Chapter 765: Subjugating the Spiritual Treasure

The Dan King Meeting has been held more than a dozen times since it began a hundred years ago. The number of people who have passed the first level varies, but over the years, many people have soaked in the Dan Pool, and the spiritual fluid consumed is not small. The materials that the Thousand Hands Dan King has used up are not enough to support it.

Now I finally understand that the Thousand Hands Dan King has invested all his wealth in it. It is normal for a Dan King who has reached the ninth level of the Golden Core to support the Dan Pool for so many years with his life savings. If it weren't for the fact that so many people passed the Dan King Meeting this time, Qingyang also brought the Iron Arm Spirit Monkey and the Alcoholic Bee into it, it is estimated that the Dan Pool could last for another one or two hundred years.

This is not good news for Qingyang. If the Thousand Hands Dan King's savings were preserved, Qingyang, as the heir of the Thousand Hands Dan King, would definitely have all those things. How rich would the entire wealth of a Dan King of the ninth level of the Golden Core be? Now that everything has been used up, Qingyang has nothing to inherit. It's a bit painful to think about it.

Fortunately, he did not lose out. In the last day and a half, Qingyang brought the Iron-armed Monkey and the Alcoholic Bee Swarm into the Danchi, taking away at least half of the Danchi's energy. What's more rare is that he finally got the Purple Cloud Tongxiao Ding, a sacred Dan spirit treasure, so he should be content.

After talking about the Purple Cloud Tongxiao Ding, the Thousand-handed Dan King paused for a while before saying, "The second thing I left for you is my Dan technique. In fact, you have seen it when you passed the second level. It is all recorded on that bookshelf, but what you saw before was just a virtual one of the Purple Cloud Tongxiao Ding. The real ones are all here."

After the Thousand-handed Dan King finished speaking, he pointed to the side, and the whole hall suddenly shook. Then a gap appeared where the Thousand-handed Dan King pointed, and a bookshelf rose from the gap.

Qingyang walked to the bookshelf and looked through it. He found that it was exactly the same as the bookshelf he had seen before. The books on it were also similar. The only difference was that the things on this bookshelf were more real. He had not noticed this before. Now that he compared the two, he felt that the books on the bookshelf rewarded for passing the second level were a bit unreal.

After passing the second level, they were rewarded with only half a month. Qingyang increased his speed to the fastest and only read ten books. He didn't have time to read many important things, which made him feel deeply regretful. He didn't expect to see it again now.

Seeing Qingyang's eyes shining, Qianshou Dan Wang was very pleased. From this point, it can be seen that Qingyang really likes the things he left behind, and his efforts have not been in vain, so he smiled and said: "My life's efforts are here, and these things will be yours in the future. As long as you study hard, your future achievements may not be inferior to mine."

Looking at the books on the shelf, and then looking at the Thousand Hands Dan Wang who was full of satisfaction, Qingyang bowed again solemnly and said: "Thank you for your generous gift, Master. I will live up to your expectations."

"Okay, if you have this heart, I will die without regrets." Qianshou Dan Wang said in tears.

Looking at Qianshou Dan Wang's hopeful face, Qingyang seemed to see his master, Taoist Songhe, again, with the same kind face, the same sincere concern, and the same hope and wishes for himself. It's a pity that Master Songhe Taoist has passed away long ago, and Qianshou Dan Wang is also left with only a remnant soul, which will dissipate soon, and he is still alone.

At this moment, the Soul Stone in the secret compartment flashed a red light, and the figure on it began to become blurred. Qingyang could feel that the residual soul of the Thousand Hands Pill King was getting weaker and weaker.

The Thousand Hands Pill King's face suddenly changed drastically, and he said hurriedly: "Not good, the energy in the Soul Stone has been exhausted, disciple, my time is up, I won't say anything else, the control center of the Purple Cloud Tongxiao Cauldron is in the secret compartment behind the Soul Stone, you can subdue it by dropping three drops of blood on it, the master is leaving, take care of yourself..."

Before the Thousand Hands Pill King finished speaking, the Soul Stone suddenly made a loud bang, and turned into a ball of powder with a bang, and the residual soul of the Thousand Hands Pill King was immediately exposed to the outside. The fragile residual soul was like snow falling into a fire, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The Thousand Hands Pill King originally had only a trace of residual soul left. He had never practiced any ghost skills, and had been preserved in this soul-retaining stone for hundreds of years. He had long been on the verge of collapse. Therefore, after the soul-retaining stone was broken, the residual soul did not even have time to react and just dissipated.

Although Qingyang had only been with the Thousand Hands Pill King for a little over an hour, Qingyang had kowtowed and worshipped his master after all, so they were considered a master and apprentice. He could not help but feel a little melancholy just watching the other party disappear into thin air, while he was powerless.

Just like more than a decade ago, he traveled thousands of miles to return to Xiping Prefecture, but saw only the corpse of Taoist Songhe. The regret can be imagined.

The dead are gone, and he still has a longer way to go. After a long time, Qingyang adjusted his emotions and looked into the secret compartment. Qingyang leaned down again and bowed solemnly in the direction where the Thousand Hands Pill King disappeared, to preserve the relationship between the master and apprentice between the two.

Just as the Thousand-Handed Pill King said, he had died hundreds of years ago, and what was left was only a trace of obsession in his residual soul. All he wanted was a status, or even just some comfort. Even if he only demonstrated the deep love between master and disciple before his residual soul disappeared, and then forgot everything about the Thousand-Handed Pill King, that would be fine. The Thousand-Handed Pill King would not come back to cause trouble.

However, Qingyang is not such a person, and he can't do such a heartless thing. Since he has become a disciple, he is a master and a disciple. Qingyang also regards Qianshou Dan Wang as his master of alchemy, but the status of this master in his mind is lower than that of Songhe Laodao.

After being delayed in the Dan Wang Palace for such a long time, he didn't know what was going on outside. Qingyang knew very well that he had obtained the Dan Wang's inheritance, and those people outside would definitely not give up. He had to go out and see as soon as possible. Of course, before that, he had to put away the Ziyun Tongxiao Ding first.

Thinking of this, Qingyang quickly came to the side of the secret compartment and cleaned up the powder after the soul-retaining stone exploded, revealing a small bright silver metal handle behind it. This should be the control center of the Ziyun Tongxiao Ding mentioned by Qianshou Dan Wang, right?

Qingyang pierced his palm and dripped three drops of blood on it. The blood soon penetrated into the metal handle. The bright silver handle gradually took on a hint of crimson, and Qingyang also felt that there was a strange connection between himself and the Ziyun Tongxiao Ding.