Seven-Colored Mandala!

Still unsure if there will be any unusual events in the latter half of the night.

Watching Jia Le and Qingqing quickly finish setting up the tent.

Lin Fan intended to leave.

As soon as he took a step, he was called back by a voice from behind.

Master Yixiu, as if lost in thought, beckoned Lin Fan and said, "Young benefactor Lin Fan, I'd like to ask, what did you and Daoist Priest Four-Eyes say that demonic flower looked like?"

"What, Master, have you remembered something?"

Lin Fan replied.

"Old monk, you wouldn't say when I asked earlier, now you want to play coy?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes teased with a look of disdain.

"Daoist Priest, you misunderstand. This old monk was afraid of making a premature judgment and confusing your thoughts. Since there's nothing else, I'll discuss it with young benefactor Lin Fan to confirm."

Master Yixiu replied with his usual calm demeanor.

Lin Fan spoke upon hearing this, "Master Yixiu, the flower's leaves are broadly ovate, with irregular wavy edges, and the calyx is tubular. Think carefully if you've seen it."

As his words fell, Master Yixiu was seen stroking the prayer beads on his wrist.

His brow furrowed, and as if recalling something, he replied, "Old monk, isn't it more than just tubular? Isn't it also triangular with clefts?"

"Bald donkey, I didn't expect you actually knew. My goodness, you knew, but you wouldn't say earlier."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was indignant, looking like he wanted to fight.

Master Yixiu, seeing this, was even more delighted.

The corners of his mouth couldn't stop curling upwards.

This stinky Taoist, finally something I can use to get under your skin.

There are things even you, Four-Eyes, don't recognize.

This time, I win.

"Master, stop laughing, tell me already."

Lin Fan urged.

These two old guys really fought from morning till night.

They wouldn't be happy unless they were bruised and bleeding.

Cough, cough.

Master Yixiu gave two dry coughs.

He beamed with smiles at Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

As if he had encountered the greatest fortune.

He then continued, "If this old monk is not mistaken, the flower should be pale pink. This is a Mandala from the Western Regions. When I went to the Western Regions to seek scriptures, I had the fortune to see it a few times."

After speaking, he didn't forget to glance proudly at Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

"Master, that's not right. This humble priest seems to remember that flower being red."

Qianhe Chang heard this and, as if recalling something, said in confusion.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Master Yixiu stumble.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes threw his head back and laughed heartily, "Old bald donkey, the truth is out now. You call yourself a high monk, and you were putting on quite a show. Red, did you hear that? Red, red!"

Lin Fan watched this scene.

He shook his head helplessly.

Truly an uncle who never fails to cause trouble.

Just as Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was laughing uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a large hand reached out.

"What did you say!"

Master Yixiu's expression changed drastically.

He tightly gripped Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' arm.

"What are you doing, bald donkey? You can get carried away, can't I be happy for a moment? Let go quickly."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was startled by Master Yixiu's sudden actions.

"What color did you say that flower was!"

Master Yixiu's grip seemed to tighten.

"Red, red, red, did you hear me clearly? What do you mean by this, let go already."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes replied irritably.

Master Yixiu's pupils dilated upon hearing this.

Then, it slowly left his hand.

He spoke in disbelief, "I didn't expect it to be a mutated Mandala... That's not comparable to an ordinary Mandala. Ordinary Mandalas only have a little poison in their petals, and it only causes hallucinations if ingested. Generally, no one would eat them.

But this mutated, bright red Mandala is a top-tier evil entity called the Seven-Colored Mandala. The red color is merely the first stage of mutation for the Seven-Colored Mandala. This kind of top-tier evil entity not only contains extremely terrifying evil energy itself, but under certain specific environments, it might even breed powerful spirits."

After speaking.

"Alas!"

A sigh fell.

Master Yixiu couldn't help but shake his head.

It was as if something bad was about to happen.

Lin Fan's expression shifted with a flash of realization as he said, "As Master said, Ren Manor in Ren Family Town was haunted before. My Master and I went to set up a formation to deal with it. This demonic flower also appeared in Ren Manor and had bred a Flower Demon. Fortunately, my Master and I dealt with it together."

Master Yixiu's expression turned solemn.

He slowly said, "This Seven-Colored Mandala, and even the entire Western Regions, are extremely rare things. How could they appear in this small place?"

"Bald donkey, are you sure it's the Mandala you're talking about, and not..."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was puzzled.

"There's absolutely no lie, this old monk would never mistake it."

Master Yixiu replied firmly.

Instantly, everyone in the tent fell into thought.

Thump, thump.

Nearby, Jia Le hammered in the last wooden stake.

Firmly securing the four corners of the tent.

"Done, let's pack up. Qingqing, you can call them over now."

Jia Le wiped his sweat and said.

Qingqing nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Then, Jia Le walked towards everyone.

Rustle.

Footsteps sounded from not far away.

Disrupting everyone's thoughts.

"Master, the tent is all repaired. We can go inside and rest."

Qingqing called out to the people ahead.

Lin Fan saw this and said, "Don't think about it anymore. Everyone should get some rest first. We can talk about it after resting. Now that it's done, overthinking is useless."

After speaking, Lin Fan put the matter out of his mind.

As things stood, he still had to focus on leveling up.

Nothing was more important than leveling up.

Regardless of whether it was a Seven-Colored Mandala.

Or an Eight-Colored Mandala.

As long as he became stronger, he could fight anyone, even the Emperor of Heaven.

"Alas, alas. My junior nephew is right, overthinking is useless."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes chimed in.

As his voice fell, he walked towards the tent.

Lin Fan followed closely behind.

Daoist Priest Qian He and Dong, Nan, Xi, and Bei saw this and also followed.

Master Yixiu seemed to have made up his mind, leading Qingqing.

He also slowly walked forward, no longer dwelling on it.

A moment later.

Lin Fan entered the tent and found a corner.

He immediately sat down, and with a thought.

"System, check remaining Skill Points."

[System Notification: Skill Points remaining.]

The system's voice came from his mind.

Lin Fan's heart rejoiced.

The Nether Sleep Array didn't consume too much in the end.

I've saved up a good amount, so I can focus on improving things now.

Looking at the Minor Accomplishment Seven Kills of Gods and Ghosts and the Beginner Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, Lin Fan frowned and pondered for a moment.

His previous strategy was wrong; he had underestimated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

His current physique was more than sufficient. Even those mutated, monstrous zombies couldn't break his skin.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts were simply too powerful, after all, it was the physical technique of Erlang Shen!

On the other hand, his offensive Daoist arts were currently a bit lacking, with only the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder standing out.

Lin Fan determined his direction and shouted in his heart, "System, upgrade the Shattering Order!"