Chapter 78

Each of these medicinal herbs, though not considered celestial treasures, are rare in the world, and ordinary cultivators often find it difficult to obtain even a small amount over several decades.

Yet, within Shangguan Xiu's storage bag, there were hundreds.

In addition, there were two pills, one orange and one blue, each placed in a separate jade box, looking extremely precious.

"These are all the ingredients for refining the Perfect Foundation Pill... As for these two pills..." Meng Hao carefully observed, his eyes flickering as he looked at the tortoise shell again.

"To refine the Perfect Foundation Pill, one must first refine seven divided pills. These two pills are two types of divided pills, which Shangguan Xiu has refined over the years." Meng Hao pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion, his heart secretly more alarmed. After all, even if Shangguan Xiu spent fifty years gathering these, it still exceeded the limits of a Qi Condensation cultivator.

"He has the support of the天河坊 (Heavenly River Shop) behind him..."

In fact, Meng Hao's thoughts were not comprehensive enough. To refine the Perfect Foundation Pill, Shangguan Xiu almost used all the treasures left by the Heavenly River Ancestor and the family's accumulation over the past few hundred years, secretly taking them away bit by bit over the past fifty years. He also searched externally, and only now has he finally managed to gather enough.

However, he was still short of some identical herbs, which are rare even as a single plant, but he needed three. This is why he was so obsessed and疯狂 (crazy) about Meng Hao after deducing the effects of Meng Hao's treasure.

But now, it has become a blessing that Shangguan Xiu has personally delivered to Meng Hao. If Shangguan Xiu knew what would happen later, he would never have provoked Meng Hao, causing his fifty years of preparation to go to waste.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, put the tortoise shell and the herbs into his storage bag, and then placed all the storage bags into his own Spatial Pocket.

He took another deep breath, left a mark on the Spatial Pocket, paused, stood in the jungle, and looked up at the distant sky. His eyes gradually revealed a bright light. Thinking of the Perfect Foundation, his heart raced.

"As for the thunder tribulation that descends after swallowing the pill, and the matter of the Perfect Foundation, these are not what I should consider now, nor do I need to make a decision immediately. I can think about it when I reach the Foundation Establishment stage in the future.

What I need to think about now is the matter between the Mountain Support Ancestor and the three major sects." Meng Hao closed his eyes, opened them after a few breaths, and his eyes were calm as he suppressed his fluctuating emotions.

"A year has already passed, and the agreement with the Mountain Support Ancestor has expired. The Ancestor promised that if I could lure all the powerful cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom to a certain place within a year, he would give me a great reward..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed.

"But this matter is too dangerous. With my Qi Condensation cultivation, it is undoubtedly like hitting a stone with an egg..." Meng Hao frowned, hesitating.

"It's best not to get involved. Moreover, the Mountain Support Ancestor only said 'after a year' without specifying a time limit. If my cultivation is higher, and if I can reach the Foundation Establishment stage, then in case of an emergency, I will have some means to protect myself." Meng Hao looked up. From the disappearance of the tricolor treasure spear, he always felt that the Mountain Support Ancestor was unreliable.

"However, now that the three major sects are issuing a manhunt, and cultivators from the three sects are constantly searching for my traces in this area, if I have no way out, I can only take the risk and lead them to where the Ancestor is in seclusion." As Meng Hao pondered, he quickly moved forward in the desolate mountains, considering how to resolve the situation.

Just as Meng Hao was moving forward, he suddenly felt a sense of unease, and his heart seemed to stop for a moment, as if an invisible hand had pierced through his chest and grabbed his heart.

In that instant, Meng Hao felt that the surrounding mountains and vegetation had turned into countless eyes, coldly watching him.

This feeling came quickly and disappeared just as fast, completely dissipating in a few breaths. However, Meng Hao's face turned pale, and he suddenly turned to look around. The surroundings were very quiet, with no signs of anything unusual, as if everything that had happened was an illusion.

"What is the reason for this?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashing, and he sped forward even faster.

At this moment, far away in the Zhao Kingdom, on a mountain, an old man in a dark blue robe was sitting cross-legged. This old man had his eyes closed, his right hand making a seal, as if he was divining. Now, his eyes slowly opened, looking into the distance.

"So, it's there. The three sects want to hide this from me, how laughable." The old man said calmly, stood up, and took a step forward, instantly disappearing.

At this moment, Liu Daoyun was speeding forward. He had been left behind by Meng Hao earlier and had only seen his back. Now, as he rushed into the mountains, his eyes revealed a strong hatred and killing intent.

He hated Meng Hao to the bone. The bloodbath caused by the silver spear had made him a laughingstock in the Zhao Kingdom's cultivation world, and the incident had almost sparked a blood war between two major sects. Although the war did not happen, he had paid a heavy price.

Thinking of that day when he was tied to the Fengzheng Pillar in front of the elders of the three major sects and whipped with a fire phosphorus whip nearly a hundred times, the pain and humiliation made Liu Daoyun's hatred and anger towards Meng Hao even more intense.

Each lash that tore his skin and the bone-chilling pain made Liu Daoyun often wake up in the middle of the night, and every time, his desire to kill Meng Hao became even stronger.

Unlike others, Liu Daoyun had no intention of capturing Meng Hao alive. His plan was simple: to kill Meng Hao!

Even if killing this person would displease the sect, he was already prepared to betray his master. If necessary, he would leave the Zhao Kingdom's cultivation world. The vast Southern Domain was full of cultivation countries, especially the core area, which was vast. With his Ninth Layer Qi Condensation cultivation, he was confident he could find a place to stay. Once his cultivation improved, he would return to the Zhao Kingdom and destroy the Windchill Sect to avenge the whipping.

He was now moving at his fastest speed, determined to find and kill Meng Hao before the sect's Foundation Establishment cultivators and Core Formation elders arrived.

"Meng Hao, even if you run, you have nowhere to hide!" Liu Daoyun's eyes were filled with killing intent. Thinking of the terrifying demonic treasure he had borrowed from his storage bag, which consumed spiritual energy but was extremely powerful, he felt more confident in killing Meng Hao.

Entering the desolate mountains, Liu Daoyun stood on a crystal sword, sweeping his gaze around. Using his Ninth Layer Qi Condensation cultivation and Inner Sect Disciple status, he sent a message to all the sect disciples searching in the area, instructing them to inform him immediately if they saw Meng Hao.

Not long after, Liu Daoyun suddenly patted his storage bag, and a glowing jade slip appeared in his hand. He quickly placed it on his forehead, and after a moment, he sneered and immediately changed direction, rushing towards the direction indicated by the jade slip.

About half an incense stick later, as Liu Daoyun arrived, he immediately saw Meng Hao standing on a treasure fan, a sword piercing through the forehead of a Windchill Sect disciple.

Almost as soon as he saw Meng Hao, Meng Hao also turned his head, coldly looking at Liu Daoyun, his brows furrowing. Since his heart had suddenly been seized by an invisible force, he had felt as if he was being watched by some unseen gaze. Despite his rapid movement, he gradually noticed the presence of cultivators from the three major sects around him.

He had been unable to avoid them, and although he quickly killed the few opponents, the Windchill Sect disciple had managed to send a message using the sect's jade slip.

"Meng Hao!" Liu Daoyun roared, his right hand making a seal, and the flying sword under his feet hummed and shot towards Meng Hao.

"Today, I will see how you can escape. I, Liu Daoyun, will tear you to pieces today to avenge my hatred!" Liu Daoyun's eyes turned bloodshot the moment he saw Meng Hao, his killing intent spreading as the sword approached Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed with cold light, and just as he was about to act, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart. The lingering spiritual awareness in his mind made him quickly retreat without hesitation. At the same time, as the sword was about to reach him, a sudden gust of wind howled, causing the crystal sword to curl back and be flung away from Meng Hao.

At the same time, an elderly figure suddenly appeared, an old man in a dark blue robe with brown spots on his face, his eyes emitting a soul-penetrating light.

Especially his eyes, which seemed to contain the sun, moon, and stars, gave a feeling of being lost in them. On his blue robe, there was a strange pattern, with a sacrificial altar at the four corners and an eye in the center, even more sinister than the old man's eyes.

"Such heavy resentment." The old man glanced at Liu Daoyun and said calmly. As his words spread, the spiritual energy around Meng Hao suddenly became chaotic, binding his body. The feeling of his heart being seized by an invisible force returned, making Meng Hao's face change and his heart thud.

The moment Liu Daoyun saw the old man, his face changed drastically, and he took two steps back, immediately clasping his fists.

"Junior Liu Daoyun, pays respects to Tianji Senior."

Almost as soon as Liu Daoyun bowed, six figures suddenly appeared in the sky. Their speed was so fast that they were still far away in the previous moment but had already arrived in the next.

The moment Meng Hao saw these six figures, his heart sank. He had seen them before; they were the Core Formation elders of the three major sects of the Zhao Kingdom who had forced the Mountain Support Sect to disband, especially the old woman, whom Meng Hao remembered vividly.

Behind these six figures, a long rainbow appeared in the sky, and more than ten figures rapidly approached. They were not sliding through the air but truly flying, causing a rumbling sound that echoed around, making the birds and beasts in the desolate mountains tremble. As they arrived, their gazes immediately fell on Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's face was grim, his eyes scanning the area, and he immediately saw the irritable Foundation Establishment cultivator who had tried to attack him that day.

A strong pressure enveloped the surroundings, and Liu Daoyun, pale-faced, took a few steps back. Although his killing intent towards Meng Hao was hidden, it was filled with resentment.

Meng Hao's heart sank, knowing he could not escape today, but his expression gradually returned to normal. He took a deep breath, looked at the Zhao Kingdom's powerful cultivators around him, and remained silent.

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