Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

At this moment, Chi You's cold voice sounded in his ears again.

"Humph, a lowly ant dares to possess the Shennong Ding. Could it be that Shennong will appear again?"

Obviously, Chi You had recognized the origin of the Shennong Ding.

After hearing these words, Yang Ling suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He suddenly thought of the ancestors of the Chinese.

Since Chi You was able to be resurrected, Shennong also left behind nine Shennong Dings as a legacy.

Then, as another great ancestor of the Chinese nation, Huangdi Xuanyuan, how could he not leave some protective power for future generations?

After all, the Chinese people have always called themselves descendants of the dragon and descendants of Yan and Huang.

Huangdi Xuanyuan holds the supreme status in the hearts of the Chinese people.

If he really had a backup plan, then Chi You and his people might not be so scary anymore.

But where did Huangdi Xuanyuan’s backup and his people go?

Thinking of this, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

But he quickly adjusted his mood.

After all, if his guess is true, then he will have the opportunity to witness a historical legend with his own eyes.

You know, he had witnessed Chi You's power with his own eyes.

And Huangdi, who was able to defeat Chiyou, was undoubtedly even more extraordinary.

If I could witness all of this, it would definitely be of immeasurable benefit to my future growth.

So, he activated the Shennong Ding without hesitation and rushed away into the distance.

And just after he left, the underground palace returned to its former silence.

Chi You, who had just been resurrected, slowly closed his eyes, as if nothing had ever happened.

However, in a deep valley somewhere in Zhuoluqiao Mountain, an old man in green clothes suddenly stood up.

Although his body was slightly hunched, the aura he exuded was extremely powerful.

Especially those eyes, which seemed to contain endless stars, making people dare not look directly at them.

He whispered to himself, "I hope he won't act rashly this time. Otherwise, if it triggers a conflict between the human race and the demon race, the consequences will be disastrous."

After saying this, the old man sat down cross-legged again, as if the person who had just spoken was not him.

On the other side, Yang Ling was running for his life.

He could no longer remember how far he had run.

All I know is that at this moment, I have come to a desolate place.

The area was desolate all around, without even a plant to be seen, revealing a completely desolate scene.

Just then, a cold wind blew by.

This made Yang Ling feel alert.

However, when he turned around, he saw only an empty space and nothing unusual.

But at this moment, a hoarse roar suddenly sounded in the sky.

Yang Ling looked up and saw a giant python spitting out its tongue and pouncing towards him.

It was a giant black python, its body was three meters thick.

There was a strong aura of ferocity emanating from his body, and it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.

Facing such a ferocious beast, Yang Ling did not show the slightest fear.

He shook his wrist lightly, and the Shennong Ding instantly appeared in the void.

The scorching temperature almost illuminated the entire mountain range red.

At the same time, Yang Ling didn't care about anything else and directly controlled the Shennong Ding and flew forward.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the Shennong Ding smashed hard on the black python's vital point.

In an instant, the black python's blood splattered everywhere.

Then, the giant python's body fell straight to the ground.

Looking at the giant python lying motionless on the ground, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After killing the black python, Yang Ling slowly landed on the ground.

Then, he put the body of the black python into the mustard seed space.

After collecting them, he took out the healing pill and swallowed it.

After his injuries improved, he released everyone in the mustard seed space.

The moment Xu Fu saw Yang Ling, he burst into tears.

He cried to Yang Ling about his miserable experience.

Through Xu Fu's narration, Yang Ling also learned about the current situation of the Qin Dynasty.

After he left, Fusu, who went to encircle and suppress the remnants of the six kingdoms, returned with a great victory.

In addition, Fusu also brought back a man named Li Zixuan.

This person is extremely powerful and can call the wind and rain. He is also good at deploying troops and setting up formations.

Therefore, he was treated as a guest of honor by Emperor Qin Ying Zheng and was accepted as a sacrifice.

This book has nothing to do with Xu Fu.

Ever since becoming Yang Ling's registered disciple, Xu Fu has become indifferent to worldly fame and fortune.

However, Li Zixuan often came to provoke Xu Fu.

Either they challenged him to a duel, or they invited him to train together.

Xu Fu could not bear the annoyance and had to write to the Qin Emperor, requesting permission to travel.

Unexpectedly, they were ambushed shortly after leaving.

After several years of fleeing, Xu Fu was finally captured.

Afterwards, he was imprisoned in a water dungeon and became the other party's drug slave.

Their blood and essence are often extracted and fed to poisonous insects.

There are at least thousands of people who have had the same experience as him.

Some died, some went crazy, and some were taken away because they resisted too fiercely.

Hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but think of those Qi Refiners who voluntarily donated their life-saving magic weapons.

He hadn't looked closely before.

Looking back now, the behavior of those Qi Refiners was indeed quite strange.

You know, the natal magic weapon is as important to a Qi cultivator as half of his body.

Once it is lost, it is equivalent to a significant reduction in cultivation, and it will even be difficult to make further progress in the future.

However, those Qi Refiners chose to give it up without hesitation.

If we consider what happened to Xu Fu, it is very likely that those Qi Refiners did not do it voluntarily.

Either their bodies were taken over by another being, or their minds were controlled by the poisonous insects of the witch clan.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling immediately grabbed Xu Fu's hand and used his spiritual sense to check his body. After discovering that the other party's Yuan Shen was weak, but there was nothing wrong, he finally put his mind at ease.

After confirming that Xu Fu was fine, Yang Ling asked, "Have you ever heard of the Wu Clan?"

"Witch clan? I remember Rong'er is a descendant of the Wu clan." Xu Fu looked at Yang Ling blankly and answered in a low voice.

"Yes, if you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten it!" Yang Ling patted his forehead and said with sudden enlightenment.

Then, he looked at Xu Fu in confusion and asked, "How is Rong'er now? Is she okay?"

Hearing Yang Ling asking about Rong'er's situation, Xu Fu replied somewhat awkwardly: "Master, Rong'er is now in Southern Xinjiang saving lives and healing the wounded. Moreover, because of your relationship, the forces over there dare not touch her at will."

Hearing this, Yang Ling nodded slightly and said, "That's good."

At this moment, Yang Ling finally felt relieved.

"In that case, let's go see her when we have time," he said with a smile.

"Okay! I'll listen to you, Master." Xu Fu also responded with a smile.

However, just as Yang Ling was about to leave, Yin Yunluo suddenly said, "Sir, A Yao and I need to go back to the clan."

Hearing this, Yang Ling looked at Yin Yunluo and Yin Yunyao, frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "Can I go back with you?"

"Go back with us? Why?" Yin Yunluo looked at Yang Ling with confusion and asked in disbelief.

"I have something to ask your high priest." Yang Ling said bluntly.

Hearing this, the Yin siblings looked at each other.

Then, Yin Yunluo said apologetically: "Sir, we can't make the decision on this. We need to ask the high priest for his opinion."

Yang Ling was not angry, but nodded and said, "No problem. But do you have a secret method to contact the high priest here?"

Yin Yunluo nodded and replied, "Yes."

Seeing Yin Yunluo nod, Yang Ling couldn't help but laugh and said, "That's good. Then help me ask."

Yin Yunluo looked at Yang Ling in surprise. After making sure that he was not joking, he slowly said, "Okay, I'll try."

After saying that, Yin Yunluo took Yin Yunyao and retreated to an open space on the side.

Yang Ling began to practice on the spot.

At this moment, he must race against time to improve his strength.

Because in the coming period of time, he must maintain peak combat strength.

Otherwise, something unexpected might happen.

On the other side, after hearing Yin Yunluo's report, the high priest hesitated for a long time before slowly speaking: "Okay. Bring him to the tribe, and I will meet him in person."

"Okay, High Priest." After hearing the voice, Yin Yunluo replied respectfully.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Yunluo conveyed the high priest's intention.

Hearing this, Yang Ling showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Afterwards, led by the Yin siblings, several people rushed towards their clan’s land.

Along the way, Yang Ling and others kept going.

Ten days later, they finally arrived at Yin Yunluo's clan territory.

At this time, the high priest had already been waiting with his men for a long time.

After seeing Yang Ling and the others coming, the high priest said calmly: "My friend, please follow me."

Hearing the voice, Yang Ling did not take too much precautions and followed the high priest directly.

Under the guidance of the high priest, Yang Ling came to an elegant courtyard.

However, when he entered the courtyard, he found that the others were unable to move.

Realizing that the high priest wanted to talk to him alone, Yang Ling looked at the people outside the door and said, "You go first. I will talk to the high priest privately."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and then left.

"High Priest, I came here to ask you something."

Yang Ling got straight to the point, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

The high priest nodded slightly and looked at him deeply, "Oh? What makes Young Master Yang so anxious?"

"I want to know, are there any descendants of Huangdi still in this world?" Yang Ling's words revealed his desire for an answer.

The high priest was silent for a moment after hearing this, as if he was recalling the distant past. Then, he sighed softly, "There are indeed descendants of the Yellow Emperor, but their bloodline is already quite thin and almost undetectable."

Yang Ling heard this, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He originally thought that he could find something from this clue, but he didn't expect it to be nothing. However, at this moment, the high priest's words suddenly changed.

"However, in the depths of the Northern Wilderness, there are several descendants of the Yellow Emperor who still continue the ancient tradition. They are isolated from the world and rarely come into contact with the outside world." There was a hint of mystery in the words of the high priest.

Yang Ling's eyes suddenly lit up with hope, "Senior, can you introduce me to someone?"

The high priest looked at Yang Ling, a smile flashing in his eyes, "I have some friendship with them, I should be able to help you."

Hearing this, Yang Ling's heart was filled with gratitude, "Thank you, High Priest!"

After the two chatted for a few more words, they left.

Yang Ling returned to the group and told them the news. After hearing it, everyone was shocked and excited.

A few days later, the high priest appeared in front of Yang Ling and others with the Yin siblings. He had only one purpose for this trip, which was to lead Yang Ling to find the descendants of the Yellow Emperor.

Yang Ling was naturally very happy to do so, and he immediately decided to lead everyone to follow the high priest into the depths of the Northern Wilderness.

After several days of trekking, they finally arrived at the mysterious grassland.

The grassland is vast and boundless, surrounded by mountains, like a huge piece of emerald inlaid in the earth.

However, what surprised Yang Ling was that there was no one here, not even a trace of life could be detected.

Just as he was wondering, a sturdy man holding a javelin suddenly emerged from the ground. He was burly, and the javelin in his hand flashed with cold light, looking majestic.

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing into our territory?" The sturdy man's voice was deep and powerful, full of vigilance.

Yang Ling looked at the high priest, and saw him calmly take out a seemingly ordinary stone from his arms and throw it to the strong man.

After the sturdy man took the stone, his expression instantly became respectful.

"So you are the clan leader's friend. I apologize for any offense I caused you just now!" After saying that, he made seals with his hands and muttered something.

Yang Ling was surprised to find that the scene around him began to change.

The originally empty grassland was instantly replaced by a huge village, with smoke rising from cooking fires and people talking and bustling about.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Ling couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, the strong man said: "Wait a moment, I will go and ask the tribe leader to come."

Not long after, a thin old man followed the strong man in. He looked ordinary, but Yang Ling felt a strong aura from him.

Through a spiritual scan, he discovered that this old man was actually a powerful man close to the late Jindan stage.

When the old man saw the high priest, a smile appeared on his face. He hugged the high priest tightly, and then looked at Yang Ling and others curiously.

"My old friend, you haven't come to see me for so long, and now you bring so many people with you. Is there something big going on?" The old man's tone was teasing.

The high priest pointed at Yang Ling and said, "I'm not looking for you. This young man has something to ask of you."

The old man turned his gaze to Yang Ling, "I wonder what you want to see me about?" Although his tone was flat, Yang Ling felt a power that should not be underestimated.

Yang Ling took a deep breath and bowed respectfully, "Junior Yang Ling, hello to the senior. I came here this time in the hope that the senior can lend me a helping hand."

The old man frowned slightly, "Seeking help? It seems that you are quite strong, and our clan has always been peaceful. Why did you come to us?"

Yang Ling said sincerely: "Senior, I am in trouble this time, only you and your people can help me. (End of this chapter)