Three Light Jade Liquid

There was no other clutter upon the immortal platform, nor were there any visible mechanisms. The most conspicuous features were the jade pillars, all of which were damaged to varying degrees. Their jagged fractures were starkly evident, and many of the carved dragons and phoenixes were missing half their bodies. A world-shaking battle had clearly taken place in the Spirit-Gathering Hall. The most heavily damaged part was the immortal platform itself. It had suffered a horrific impact, crisscrossed by several massive fissures and crumbled in many places. The only reason it had not shattered immediately was that the immortal restriction was holding it together. Even so, the immortal restriction on the platform was now exceedingly fragile and gravely impaired, its power barely palpable. Whether the restriction had ended up like this right after that great battle, or whether it had failed to sustain itself after being caught in the crossfire, only for its power to gradually bleed away over countless years, was impossible to tell. If it were simply the wear of time, the immortal platform would likely collapse on its own in a few thousand more years. By then, anyone entering the Spirit-Gathering Hall would easily find it without going through so much trouble. Even as he asked this question, Qin Sang swept his gaze across the jade pillars one by one. Finding nothing unusual, his eyes settled once more on the indentation atop the immortal platform, and he suddenly sensed a strange ripple. It came from inside the platform! Yunyouzi, looking at the exact same spot, had noticed it as well. Had the immortal restriction remained undamaged, cultivators of their realm could never have perceived it. But now was different—the restriction teetered on the brink of destruction and was exceedingly fragile, incapable of concealing the ripples within. The two exchanged a look and moved in unison. Qin Sang activated his corpse core and flew above the platform on his sword. The ebony sword dropped like a bolt of lightning, cloaking the platform from above. Sword qi split into thousands of rays, dangling like silk tassels. By now, Qin Sang had summoned the immortal platform with the Tiangang footwork, exposing the immortal restriction before them. Though they lacked the ability to fully unravel an immortal restriction, locating a few flaws was not difficult. *Boom!* Roused by the sword qi, the immortal restriction manifested, and the platform trembled. Qin Sang remained calm, his gaze sharp as lightning. In an instant, he locked onto the positions, clenched his fist in midair, and converged the sword qi into several swords of light, thrusting them precisely into the flaws. *Thud! Thud!* The sword qi sank entirely into the immortal restriction. In a flash, strange light radiated through the Spirit-Gathering Hall as the restriction violently shuddered. A vast wave of spiritual energy burst forth and surged skyward, hurtling straight toward Qin Sang. Even at the end of its tether, the restriction's counterattack was extraordinarily fierce. Qin Sang's expression shifted slightly. Without hesitation, he unleashed the divine ability of Sword Qi Thunderclap, turning into a bolt of lightning to dodge with all his might. *Whoosh!* The wave of spiritual energy grazed past him. Yunyouzi had been biding his time, gathering strength. Working in seamless coordination with Qin Sang, he charged toward the indentation the instant the spiritual wave erupted. Gathering spiritual power in his palm, he seized the opening to shatter a section of the restriction beside the indentation. Then he immediately retreated at full speed. *Buzz!* The immortal platform shook all the more violently, followed by a faint clicking from within. A moment later, the indentation slowly rose. Beneath it sat an inlaid jade pillar, almost identical to those outside. To their surprise, when the jade pillar completed its ascent, a hidden compartment was revealed beneath it, inside of which lay a tilted jade bottle. A flash of green light appeared. With a crisp *clack*, the jade bottle rolled out of the compartment, instantly capturing Qin Sang and Yunyouzi's rapt attention. The bottle was small enough to hold in one hand and entirely transparent. Inside was a small half-bottle of emerald-green spiritual liquid that dyed the vessel green. It looked to contain a dozen or so drops. The moment the jade bottle appeared, Qin Sang immediately sensed an extraordinarily rich vitality and abundant spiritual energy. He could not help taking a deep breath, feeling intoxicated in both body and mind. Even the surrounding vegetation tilted its stems and leaves toward it, as if dancing. *What miraculous spiritual liquid!* Qin Sang was filled with wonder. "Three Light Jade Liquid! It really is Three Light Jade Liquid!" Yunyouzi muttered to himself, unable to conceal the excitement in his eyes. "Senior, let us split this Three Light Jade Liquid evenly." Qin Sang suppressed his excitement and took the initiative to propose an even share. He was not greedy. There was a considerable amount of spiritual liquid in the bottle. Even taking just half would be more than enough to trigger the Nine-Illusion Heavenly Orchid's transformation, with surplus left for future emergencies. To his surprise, Yunyouzi shook his head in refusal. "Three drops are enough for this old Daoist; more is not necessarily better. Taking extra drops will not help me. Instead, it might tempt me to rely on luck and dull my fighting spirit, which would do more harm than good! Take the rest of the Three Light Jade Liquid with you, Brother. If I ever have need of it in the future, I will ask you for some. You would not refuse me then, would you?" Yunyouzi looked at him with a chuckle. Qin Sang could not help smiling. "If you ever need it in the future, Senior, take as much as you wish. Aside from the Nine-Illusion Heavenly Orchid, the spirit herbs brought out of Xuanpu Palace have all been divided among the Nascent Soul experts—none will ever fall into my hands again. As precious as the Three Light Jade Liquid is, it is ultimately just a healing spirit medicine, not worth much more than ten-thousand-year spiritual milk." Yunyouzi nodded. Xuanpu Palace had been thoroughly stripped clean, leaving the Three Light Jade Liquid's greatest purpose with no place to be used. He drew the jade bottle into his palm, retrieved a flask from his mustard seed bag, tipped out three drops, and handed the bottle to Qin Sang. A refreshing coolness emanated from the jade bottle. With a gentle shake, the jade liquid rippled within, releasing an even denser wave of vitality. Qin Sang could not resist inhaling it several times. After Yunyouzi took three drops, roughly ten drops remained in the bottle. Qin Sang capped it, but still uneasy, he sealed it with a restriction to prevent the vitality from leaking before placing it into the Thousand Jun Ring. After stowing the Three Light Jade Liquid, they searched the immortal platform inside and out once more. Seeing that the Spirit-Gathering Alms Bowl was truly not there, they finally gave up. *** Above the sea of forest. The two figures that had vanished not long ago reappeared abruptly, only to disappear again after a flicker. Qin Sang and Yunyouzi concealed themselves in the canopy, warily scanning their surroundings, venturing to move only after confirming that no one was watching. Such caution was a matter of necessity. Those who had entered Ziwei Palace were all Core Formation and Nascent Soul experts. The two of them were at the very bottom of the food chain; a single careless mistake could mean eternal damnation. Flying out from the canopy, they shifted direction, Qin Sang speeding close behind Yunyouzi. The destination Yunyouzi sought was not far from the ancient medicinal garden. According to him, it was likely an ancient alchemy ground that held something capable of aiding his recovery. "We're here!" Traveling at top speed, they arrived before a mountain before long. Yunyouzi put away his spirit bamboo flying boat and pointed toward the summit. "Right up there." The mountain was exceptionally rugged, shrouded in swirling clouds and mist. Faint silhouettes of palaces were visible, most of them resembling the Spirit-Gathering Hall—heavily damaged and reduced to ruins. Most astonishing was the eastern flank of the mountain, where a sheer chasm like a thread of sky split from peak to base. The far side of the chasm leaned outward on the verge of collapse. It was clearly no natural formation, but a sword mark! Splitting a mountain with a single strike. Senior Qingzhu had accomplished such a feat as well, but this sword mark still retained a terrifying sword qi to this day—something Senior Qingzhu could never have achieved.