Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

Chapter 1160 - 580: Beneath Qingcheng Mountain (Part 3)

This prescription is mainly for possession by evil spirits, loss of control over the primordial spirit, startled soul, insomnia, and night terrors. Symptoms include being trapped in a dream like a heavy weight pressing on the body, wanting to wake up but unable, or seeing strange phenomena, spirits in a daze, feeling out of place during the day like something is lost, the pulse fluctuating between sparse and fast, or deep, thin, and stringy.

Tang Xian’er coughed

"Cough, cough... say it again, I didn’t catch that."

Chen Xuantian shook his head and repeated it three more times, eventually waiting for her to take out paper and pen, and only spoke after she had noted it down word by word.

"So earlier you heard the Sect Leader say ’exit’, right. It seems like you didn’t come in through here the first time; you went out from here.

I suspect that the Tang Sect Master had an accident in the mountains years ago, seized by a group of demons, and should have perished there. However, your fortune is great, perhaps assisted by noble people, thus you narrowly escaped danger, turning peril into safety, overcoming this calamity.

Nevertheless, in the end, too many Yin Demons previously entered your body. Although they fought over you, none succeeded, and you escaped alive. But ultimately, it damaged the Fetal Light and Nether Essence, leading to frequent fright and unstoppable nightmares.

Only because you’ve had a vestment robe and flying sword to ward off evil, could you sleep peacefully all these years. It’s difficult for your damaged primordial spirit, yet you managed to master the Sword Escape Technique..."

Tang Xian’er was silent for a moment,

"You said there were noble helpers, is it that heartless person who saved me?"

Cheng Xuantian chuckled helplessly as she mentioned that heartless person at every turn,

"Do you wish that person was the one who saved you, or not?"

Tang Xian’er remained silent, for she understood inwardly.

If that person truly saved her life, then their relationship is fated to end here.

So both fell silent for a moment, took a short break, then once again utilized Qinggong, harnessed Gang Qi, rising and falling like a pair of flying cranes, spiraling along the dark cliffs, dropping straight into the field of gods and demons down Qingcheng Mountain. After descending dozens of yards, from afar they saw a pitch-black underground water pond.

"Hold on!"

Chen Xuantian shouted, leaping to the edge of the black water pond, startling Tang Xian’er who quickly dodged aside,

"What’s going on now... hey! What are you putting in your mouth!"

Turns out Chen Xuantian eyed the black water intently, calculated, sniffed, unexpectedly dipped a little and tasted it, then spat it out,

"Damn, scared me, it’s nothing, just brine."

Tang Xian’er was puzzled,

"Brine? Salt?"

Chen Xuantian nodded,

"Turbid suspended substances appear as black sediment, with a strong hydrogen sulfide smell. Hmm, black brine, just ancient seawater that’s deposited and transformed."

Tang Xian’er was skeptical,

"How is that possible, the Immortal Palace has been expanding Kunzhou for at least ten thousand years, where would there be a sea under Qingcheng Mountain."

Chen Xuantian sighed, gazing at the wondrously hollowed-out mountain, polished cliffs whose creation was unknown, he sighed softly too,

"What is ten thousand years; the transformation of the world is fleeting, it was more than two hundred million years ago, but who knows where the monkeys from back then are buried..."

Tang Xian’er suddenly recalled something, glancing sideways,

"You seem to know a lot about salt? The Chen family trades salt too, did your master teach you this?"

She kept probing, but Chen Xuantian was unwilling to respond, intently surveying the salt pond, frowning and calculating,

"But something’s not right, black brine should be buried at least a kilometer underground, we haven’t descended that deep. Could it be leaked due to tectonic shifts? Has there been a major quake in Kunzhou in recent years?"

Tang Xian’er shrugged, clearly she hadn’t paid particular attention to such matters.

"But if you’re interested in this black water, I recall there’s a coffin below, it should be flowing from there."

Chen Xuantian slowly turned his head,

"You say the water’s coming from a coffin? Why didn’t you mention it earlier!"

Tang Xian’er shook her head and facepalmed,

"How would I know you’d put it in your mouth."

Chen Xuantian’s eyes flickered,

"Tang Sect Master, I’m suddenly feeling unwell, perhaps we should rest a bit and plan carefully..."

Tang Xian’er pointed to the collapsed mountain gate buried in the cliff,

"Hold on for a while, the Netherworld Spring Palace is just ahead."