Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

Chapter 1159 - 580: Beneath Qingcheng Mountain (Part 2)

Could this woman really be that faithful, to the point even a Heavenly Demon can’t sway her? That’s actually kind of terrifying...

Chen Xuantian was a bit suspicious for a moment, not sure what she was hiding. Grinning, he followed her down into the cave. They wove through the forest of stone stalactites for about half an hour, and finally saw the Immortal Demon Battlefield buried underground.

This seemed to have been, originally, some Ancient Sect ruin within Qingcheng Mountain. Looking around, all he saw were Jade Cave Mines and Kunzhou Earth Veins. All around them were Agate Jade Marrow and Stone Bell and Stone Milk, layers of overlapping rock forming a strange, magnificent sight.

Later some Mountain Man must have used Earth Escape and supreme Cultivation to hollow it out, opening and evolving a Treasure Palace underground within the Spirit Vein, borrowing the Earth Vein here to pursue Cultivation. Not only were there caves and Elixir Houses, but also many stone tables and Jade Couches for people to Cultivate and live on. Even the Jade Vein Rock Bed had been meticulously worked, carved with all kinds of flowers and railings, lifelike and exquisite, truly a masterpiece. The style here, rather than resembling a Mystic Sect, was more like an Immortal Palace. You could tell it had once been a major sect dominating Kunzhou, commanding at least hundreds of True Beings and countless demon.

Unfortunately, as mentioned before, when it came to the Xuan Demon disputes and the war between righteous and evil, they really did mean wiping out your entire clan, exterminating your whole sect, leveling your mountains and temples—they weren’t here to joke around with you.

Unsurprisingly, this sect was also one of the victims of that demon catastrophe a thousand years ago. Back then its Taoist lineage had been completely wiped out by the Kunlun Demons, reduced to a ruin and a crying grave. Along the way, you could see mottled bloodstains and fields of white bones; more than half the sleeping halls and palaces had collapsed and been buried, entombed beneath heaps of rubble. Judging by the signs, their Mountain Protection Array had probably been blasted open, Qingcheng’s full might brought down and crushed from above, while the True Beings in the cave failed to hold out. A thousand-year lineage was overturned, knocked down into the Yellow River, destroyed in an instant.

Now, traveling through what had once been a grand and magnificent underground Taoist Palace, all around them there was only the wind howling through Wind Caves like sobbing, as though lingering ghosts were weeping and clinging on. Everywhere were collapsed pavilions and halls, pulverized flesh and blood; only a few narrow paths and gaps remained where one could stagger through with difficulty, barely able to pass. In some places they had to go single file, one in front of the other, carefully squeezing through...

"Hold up."

Chen Xuantian hurriedly stopped, lest he accidentally bump into her ass and have her turn around and kill him.

"Be careful on the way out. Don’t touch the hidden demon corpse by the entrance."

"Thanks for the heads-up."

Chen Xuantian crawled out and took a look—and sure enough, just as she’d said, there was a half-intact crouching demon corpse sprawled at the mouth of the cave, lying in wait. Most of its body was buried in broken rocks and rubble; in this pitch darkness, you’d definitely get caught by it if you weren’t paying attention.

He tried using the YCM Primordial Spirit Technique to scan it, and sure enough, there was still a trace of Demon Consciousness and Will Power clinging to that crouching demon corpse. Although it had been dead for many years and its soul was incomplete, when Chen Xuantian swept over it, it shrank back into its shell like a frightened gecko, not daring to show itself. But if an ordinary Cultivator were to blunder into it and get hit by its soul-bewitching charm, their Primordial Spirit would be injured and they’d be laid up with a serious illness.

Chen Xuantian said curiously,

"For a demon hiding this sneaky to get spotted by you, Sect Leader, you really are an old hand of the Jianghu. Impressive skills."

Tang Xian’er’s face was dark.

"Cut the crap. Move."

They walked a few more steps, and she pointed at a shattered Jade wall and a half-open window.

"Careful, there’s a hand hiding here. If you’re not careful it’ll grab you."

Chen Xuantian used his sword tip to Liao aside the spiderwebs on the window screen and looked at the arm drooping there. And you know what, it really was easy to miss.

"Watch out! There’s a hidden compartment mechanism underfoot!"

"Wait! Don’t lean on the wall! There’s a trigram in the wall!"

"Don’t move! There’s a ghost in the Book!"

With all this startlement and shrieking, they walked another stretch and finally arrived at a smooth, jade-like platform, empty and bare.

Chen Xuantian looked back. On one side behind them was the ruined Taoist Palace buried under the mountain that they’d just come through. On the other side was a vast, empty underground cavern; below the platform was a cliff and chasm so deep he couldn’t see the bottom at all.

Judging from the surrounding terrain, this place must originally have been something like a Feixian Platform. It seemed this Taoist Palace had once also been on the mountaintop, but after the Kunlun Demons broke through the Mountain Array and annihilated the sect, they smashed it down into a hundred-zhang-deep abyss and buried it beneath the Nine Nether.

Once they reached this point, Tang Xian’er finally let out a breath and pointed at the cliff.

"Whew. There used to be two demon corpses here too, you speared into me and I speared into you, tangled together, then they fell off. We can rest a bit here, you can catch your breath. It’s several dozen zhang deep down there."

Oh... Wait, no! Why are you so damn experienced with this place!? Don’t tell me you’ve tripped every single trap here!?

Under Chen Xuantian’s increasingly suspicious gaze, Tang Xian’er’s face heated up as well. She could only rely on the pitch darkness and her leather mask to comfort herself that he couldn’t see, then forced herself to brazen it out and say,

"A-anyway, once we get past this area, the exit is just ahead. The ones who made it here back then were all seriously injured demons holding their breath with their last bit of strength. They never found the way out and ended up buried down here, so the resentment is heavy. The area below is the real battlefield where the Magic was fought out—mostly face-to-face slaughter, everyone dying on the spot, so there aren’t many souls left."

Chen Xuantian thought for a moment, did some mental calculations, and suggested,

"Take five qian of Dragon Tooth, calcine in fire and quench in vinegar, crush it and decoct first. Three qian of Amethyst, calcined and levigated in water. Boil these two ingredients first over strong flame, then switch to low flame and simmer for half an hour.

Add one liang of prepared Rehmannia, one liang of jujube seed, three qian of Angelica, four qian of Poria with Hostwood, two qian of Polygala, one qian of Acorus, and combine it with the decoction used to boil the ginseng, then simmer another half hour.

Strain out the clear liquid and divide it into two bowls. Before bed, take one cup and mix in powdered vermillion, then drink it hot. Take it for a year first and see if there’s any improvement."

Tang Xian’er snapped,

"What the hell are you mumbling nonsense about now?"

Chen Xuantian blinked, eyes bright, and gave her a look.

"In a person’s body, the God dwells in the heart, the soul in the liver. The kidneys store Essence and are the residence of the God; the gallbladder governs decision and is the pivot of heart and kidneys. If the Primordial Spirit is inherently weak or suddenly subjected to great fright and terror, then the Essence Blood of liver and kidneys is secretly depleted, and the qi of liver and gallbladder grows timid and weak. When the soul fails to dwell in the liver, it flies outward; when the God fails to guard its house, it is startled and uneasy within.