Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu

The Longquan Tribe had been established in the Wu Country for 1,200 years, with its ancestors being the General Wei of the royal city.

It was granted this land as a reward for its great achievements.

In terms of strength within the tribe, it was certainly no match compared to a top elite tribe like the Taihao Tribe.

Although Chen Qing brought thirty-six Foundation Establishment disciples, these were merely those who were free and active outside, with no tasks at hand.

The Taihao Tribe had numerous Foundation Establishment cultivators, all in seclusion cultivating.

Thus, it seemed as if they had given Chen Qing significant authority, but in truth, for the Taihao Tribe, it was insignificant.

As for the Taihao Tribe's most vital magic techniques, not a single one was given.

Of course, Chen Qing managing to coax away the Golden Crow was something no one anticipated.

The weather cleared, and between the green mountains and blue waters,

Chen Qing stood high above like a great god, looking down at the eighteen Foundation Establishments below, thinking that it was safe now and worth testing the strength of these Foundation Establishments, to gauge his own power level, "Then come on!"

Instantly, countless ancient swords flew up from the entire Great River, stabbing towards Chen Qing, like a rain of swords and a flying rainbow.

Chen Qing took a deep breath and, relying on his control over the power of heaven and earth, caused numerous Xuanhuang Qi to rise and fall upon his body.

He executed the Dragon Capturing Hand with a strike, sending two Foundation Establishments flying, standing between heaven and earth, constantly unleashing the Dragon Capturing Hand, taking three or two moves to repel one person.

Occasionally, Chen Qing would point his fingers as a sword, summoning the Great River Sword with a roar, knocking many ancient swords flying with one blow.

Sometimes, he stepped and unfurled wings behind him, executing the Feather Sky Soaring Skills, flashing behind one of the Foundation Establishments, and landed a Dragon Capturing Hand, causing blood to splash.

At this moment, Chen Qing truly displayed the power of a Dragon and Tiger, crashing through the crowd recklessly and without a challenge in sight.

Just as Chen Qing was about to attack the last two Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivators, an ancient mountain in front was suddenly cut open by a strand of blue light.

A young man dressed in black wielded an old-fashioned sword weapon in his hand, with dozens of ancient swords soaring from behind him. He stepped on the ancient sword and, in a flash, was right in front of Chen Qing.

A sudden burst of blue light from the sword left a bloody mark on Chen Qing's arm.

Chen Qing looked at his arm, which was quickly healing.

He looked again at the young man, unexpectedly, just at the mid-foundation establishment level.

Mid-foundation establishment, and yet he managed to wound me?

This person's Sword Dao attainment was truly not low.

"Who are you, state your name!"

The young man raised his eyebrows, "Longquan Tribe, Long Chang!"

Yu Chengfeng shouted, "Lord of Protection, this person has once exchanged hundreds of moves with Cao An Temple of the Nanyang Sword Pavilion without a winner!"

If that was all, then he would have only made it this far.

Chen Qing summoned the Geng Metal Sword and immediately engaged in battle with this young man. Long Chang raised his sword, and the treasured blue sword in his hand continually clashed with Chen Qing.

Chen Qing's Geng Metal Sword began to show cracks, and he felt the Geng Metal Sword Butterfly trembling slightly.

The edge of this person's sword was truly extraordinary!

To actually damage my Geng Metal Sword.

To prevent further damage to the Geng Metal Sword, Chen Qing put it away and instead took up the Great River Sword to duel with Long Chang.

Long Chang's sword-wielding arm bled profusely, injuries suffered in clashes with Chen Qing.

In the exchange, Chen Qing was surprised by the opponent's Spirit Sword Gu, which he reckoned to be at the Harmonization Level!

Had he not applied Fatian Xiangdi to multiply his power, a victory might not have been certain.

But once Fatian Xiangdi was used, it was enough to change the tide of the battle.

After exchanging thirty-two swords with Long Chang, Chen Qing finally heard a crisp cracking sound, and Long Chang's arm had been cleaved off by him.

With a sword forcing Long Chang back, Chen Qing did not pursue but merely waved his hand, "Heal well. Your strength does indeed qualify you to enter the Ghost World."

Long Chang clutched his injured hand, "No one else needs to step forward, to avoid more casualties. I accept the loss and will accompany you into the Ghost World."

Chen Qing said, "No, you should follow my Young Master, not me."

Long Chang shook his head, "Your Young Master should focus on his own cultivation, for the rest, we shall handle it."

Chen Qing withdrew Fatian Xiangdi and reverted to ordinary size, "I heard your tribe has Golden Cloud Mist, could you give me some?"

Since he lost the battle, he must offer something as compensation.

Long Chang spared no words and immediately turned around, instructing someone to take Chen Qing to collect the Golden Cloud Mist.

Entering a stone cave, Chen Qing instantly felt the Spiritual Energy density increase around him.

Ahead a small creek flowed from the stone cave, going further, in a rock eye, there was a handful of golden cloud-like liquid.

Chen Qing took out a jade bottle and collected half of this handful.

Closing his eyes, Chen Qing could clearly sense that the Longquan Tribe had three mature treasures of Dragon Blood Grass.

Chen Qing went to the Medicine Garden and boldly dug up these three Dragon Blood Grass, and also picked a large amount of Spirit Fruit, with the two accompanying Foundation Establishment Great Perfection disciples, daring not to utter a word in anger.

Seeing this, Chen Qing took out the remaining twenty strands of Nine Thunder Purple Cloud Qi, "Since you gave me a gift, I also present a return gift."

Seeing this jade bottle with twenty strands of Nine Thunder Purple Cloud Qi, the two Foundation Establishment Great Perfection of the Longquan Tribe were slightly appeased.

With the three treasure herbs, he decided to consume this 300-year-old one by himself, let the group of Foundation Establishments following him share the 100-year-old one, and brought back another over one hundred-year-old one for Hao Chengtian.

The Spirit Fruit he intended to feed to the Golden Crow, seeing how thin it had grown under the Taihao Tribe's care was really pitiable.

With me as such a honest Guardian, Hao Chengtian would be thrilled secretly.

Leading the team, they returned to the Taihao Tribe, taking only a day and a half round trip.

Chen Qing left a Dragon Blood Grass of about 100 years for everyone to take back to the tribe in exchange for money to share, and asked a maid to send the remaining one to Hao Chengtian.

He returned home himself, swallowed the Dragon Blood Grass in one gulp, and began cultivating.

The treasure herb indeed lived up to its name, with potent medicinal properties upon consumption.

His whole body felt hot, and after three hours, having completely digested the Dragon Blood Grass and absorbed its essence, Chen Qing opened his eyes.

"This treasure herb is truly remarkable, extraordinary. If I can have two more 300-year-old ones, I can break through to mid-foundation establishment!"

After attending the gathering, he planned to inquire who else nearby had not obeyed orders, to visit and see if there were any treasure herbs.

The Golden Cloud Mist required by the Light Butterfly likely needed only one-third of a bottle to transform, with the remainder available to appease the tribes subdued.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Hao Chengtian had finished cultivating after a day and night, intending to take a short break to calm his mind from the long monotonous cultivation.

Just as he walked out, he saw his Sword Servant holding a box, "Young Master, this is sent by someone from Qingxu."

Hao Chengtian waved his long sleeve, opening the box, "Hundred-year treasure herb, not bad. This is Dragon Blood Grass, did he go to the Longquan Tribe?"