After returning to the Lan Clan tribe, Fang Ling followed Lan Yan to her residence.
She had promised that if Fang Ling successfully escorted her, she would reward him generously.
In the courtyard, there was a well.
This well was very special; Fang Ling could feel a continuous flow of spiritual energy gushing out from it.
It created an area with an extremely high concentration of spiritual energy, and it seemed that the entire Lan Clan tribe’s abundant spiritual energy depended on it.
“This well is the foundation of our Lan Clan tribe.”
“My treasure has been submerged at the bottom of this well, nourished day and night,” Lan Yan said.
She extended her hand and made a strong suction motion.
A crystal-clear stone appeared in her hand.
At first glance, the stone seemed ordinary, but upon closer inspection, one could sense the terrifying energy contained within it.
It was as if once activated, it would erupt like a volcano.
“What is this?” Fang Ling asked.
Lan Yan explained, “This is called the Ascension Stone, a rare treasure nurtured by heaven and earth.”
“It can enhance the power of postnatal magical artifacts, effective for any level of postnatal artifacts!”
“However, the energy it contains is fixed, so how much it can enhance depends on the quality of the artifact itself.”
“Low-level artifacts can be greatly enhanced, while high-level artifacts can only be slightly enhanced.”
“I obtained this Ascension Stone by chance during my training in the Central Divine Region eighty thousand years ago.”
“After soaking in our tribe’s Creation Well for eighty thousand years, its energy has significantly increased compared to when I first found it.”
“I offer this to you as a reward.”
“Such a rare treasure exists in this world,” Fang Ling marveled at the stone.
Coincidentally, he had recently acquired the Universe Mirror, one of the four great treasures of the Heavenly Dao Sect.
This treasure was already extraordinary, and if it could be further enhanced, it would be even more wonderful.
“Thank you, Priestess Lan!” He accepted the Ascension Stone.
In fact, just by helping him lift the Death Wish Curse, the Lan Clan tribe had already repaid him.
He knew that Lan Yan’s generous gift today was more about making a friend.
With Lan Luo having received the Witch God’s inheritance, the Lan Clan tribe was bound to rise in the future, and he was happy to have a powerful ally.
During his month-long stay at the Witch God Temple, he didn’t eat or drink, but he did feel a bit thirsty.
Seeing the miraculous spiritual well, he scooped some water into his hand.
“Wait! You can’t drink this well water!” Lan Yan quickly stopped him.
Fang Ling didn’t insist and immediately spilled the water from his hand.
He thought it was probably a rule of their tribe that outsiders were not allowed to drink from the well.
In this place, there were many strange rules, and he was used to it.
“I’m not being stingy, but this Creation Well is not meant for drinking,” Lan Yan explained, fearing Fang Ling might think the Lan Clan was being petty.
“The Creation Well is incredibly unique, continuously emitting spiritual energy.”
“But generally, it shouldn’t be drunk. If a woman drinks it, she will become pregnant.”
“If a man drinks it, he will be impotent for a long time.”
Hearing this, Fang Ling quickly shook his hand to dry off the well water.
He hadn’t expected this seemingly tempting spiritual well to be so terrifying.
“Women in the tribe who don’t want to marry but want children come to me for this water,” Lan Yan continued.
“Luo’er doesn’t have a father; I drank from the Creation Well and gave birth to her alone.”
Fang Ling didn’t know what to say; today’s experiences had truly broadened his horizons.
…
Fang Ling had accumulated a lot of things, so he didn’t leave the Lan Clan tribe immediately.
He was now staying at Lan Yan’s house, though not in her room, but beside the Creation Well.
The well continuously emitted pure spiritual energy, making it a pleasure to cultivate in such a place.
He took out the Ascension Stone and merged it into the Universe Mirror.
It immediately upgraded from twelve restrictions to thirteen, matching the level of Purple Bamboo’s Snow Jade Purity Bottle.
Although it only added one restriction, the power of the treasure more than doubled.
Especially its defensive capabilities, which had now reached an unparalleled level!
After finishing his work, he focused on refining the strand of innate purple energy within him.
Although it now belonged to him, he was still unfamiliar with using it and needed time to harmonize with it…
He suspended himself above the Creation Well, cultivating day and night, unaware of how much time had passed.
Until one day, several terrifying auras descended upon the Lan Clan tribe!
Accompanying them were cultivators from the Chuan Clan tribe and the Heavenly Dao Sect.
The Chuan Clan’s witchcraft practitioners led the group, numbering nearly ten million!
On the altar, Lan Yan and the other eight elders of the Lan Clan tribe immediately rose into the air.
“Chuan Ning, you despicable scoundrel!” Lan Yan glared angrily at Chuan Ning across from her.
“How dare you collude with outsiders! Have you no shame?”
Chuan Ning sneered, “So what if I collude with outsiders? It’s time for Miao Territory to change!”
“Our witchcraft practitioners have been confined here for generations, which is a mistake.”
“We should integrate into the entire cultivation world.”
“Priest Chuan Ning speaks wisely!” The Heavenly Dao Sect’s Grand Elder Wen Mu smiled.
“Priestess Lan Yan, have you considered allying with our Heavenly Dao Sect?”
“You may know that these are turbulent times, with great horrors descending upon the world.”
“As fellow cultivators of the Southern Dipper Region, we should unite.”
“I am willing to act as a mediator between your two tribes.”
Chuan Ning frowned at these words, cursing the old fox in his heart.
He had already contacted the Heavenly Dao Sect, and they had agreed to help the Chuan Clan tribe unify Miao Territory.
But now, it seemed they wanted to turn Miao Territory into their backyard.
“There’s nothing to discuss. If you want to fight, then let’s fight!” Lan Yan snorted coldly.
Behind her, tens of millions of Lan Clan tribe cultivators soared into the sky, their momentum overwhelming.
…
“This place is too dangerous to stay…” Fang Ling, by the Creation Well, was about to slip away.
But just then, a figure suddenly appeared before him.
It was Lan Sheng, the ninth elder of the Lan Clan tribe.
At this moment, Lan Sheng no longer had his previous scholarly demeanor; he exuded a hint of malevolence.
“We meet again,” Lan Sheng smiled.
“Mo Yuan may be a failure, but he was nurtured with considerable resources by the Heavenly Dao Sect.”
“You shouldn’t have killed him, and you definitely shouldn’t have taken our Heavenly Dao Sect’s Universe Mirror.”
“If you return the Universe Mirror now, I can ensure you have a whole corpse.”
Fang Ling: “So you’re from the Heavenly Dao Sect… Your sect is truly patient, planning for so long.”
Lan Sheng had been in the Lan Clan tribe for thousands of years, meaning the Heavenly Dao Sect had been plotting for that long.
“The Lan Clan has an Absolute God Formation. Without destroying it, even if our sect’s powerful figures joined forces with the Chuan Clan tribe, it would be hard to take down this place,” Lan Sheng laughed.
“Fortunately, everything has paid off now. My years of patience were not in vain.”
“My true name is…”
Before he could finish, Fang Ling slashed at him with his sword, “I don’t care about a dead man’s name!”
This strike was the Repress Hell style, the most terrifying of the Sword Demon’s Three Styles.
Moreover, this time, Fang Ling boldly integrated the strand of innate purple energy into his Life-Bound Blood Sword!
The Blood Sword was thus elevated, its power surging.
“How could this be…” Lan Sheng’s previously calm face twisted in shock.
Fang Ling’s strike made his hair stand on end.
“This strike will kill me!” He hurriedly tried to defend.
But his defensive techniques couldn’t withstand Fang Ling’s strike and were instantly shattered.
His body was torn to pieces by the fierce sword energy, leaving only a remnant soul fleeing.
“Madness, this is madness.”
“How can this young man have such terrifying power…”
His remnant soul desperately fled, trying to escape from Fang Ling.
But Fang Ling showed no mercy, locking onto him with a Soul Severing Spell.
“Kid, I’ll drag you down with me!”
Lan Sheng, realizing he was cursed and doomed, went completely mad.
But he was too late; Fang Ling struck too quickly, giving him no chance to counterattack.
The Soul Severing Spell took effect, erasing his remnant soul!
In the sky above the tribe, the two groups were still facing off.
But with Fang Ling and Lan Sheng suddenly clashing, the battle erupted instantly.
The aftermath of the top experts’ fight shook Fang Ling’s mind.
“Master Manzi often said, ‘Below the immortal realm, all are ants…’”
“He was right!”
Fang Ling immediately fled, not wanting to get involved.
The fierce battle left no one to care about Fang Ling.
The Heavenly Dao Sect hadn’t expected Lan Sheng to fail, so they hadn’t sent anyone else.
Fang Ling took the opportunity to escape from the chaos.
After leaving the Lan Clan tribe, he flew at top speed, heading straight for the Chuan Clan tribe!
Since he had already offended the Chuan Clan tribe, he decided to go all out and do something big.
With the Chuan Clan’s elite fighting at the Lan Clan tribe, he planned to pay a visit to their home.
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