Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 361: Song Yi

Sunken Cave.

The disciple guarding Sunken Cave was meditating in his cave dwelling. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Qin Sang arrived in stealth, finding the same crevice as before and landing on the stone platform.

First, he retrieved the Lesser Yin Magnetic Bottles and filled them with Earth Malevolent Qi. Then, with a wave of his hand, he set up an array to conceal the aura before summoning the two refined corpses.

Only the final step remained—infusing the malevolent qi into the corpses to complete the refinement.

However, this was also the most difficult step, and Qin Sang was not entirely confident.

If the process failed, the refined corpse’s Qihai would be ruined, reducing it to nothing more than a zombie. The loss of a Heavenly Corpse Talisman and a Foundation Building cultivator’s body would be a huge waste.

It would have been better to directly kill the corpse and refine it into a malevolent corpse instead.

The corpse refinement method from the Heavenly Yin Corpse Art was indeed powerful, but it came with great costs. Not only were the materials rare and difficult to obtain, but every step of the process was fraught with uncertainty. It was no wonder that disciples of the Heavenly Corpse Sect could not guarantee possessing even a single living corpse.

Qin Sang had rehearsed the process countless times in his mind. After one final inspection of the corpses, he began the refinement. There was some margin for error with two corpses.

The young man had a weaker cultivation than Liang Yan, so Qin Sang started with him first.

Channeling his spiritual power, he guided a strand of Earth Malevolent Qi, refined it, and then infused it into the malevolent corpse’s Qihai. Immediately, the corpse’s spiritual power fiercely resisted.

...

Three days later, Qin Sang emerged from Sunken Cave, his expression somber.

It was no surprise he was in a poor mood. Of the two living corpses, only one had been successfully refined. The only consolation was that the one that succeeded was Liang Yan—the stronger of the two.

As for the young man, his dantian was completely destroyed during the clash between the spiritual power and Earth Malevolent Qi. Qin Sang had no choice but to turn him into a disposable zombie.

Even Liang Yan’s Qihai had suffered significant damage, nearly leading to failure. Fortunately, Qin Sang managed to salvage the process in time.

Glancing back at Sunken Cave, he decided to leave the refined corpse inside, letting it soak in the Earth Malevolent Qi for a period to naturally recover.

With two of his three most important tasks completed, only one remained—returning to the sect to research Ziwei Palace’s ancient records. He needed to see if Treasure Tower Peak had any relevant texts.

The rest were minor matters. Once the appointed time arrived, he would head to Tianduan Mountains to rendezvous with Wandering Man.

Summoning the Nether Cloud, Qin Sang flew toward Xianglong Mountain in Guyuan Kingdom. Huilong Temple was his publicly known cave dwelling, and if anyone needed to contact him, they would leave a Sound Transmission Talisman there.

Upon lifting the restriction on Huilong Temple, Qin Sang discovered an accumulated pile of Sound Transmission Talismans. The various-colored talismans were trapped within the array, drifting like mayflies, glowing faintly.

He patiently collected them one by one for examination.

Among them were the usual sect announcements and notifications, as well as messages from passing immortal cultivators who had sensed the presence of a spirit array at Huilong Temple and left letters seeking friendship.

There were also messages from familiar acquaintances, including Shopkeeper Wu, Senior Brother Wen, and Zhuang Yan.

What surprised Qin Sang the most was a message from Granny Jing—the elder who ran the secret shop at Wenyue Market. She was inviting him to assist in a task, offering a rather generous reward.

Moreover, this was not a task issued through the secret shop’s other members, but a personal request from Granny Jing herself.

Judging by the timing, she had sent this message shortly after he departed for the Ancient Immortal Battlefield, which explained why he had been unable to respond.

Holding the Sound Transmission Talisman, Qin Sang fell into deep thought.

From the first time he met Granny Jing, she had given him an unfathomable sense of mystery. With each subsequent interaction, this impression only deepened, especially considering her firm adherence to the secret shop’s long-standing rules, which earned his respect.

Many Foundation Building cultivators were among the secret shop’s members, making it a valuable network.

Building a favorable connection with Granny Jing would only be beneficial.

Now that he was aware of this message, it was best to visit her in person and offer an explanation. It wouldn’t take much time.

More than ninety percent of the Sound Transmission Talismans were irrelevant. After spending an hour sorting through them, Qin Sang departed for Shaohua Mountain.

...

Wenyue Market.

Decades had passed, yet the market remained almost unchanged.

Qin Sang walked through the streets, heading directly for Shopkeeper Wu’s store. Several of the Sound Transmission Talismans left at Huilong Temple had come from Shopkeeper Wu, especially in the past few years, where nearly every year, he had left a message. The most recent one arrived just two months ago.

Although the messages contained only casual greetings, the frequency suggested that Shopkeeper Wu might have encountered some trouble.

Since Qin Sang had planned to ask Shopkeeper Wu to refine a few artifacts, he decided to visit in person. If the matter was not too serious and within his ability, he could offer assistance.

The shop was still in its original location. Qin Sang paused slightly, his gaze briefly sweeping across the Li Residence across the street before stepping inside.

"Senior, welcome! Are you here to purchase artifacts or to have them refined?"

Inside the shop, Shopkeeper Wu was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, enthusiastically stepped forward to greet him. He swiftly offered tea and a seat, his demeanor lively and hospitable.

The young man was also an immortal cultivator. When Qin Sang got a clear look at his face, his eyes flickered slightly. He took a sip of tea before asking, "Daoist Wu is not in the shop?"

The young man let out a surprised "Ah!" before quickly responding, "You know my master? Master is in the backyard refining artifacts. I will inform him right away."

Master?

Qin Sang watched the young man’s retreating figure, a faintly amused smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

Shortly after, hurried footsteps echoed from the backyard.

Moments later, Shopkeeper Wu, now with a head full of silver hair, rushed out, followed closely by the young man.

"Daoist Qin! It has been over thirty years—how have you been?" Shopkeeper Wu quickened his pace, his expression and voice carrying a hint of excitement.

Qin Sang stood up to greet him, clasping his hands in return. "Daoist Wu, it has been a while."

Before Qin Sang had left Shaohua Mountain, Shopkeeper Wu had been in his prime, appearing as a middle-aged man in his best years. Now, his once-dark hair had turned completely white.

Having failed to reach the Foundation Building Realm, the toll of time was evident on Shopkeeper Wu’s body.

"Daoist Qin, you remain as distinguished as ever, while I have grown old and frail! How shameful! How truly shameful!" Shopkeeper Wu sighed deeply, nearly covering his face in lament.

The two sat down across from each other and conversed at length, reminiscing about the past.

The young man stood quietly to the side, sneaking glances at Qin Sang.

His youthful nature made it difficult for him to hide his curiosity and anticipation, his eyes betraying his interest.

After finishing a pot of tea, Qin Sang set his cup down and shifted his gaze to the young man pouring the tea. With a kind expression, he asked, "What is your name?"

The young man glanced at Shopkeeper Wu, who simply smiled without answering.

"Senior, my name is Song Yi," the young man replied respectfully.

"Song Yi..." Qin Sang nodded slightly before asking, "What is your relation to Song Ying and Song Chengxian?"

From the moment he had stepped into the shop, the boy’s features had struck him as vaguely familiar.

With his delicate and refined appearance, he bore a strong resemblance to the siblings Song Hua and Song Ying.

Song Chengxian was Song Ying’s son. After he had successfully reached the Foundation Building Realm, Qin Sang had returned to the Song Family to fulfill a past promise. Although he had not taken Song Chengxian as a disciple, he had gifted him a Foundation Building Pill as a token of gratitude to the Song Family.

"Senior, Song Ying is my grandmother, and Song Chengxian is my uncle," Song Yi answered.