This Man Was Here Again

The ginseng spirit, hiding behind a tree trunk, watched Fang Zelin looking at it with a hint of impatience.

Shaking the ginseng leaf on its head, it hesitated for a moment before collecting the ginseng juice that had just flowed out, and then a small clump of juice flew towards Fang Zelin.

"Thank you so much, Daoist priest, for saving my life."

With that, he bowed to Fang Zelin.

Fang Zelin looked at the liquid that flew towards him, but did not refuse. Law Power to catch it and put it away.

"Alright, you can leave now. It's not easy for a spirit like you to develop sentience. Go and cultivate diligently."

After bowing to the ginseng spirit, Fang Zelin watched as the ginseng spirit got up, leaned against a nearby tree trunk, and then disappeared.

Fang Zelin was momentarily stunned by what he saw.

This ginseng spirit has only just gained sentience, yet its escape technique is truly impressive.

The moment the other person disappeared, Fang Zelin could no longer track them down.

Of course, it's also possible that it's because he's too weak, after all, he's only been cultivating for a year.

"Immortal Master, there are still a few leaves here that the ginseng spirit dropped."

A white deer approached, carrying a few leaves in its beak, its demeanor extremely respectful.

Even just the leaves exude a rich sense of life.

The tiger demon beside him was also prostrating itself in utmost respect.

It was terrified just now; that immortal hadn't even made a move yet, and he had already pinned it and the white deer down.

And the immortal before me was even more extraordinary; it seemed he had just been discussing the Dao with the immortal opposite him?

Judging from the situation, it's clear that the immortal before them has a deeper understanding of the Dao.

It had just listened to those Daoist scriptures, but it felt somewhat confused and couldn't understand their meaning.

Thinking of this, he felt extremely regretful. If he had been able to understand even a sentence or two, it would have been of great help to his cultivation.

Unfortunately, it lacked that kind of understanding.

Fang Zelin looked at the white deer in front of him, which had a few ginseng leaves in its mouth, and waved his hand.

"You two can divide it up; Fang already has the ginseng extract."

Hearing Fang Zelin's words, Bai Lu was overjoyed. Although the ginseng leaves could not compare to the ginseng liquid in Fang Zelin's hands, they contained a rich vitality, which was exactly what they needed.

Thinking of this, the white deer gave two ginseng leaves to the giant tiger beside it, and kept two for itself.

"Immortal Master, this humble demon will escort you back."

Bai Lu came forward, intending to escort Fang Zelin back.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin did not refuse and lightly leaped onto the white deer.

The white deer immediately took off running forward.

The giant tiger watched Fang Zelin leave, and the ginseng spirit immortal did not accept the ginseng spirit, meaning that what they originally wanted to offer the immortal was gone.

This made it dare not leave with Fang Zelin.

I wonder if the white deer just now gained any insight from the Daoist scriptures that the immortal master spoke of.

Wait until they return, then ask them in detail.

The giant tiger pondered this for a moment, then swallowed the ginseng leaf from its mouth.

A rich vitality suddenly spread from its body, and the tiger's fur began to become shiny at a visible speed.

A glint of light seemed to flicker within its yellow and black fur.

"Immortal Master, if there is nothing else, this humble demon will take her leave."

Bai Lu escorted Fang Zelin to the front of the wooden house and bowed slightly to Fang Zelin, saying something.

Fang Zelin nodded slightly upon hearing this, glancing at the spirit rice beside him. "The spirit rice is ripening quite quickly this year. When it's ripe, bring that tiger along and come taste some."

He did benefit from this, as he shared ginseng leaves with the two demons, so he could be considered to have gained some advantage.

If possible, Fang Zelin was thinking of making up for it in other ways.

Ultimately, he wouldn't have gotten the ginseng liquid if the two demons hadn't invited him.

"Thank you, Immortal Master!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Lu was immediately overjoyed.

Although spirit rice won't significantly improve one's cultivation level, it can at least help to bridge the gap between them!

If we visit each other more often, perhaps we'll have some fortuitous opportunity in the future!

The white deer was overjoyed, let out a cry, and then stepped off across the water.

Seeing the white deer depart, Fang Zelin, holding a small ball of ginseng liquid in his hands, returned to the wooden house and immediately began to meditate cross-legged.

Even now, the ginseng liquid was still oozing with rich vitality, making Fang Zelin's mouth water.

After swallowing the ginseng liquid in one gulp, Fang Zelin immediately closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

As the ginseng liquid entered my throat, I felt a warm, sweet juice flowing into my limbs.

Then, the medicinal power of the ginseng liquid slowly seeped into the body, and the speed at which the Spiritual Power in the body circulated increased significantly.

At that moment, the surrounding Spiritual Power suddenly appeared and was absorbed into Fang Zelin's body one by one.

The next moment, Fang Zelin felt a moment of disorientation, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in front of that majestic mountain.

"Here we go again?"

Why is he here again?

Looking at the majestic mountains before him, Fang Zelin was momentarily bewildered, wondering how he had ended up here again.

I've been coming here far too often.

What Fang Zelin didn't know was that the old fisherman and the others ahead had also noticed Fang Zelin arrival at the same time.

I asked in surprise, almost instinctively.

"How can this person have such a profound understanding of the Dao and such a strong affinity for immortality? He seems to come and go as he pleases."

The old fisherman pulled up his fishing rod, a hint of surprise on his face.

The others also turned to look back at where they had come from, their expressions quite surprised.

This is the first time I've ever seen a cultivator with such profound affinity for immortality.

"It seems that among the cultivators of this generation, there has indeed emerged an extraordinary individual. Perhaps it is because of this person's existence that my Dao can prosper."

The Daoist priest playing chess in the distance looked on with satisfaction, his eyes full of admiration.

"If this person can avoid dying halfway through, he will surely be able to revive our path."

Upon hearing this, the others stroked their beards and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a group of people were discussing Fang Zelin, who had come here again.

Fang Zelin couldn't hear the conversation of the elderly men in front of him; after all, he was a regular here.

Although she was a little confused as to why she was here again, she remained calm and started walking forward.

The surrounding area in front of me looks somewhat familiar, probably because I've been here a few times before, hence the familiarity.

Without giving it much thought, Fang Zelin walked up to the old fisherman.

"This senior."

"My surname is Zhou, please don't call me 'senior'."

The old fisherman looked at Fang Zelin and thought of the previous times the other man had asked him his surname.

This time, I simply introduced myself to avoid being asked any more questions.

Fang Zelin was taken aback; he hadn't intended to ask the other person's surname.

Why did the other party introduce themselves first?

Looking again at the other person's fishing rod, the hook was straight. Using a straight hook to fish?

I really want to ask his surname.

No, the other person already said their surname is Zhou.