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The darkness of the night was as thick as ink, enveloping the entire space. In the darkness, a vast mountain was faintly discernible, towering into the clouds.
Looking from outside the window, it looked like an unknown prehistoric giant beast, silently towering between the heavens and the earth. Under the illumination of the faint lightning, it revealed a trace of malevolence.
At the foot of the mountain, there were dozens of small courtyards with blue tiles in picturesque disorder. Bits of weak light seeped out from these courtyards, but were quickly swallowed up by the thick darkness of the night.
"Whoosh!"
Accompanied by an ear-piercing sound, a twig of lightning streaked across the depths of the sky, bringing with it a dazzling flash of light that disappeared in a flash.
In the next moment, a shocking thunderclap came crashing down, like the angry roar of the heavens, shaking people's ears to the point of numbness.
"Pa!"
In a small house, a little girl about ten years old was frightened by the thunderclap. Her hand loosened, and the celadon teacup in her hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. The little girl was so frightened that she trembled, and rushed to the bedside with lingering fear. Her beautiful big eyes were suddenly filled with tears.
"Big Brother Chu Chen, when will you wake up …."
At this moment, a fourteen or fifteen year old youth was lying on the bed. The youth's face was delicate, and although he was in a deep sleep, there was a trace of youthfulness on his face that flashed with a trace of pain from time to time. His skin was an abnormal shade of red, which would make anyone who looked at him feel apprehensive.
The little girl gently touched the youth's face with her hand, and immediately withdrew it as if she had been electrocuted. The youth's body was frighteningly hot, but the sweat that flowed out was bone-chilling, incomparably strange.
"Big Brother Chu Chen, nothing must happen to you …."
Looking at the pain on the youth's face, the little girl's heart ached and she was sad. After crying for a while, the girl wiped her tears and sat cross-legged on the bed. Her hands were stretched out in front of her, and she closed her eyes in concentration. On her beautiful porcelain doll-like face, there was a trace of strength that was rarely seen.
In the next moment, a hazy clear light emerged from the girl's palms, and strands rushed toward the youth on the bed.
That hazy clear light seemed to have a life of its own. The strands were like agile little snakes, drilling into the young man's mouth and nose on their own and entering his body.
As the clear light entered his body, the pained expression on the young man's face eased a little. His tightly knitted brows also relaxed slightly.
The clear light gradually became denser. A thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on the girl's smooth forehead.
Her hands quickly formed a few hand seals in front of her. The clear light became more and more intense, as if it was about to solidify. In the young girl's palm, there were even six bright and warm balls of light that were like water droplets, emitting a rich and refreshing aura.
If this scene was seen by bystanders, it would definitely cause waves of exclamations. This young girl appeared to be very young, no more than ten years old, but her spiritual energy cultivation had actually reached the second major realm of cultivation, the sixth level of the Spirit Water Realm of the Profound Spirit Transforms to Water!
In other words, this young girl with a child-like face was already able to truly transform the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth into her own use. Moreover, the amount of "Spiritual Water" she could condense had already reached six drops. In any sect, this was already enough to become an Inner Sect Disciple!
A ten-year-old inner court disciple, no matter where it was, was worthy of being crowned with the title of "genius"!
The young girl didn't know how shocking her actions were. Under the full power of the Spiritual Water in her body, a vast expanse of white Spiritual Qi washed into the young man's body like a waterfall, greatly alleviating the young man's pained expression. Spiritual Qi was the foundation of life. No matter how serious the injury was, as long as there was a sufficient supply of Spiritual Qi, it would be an endless source of life.
However, this full power of the Spiritual Water consumed a lot of Spiritual Qi. After a short period of time, the young girl's body was already drenched in sweat.
Spiritual Qi was the foundation of a cultivator. Every bit of Spiritual Qi was extremely precious. If it was not a close relative, very few cultivators would be willing to use such a large amount of Spiritual Qi to heal others. This was an extremely extravagant "waste".
Finally, after a period of time, the young girl also reached her limit. The six sparkling and translucent Spiritual Water dimmed and once again entered her body. The young girl's face was dispirited as she wiped her sweat.
"What a pity. If Big Brother Chu Chen had condensed the Spiritual Water, then the Spiritual Water wouldn't have dissipated. This way, my spiritual energy won't dissipate in vain and can help him recover sooner. "
Thinking this, the young girl felt her vision turn black. She could no longer endure the exhaustion and softly fell onto the young man's chest.
Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of thunder, the dark clouds that covered the entire sky no longer hesitated. Amidst the flashes of lightning and the rumbling of thunder, a torrential downpour came crashing down. Instantly, the entire world was filled with water vapor that rose into the air.
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Chu Chen felt like he was in a dream. In his dream, everything was dark and he could not see any light.
His last memory was that he fell from the Burial Dragon Tomb while picking herbs. If it wasn't for the damned "Practice Medicine", he wouldn't have fallen to this state, right?
The "Biquan Xianzong" that Chu Chen was in had a rule. Generally speaking, outer disciples had to purchase three pounds and three ounces of rank one Spiritual Medicine every month. Only then would they be able to receive part of the "Spirit Drawing Technique" and the cultivation pills that month. These Spiritual Medicines were also known as "Practice Medicine".
No matter who it was, if they did not hand in enough Practice Medicine for three months in a row, they would be expelled from the sect!
The sect was not purely a charity organization. Any sect would have extremely strict requirements for their disciples.
Disciples that had a good foundation, aptitude, perception, and talent would be treated as treasures and accepted as inner disciples. Not only would they be provided with top-notch techniques and pills, but they would also be nurtured with great effort in other aspects.
Most of the disciples that did not have good aptitude could only become outer disciples. Although they still had the title of disciple, they were essentially no different from servants. If they wanted to stay in the sect, they had to make corresponding contributions to the sect. The monthly "Practice Medicine" was a part of this.
The unlucky Chu Chen had not handed in enough medicine for the past two months. Last month, if it were not for the great help of his little junior sister, who secretly gave him a portion of the "elixirs" she picked, he would have been expelled from the sect by the impartial outer sect elder.
Spiritual Medicines were herbs that naturally contained Spiritual Qi.
Most of the spiritual herbs were no different from ordinary weeds in appearance, but they contained weak spiritual energy fluctuations.
As long as an outer sect disciple cultivated the "Spirit Drawing Technique" to a small degree, after their body was washed by Spiritual Qi, it would not be difficult for them to carefully sense the Spiritual Qi fluctuations of the Spiritual Medicine.
Therefore, the "Practice Medicine" rule was actually a method used by the sect to select outer sect disciples. If one had good talent, it would be effortless for them to sense the Spiritual Qi fluctuations, and their cultivation would be twice the result with half the effort. If one did not have good talent, or if one's aptitude was dull, they would not be able to sense the Spiritual Qi fluctuations of the Spiritual Medicine. No matter how much they were trained, their achievements would be limited.
Chu Chen was one of those disciples with poor aptitude. Ever since he entered Biquan Xianzong's outer sect to cultivate three years ago, no matter how hard he tried to cultivate the "Spirit Drawing Technique", he was unable to clearly sense the existence of Spiritual Qi. As a result, his cultivation did not increase in the slightest in the past three years.
Most of the other disciples had already left the first stage, the Spiritual Qi Realm. Most of the disciples with better talent had even entered the second stage, the Spiritual Water Realm. However, Chu Chen remained at the second stage of the Spiritual Qi Realm.
No matter how hard he cultivated, as long as he entered a meditative state and activated the "Spirit Drawing Technique", he would feel that the surrounding void was like a tsunami. Countless chaotic airflows would surge toward him. He was like a small boat in the middle of a tsunami that could capsize at any time. He was simply unable to cultivate.
Although Chu Chen had suspected countless times that he might not be suitable for cultivation, he never gave up and continued to cultivate resolutely. He worked harder and risked his life more than anyone else.
Even though he was only at the second stage of the Spiritual Qi Realm in the eyes of others, the effort he put in was a hundred times or even a thousand times more than others.
Because he was unable to use his Spiritual Qi to search for Spiritual Herbs, he had to spend a lot of time every day desperately searching for Spiritual Herbs. Sleeping in the wild was also a common occurrence.
If it weren't for his hard work, he would have lost the qualifications to stay here long ago. He could barely gather three catties and three ounces of Spiritual Medicine every month.
As the Spiritual Herbs in the mountains around the sect were gradually harvested, or some of the Feng Shui treasured lands with high production of Spiritual Herbs were monopolized by high level outer sect disciples. Chu Chen's days became more and more difficult. Every time he gathered Spiritual Herbs, he could only run farther and farther away. The more he gathered, the less Spiritual Herbs there were.
This time, because he continuously failed to hand in enough Spiritual Medicine, Chu Chen had no choice but to take the risk and enter the inaccessible Dragon Burial Tomb to gather Spiritual Herbs.
Dragon Burial Tomb was a large area of tombs. Biquan Xianzong's disciples were absolutely not allowed to enter because Dragon Burial Tomb was close to the land of death, Black Mist Valley.
Black Mist Valley, as its name suggested, was a valley at the edge of Dragon Burial Tomb. No one knew the size of this valley.
Because this was a place that often emitted terrifying sounds and was filled with black mist, no matter how powerful an expert was, if they entered without permission, they would immediately wither or explode to death.
It was said that the founding ancestor of the Blue Sky Immortal Sect decided to explore Black Mist Valley because his strength had increased to an unparalleled level. In the end, he exploded and died after entering the valley for less than three hundred meters. Since then, the entire sect remembered the teachings of their ancestors and left this place.
If an ordinary disciple accidentally touched the black mist outside the valley, they would quickly die.
After Chu Chen entered Dragon Burial Tomb, he unexpectedly saw a withered tree at the top of a tall tomb at the edge of the valley. Beside the withered tree were a few stalks of dark green Spiritual Herbs.
In his excitement, Chu Chen used all his strength to climb the tall tomb. In the end, when he was about to reach the top, he lost his strength and slipped, falling straight down.
What was even more unfortunate was that when he was falling, he was also touched by the sporadic black fog that drifted out of the valley and fell into a state of blurred consciousness.
If Junior Sister hadn't insisted on finding him and leading a search and rescue team into Dragon Burial Tomb, his corpse probably wouldn't have returned to the sect.
When he had just returned to the sect, he still had some consciousness. Now, he had completely fallen into darkness. It seemed that he couldn't escape death.
Chu Chen, who had been in the darkness all this time, suddenly saw a strange light. He struggled and flew towards the light.
This …
The strong light caused Chu Chen's eyes to shrink slightly. After gradually becoming clear, his gaze swept across a certain place. His heart trembled!
This was outside Black Mist Valley!
Chu Chen was all too familiar with this place. This was the place where he had "lost his footing while picking herbs".
Chu Chen discovered that his soul seemed to be suspended in the air above Black Mist Valley!
Could it be that after he died, the first place he saw after his "death" was actually here!?
Chu Chen was slightly startled. He swept his gaze downwards and indeed saw a bare tomb. At the top of the tomb was a withered old tree. Above the old tree was an eagle's nest. At the bottom of the old tree was a clump of lush green spiritual herbs that gently danced in the breeze. The spiritual energy was so dense that it could be seen with the naked eye.
Back then, it was because of this patch of spiritual herbs that he had "fallen to his death"!
This place was constantly emitting black mist. No living creatures dared to approach it because they would die if they came into contact with it. How could there be an eagle's nest here?
Chu Chen shook his head and subconsciously raised his head. His gaze passed through the majestic Dragon Burial Tomb. Looking at the hazy black fog that seemed to contain endless secrets, Ye Futian thought to himself.
Chu Chen's heart surged with an uncontrollable curiosity and impulse.
Just what was in this forbidden area? How could it cause the sect's ancestor, whose cultivation had reached the heavens, to lose his life?? Since he was already dead, he might as well explore this place that he absolutely could not approach when he was alive!
With this thought, Chu Chen's thoughts moved slightly. He felt as if his consciousness had turned into a big bird.
He flew towards the hazy black mist with a whistling sound.
Just as he flew into the sky above Black Mist Valley, he saw a few pale white bones scattered on the ground below. Under the faint sunlight, they emitted a frightening white light.
These should be the people who trespassed into Black Mist Valley and died. The ring that flashed with a blue light next to the bones was the sect's ancestor's storage ring, the "Fortune Azure Emperor Ring". How could he have died in such an outer area?
Why did the sect's ancestor and others still barge into Black Mist Valley when it was so dangerous?
Eh, there were many places in Black Mist Valley where spiritual herbs grew. What a strange place!
Chu Chen was shocked and began to fly upwards. When he broke through the thick black mist like clouds, he saw a huge mountain range.
An incomparably magnificent ancient mountain that was completely black and towered into the clouds stood in the boundless black mist. There was such a magnificent ancient mountain hidden in Black Mist Valley!
The mountain was full of corpses, stacked on top of each other. Most of the corpses had been torn apart, and their deaths were extremely tragic. It was as if an ancient war had taken place here.
Wasn't this … a Kirin? A huge Blood Kirin's head was mixed in the pile of corpses, and it was particularly eye-catching. There were Ancient Mythical Beasts killed on this battlefield?
Chu Chen soon realized that he was shocked too early. The higher he flew, the more corpses of Ancient Mythical Beasts and Immemorial Demons he saw.
Soon, he became numb. However, when he flew halfway up the mountain, he saw a familiar face among the corpses. It was a huge Tai Chi remnant diagram that had merged with the entire earth. The black and white colors were extremely obvious.
The edges of the diagram were filled with corpses that wanted to rush in. It seemed that no one could take half a step past the diagram. In the center of the diagram was a hale and hearty old man with the demeanor of an immortal. This … this was clearly the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord that everyone worshipped!
How could he have died here?
The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord had been nailed to his own supreme Tai Chi diagram by a golden arrow through his heart. Next to him was a broken horsetail whisk that was as white as snow.
The supreme Tai Chi diagram, the Heaven World Horsetail Whisk, these were all treasures that could pierce through heaven and earth!
The corpses of the legendary immortals and their magic treasures and weapons were scattered all over the place. Some of them had lost their luster, while others were still overflowing with spiritual light.
Chu Chen vaguely understood why so many experts wanted to break into Black Mist Valley. There were so many treasures. Even if they were incomplete, as long as one could pick up one of them, it would be enough to become a tyrant.
In fact, for him, as long as he could pick up the Fortune Azure Emperor Ring left behind by the founding ancestor at the entrance of the valley, he would be satisfied.
When Chu Chen flew to the top of the huge mountain, he vaguely saw a corpse sitting in the darkness. It had been dead for tens of thousands of years, but the corpse still exuded an aura that suppressed the heavens and the earth and controlled the entire space.
A bolt of lightning suddenly lit up the entire world. He was shocked to see that the Daoist who had become an immortal and had only half a body left was the legendary Hongjun Daoist, Hongjun Ancestor!
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