My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

“The eight kings from the eight royal clans were dispatched to challenge him, but each one fell to the emperor’s strength. An army of one hundred thousand was decimated in a single move. You could even call it a miracle!” Long Hui exclaimed.

“And the Kun Peng clan bore the brunt of it all. Their top-notch experts were nearly annihilated, and they lost more than half of their crucial forces.” Long Hui paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “It was only when the powerless Kun Peng clan took control of this place that they used their longer lifespan to torture the emperor to death.”

“From that moment, the eight royal clans subtly began manipulating the dynastic shifts within the Great You, capitalizing on humanity’s inherent vices.” Long Hui couldn’t help but notice the look of surprise that kept crossing Qin Huai’s face. His heart stirred slightly, suspecting that this monstrous creature was likely from Qingzhou.

“What kind of monster is this…” Qin Huai sighed. The story never failed to astonish him, no matter how many times he heard it.

“There’s a secret about the eight royal clans I can share with you,” Long Hui said, rolling up his long sleeves. “Because when the Emperor of Qingzhou was alive, the other seven royal families hadn’t set foot in Qingzhou for ten thousand years. Not even once!”

“As the captain of the guards, you seem to know quite a lot about the eight royal clans.” Qin Huai simply smiled, choosing not to probe further. “By your account, there should be at least nine individuals as formidable as Bai Shiquan among the six clans and three sects.”

“That’s correct!” Long Xing replied, leading the way before halting abruptly.

Meanwhile, Qin Huai spotted a golden light piercing through the trees and flowers ahead. He stepped forward, watching as a spire rose slowly from the ground.

Numerous individuals, each with an extraordinary aura, sat perched on the surrounding treetops, all within close proximity of the Golden Spirit Temple. Qin Huai carefully studied the temple and its surroundings, a radius of about a hundred meters. “So, the spirit prison will materialize within this hundred meters?”

“Yes, until the Golden Spirit Temple is fully formed, its emitted golden light will act as a potent blade,” Long Huixing confirmed, nodding. “Enter the hundred-meter zone, and your body will be disintegrated by the golden light, serving as nourishment for the emergence of the Golden Spirit Temple.”

“In other words, the Golden Spirit Temple won’t appear unless enough lives are lost?” Qin Huai questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the sound of a rushing wind from behind filled the air. A fist, riding the gales and accompanied by the splintering noise of breaking trees, rapidly approached Qin Huai.

A cold glint flashed across his eyes as he retaliated with a swift whip kick. His attacker exploded upon contact, turning into spiritual energy that filled the sky and integrated into Qin Huai’s body.

“This feeling… It’s incredible,” Qin Huai muttered, his gaze sparkling.

At this point, Bai Shiquan’s voice echoed in their ears once more. “Your guard boasts an extraordinary vitality.”

Looking up, Qin Huai and Long Huixing spotted Bai Shiquan atop a tree, less than ten meters away.

“The saying ‘a starved camel is still bigger than a horse’ holds true. The dragon clan may be in dire straits, but they still have such talent in their service,” Bai Shiquan sneered, looking down on Qin Huai.

“But serving the dragon clan has its consequences,” he added, his voice colder than ice. “Just like your journey to the Golden Spirit Temple, you’re doomed to be cannon fodder.”