Chapter 3377
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The next day, Xiaobao's fever was completely gone, but he didn't wake up.
Mu Yan landed her flying sword in a town and bought some materials for alchemy.
She hadn't entered the King of Medicine's Inheritance Space since she came to the floating island.
At first, she couldn't even open the Inheritance Space because of the collapse of the space barrier.
Later, she was busy building Liberty City and refining her natal sword, so she didn't have time for alchemy.
But now Xiaobao was suffering from the pain of blood empathy, his body was weak, and he might need to break through later.
She had to prepare a suitable elixir for Xiaobao.
This time, she couldn't refine the elixir with Spiritual Power, but with Immortal Power.
She had to ask her Ninth Master.
…
This was a small town next to the Red Stone River.
Although it was only a small town, because it was between the Red Stone River and Manke City, there was an endless stream of cultivators.
Even Mu Yan didn't expect that more than half of the elixirs she was looking for were gathered here.
"I remember that the Soul Cultivation Pool in Manke City is about to open again. Have you found a companion who can go in with you? "
"Alas, do you think it's so easy to find someone who shares the same mind?"
Mu Yan, who was about to leave, paused.
Soul Cultivation Pool?
If she remembered correctly, when Fourth Sister's mother Leng Ruolin's soul was missing, her father Leng Yaoshan and Leng Zhixuan said that they would take her to the Soul Cultivation Pool on the floating island to repair her soul.
If Fourth Sister came to the floating island, she should go to the Soul Cultivation Pool, right?
Mu Yan hesitated whether she should go to the Soul Cultivation Pool first.
Just then, she saw a paper crane flying fast and stopping in front of Mu Yan.
Mu Yan opened it, and her expression changed slightly.
Second Brother? How could it be?!
She didn't stay any longer and called Ruan Yanan to step on the flying sword and rush away.
About an hour later, a girl dressed in red and dressed like a young man walked into the same shop as Mu Yan.
This shop was the largest and busiest in the whole town.
It not only sold elixirs, magic treasures, and various materials, but also people exchanged information and issued employment tasks.
"Shopkeeper, is the Soul Cultivation Pool nearby?"
The woman in red knocked on the counter, put a top-grade crystal on the table, and asked in a clear voice.
The shopkeeper put away the crystal with a smile and said, "Miss, go all the way east from this town. When you enter a canyon full of colorful immortal willows, you will see the entrance to the Soul Cultivation Pool."
"Thank you!"
Seeing the red-clothed woman about to leave, the shopkeeper couldn't help but say, "Miss, please wait a moment."
"Ahem … Miss, are you planning to go to the Soul Nurturing Pool alone?"
The woman in red blinked. "Yes, is there a problem?"
"This … Miss, you don't live nearby, do you? No one can enter the Soul Nurturing Pool alone. "
The woman in red was taken aback. "Then how do I get in?"
"Rumor has it that the Soul Nurturing Pool was personally built by the first Sect Leader and Sect Leader's wife. They even merged their souls into the pool after their deaths. It could be said that the Hongyan Sect and the Soul Nurturing Pool symbolized the love between the Sect Leader and his wife. Thus, the Soul Nurturing Pond has always had a rule. Only a man and a woman whose heart and mind are one with each other are qualified to pass through the spirit formation. "
"I can't pretend, I can't hold a grudge, I can't feign civility, and I can't do it alone."
"So if you go alone, you definitely won't be able to enter the Soul Cultivation Pool."
= = =
"Damn, I really can't go in alone!"
Being bounced out of the Soul Nurturing Pool, Leng Yumo was so angry that she wanted to smash the array formation.
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