Zhang Yan took out the Ganoderma Fruit from his sleeve. As soon as he took out this plump white fruit, the bud split into four sides, and a white horse the size of a baby's palm jumped out. It opened its curious and lively eyes and looked around.
This Ganoderma Horse was born from the Ganoderma that was nourished by the Earth Qi. It had been thousands of years since it took form. Its skin was snow-white and tender, and there were clouds and mist swirling around its four legs. It seemed to be very happy with the Yin Qi here. It let out a bird-like chirp and ran around Zhang Yan excitedly before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Yan's expression was calm. He wasn't afraid that the Ganoderma Horse would get lost. With the Ganoderma bud in hand, this Ganoderma Horse could only return obediently no matter where it went.
As expected, not long after, the Ganoderma Horse turned around again and rubbed itself against Zhang Yan's feet intimately.
Mu Hongchen said in surprise, "I didn't expect this Ganoderma Horse to be so tamed, Fellow Daoist Zhang."
Ganoderma Horses were different from ordinary Spiritual Beings. Apart from absorbing all kinds of Yin Qi to survive, its owner also needed to feed it with blood essence every month. After a long time, it would never leave its side, and it could be controlled at will.
The reason why Mu Hongchen agreed to a two-month period with Zhang Yan was because she thought that Zhang Yan would need at least two months to barely tame this Ganoderma Horse.
In her imagination, the time was very short, but she didn't expect this Ganoderma Horse to be so obedient.
Zhang Yan smiled softly and said, "I was just lucky."
Only he knew that the reason why this Ganoderma Horse was so obedient was because it ate a shell pearl every day.
This shell pearl was formed from the essence of spirit shells, and it was the most nourishing Spiritual Beings like the Ganoderma Horse. Now that it was addicted to eating it, it couldn't leave it even for a day. How could it not be obedient to Zhang Yan?
One had to know. Even the Five-Colored Spirit Lizard that cleaned the cave abodes on the Spirit Page Island only lived on insects, and it only ate spirit beads once every few months. Only cultivators like Zhang Yan, who could easily take out tens of thousands of spirit beads, could afford to use such a method of cultivation.
Zhang Yan reached out a finger and stroked the little nose of the Zhi Horse. With a thought, the Psychic Ganoderma Horse immediately understood what he meant. It neighed twice, and its four hooves stepped on a trail of white smoke, heading towards the depths of the fifth layer.
He smiled at Mu Hongchen and said, "Fellow Daoist, I've already ordered the Ganoderma Horse to search for the demonic treasure. We'll just wait here."
He and the Ganoderma Horse were connected by heart and blood, so as soon as he discovered something, he would be able to rush over immediately.
When they reached the fifth layer of nether energy, they were already extremely close to the Netherworld River below. The weaker Mystic Light Realm cultivators wouldn't be able to hold on for long. If it wasn't for the Heart-Protecting Lamp, apart from Zhang Yan and Mu Hongchen, the other two female disciples of the Agarwood Cult probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
The sixth layer, Grievance Evoking, was even more powerful. Just a little bit of it would be able to corrode one's flesh and bones, and damage one's internal organs. It was as if a Mystic Light Realm cultivator had a protective artifact. If they didn't stay for long, they could still go.
When they reached the seventh layer, Grievance Evoking, it wasn't a place that a Mystic Light Realm cultivator could enter.
Mu Hongchen's expression under the veil was also a bit nervous. The demonic treasure was wandering with the nine energies of the Netherworld River. Although she had determined that it would spend most of its time wandering around the fifth or sixth layer, if it entered the seventh layer, then there would be nothing she could do. She could only wait until the demonic treasure returned to the sixth layer.
The four of them waited patiently on the fifth layer, but they didn't expect that the Ganoderma Horse would be gone for an entire day.
Qi Yelan was the first one who couldn't take it anymore. However, this place was completely silent, and they couldn't even see the sun or the moon. Furthermore, he couldn't even go outside the light of the Heart Protection Lamp, so he couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, that Ganoderma Horse of yours wouldn't have run away, would it?"
Zhang Yan smiled and was about to answer, but his expression suddenly changed, and he said, "I found it."
Mu Hongchen became spirited and couldn't help but ask, "Where is it?"
Zhang Yan used his mental energy to check. After communicating with the Ganoderma Horse, he said, "The demonic treasure is currently on the sixth layer. According to the direction it is wandering in, we will have to wait for it to reach the fifth layer. We will probably have to wait for another two days, but if we rush over now, it will take about a day and a half. It'll take about a day and a half. I'll leave the decision to you, Fellow Daoist Red Dust. "
Mu Hongchen calculated for a while. Logically speaking, waiting for the demonic treasure to drift to the fifth layer was the safest, but who could guarantee that it would be like that?
She had been in the Nine Qis of the Styx many times, and she knew that there was not only the Darkening Nether Qi, but also the Earth Fiend Yin Wind.
When the Yin Wind blew, it would carry a trace of the water of the Styx River. Even her master, the former sect master of the Agarwood Sect, had underestimated the Yin Wind and had his Golden Core contaminated by the water of the Styx River. This caused his body, which was already at the end of its life, to lose the last of his lifespan. Not long after he returned, he passed away in a seated posture in the hall.
Mu Hongchen knew very well that if she couldn't get hold of something that was close to her, it would never belong to her. Therefore, she said decisively, "My Heart Protection Lamp only has two days' worth of lamp oil left. Daoist Zhang, Junior Sisters, if we are quick, we can rush over in time and retrieve the demonic treasure. We can still make it back in time."
Hearing this, Qi Yelan's face couldn't help but turn pale. Once they reached the sixth layer, her life would completely depend on the Heart Protection Lamp. If she encountered any accidents, she wouldn't even have the chance to escape. She forced a smile and said, "Eldest Senior Sister, my cultivation is not good enough. Why don't you let me stay here and help you?"
Mu Hongchen seemed to have seen through her fear, but she didn't blame her. She sighed softly and said, "Junior Sister Qi, I've been here more than twenty times, and there were seven times that I came here. Every time, I was defeated by a powerful demon. This demon is extremely powerful, and its cultivation is almost at the Mystic Light Realm. We can only be safe if we are together. You are left here alone. If you encounter this demon, how are you going to deal with it?"
Qi Yelan hesitated for a while, but she finally nodded. Mu Hongchen grabbed her hand and patted it, signaling her to be at ease.
In comparison, Hu Jue's thoughts were simple, and she didn't think so much. She only listened as if she understood, and in her heart, she felt that it was right to follow Eldest Senior Sister.
Zhang Yan naturally didn't mind. Not to mention that he had magic treasures to protect himself, the dense and long Blue Cloud Mystic Light on his body was enough for him to spend a few months here. However, he was also curious in his heart. If he only relied on the mystic light to protect himself, which layer of the Nine Qis could he go down to?
But just as he was about to move, the sword ball in between his eyebrows twitched slightly. This was a warning sign. His eyes flashed, and he said, "Be careful, Fellow Daoists."
Mu Hongchen and the other two hurriedly stood back to back and got into a defensive posture. But after waiting for a while, they didn't see any movement. Qi Yelan frowned slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang …"
Just as she opened her mouth, a cold spear silently extended from the top, piercing towards her head. However, at the moment when it touched her, it seemed to have hit a barrier. A ball of red light bloomed on the tip of the spear, and it actually blocked the spear by a hair's breadth.
Mu Hongchen only felt the veil on her face shake, and she couldn't help but be shocked. She shouted, "It's above, Junior Sisters, be careful."
At this moment, she was also afraid. Fortunately, her mask was the Agarwood Sect's treasure, the Red Clouds Agarwood Shield, which protected all three of them. Otherwise, the spear just now might have killed Qi Yelan, who was distracted.
The spear retracted backwards, and the surrounding black gas seemed to be stirred by a big hand. Slowly, a twenty feet tall demon wearing a helmet and armor walked out of it. His face was blurred, but his exposed fingers were like old tree roots, and when he stepped forward, the armor on his body collided repeatedly, making the sound of metal clashing.
Hu Jue let out a shout and formed a seal with her hand. More than a dozen silver rings flew out from her arm and hit the devil like a torrential rain. When they collided with the armor, there was a clanging sound. Although the devil was forced back step by step, it didn't suffer much damage. In the end, a muffled roar came from inside the helmet, and the spear in its hand swung out like a wheel of spear shadows, actually picking up the silver rings that were flying at it one by one.
Hu Jue hurriedly waved her hand and took back the silver rings. She clearly heard a trace of an imperceptible cracking sound. When she took a closer look, there were indeed at least five silver rings that had cracks on them. The originally overflowing Spiritual Qi was now dim and dull. Although she could refine and repair them when she took them back, she couldn't help but feel her eyes redden.
Mu Hongchen's eyes were solemn, and she said in a low voice, "Be careful, this demon has a Divine Weapon in his hand."
Qi Yelan was almost killed just now. She was shocked and angry. She took out a handful of colorful petals and scattered them at the devil.
These petals were not magic treasures, but magic weapons that she usually refined with spirit water. This was a secret skill of the Agarwood Sect, and if she really mastered it, its power would be considerable. But for the sake of looking good, she picked and chose seven colors. Although it was dazzling, its power was more than 30% weaker than the original.
Seeing the petals coming over, the demon laughed strangely and blew out a breath of air. The petals withered in the air and scattered into ashes. Then he took a big step and actually crossed a few feet in an instant, arriving in front of Qi Yelan. As if he had locked on to her, he raised the tip of his spear and stabbed it towards her chest.
However, halfway through the spear, the demon seemed to have sensed something. With a roar, he turned the spear around as if to block something, but before he could raise it, a sword ray flashed past his neck.
The body of the demon stiffened, and then he fell with a loud bang. The spear in his hand fell out of his hand, and wisps of smoke scattered from his armor. Not long after, it became an empty shell of armor.
At the same time, under the seventh level of the dark and gloomy aura, a strange ferry was drifting aimlessly. Inside the ferry sat a middle-aged Daoist who looked to be in his forties, with thick lips and shoulder-length earlobes.
His eyes were originally closed, and there was no breath at all, as if he was dead. But at the moment when the demon was killed, he suddenly opened his eyes and took out a bronze mirror. After looking at it for a while, he put it down and slowly stroked his beard. He smiled and said, "After waiting for a long time, another fish has taken the bait. Good, the three women are not difficult to deal with, but that young Daoist is actually a Sword Cultivator. Could it be Brother Shaoqing? Why don't I try again?"
He reached into his sleeve and took out a row of tokens. The tokens were divided into three colors, gold, silver, and bronze, and each color had seven tokens. He took a look and chanted a spell. In an instant, three silver tokens flew through the air.
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