thin man in a golden robe was controlling three golden flying knives to attack Fairy Qingmei. A giant black dove bird was circling unpredictably in the sky, releasing spells to attack Fairy Qingmei.

With a face full of pockmarks and ugly features, the man in the golden robe, by his appearance and attire, was unmistakably a Witch Clan Cultivator.

In front of Fairy Qingmei was a cyan shield, its spiritual light dim, revealing fine cracks on its surface.

She wielded a cyan short sword with dimming spiritual light to battle the three golden flying knives. As the golden flying knives collided with the cyan short sword, sparks flew amidst the clanging sound of metal striking metal.

With a pinch of a spell by the man in the golden robe, the three golden flying knives burst into dazzling golden light, merging into one, transforming into a giant golden blade about a zhang long, slashing towards the cyan short sword.

With a "clang," the cyan short sword was sent flying, and the giant golden blade charged straight at Fairy Qingmei.

Fairy Qingmei clenched her spell, a burst of blinding cyan light illuminating from the shield to meet the attack.

As the giant golden blade collided with the cyan shield, a muffled sound echoed, the cracks on the surface of the shield multiplied, looking as if it might shatter at any moment.

A ripple swayed through the void above Fairy Qingmei’s head as a golden hand appeared out of nowhere, striking downwards. The giant golden hand hit the protective spiritual light covering Fairy Qingmei, and her protective light dimmed as it caved in from the impact.

A gust of wind whooshed past, and the black dove bird appeared.

"Wind Escape Technique!"

Fairy Qingmei was filled with terror.

The man in the golden robe’s mouth curled into a smile, proud that this Black Wind Pigeon, a fourth-tier initial stage with a purity of bloodline reaching level three, had mastered the Wind Escape Technique only after advancing to the fourth tier.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, and a tall young man clad in a blue shirt, expression cold as ice, appeared—it was Shen Long, with a pair of golden wings on his back.

Shen Long opened his mouth and a three-colored flame shot out, striking the Black Wind Pigeon.

An explosive sound rang through the air as the three-colored flames enveloped the Black Wind Pigeon. It tried to douse the flames with a shine from its dark body, but it was futile.

Its claws aimed for Shen Long’s head, but Shen Long was unfazed, his body radiating red light, growing a plethora of red dragon scales, and his right hand transforming into a dragon claw to meet the attack.

The Black Wind Pigeon’s claws collided with the red dragon claw with a thud, the red dragon claw firmly grasping one of the Black Wind Pigeon’s talons. A thick silver lightning column descended from the sky, striking the Black Wind Pigeon, lightning engulfing its body.

Shen Long’s left sleeve shook, and a swath of yellow light-flashing gravel shot out, condensing into yellow arrows that disappeared into the lightning, followed by a series of muffled sounds.

The physical body of the Fourth-Order Early Stage Black Wind Pigeon was still quite strong and not so easily killed.

Shen Long summoned the Zizhu Blade, pinched the spell, and the Zizhu Blade shone with an eye-piercing Spiritual Light, turning into a purple long rainbow that entered the lightning and shot out from within.

The lightning dissipated, and the Black Wind Pigeon’s head was chopped off, signaling its demise.

"Spiritual Treasure!"

The man in the golden robe lost color in shock, his body shone with golden light as he was about to flee, but a green short sword shot towards him, instantly reaching his face.

The man in the golden robe hastily summoned a golden shield to block the green short sword.

A gust of wind blew, and Shen Long suddenly appeared behind the man in the golden robe, his hands turning into red dragon claws, striking the Protective Spirit Light above him, resulting in two muffled noises as the Protective Spirit Light dimmed.

A purple long rainbow came flying, easily breaking the man’s Protective Spirit Light, and cleaving him in two.

A mini infant that looked very much like the man in the golden robe flew out from the corpse—this was his Nascent Soul.

As soon as the mini Nascent Soul left the body, it was grasped by Shen Long, who lit up a blinding red light in the palm of his hand and performed the Soul Search technique, which was a spell that could only be mastered by a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

"Myriad Poison Paste!"

Shen Long felt secretly thrilled; this Witch Clan Cultivator had entered the Myriad Poison Valley to obtain the Myriad Poison Paste, and having successfully acquired it, he had encountered Fairy Qingmei on his way back and killed her.

He took out a Talisman flashing with red light and attached it to the mini Nascent Soul, whose expression became dull.

"Many thanks, Taoist Friend Shen, for your assistance, or else I would have lost my life," Fairy Qingmei said, her eyes full of wariness.

She had never imagined that Shen Long had actually advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage, and even had a Spiritual Treasure.

"It was just a small effort, Madam Qi need not be courteous," Shen Long replied calmly, as if talking about an inconsequential matter.

"This thousand-year-old Qingfeng Grass is a small token of my gratitude; I hope Taoist Friend Shen won’t disdain it."

Fairy Qingmei shook her sleeve, and a green jade box flew out, heading towards Shen Long.

Shen Long caught the jade box, opened it to see, and inside was indeed a stalk of Qingfeng Grass; he did not refuse and put it away.

"Thank you, Madam Qi. I am about to leave the Myriad Poison Valley. Would you like to join me?" Shen Long asked.

"No, I have other matters, so I won’t disturb Taoist Friend Shen. Farewell," Fairy Qingmei said, then transformed into a beam of Escape Light and left.

Shen Long collected the belongings from the dead body of the man in the golden robe, let the Ice Flood Dragon eat the man’s corpse, gathered the Black Wind Pigeon’s body and Spirit Soul, and left the place.