Awakening the intelligence panel, the liver becomes a fairy

[9: Yesterday, you had the Five Ghosts scout the surroundings and learned that the Candle Yin Witch Clan is the bloodline of the ancient witch god, Candle Dragon. There is news about the Heavenly Fire Tower here.]

[10: The teleportation array disk you used yesterday did not reach the designated location. The Wuji Sect believes you have been killed by Yuntao True Monarch but cannot be sure yet. They have decided to conduct another month of searching. If there is no news of you, they will directly attack the Wanhua Immortal Sect.]

Qin Wang frowned upon reading this intelligence.

Leaving other matters aside, the most urgent issue was the Wuji Sect.

Within a month, he had to go to Central Continent to attract the Wuji Sect's attention. Otherwise, the Wanhua Immortal Sect would be in danger, and Qin Xuemei would be at risk.

The bloodline of the ancient witch god Candle Dragon? It seems that the Candle Yin Witch Clan must be investigated.

After dawn, Qin Wang and his group headed to the Candle Yin Witch Clan.

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Candle Yin Witch Clan.

The houses here were built with reddish-brown rocks, appearing quite crude.

In the central plaza, there was an altar with a massive round log carved with the face of a human and the body of a snake shaped like a dragon—the Candle Dragon.

At this moment, as Qin Wang and his group arrived, they were immediately noticed by the Candle Yin Witch Clan's people.

The sky, once clear for miles, suddenly darkened with a thick layer of clouds covering Qin Wang and his group.

“Please descend and speak!”

An elderly voice resonated, like a bell, shaking the heart.

Zhang Fujiang, Yan Cangwu, and Jiang Haotian could not withstand the soul-shattering voice and swayed uncontrollably, almost falling from the sky.

Qin Wang snorted softly and used his powerful soul force to create a barrier, easing the discomfort for Zhang Fujiang and the others.

“Master, the opponent’s spell is truly strange. Should we descend and check the situation first?”

Zhang Fujiang suggested.

He cautiously glanced at the dark clouds overhead, which were intermittently flashing with lightning, instilling a primal fear in him.

After all, cultivating immortality was against the heavens, and there was a natural fear of thunder tribulations.

“Very well.”

Qin Wang nodded slightly.

He was not here to provoke enmity; if possible, a fair trade would be best.

Qin Wang and his group landed in the plaza.

By this time, many people had gathered around the plaza.

Mostly men, with only a few women.

Their clothes were made of hemp, and they had runes carved on their arms and faces.

“Who might you be?”

An elder, surrounded by the crowd, slowly approached.

“I am Qin Tiedan.”

Qin Wang replied directly.

“This old man is the Grand Priest of the Candle Yin Witch Clan, Candle Heng. May I ask what brings you to our Candle Yin Witch Clan?”

Candle Heng looked at Qin Wang warily.

Though he had Yuan Ying stage cultivation, he could not fully discern Qin Wang's true power, which made him cautious.

After all, the Candle Yin Witch Clan was small, with only him as a Yuan Ying True Monarch.

“I am here for two things. First, you have a fragment of the Heavenly Fire Tower embedded in your altar, and I want to take it; second, I need to use your teleportation array to go to the main Witch Clan headquarters.”

Qin Wang spoke directly and without reservation.

Candle Heng furrowed his brow upon hearing this.

Using the teleportation array could be negotiated with spirit stones to activate it.

But the fragment of the Heavenly Fire Tower had been worshipped day and night by the Candle Yin Witch Clan and had become their spiritual totem. How could they allow an outsider to take it?

“No.”

Candle Heng shook his head.

“Hmm?”

Qin Wang narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Even if I offer other treasures in exchange, is it still not possible?”

Qin Wang asked slowly.

“No. The fragment of the Heavenly Fire Tower is a relic of our Candle Yin Witch Clan’s former glory. It absolutely cannot be taken by outsiders.”

Candle Heng tightened his grip on the ceremonial staff, his expression grave.

The people around them sensed the situation was turning dire and prepared for battle, taking up fighting stances.

Boom!

Thunder rumbled from the clouds above, as if about to unleash a storm of lightning.

“Think carefully before you answer me.”

Qin Wang said and immediately summoned the Five Ghosts.

Whoosh!

The Yuan Ying pressure from the Five Ghosts spread out, easily suppressing the entire aura of the Candle Yin Witch Clan.

Candle Heng was shocked.

He never expected the opponent to be so strong, able to summon five Yuan Ying stage ghost cultivators.

Even so, the Candle Yin Witch Clan would not back down!

Candle Heng raised his staff and began chanting loudly.

It was an ancient witch language.

The people around also began chanting along.

“Master, the situation is worsening. Should we strike first and kill them all?”

Zhang Fujiang suggested.

Yan Cangwu and Jiang Haotian agreed.

“It's too late.”

Qin Wang looked up at the dark clouds.

At this point, the thunder power of the clouds had reached its peak.

Boom!!!

A bolt of lightning struck directly at Qin Wang and the Five Ghosts.

The Five Ghosts, being ghost cultivators and inherently dark, feared thunder.

Faced with this heavenly thunder, the Five Ghosts had no means to resist.

Qin Wang had no choice but to retract the Five Ghosts and take out the Barbarian God Shield to block it.

Boom!!!

The thunder struck the Barbarian God Shield, creating a dazzling firelight.

It nearly shattered the Barbarian God Shield.

One had to say, this thunder strike was comparable to a full-force attack from a late Yuan Ying stage cultivator.

Zhang Fujiang and the others, seeing that Qin Wang had blocked the thunder, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They hurriedly took action, targeting the Candle Yin Witch Clan’s people around.

As long as they interrupted the chanting, they could naturally neutralize the thunder’s attack.

However!

While the Candle Yin Witch Clan members were chanting, an invisible barrier enveloped them.

Zhang Fujiang’s attacks merely stirred ripples on the barrier.

Meanwhile, the dark clouds continued to unleash thunder.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Barbarian God Shield endured the thunderous assault. If it were not for its special material, it would have been shattered by now.

Even so, it could not hold out much longer.

Qin Wang knew that if this continued, the defense would eventually be breached.

Clang!

Twelve Qingyou Swords combined into the Qingping Sword.

“Qingping Sword Art!”

Whoosh!

A green beam shot out, piercing the dark clouds above.

At the same time, a bolt of lightning descended.

Boom!!!

The green beam penetrated the lightning, scattering it into countless arcs, and then pierced through the dark clouds.

The clouds suddenly contracted towards the center and then exploded.

Boom!!!!

With a deafening roar, the dark clouds shattered and vanished.

The sky returned to its original gray, with no sign of the clouds.

The Candle Yin Witch Clan members who participated in the chanting suffered a backlash of power and vomited blood.

Pfft!

Candle Heng spat out blood, looking at Qin Wang in disbelief.

He never imagined that, even with the combined power of his entire clan, they could not withstand the opponent.

Was the Candle Yin Witch Clan doomed to extinction today? Would their former glory never be restored?

“Ancestors, save us!”

Candle Heng fell to his knees.

He did not kneel to Qin Wang but to the round log at the altar's center.

As if responding to Candle Heng’s plea, the round log trembled slightly!