The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

Yunxiao received the Hunyuan Golden Bucket and the Southern Lidi Flame Banner, Qiongxiao received the Golden Dragon Scissors and the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, and Bixiao was bestowed with the Hunyuan Banner and the Eight Desolations Pagoda. Of course, in addition to the superior and top-grade innate spiritual treasures, each person also received several mid-grade innate spiritual treasures. In addition, each person also had a Six Harmonies Pagoda, which Mosquito Daoist had refined in large quantities for future use.

"This..." The three disciples stared blankly at the spiritual treasures in their hands. Each possessed at least five spiritual treasures, and they thought to themselves, 'The Blood Sea is incredibly wealthy; even bestowing spiritual treasures upon its disciples is so generous. Each of them has a top-grade innate spiritual treasure primarily for defense.'

The three were initially annoyed that they had delayed the Three Pure Ones' disciple-acceptance time and hadn't been accepted as disciples. Although the Styx River was a powerful being of the primordial era, he was still far inferior to a sage. But now it seemed that even if the Blood Sea was not as good as the Three Pure Ones, it was probably not far behind. Otherwise, how could it have produced so many innate spiritual treasures?

Now that they've joined the Blood Sea sect, the treatment is far superior to that of the Three Pure Ones. After all, the Three Pure Ones have many disciples and can't possibly take care of everyone, but the Blood Sea has very few. On the way, their master mentioned that their senior uncle only accepted five disciples, and now, with these three, the Blood Sea only has eight disciples.

After regaining their senses, the three hesitated, as the spiritual treasure was far too precious. They immediately looked towards the Styx River, wanting to see what their master meant.

Seeing this, Styx frowned slightly. He wondered why the Mosquito Daoist would bestow such a precious gift so soon. Although the other party treated his disciples equally, which pleased him greatly, he still worried, saying, "Elder brother, although we are not lacking innate spiritual treasures, the Three Immortals are only at the Heavenly Immortal level now. Is it appropriate to bestow top-grade innate spiritual treasures upon them?"

"Haha... Second brother, no need to worry. My Nine-Turn Golden Pill has been improved by me, and the side effects have disappeared. I just refined six pills. After they take them, they can instantly become Great Luo Golden Immortals. When the three of them go out, with my Blood Sea reputation, I don't think anyone will be foolish enough to try to snatch them."

Mosquito Daoist believed that once Yunxiao and the others reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, even if those Quasi-Saint powerhouses saw them, they wouldn't try to snatch them. Anyone who could cultivate to the Quasi-Saint realm was no fool.

Before taking action, one should consider whether one can withstand the wrath of the Blood Sea. As for those below the Quasi-Saint level, they wouldn't cause any harm if encountered. Afterwards, Mosquito Daoist took out three newly refined Nine-Turn Golden Pills and distributed them to the three people.

Looking at the pill in their hands, the three girls were momentarily lost in thought, each feeling a sense of unreality. This pill was clearly extraordinary; its surface was covered in flowing Dao patterns, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance. Just a few sniffs were enough to significantly improve their cultivation.

"Thank you, Senior Uncle... Thank you, Master..." Coming to their senses, the three knelt before Mosquito Daoist and Styx. At this moment, they could feel the care and concern Styx and the other man had for them. If they weren't truly devoted to them, who would offer such precious pills? And who would be willing to bestow a top-grade innate spiritual treasure upon their disciple?

Mosquito Daoist wasn't as complicated as the other party thought. In his view, since the Three Immortals had already become disciples of the Blood Sea Sect, they should be genuinely nurtured. Although the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir was incredibly precious to cultivators of the Primordial World, none of his disciples needed it anymore. Now that someone else could use it, why should he keep it to himself?

"Brother, I'll take them to establish their cave dwellings first, and we can talk again after we're done with this." Styx didn't say anything after seeing this. The higher his disciples' cultivation level, the more honorable it was for him, their master.

After the four left, Mosquito Daoist returned to his cave to continue his seclusion. He was now pondering a problem: while ordinary pills were useless to him, they would be of great help to humans with low cultivation levels. If he could research and develop a pill that could help improve cultivation without requiring precious spiritual herbs, it would be a blessing for humanity.

On the northern slopes of the primordial wilderness, lived the northern tribes of the Wu people.

This is the territory of the Zhurong tribe, and two groups are currently in a standoff. A person with the cultivation of a Taiyi Golden Immortal stands among the shamans, his eyes gleaming as if he is plotting something.

Seeing that the two sides were locked in a stalemate but had not yet made a move, this man shouted from the crowd, "Everyone, fight them! We are the true descendants of Pangu, and the Ancestral Witches have long disliked Gonggong. Now our enemy has come to our doorstep. How can we swallow this insult?" As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed a spiked club and charged towards the enemy.

Meanwhile, the opposing shamans, seeing members of the Zhurong tribe charging towards them, immediately went to meet them. The scene instantly became incredibly chaotic, and like a chain reaction, people from both tribes joined in, making the situation difficult to control.

The people of the Gonggong tribe have come here today because one of their members was recently killed by the other side, and they have come to demand an explanation. The two factions have had conflicts before, and such incidents have been relatively common, but none had resulted in death.

However, recently, members of the tribe have been frequently being killed, and after investigation, it was found that the Zhu Rong tribe was responsible. Previously, those killed were all insignificant people, and the tribe only sent people to inquire. But this time, the victim was a leader with the cultivation level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

This incident was too much for the Gonggong tribe to bear, so they gathered their people to demand an explanation. Unexpectedly, the other side started a fight first, which was something the Gonggong tribe, who had always been at odds with the Gonggong tribe, could not tolerate.

But little did he know that the Zhu Rong tribe had recently been frequently targeted by assassins.

Inside the Pangu Palace, the twelve Ancestral Witches, including Xing Tian, ​​seemed to be discussing something. Just as Di Jiang was about to speak, someone rushed in and reported, "Reporting, fellow Ancestral Witches, something terrible has happened! A large-scale battle has broken out between the tribes of Gonggong and Zhurong in the north."

Those inside the Pangu Palace were startled upon hearing the newcomer's voice. Dijiang and the others knew that Gonggong and Zhurong were natural enemies, often engaging in fierce battles within their tribes. Dijiang had taken this into consideration when he divided their territories into north and south, separating them.

However, this still couldn't resolve the internal strife between the two. This was the first time such a large-scale conflict had occurred between the two tribes. Before Dijiang could even ask a question, Zhurong immediately stood up, her eyes blazing with anger, and roared, "Gonggong, my people have been frequently killed by you lately, and now you dare to bully us at our doorstep? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Zhu Rong, with his fiery temper, was furious to hear that the fighting was taking place on his own territory. He immediately suspected a large-scale attack and could no longer tolerate it. He drew a betel nut iron rod and flew back towards the tribe.

Seeing the other party leave, Gonggong was also very anxious and immediately followed. He stepped in front of the other party and said, "Zhurong, it is clearly you who made the false accusation first. My tribe has recently been killed by your side, and there are already more than two dozen people. What is wrong with going to ask for an explanation?" After saying that, he also took the giant hammer from his waist.