Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 383 - 292 Visiting Ye Sen (No More Today)_1

Chapter 383: 292 Visiting Ye Sen (No More Today)_1

The Four-Winged Fire Ant ranks five hundred and thirteenth on the Heaven and Earth Exotic Insect List, flies very quickly, feeds on metallic ores, and can spit flames from its mouth.

Compared to the Gold-Winged Fire Ant, the Four-Winged Fire Ant is faster and possesses stronger divine skills.

Shen Long released twelve Four-Winged Fire Ants, which outwardly appeared to differ from Gold-Winged Fire Ants by an extra pair of wings, but seemed otherwise indistinguishable.

With a flick of his spell, a brilliant golden light enveloped the twelve Four-Winged Fire Ants, which congregated and transformed into a spear of constantly shifting golden light.

He clapped his chest, and a thick curtain of blue light emerged, enveloping his entire body.

With another flick of his spell, the golden spear headed straight for him and struck accurately upon the blue light curtain, emitting a dull thud, causing the curtain to dent inwards and the spiritual light to dim.

"The attack speed has increased, and the power has improved, not bad," he praised.

Spirit Ants distinguish their kin by scent, and although these twelve Four-Winged Fire Ants had mutated, their scent remained the same, so the Gold-Winged Fire Ants would not reject them.

With another flick of his spell, the twelve Four-Winged Fire Ants dispersed.

Shen Long shook his sleeve, and a dagger flickering with green light flew out, striking one of the Four-Winged Fire Ants.

A sound resembling that of metal clashing against metal, "clang," echoed, yet the ant’s body bore not a single mark.

Shen Long urged his spell again, and the green dagger radiated a piercing green light, slashing at the Four-Winged Fire Ant once more. A dull metallic thud resonated, and upon closer inspection, a faint slash barely visible to the naked eye could be seen on the ant’s body.

Shen Long was thrilled; their defense had also substantially strengthened.

A familiar voice traveled from the distant horizon, "Master, you have arrived."

A streak of blue Escape Light appeared on the distant horizon and with a flicker, it stopped, revealing the form of the Gold-Winged Windroc.

The healing effectiveness of the Snow Jade Ointment was remarkable. After recuperating for over twenty years, the Gold-Winged Windroc had fully recovered.

"You’re not in any trouble, are you?" Shen Long asked.

"I recovered a long time ago," replied the Gold-Winged Windroc, its tone brimming with pride.

Shen Long nodded and fed the Gold-Winged Windroc an eight hundred-year-old Qingfeng Grass, then placed it into the Spirit Beast bag.

He gathered up the twelve Four-Winged Fire Ants into the Spirit Beast bag and exited the Myriad Beasts Tower.

He summoned Lin Sen, instructed him with a few words, and left the Spirit Control Sect.

He planned to make a trip to Medicine King Valley. If he could concoct the Profound Ice Jade Lotus Pill, the Iron Tail Scorpion’s recovery would be accelerated.

...

In the Xuanyang Mountain Range, the headquarters of Xuanyang Sect was housed within a secret chamber.

Xuanyang True Monarch lay on a blue stone bed, his complexion ashen.

Fairy Skyfire and Han Jinlong stood beside him, their brows deeply furrowed.

Xuanyang True Monarch, Seven Stars Hermit, and Granny Xuemei had prepared for years to enter the Burial Immortal Tomb in search of treasure. There, they met a late-stage, fourth-order Soul-Devouring Scorpion; Granny Xuemei was killed on the spot, Xuanyang True Monarch and Seven Stars Hermit fled in different directions. Xuanyang True Monarch suffered severe soul damage and barely managed to escape back to Xuanyang Sect.

"We must send people to find miracle elixirs capable of healing the Divine Soul; otherwise, our ancestor can only lie on the stone bed," said Han Jinlong, his face riddled with concern.

Currently, Xuanyang True Monarch was extremely weak, hardly distinguishable from a living dead; even a Core Formation cultivator could kill Xuanyang True Monarch.

"I will dispatch people immediately to search, sparing no cost, to heal Senior Brother Han," Fairy Skyfire stated solemnly.

If something were to happen to Xuanyang True Monarch, Xuanyang Sect might lose its status as the number one faction in Qin Country. And that wasn’t even the worst of it—if rival forces learned of this, they would surely seize the opportunity to strike.

"I’ll stay here to take care of the ancestor; I appreciate your efforts, Aunt Master Xu," said Han Jinlong, who was currently at the Core Formation Middle Stage.

"It’s what I should do. I’ll communicate the order right away, then personally make a trip to the Spirit Control Sect. Taoist Friend Shen might have a way," Fairy Skyfire replied.

She immediately thought of Shen Long, realizing that in the entire Qin Country cultivation world, only Shen Long was a fourth-order alchemist.

...

The Medicine King Mountain Range stretched for tens of thousands of miles, in perpetual spring, with exotic flowers and rare herbs everywhere. This was the headquarters of Medicine King Valley.

In a garden filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, Ye Sen and Ye Hongyao sat around a blue stone table, discussing something.

Ye Hongyao was currently at the Core Formation Late Stage, stuck at a bottleneck.

"Junior Sister Xu and the others are preparing to go to Southern Border Cultivation World for business. Go with them. Perhaps this could offer a chance to overcome your bottleneck," instructed Ye Sen.

"Yes, Grand Master Xuan," Ye Hongyao obliged.

Ye Sen took out a Messaging Plate that flickered with green light, inputted a spell, and a respectful male voice sounded, "Master, Senior Shen Long has come to visit, claiming urgent business and requesting a meeting with you."

"Shen Long? Senior Shen? He reached the Nascent Soul?" Ye Sen exclaimed in surprise.

"Indeed, Master. Do you wish to see Senior Shen?" inquired the man.

"Please invite him in! Bring him to my dwelling, and I shall receive him personally," Ye Sen instructed.

"Yes, Master," the man complied.

Ye Sen put away the Messaging Plate, looked at Ye Hongyao, and said, "I remember when you first met Shen Long, both of you were at the Core Formation Early Stage. So many years have passed, and he has actually reached the Nascent Soul."

Over a hundred years ago, during the Medicine King Conference hosted by Medicine King Valley, Shen Long was in attendance. Then, he was merely at the Core Formation Middle Stage. It was unthinkable that he had now reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

"I also didn’t expect him to reach the Nascent Soul; it seems I misjudged him," Ye Hongyao remarked with a sigh.

Throughout her cultivation journey, she had met numerous young elites, and Shen Long had not been the most eye-catching. But now he had reached the Nascent Soul, while those other young elites she knew had advanced into the Nascent Soul Stage.

"Misjudging him in the past doesn’t matter; there’s still time to see him clearly now," Ye Sen said meaningfully.

Not long after, Zhao Feng led Shen Long inside.

"Taoist Friend Shen, congratulations! It’s been many years since we’ve seen each other, and you’ve formed your Nascent Soul," Ye Sen said, offering his congratulations.

"Junior offers his greetings to Senior Shen, congratulations to Senior Shen on advancing to the Nascent Soul Stage," Ye Hongyao saluted gracefully, speaking courteously.

"Taoist Friend Ye is too polite," Shen Long said with a slight smile, looking toward Ye Hongyao with a genial expression, "Fairy Ye, don’t be so formal, we are old acquaintances, it’s fine to address each other as peers."

He needed a favor from someone and thus did not mind such formalities.

"It can’t be said that way. As a junior, I cannot break the rules. When I form my Nascent Soul, I will then address Senior Shen as a peer. I believe that day will not be too far away," Ye Hongyao spoke earnestly, her face filled with confidence.

"Good, when that time comes, Fairy Ye better not forget to invite me for a drink of barley wine," Shen Long said with a laugh.

"Taoist Friend Shen, please have a seat so we can talk," Ye Sen invited Shen Long to sit down.

After exchanging some pleasantries, Shen Long got to the point, "Taoist Friend Ye, I’ve heard that your Medicine King Valley has cultivated many spiritual medicines. I would like to purchase a thousand-year-old Profound Ice Jade Lotus from you. Name your price."

"A thousand-year-old Profound Ice Jade Lotus?" Ye Sen pondered briefly, nodding his head, "I have one, but I am not in need of common wares."

"How about I exchange it with you for some Myriad Poison Paste? I got this from the Myriad Poison Valley," Shen Long offered.

"Myriad Poison Paste?" Ye Sen appeared to be intrigued, but he shook his head, "The thousand-year-old Profound Ice Jade Lotus is important to me."

"What if I use Heavenly Soul True Water to exchange with you, how about that?" Shen Long persisted, unwilling to give up.

"Heavenly Soul True Water? How much is there?" Ye Sen inquired.

Shen Long took out a green gourd and handed it to Ye Sen.

Ye Sen removed the gourd’s cork and swept his divine sense inside, furrowing his brow, "This is too little. Do you think you can exchange a thousand-year-old Profound Ice Jade Lotus with just this amount of Heavenly Soul True Water? You’d need to double it at least."

"This is all the Heavenly Soul True Water I have, if Taoist Friend Ye isn’t interested, let’s forget it," Shen Long said, preparing to take back the green gourd.

He obviously had more Heavenly Soul True Water than this, and he was quite aware Ye Sen was asking for too much.

"Here’s what we’ll do! You give me some more Myriad Poison Paste, and the thousand-year-old Profound Ice Jade Lotus is yours," Ye Sen suggested.

Shen Long took out a golden porcelain bottle and handed it to Ye Sen.

Upon opening the bottle cap, a pungent smell surged out, making Ye Sen’s head spin. He hastily resealed the bottle.

"Hongyao, go to my Spirit Medicine Garden and pick one thousand-year-old Profound Ice Jade Lotus for Taoist Friend Shen," directed Ye Sen.

Ye Hongyao acknowledged the order and set off to carry it out.

"Taoist Friend Shen has some impressive abilities to be able to produce both Heavenly Soul True Water and Myriad Poison Paste," Ye Sen said with praise.

Even he would find it difficult to obtain these two substances. Shen Long had only just advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage and already had them on hand. More importantly, Shen Long dared to offer them; was he not afraid that Ye Sen would strike with murderous intent, here in the headquarters of Medicine King Valley?

"It’s just good luck, nothing special," Shen Long said nonchalantly. He remembered something and asked, "By the way, Taoist Friend Ye, do you know where a fourth-order Flood Dragon could be found?"

"A fourth-order Flood Dragon?" Ye Sen looked at Shen Long with surprise, and thought to himself, "Taoist Friend Shen isn’t planning on killing a fourth-order Flood Dragon, is he?"

"If not a fourth-order Flood Dragon, its Essence Blood will also suffice," Shen Long added.

"Sorry, I am not aware of any," shook his head Ye Sen. Something came to his mind, and he said with a half-smile, "Taoist Friend Shen, you have great trust in us, coming to Medicine King Valley for the first time and offering up Myriad Poison Paste and Heavenly Soul True Water."

"Shen is confident in his own strength, of course, and I trust Taoist Friend Ye would not do anything foolish," Shen Long said earnestly.

It was just Heavenly Soul True Water and Myriad Poison Paste; Medicine King Valley wouldn’t go after him for just this much. If Shen Long were to take out a more than a thousand-year-old Demon Attracting Grass, that would be a different story.

The Gold-Winged Windroc had fully recovered and could provide Shen Long with more help.

Ye Sen chuckled and started to discuss the art of alchemy with Shen Long, exchanging knowledge.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ye Hongyao returned, presenting a delicately crafted white jade box to Shen Long.

"Senior Shen, this is the thousand-year-old Profound Ice Jade Lotus, please take a look," said Ye Hongyao.

Shen Long opened the box to see a pristine white lotus with silver-white veins on the petals.

"Excellent, thank you, Taoist Friend Ye," Shen Long expressed his gratitude and took the jade box.

"It’s a fair exchange, Taoist Friend Shen need not be polite," Ye Sen said nonchalantly.

After chatting for more than an hour, Shen Long stood up to take his leave.

"Zhao Feng, see Taoist Friend Shen out for me," Ye Sen commanded.

Zhao Feng acknowledged and with a gesture of invitation, he escorted Shen Long away.

"This young man has quite the fortune to have obtained Heavenly Soul True Water and Myriad Poison Paste," Ye Sen praised.