Misty Forest (6)
"Are you kidding me? The sewage from those dozens of disciples hasn't even dried yet. They didn't cry out in pain or seem to be suffering; their deaths were so inexplicable. Who would dare rush in and die now?"
What's puzzling is that Yue Qianchou was chatting and laughing inside, completely unharmed.
No one responded. Ren Yue Qianchou was inside, making sarcastic remarks. Anyone who dared to talk back was just asking for trouble. Ji Fenglu was a perfect example; he was currently gritting his teeth in anger, yet utterly helpless.
Yue Qianchou cursed for a long time, until his mouth was dry, but no one paid him any attention. So he gave up cursing and began to focus on exploring the mysterious Misty Forest ...
Hearing the cursing inside stop, Ji Fenglu's expression changed. "Oh no! The Misty Forest is so vast, what if he escaped from somewhere else?"
"Run? Where can he run to?" Bai Meng said with a gloomy face, "Unless he hides and never shows his face again, he will never escape the pursuit of the entire Cultivation World for the rest of his life."
Everyone nodded in agreement, feeling that Yue Qianchou had benefited from the Misty Forest. In addition, they had been caught off guard by his mysterious Method Formula. If he were surrounded elsewhere and several experts attacked together, he would definitely suffer.
"Don't worry!" Yue Qianchou's voice came again. "I will not escape from anywhere else. I will break out from here tonight. You are all ready to die. I'm not going to waste time with you now. I'll go wander around and come back to settle accounts with you tonight."
His tone was exceptionally arrogant, treating all cultivators in the world as nothing. Ji Fenglu was so enraged he roared, his hands forming a fist, sucking up a huge pile of gravel from the ground, and hurling it towards the Misty Forest. A dense mass of gravel shot in with a whoosh...
Just as Yue Qianchou in mist, was about to turn around and look around, he heard a whooshing sound behind him, startling him as he assumed an attack had begun. Without a word, a thousand Black Fire flying sword flashed out instantly, shattering the incoming attack with a clang...
The fog here was thicker because he used a water-based technique to release more mist, in order to better control the area and avoid being ambushed without warning. Therefore, no matter how many stones were shot at, they were all shattered without fail.
Upon discovering that the stones on the ground were all rocks, he felt like he had been tricked and immediately cursed again, "Which shameless old bastard is throwing stones at people? Does he have no morals at all?"
Ji Fenglu was furious again, but Bai Meng placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the gravel scattered across the field. The reason everyone dared not venture into the mist was because they did not understand the power of the Seven-Colored Mist, fearing that their magical Law Artifact and Law Treasure would be rendered useless if they came into contact with the poison. Little did they expect that the gravel scattered across the field could be put to use.
Bai Meng waved to everyone, pointed to the gravel scattered across the field, then tapped the Ji Fenglu, signaling everyone to do what he had just done. The crowd's faces lit up with joy. Without a word, they gathered up large amounts of gravel from the ground and hurled it towards the direction of Yue Qianchou's loud curses.
In an instant, a deluge of gravel shot into the mist with a whooshing sound...
As the rain of gravel rushed into the mist, Yue Qianchou immediately guessed what it was. So many? He was a little dumbfounded. He exclaimed "Damn!" and quickly jumped into a nearby ditch. Above his head, dense swarms of locusts flew by, the sheer number of them truly frightening.
Don't underestimate these stones. Among them are many experts at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. A single stone can easily shatter a wall, and killing an ordinary mortal is as easy as cutting vegetables. Even if a cultivator is hit, he won't be unharmed.
After the noise subsided, he jumped out, only to be met with an overwhelming surge of sound again, so he jumped back in. Once the noise stopped again, he jumped out, mounted his flying sword, and vanished, shouting as he turned back, "A bunch of shameless bastards! You'll all get what's coming to you!"
They shoveled up gravel again and did it once more, even though they knew it wouldn't really do anything to him, but it was a way to vent their anger. Even Xin Lao San, who was standing to the side, couldn't resist joining in the fun; that kid was just too arrogant... He chuckled to himself.
As the furious voice faded into the distance, the thousands of people burst into laughter, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. However, upon seeing the corpses strewn across the field, their laughter vanished instantly.
The dismembered bodies were so mangled that it was impossible to tell whose they were, and there was no way to retrieve them. The leader quickly gathered his men and ordered the disciples to dig several deep pits on the spot. The surrounding corpses were swept into these pits and then buried. This was a last resort; they were fellow disciples, after all, and they couldn't let their bodies lie exposed in the wilderness! As for the Storage Bag they found, they tried to identify which sect they belonged to; if they couldn't, then whoever picked them up kept them...
After flying far away on his sword, Yue Qianchou stopped in front of a dense forest, hesitating whether to go in.
It's always been called the Misty Forest, but I didn't see a single tree on the outskirts until I got here. And there's that Seven-Colored Mist. This desolate, boundless Gobi Desert, with its constant winds, is shrouded in mist, which makes me feel a little uneasy.
He had already experienced the power of this Seven-Colored Mist firsthand. When he first entered, he was confident that he had taken the "Ruyi Pill" and was immune to any poison. But after a while, he immediately sensed something was wrong. Although there was no pain or itching, he felt his consciousness gradually fading, his whole body going numb, and he couldn't even move his fingers. Subconsciously, he cried out in alarm, realizing he had been far too careless; he was going to be finished here...
Unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, a warmth spread through her abdomen, and a surge of heat flowed throughout her body. Her consciousness gradually cleared, and she slowly regained the ability to move. However, she felt as if something inside her was being drawn away, like silk threads being unraveled, extracting something from various parts of her body and trickling it towards her Dantian.
Upon internal inspection, it was discovered that the Nascent Soul within the Dantian was radiating a brilliant golden light, reminiscent of the Great Sun Buddha, exuding solemnity and majesty. Strands of seven-colored silk threads flowed into the Dantian, only to be inhaled into the nasal cavity by the Nascent Soul ...
Yue Qianchou suddenly realized that it was the golden bead that had sunk into the Nascent Soul's body that had exerted its miraculous effect. The seven-colored threads were undoubtedly the Seven-Colored Mist that had invaded the body; even the Ruyi Pill couldn't neutralize the deadly poison, yet the Nascent Soul had absorbed it.
Thinking about it, I really have to thank this golden bead. It always helps me escape danger at crucial moments; it's truly magical. I don't know exactly what it is, but without a doubt, it's a wonderful treasure.
Looking around, all was quiet. A swirling, Seven-Colored Mist drifted slowly, and behind such vibrant colors lay an eerie, inexplicable strangeness. Perhaps it was related to the deathly stillness of the surroundings.
I slowly walked over and stopped beside a large tree. The tree was entirely black, with all its branches intact. It was Ye Zi, a single trunk, seemingly long dead. Looking around at the surrounding trees, including those in the dense forest, I saw they were all black as well. The ground was almost entirely barren, also pitch black, except for some fuzzy, grass-like things under each tree.
I remembered that Xin Lao San once said that his master had come here to collect poisonous herbs, but he hadn't seen any other herbs. Could this be the thing?
He considered collecting some to study, to see if it could poison a person or two, perhaps it would be useful later. But then he gave up, realizing he didn't understand these things. He'd wait until he had the chance to ask Xin Lao San's master and figure it out, then he could come anytime he wanted. For now, he'd try to avoid touching anything here.
Should we go in and take a look? Yue Qianchou hesitated for a moment. If it weren't for the golden pearl, he would have been poisoned to death up ahead. If he encountered something powerful again, he really didn't know if he could handle it.
Looking inward again into his Dantian, he saw that his Nascent Soul was still absorbing the seven-colored threads. He wondered how long it would take to absorb them all. He was only absorbing without expelling them. Wouldn't he be overwhelmed and die?
"Woo... woo..." A sound, seemingly from nowhere, echoed from the depths of the forest, reverberating through the empty, dark woods. The silence was broken only by this sound, which sent chills down one's spine.
Yue Qianchou cautiously looked around, his ears practically perked up, trying to pinpoint the direction the sound was coming from. However, it was difficult to discern; he could only deduce that it came from deep within the dense forest, perhaps very, very far away... and then the sound suddenly vanished.
"Damn it! If it doesn't kill me, I'm not going to be scared by a lousy forest. If something's wrong, I'll just run! What's there to be afraid of!" Yue Qianchou coughed twice, the sound echoing through the woods. He flicked a Black Fire flying sword from his sleeve and jumped onto it. Then, gesturing around, he loudly recited. "Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet, who holds the colorful ribbon dancing in the sky? After the rain, the setting sun shines obliquely, the mountains and passes are shrouded in mist..."
After reciting the poem, I suddenly felt much bolder. I thought to myself, in this kind of situation, only the poems of great men who have defeated all demons and monsters can embolden me; forget about that bullshit "Amen" and the "sign of the cross."
Immediately, black flames surged from his body to protect him, followed by dozens of Black Fire flying sword and Azure Fire flying sword dancing in his wake. Feeling that everything was in order, he then flew at a steady speed on his swords towards the depths of the dense forest...
The Seven-Colored Mist ahead grew thicker and thicker, obscuring visibility to the point where it was almost impossible to see anything in front of him. Yue Qianchou slowed down, letting several Azure Fire flying sword guide the way. He sensed the terrain rising higher and higher, while the dark trees were becoming fewer and fewer, as if he were climbing towards a mountaintop.
Damn it! What on earth is in there? Yue Qianchou didn't know how long he had been flying, and was cursing under his breath when suddenly the view opened up before him, and he emerged from the Seven-Colored Mist...
Yue Qianchou's gaze swept around in surprise. He found himself on the summit of a basin-shaped mountain. The entire mountain resembled a giant basin, surrounded by a vast expanse of Seven-Colored Mist. Inside the basin, however, everything was crystal clear.
Below was a huge depression, and this depression was no ordinary place; it was entirely covered in a gleaming gold, whether brass or gold, it was unclear. In the center of the smooth, yellow metallic floor stood a wide platform, tens of meters high, also golden. It looked like an altar...
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