Chaos Spirit Field

After learning that Zhao Shanhe had left the sect, Tantai Mieming followed the clues and pursued him all the way to the Endless Sea. Perhaps because he had been with Zhao Shanhe, the scourge, for too long, upon arriving in the Endless Sea, he encountered a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Wuxiang Sect.

The two men started fighting after a disagreement. After a fierce fight, Tan Tai Mieming was able to escape and extract some important information from Zhao Shanhe. He then realized that Zhao Shanhe had never been to the Endless Sea, which also confirmed his suspicions.

Meanwhile, Black Water Sect's Foundation Establishment cultivator, Black King Kong, led his team, risking their lives to navigate the lands roaming with powerful demons. After countless thrilling battles and bloodshed, they finally discovered a mysterious storage bag. Upon opening it with great joy, they discovered a truly disgusting treasure trove of demonic beast feces! This made him a laughingstock within the sect.

That day, Hei Long found Qingniu Sect, and Tan Tai Mieming asked, "Brother Hei, why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Someone owes me some wine, so I had to come in person. It's been several months, Zhao Shanhe should have finished brewing it by now."

Facing Hei Long's questioning, Tan Tai Mieming showed a helpless expression and replied with a sigh, "Brother Hei, I don't know where that brat Zhao Shanhe has run off to. Where can I get Wuliangye for you? It really worries me to death!"

Hearing this, Black Dragon chuckled and retorted smugly, "Old Yin, stop playing dumb with me! Isn't Zhao Shanhe right here in Myriad Monsters Mountain? He really thought I didn't know. He's so insidious! Last time, he didn't leave a single hair for my grandson, Black King Kong, and this time, he left a storage bag full of monster excrement. How shameless!"

Tan Tai Mieming quickly asked, "Brother Hei, when did your grandson meet that kid Zhao Shanhe?"

"It's been almost a month. My grandson spotted someone fighting a Pijiao and wanted to take advantage of the situation. You know the environment in Wan Yao Mountain. Visibility is low, and spiritual senses don't dare to explore recklessly. But who else can do something like using a storage bag to store feces except Zhao Shanhe?"

"Brother Hei, I've been working on the reform of the Qingniu Sect since I came back last time. I didn't have time to ask Zhao Shanhe for some wine before he went out to train. Please wait a moment, I'll go find Tan Taifeng to get some Wuliangye. He should still have some in stock."

Tan Tai Mieming asked Tan Tai Fengdu for some wine and sent Black Dragon away, suspecting something had happened to Zhao Shanhe, or else he wouldn't have used the Shit Escape technique. He arrived at Myriad Monsters Mountain and discovered that Pi Xie was missing, which further worried him. He secretly sent people to the Myriad Monsters Market to inquire about any suspicious individuals during that time.

Seeing the information his men had gathered, Tan Tai Mieming fell into deep thought. Why had Master Gui captured Zhao Shanhe? Should he report this to the Dan League and the Immortal Treasure Pavilion? After much deliberation, he decided against it. This was just speculation, without any evidence. If the two major factions took their wrath out on him, the Qingniu Sect's small frame wouldn't be able to withstand it. Zhao Shanhe wasn't destined for a short life; he should be able to turn the tide. This kid was really good at causing trouble. Some things needed to be put on hold.

Tantai Mieming had already guessed the truth, but he hadn't offered any help due to concerns. The Qingniu Sect was more important than anything else. He buried the secret in his heart, silently praying that Zhao Shanhe would be saved.

If Zhao Shanhe knew what Tantai Mieming was doing, he might understand it, but he wouldn't be without some complaints. His life was incredibly comfortable these days, boasting top-grade elixirs and spiritual fluids, something few could possibly enjoy.

Demon God Mountain is an immense spiritual vein, and Master Turtle's cave dwelling is located at its core. No matter how rich the spiritual energy, it couldn't have formed out of thin air; it was all Zhao Shanhe's work. Trapped in an unfamiliar land, he felt a sense of crisis, especially as the enigmatic Demon Ancestor loomed like a sword overhead, constantly forcing him to redeem himself.

It was no easy task for Zhao Shanhe, a human, to escape the demon gathering place. The Demon King City was over 100,000 miles away from the Myriad Demon Market. Simply flying with a sword was a pipe dream. To protect himself, he needed immense strength.

In terms of cultivation, since the Five Elements Secret Art lacks subsequent techniques, its practice is extremely difficult, and achieving a breakthrough to the Core Formation stage is practically impossible. In comparison, achieving a breakthrough in the physical training realm seems easier. Once one reaches the third stage, one possesses a certain degree of self-preservation. Furthermore, there's a complete Diamond Sutra available for study.

Although he knew it was a trap set by Master Gui, Zhao Shanhe had no choice but to jump in. Only with strong strength could there be hope. Why was it called a trap? All other secret books were fragments, only the Diamond Sutra was complete, and there were various annotations.

Zhao Shanhe would arrive in the courtyard every morning, brandishing his longsword, its gleaming blade as majestic as a dragon emerging from the sea. He would then begin practicing his boxing routines, each strike imbued with boundless power and might. After his swordplay and boxing, he would study the art of formations. His daily routine was perfectly regular, and Master Gui noticed nothing unusual; everything seemed under control.

One had to admit that Master Gui was truly a man of great learning and talent, especially his mastery of formations. Zhao Shanhe's profound knowledge and exceptional insight into formation techniques were evident from the formation manuals he cultivated in the Chaos Spirit Field using its feces as fertilizer.

If he could cultivate the Secret Treasures of Formation Techniques, Zhao Shanhe was confident that he could surpass Master Turtle in the art of formation techniques. This wasn't an exaggeration; Sun Simiao wasn't capable of making Li Changsheng, the Second Elder of the Alchemy Alliance, feel inferior.

At that moment, Master Gui was hiding in the shadows, silently observing Zhao Shanhe's every move. Seeing him alternately frown in deep thought and dance with excitement, he couldn't help but feel a little amused: How profound and complex is the art of formations? The teleportation array, as the most profound and intricate part, requires immense effort and contemplation. For an ordinary person to even begin, it would take hundreds of years!

But all of this was child's play for Zhao Shanhe, who possessed such a heaven-defying treasure as the Chaos Spirit Field! Thanks to the opportunities and blessings brought by this magical land, he had already mastered the art of setting up a teleportation array, though it was currently limited to short-distance teleportation.

Ever since he stepped into the art of formation, Zhao Shanhe realized that there was actually a Renshui formation hidden in the place where Master Turtle lived. No wonder this old turtle didn't need to live in water.

Anyone who doesn't take advantage of an opportunity is a bastard. Zhao Shanhe already knew that Master Gui had no good intentions, so he naturally didn't hold back. He set up a spirit gathering array at the core of the Renshui formation, from which the precious spirit fluid came.