ollapsing to the ground. Only then did he feel pain all over his body and extreme fatigue, wishing nothing more than a good long sleep.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate...The boat sails on the river.

The boatman glanced ahead, then hurried back into the cabin and knocked on a door.

"Sir, the Ghostly Pass is just ahead."

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After a moment.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Qin Sang walked out of the cabin.

The boatman, with a smile on his face, chattered: "By imperial decree, only official boats are allowed to pass through Ghostly Shepherd's Pass. If we private boats dare to cross the line, the River God will raise storms and waves as a warning. Should we proceed further, he will summon mighty waves to capsize our vessels as punishment. Therefore, I kindly ask you, esteemed guest, to go ahead and switch to an official boat..."

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Qin Sang walked to the bow of the ship, looking left and right. He couldn't see the riverbank at a glance. On the surface of the river ahead, a black shadow appeared. It was a magnificent flag tower, like a bridge spanning the river.

A black gold flag fluttered in the wind, inscribed with the two characters "Ghost Shepherd." It was connected to both sides by a floating bridge and across the water surface. You could see figures walking on the bridge.

Qin Sang recalled the information he had previously inquired about. After passing Guigu Pass, it wouldn't be far to Gushan Ridge. The area ahead was not peaceful, and there might be demons and ghosts attacking along the river. This move was also to protect them.

He set out from Zhongmaozhi in the west, traveling sometimes on foot at a quick pace, and sometimes like ordinary people, taking boats and staying in inns. Not only could he experience the customs and folkways of the various places under the rule of Emperor Ting, but he could also cultivate his inner self along the way.

By this time, he had already arrived at Beishi, under the jurisdiction of the Northern Pole Exorcism Institute. It was less than three years since the day he set out.

It wasn't that his speed of movement was particularly fast or that the Dao court grounds were small. Rather, each Jing within the Dao court had a grand teleportation formation set up. As for the transfer nearby, the artistry of the spiritual formations surpassed even those ancient transmission arrays in the Windstorm realm.

The Dao Ting region is vast, and it's a must-pass for cultivators from the Dao Sect. Even on an average day, there's a constant stream of people coming and going.

>>>Using the Grand Displacement Formation only requires spirit stones, and it generally doesn't thoroughly check identities. As long as Qin Sang doesn't activate his Celestial Demon Transformation, he can completely conceal his demonic aura. With a little trickery, it wouldn't be difficult to pass through undetected.

Neither party moved.

And beneath him, the treasure ship shuddered violently. Outside the ship, a hundred-meter wave rose suddenly, blotting out the sun. After a while, it crashed down heavily.

Shen Huo's wrist trembled slightly as he slowly retracted his heavy sword, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. He suddenly burst into laughter: "Splendid! I didn't expect Daoist Qingfeng, who looks like a frail scholar, to be just like me, Shen. We both forgo military training and cultivate the Dragon and Tiger Citadel!"

Qin Sang smiled and retracted his fist.

He had long known that not all Taoist cultivators conscripted soldiers. Others, like demon cultivators, condensed their vital energy into a cauldron, calling it the Dragon-Tiger Cauldron.

(End of Chapter)orgiveness."The ninth junior brother is just speaking without thinking. He's always carefree, big senior brother doesn't need to mind him. That human cultivator, a mere Foundation Establishment mid-st...