Yi Qing didn't say much to Tang Han. After asking for the general direction of the Mystic Gate, he quickly got up and left. He was afraid that he would act on impulse and personally send them to the Celestial Sect of Wonders. Once he left Tang Han's residence, he immediately rode on his sword and flew towards Longxing City with Shen Ying.
Tang Han said that Qinghe County was raided by deviant ghosts, which was why it was massacred. These words seemed to be true. The tragic state of the ghosts in the city did not seem to be caused by an ordinary disaster. But the ghosts in the city lost their memories, and the River of Forgetfulness was not something that could be done by just deviant ghosts.
Although he didn't know what the deviant ghost that Tang Han was talking about was, as long as it was a ghost, except for a special case like Song Ren, as long as it got close to the River of Forgetfulness, it would be sent to the Underworld for reincarnation. Therefore, the phenomenon of the River of Forgetfulness in Qinghe County was definitely not the work of deviant ghosts. Instead, it was more likely to have something to do with the Mystic Gate that was used to expel deviant ghosts.
What had happened in the city at that time? Why would Song Ren have such a big grievance? It seemed that he could only go to the Celestial Sect of Wonders to find out.
Tang Han said that Longxing City, where the Celestial Sect of Wonders was located, was tens of thousands of miles away from here, but for flying swords, it was only a quarter or two of an hour. Yi Qing scanned with his divine perception and saw a huge city in front of him. Compared to other places where the Spirit Qi was so thin that it could not be seen, the Spirit Qi there was obviously thicker. However, it still could not compare to the immortal cities of other small worlds. Even his aura was exceptionally chaotic, filled with the aura of mortals.
Yi Qing hesitated for a moment, then turned and landed in a remote place outside the city. He turned around to look at a certain coward who was afraid of heights and frowned.
"Exalted … Exalted Immortal?" Song Ren trembled under his stare, and his heart turned cold for no reason. He had a feeling that ever since they left the Ghost City, this immortal surnamed Yi's attitude towards him had worsened. His gaze seemed to be able to freeze him into ice at any moment.
"You're a ghost, you can't just go in like this." Those so-called mystic cultivators didn't seem to be very friendly to ghosts. If Song Ren went in just like that, he might be beaten to death. "To avoid trouble, I'll use an immortal item to create an apparition for you. You can temporarily possess it."
As he spoke, he took out a green and juicy green onion from his storage bag!
Song Ren: "…"
Why is it a green onion? Where's the promised immortal item? Aren't you an immortal? Why would he carry things like scallions with him?!
"Let's go in," Yi Qing said seriously as he shook the green onion that was overflowing with Immortal Qi.
"Exalted … Exalted Immortal …" The corner of Song Ren's mouth twitched. A moment later, he probed, "Can … can we change it?" This was intentional, right?
"…" Little bitch, you sure have a lot of demands.
Yi Qing's face darkened, he snorted coldly, but still continued to dig into his storage bag.
Song Ren heaved a sigh of relief. The next moment, he saw Yi Qing take out a bunch of things from his storage bag: garlic, chili, chives, pepper, coriander …
"They're all here. Hurry up and choose one."
Shen Ying, "…"
Song Ren: "…"
Flips table, this isn't choosing the illusory body, this is choosing the ingredients, right?
(∀ ∀ □ ′) Ngu━ nguo
However, the other party looked as if he would freeze Song Ren to death with his gaze if he continued to nag. Song Ren, who had always been timid, had no choice but to admit defeat and float forward. He swept a glance at the ingredients on the ground. Unexpectedly, he found one with a different attribute. His eyes lit up instantly.
"I choose this!" He pointed to a white dandelion sandwiched between a handful of coriander.
Yi Qing casually took it out. Nobody knew what he was thinking, but the corner of his mouth twitched. He turned to look at Song Ren. "Are you … sure?" It was obvious that a certain radish had smuggled in.
"Thank you, Exalted Immortal." Song Ren nodded vigorously. It was better than garlic and chili. "Flowers have always been elegant. I think it will definitely help Exalted Immortal to create a good illusory body."
Yi Qing did not speak. He gave him an indecipherable look. Even Shen Ying, who was focused on eating her fruit, turned back to look at him in surprise.
What … what's the matter? Song Ren's heart turned cold for no reason. Was the dandelion bad?
"Then I'll take this!" Yi Qing had no intention of explaining at all. He directly conjured a seal and trapped Song Ren's soul into the dandelion. With a wave of his hand, an array appeared under his feet. The dandelion immediately turned into a white light and flew into the array. The white light became brighter and began to condense. In a short while, a youth who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old appeared in the array.
He was dressed in a green and white robe. Unsurprisingly, he looked seventy to eighty percent similar to the radish.
"I … I have a body!" Song Ren looked at his own body excitedly. He was indeed an immortal. He had turned back into a human.
"This is just an illusory body." Yi Qing explained, "Don't go too far away from us. Otherwise, once the Immortal Qi in the dandelion is used up, you will immediately return to your original state."
"I understand." Song Ren nodded and hurriedly cupped his hands in salute. "Thank you, Exalted Immortal!"
"Let's enter the city." He glanced at him again. His eyes stopped at the lower half of his body. Then he turned and habitually pulled Shen Ying into the city.
Song Ren immediately followed.
The city was very lively. There were people everywhere. Yi Qing originally thought that this would be similar to the immortal cities of cultivators. But the strange thing was that more than half of the city was filled with mortals without any cultivation. Normally, cultivators would not easily mix with mortals to avoid being contaminated by the vulgar atmosphere of the mortal world, which was not conducive to cultivation. But here, there seemed to be no such concept at all. It was especially … down-to-earth.
Yi Qing inquired about the location of the Mystic Gate. Then, he brought the two of them all the way into the city.
Along the way, many people beside him were carrying peach wood swords similar to Tang Han's, or swords that were strung together with copper coins. There was a faint flow of Spirit Qi on them, but it was extremely weak. It was not even a level one Dharma artifact. It seemed that they were also Mystic cultivators who wanted to join the Mystic Gate.
The few of them walked through the main street. From afar, they saw a palace floating in the city. But that palace was not very big. Perhaps because of the thin Spirit Qi, it was only floating four to five meters above the ground. But it looked quite magnificent. On the horizontal board of the palace, there were two big golden words — Mystic Gate.
There was a very big square in front of the palace. There were already hundreds of people gathered there. There was also a platform in the middle of the square, as if waiting for something.
Yi Qing looked around and took out Tang Han's recommendation letter. He was about to go forward and give it to the person who seemed to be in charge. But suddenly, he heard a deep voice coming from the platform.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoists, for coming here from afar to support my Mystic Gate in expelling deviant ghosts." A middle-aged man in a green robe came up the platform.
The square was suddenly silent. They all looked at the platform.
"The situation is urgent. Please forgive me for not being able to entertain you one by one."
"Sect Master Ying, what exactly happened?" As soon as he finished speaking, someone below asked anxiously, "Why did you suddenly send out the Mystic Iron Order and urgently gather all the Mystic cultivators here?" This was the first time since the establishment of the Mystic Gate.
"This concerns the catastrophe of the world. I have no choice." The sect master whose surname was Ying stepped forward and looked at the square with a heavy expression. "A few days ago, the sect received news that a large number of deviant ghosts appeared in the southwest. The Mystic Gate tried many times to stop them but to no avail. Now, the deviant ghosts have broken through Moonfall City and are coming here. They will reach Longxing City in less than three days! "
"…"
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