Supreme Emperor of Mist

The erasing of Waist and Navel imperfection gave Qin Lan an unusual feeling on his overall body. Right now, it's no longer feel as taxing as before when he circulates the Spiritual Energy around.

Qin Lan's curiosity made him practices a set of Golden Lord's Holy Fist style inside this seclusion chamber.

Like the Martial Technique of Three Sword Strikes of Zhenwu Gate, the Golden Lord's Holy Fist also came in three levels. The first level incorporates Spiritual Energy around to deliver substantial damage.

The second level is known as Decimating Fist, which is known for its overbearing strength. As for the third, it was known as Ruling Fist.

Based on his Kuangshan Lu Sect record, the Holy Fist is to destroy a single opponent. The Decimating Fist is to eliminate a sect, and Ruling Fist to obliterate a country.

There's only one requirement to learn this martial technique. 

The practitioner of this technique must possess twice the Spiritual Energy to execute the Holy Fist, thrice the Spiritual Energy for Decimating Fist, and quadruple for the Ruling Fist.

"Comfortable indeed!" Qin Lan smiled at how fluid is the Spiritual Energy revolving around him. It now took less than a millisecond to release and pull the Spiritual Energy compared to when he was still a fifth-level cultivator.

Closing his eyes and focus on the Mistral Flesh Diagram, only three more imperfection remained until he reaches the pinnacle of Flesh Refining Cultivation.

(Nape! - Jaw! - Core!)

The three imperfection that left in the diagram is equivalent to three levels of the Flesh Refining. But what does that mean for Qin Lan, who's already at the seventh-level of Flesh Refining Layer?

"Does this means... I'm going to walk the same path as the First Supreme Emperor?" Qin Lan's mindset entered a state of self-enlightenment and reflection as the practice is nearing its completion.

And since there's nothing else bothering him here, Qin Lan returned to his meditating posture as he stabilized his cultivation before leaving this place.

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"Is there any changes inside the cave?" the Village Chief quickly asked the moment he saw the two cultivators he sent out returned.

"There are no changes at all... The Thundercry Lion is still in there, lazying and doing nothing. Perhaps our benefactor did not take Xiao Dao's word seriously and left after walking around?" one of the cultivators said. He's also the one that requested Qin Lan to refine the Vigor-Enhancing Pill for him.

"Both of you noticed the disappearance of a few Yao Beast nearby, correct? Who else will do this except our benefactor? There are hardly any people visiting this place except for us." the Village Chief added.

"Then... What should we do?" the other cultivator asked.

"We'll wait. I've already sent a request to the Cloud Plucking Sect's Min-Ren Dwelling. Let's hope they'll quickly send somebody here to give us a hand." the Village Chief said.

"We can only hope so... Let's wait for a few more days."

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Three days have passed in a flash.

It was actually beneficial for Qin Lan to stabilize his cultivation using the Spiritual Energy that originated from the pond. As both energies in his Core and the pond came from the Dragon Moss, it actually took him less time to refine them commonly.

"I should return to the sect now. It's been almost two weeks now." Qin Lan told himself.

But before he left, there's something else he must do.

Qin Lan approaches the Kunlun Hill's Dragon Moss and gently removes the hardened soil that protects its root system. It took him less than a minute to do that, but what comes next surprises him thoroughly.

A flowerless plant like the Dragon Moss actually had a root system as complicated as the ant's colony. Not only branching out all over the seclusion chamber, but the root system also spreads across the passageway he came in from.

"Never in my life to think that the root of a fragile Dragon Moss can be this complicated... How long will it takes me to completely remove all the soil entrapping it?" Qin Lan asked himself.

"Dragon Moss - Dragon Moss... How good will it be if you're sentient and can give me an answer... Would you like to leave with me?" Qin Lan jokes. A part of him had already given up as it seems impossible for him to remove the root system without injuring it.

But the unexpected always came when you're less expecting it.

A consciousness has indeed formed within this flowerless plant. In response to Qin Lan's question, the Dragon Moss retract its root until only a few thicker roots remained.

Soon, a young dragon formed using the root system appeared on the ground as it approaches Qin Lan one step at a time. The greenish, flowerless moss on the top ended up becoming the crown of the dragon.

It was already too late for Qin Lan to react when he noticed the young dragon approaching him. Like it already knows where its destination is going to be, the dragon vanishes the moment it made contact with a treasure on Qin Lan's body.

"Eh? Where did it go? Is that the Kunlun Hill's Dragon Moss? This oddity is sentient?" there were so many questions unanswered in Qin Lan's mind as he rummages his body to check where did the dragon go.

"Qiankun Pouch... No."

"Spatial Jade... Pocket... Offensive Treasure... No."

"My Dantian? My body? The Mistral Flesh Diagram?"

"Where it go?" almost all usable artifact available to him has been searched clean, and the dragon is nowhere to be found.

It was a fruitless search until Qin Lan accidentally dropped the book he picked up inside this room. It was the only treasure that remained untouched by the corrosion of time, just like the two Night-Glowing Pearls and the Kunlun Hill's Dragon Moss.

"This book..." Qin Lan picked up the book and turned it into the first page. But to his disappointment, he can't choose which pages to be opened at all.

A page with the landscape drawing appeared right in front of Qin Lan as it made him speechless. Looking at the landscape with mountain, sea, a patch of grassland, with a dragon-shaped looking plant inside the drawing, Qin Lan finally found where it went.

"This is... Mountain and Sea Sublime Painting?"

"What... What is the treasure of the Ancient Tribe doing here in this world?" Qin Lan's heart fell like a thousand jin boulder dropped onto the ground.