Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 701-Chapter 833)

Li Qingshan refined the Three Absolutes Calligraphy and arrived on the shore. He saw the drenched Chu Danqing and smiled. “What’re you being so afraid for? Do you really think I’d still harm you?”


“I’m afraid you don’t have any control when you’re refining the calligraphy.” Chu Danqing climbed up awkwardly, but he suddenly remembered something, and his face changed.

With a gentle breeze, all of the grass and weeds around the huts scattered. Soon afterwards, the huts were ripped to pieces.

“Li Qingshan! You better compensate me!”

……

“How is it? Doesn’t it resemble how it was before? I haven’t done any work for so many years, but I haven’t gotten rusty!” Li Qingshan brushed off his hands and looked at the newly-built hut by the shore of the lake in satisfaction.

“It doesn’t bear any resemblance at all!” Chu Danqing almost howled out. The hut personally constructed by the King of Savages was up to standard, but the picturesque landscape had been completely demolished. On top of that, the items in the hut were not exactly precious, but they were all Chu Shidao’s possessions and Chu Danqing’s childhood memories, all annihilated by the whistling sword qi.

“It’s taken me quite the effort, alright? In that time frame, I would have butchered a few Golden Core cultivators already. Just give me a nod at least, alright? Alright, alright, I apologise to you. But as people, we have to keep looking forward. Let me take a look at your wounds!”

Li Qingshan both channelled spiritual qi into him and fed him tree sap, using up various pills and medicines generously and giving him a complete supplement for everything before finally stabilising Chu Danqing’s wounds. However, if he wanted to recover his original cultivation, he would still have to recuperate slowly, and it would be very difficult to make up for the lifespan he had lost.

“Danqing, I’ve really caused you trouble for the past few years. A toast to you!”

Under the brilliant moon in front of the hut, Li Qingshan raised his cup with a smile. The power of the Three Absolutes Calligraphy was even more powerful than he had imagined. Sure enough, the handiwork of the Five Absolutes Immortal was extraordinary. In terms of destructive power alone, it was probably the most powerful arcane treasure he had witnessed so far in his life, and it came with a complete path of the sword on top of that, even more powerful than the path of the sword within the Soaring Dragon sword.

“I’ve benefited tremendously too, so I should be thanking you instead. I’ve even made you use up so many pills!”

Chu Danqing’s appearance had mostly recovered, except his hair had already greyed, which made him seem much more sombre. He had calmed down from the sadness and anger over the destruction of the hut and found that Li Qingshan had a point. They were memories, but they were only objects at the end of the day. Compared to that, Li Qingshan had used up so many precious pills to heal him, which made him rather embarrassed.

The two of them drank heartily until the moon reached its zenith. He mentioned the matter of the Painting Tomb again, but Chu Danqing only said there was no need to be in such a hurry. It would not be opening up any time soon.

“Once the Painting Tomb opens up, your dream will definitely come true!”

Li Qingshan was a little tipsy, but he had a feeling that this matter probably would not be that simple. When Chu Shidao asked him to help out Chu Danqing, it probably was not only for dealing with his senior brothers and sisters.

The Painting Tomb was a secret, but it was extremely influential. Chu Shidao’s cultivation had not been particularly high, so he did not seem too qualified to have a secret like that all to himself. Across the world, who knew how many members of the school of Painting were more powerful than him and who didn’t want to take a look in the Painting Tomb? That would be a great blessing waiting for them all.

Chu Shidao knew this secret, and his disciples that betrayed him were also aware that he knew this secret, yet he was actually still able to pass away from old age, which in itself explained many things.

After experiencing many more things in life, or in other words, after gaining a greater cultivation, Li Qingshan could see much further now. If it were just a group of people from the school of Painting, then so be it, except there was another issue, which was the Dragon King of Ink Sea. He seemed to be closely connected to the Five Absolutes Immortal.

However, he stopped worrying after some consideration. It was not like the Painting Tomb had not opened before. If the Dragon King of Ink Sea wanted to take action, he would have done so long ago.





Chapter 829: Poison Assimilating Ghost King | Legend of the Great Sage




“Alright, we’ll go in and take a look when the time comes!” Chu Danqing’s face was bright red. His voice gradually quietened down among his mumbles as he leaned on the stone table and fell asleep.

“Danqing, Danqing,” Li Qingshan called him, but he received no reply, making him shake his head with a smile. He left behind another bottle of pills and a communication jade before taking off into the horizon.

Standing in the sky, his clothes ruffled in the fierce wind. The moon illuminated the clouds and mountains near and far.

He gazed in the direction of the Clear River prefecture and thought to himself, From letter from a few months ago, Qiongzhi should be in secluded cultivation right now, and she’ll only be emerging in half a year’s time, so even if I go, I won’t be able to see her. If I just visit father-in-law Han, that’ll be quite pointless.

He did not want to visit Qiu Haitang, but since she never contacted him, she was either still in secluded cultivation and had not undergone the tribulation, or she had undergone the heavenly tribulation and had no interest in seeing him. Regardless, there was no need for him to pay a special visit. As for the Golden Cicada Spirit King, now was probably the last time he needed any disturbances, so taking this all into account, Li Qingshan chose to return to the Mist province first.

In the Myriad Poison cult.

The door to the hall swung open, and gloomy winds gushed out with poisonous, green flames. An old man walked out, his face sunken and surging with fury.

“Master, you’ve emerged. Congratulations on making even more progress with your cultivation, master!”

Qian Liangmu rushed over and bowed while feigning joy. He could vaguely feel that the Myriad Poison Ancestor had become slightly different. His bearing seemed more sunken, yet also lighter and wispier. If the King of Southern Yue were here, he would definitely be able to tell that the Myriad Poison Ancestor had become a ghost cultivator with a single glance, but Qian Liangmu still lacked that ability.

“You’ve done many great things for the sect recently. I’ll be gone for quite a while this time, so I’ll leave the Myriad Poison cult to you to handle from today onwards. I hope you can undergo the third heavenly tribulation one day and inherit the position of cult leader so that you can lead our Myriad Poison cult to glory,” the Myriad Poison Ancestor said, instructing him.

Qian Liangmu was overjoyed. This was exactly what he had been dreaming about day and night. He no longer had any competitors among his generation, so he did not have to spend any effort scheming and clashing with others anymore. He could focus on cultivation. The cult had lost many disciples, but as long as they had some time, they could slowly recover. To him personally, the disaster that the Myriad Poison cult had faced was not necessarily a bad thing.

“Liangmu will never forget master’s kindness. Liangmu is willing to do anything for the Myriad Poison cult!”