Chapter 730

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The Spirit Devouring Insect led the way ahead, its wings fanning as it scattered specks of golden radiance.

Sun Shangxiang and Li Muyao followed close behind; the deeper they went into the valley, the denser the spiritual energy grew, to the point that they could even see spirit plants of great age growing on the ground.

Only, all of them carried a hint of withering, as if something had drained their vitality.

Before long, the view ahead suddenly opened up; on a clearing of several mu, a strange object stood towering — entirely emerald green, its vines coiling and twining.

The vine had nine joints, each bearing a heart-shaped leaf edged with faint golden light; at the vine's tip hung a semi-transparent fruit, liquid flowing inside it.

Li Muyao exclaimed in shock: "This... this isn't the Nine Turn Spirit Rhinoceros Vine?"

Even she, with a mere water spirit root, knew of this spirit plant — one can imagine how precious it is.

It's just that this thing is even more suited to wood spirit roots.

In other words, it's even more suited to the person beside her.

Sure enough, once a person's luck turns, even walking down the road they can stumble upon spiritual treasures.

For the past ten or twenty years, Sun Shangxiang had always worn a look of depressed frustration.

Yet today, not only did she obtain a rare spirit insect, she even discovered a rare spirit plant.

This vine requires absorbing nine hundred years of heaven and earth spiritual energy to mature; not only does it greatly increase the purity of a wood spirit root, its fruit — the Spirit Rhinoceros Fruit — can nurture the constitution and even break through bottlenecks.

Moreover, it can be refined into the rare Spirit Rhinoceros Pill.

The older its age, the higher the price.

The current market value of this specimen — even if refined into ordinary-grade Spirit Rhinoceros Pills — a single pill could sell for tens of thousands of middle-grade spirit stones.

Sun Shangxiang was equally shocked; she could clearly sense the pure spiritual energy and vitality emanating from the Nine Turn Spirit Rhinoceros Vine, to the point that the wood spirit root inside her body involuntarily throbbed.

The Spirit Devouring Insect flew to the Spirit Rhinoceros Vine's side, using its leaf-shaped antennae to gently touch the vine, causing the golden light on the leaves to blaze even more intensely.

Through Xu Qiansui's perception, Xu Zhangqing saw this scene, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile: "A precious Nine Turn Spirit Rhinoceros Vine, an extinct Spirit Devouring Insect, a mysterious person bestowing a cultivation method.

One ring interlocking with another — truly a masterful scheme.

Looks like someone wants to snatch this disciple from my hands!"

He understood clearly in his heart — none of this was coincidence.

Sun Shangxiang's constitution, as well as the similar layout Gu Fusheng had once described, ultimately all pointed to one person — no, accurately speaking, one insect.

The Wu Sheng Chong Mu!

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On this side, Xu Zhangqing had already led Fenglong into the Xiyu.

Unlike the Eastern Region's gathering of spiritual essence and beauty, the Xiyu's mountains towered majestically, perpetually wreathed in scorching qi; breathing it into one's lungs brought a searing heat.

This is the Longhu Immortal Sect's territory, renowned throughout the world for "mountain fire forging the body, rigid yang refining the Dao."

And the closer one got to the Longhu Immortal Sect, the more prosperous the towns along the way became.

Most cultivators wore Daoist robes embroidered with dragon-tiger patterns; each bore a vigorous aura, at their waists either a sword or thunder talismans hanging.

Finally, ahead appeared a magnificent mountain gate spanning two towering peaks.

The mountain gate was cast from a single piece of Ten-Thousand-Year Black Iron, over a hundred zhang high, its entire body emanating a deep, condensed black light; despite the erosion of ages, not a trace of rust was seen.

On the left was carved a soaring azure dragon, its body sinuous and stretching, scales layered like fragmented jade, dragon claws stirring auspicious clouds like a scroll painting.

Those auspicious clouds were no ordinary white mist, but condensed solid like cotton, flowing like waves; amidst the swirling cloud qi, fine threads of thunder light flickered.

On the right was a white tiger raising its head in a roar, its body robust as a hill, fur patterns sharp as if carved by a blade, tiger claws treading on swirling wind vortexes.

The wind vortexes were platinum-white, wrapped in rigid yang qi, tearing the air with a howl.

The azure dragon and white tiger faced each other, simultaneously spewing a beam of condensed spiritual light from their mouths; the two beams converged in midair, finally transforming into four golden characters: "Longhu Immortal Sect."

The calligraphy was vigorous and majestic, strokes like coiling dragons and crouching tigers, exuding a domineering aura that looked down on the world.

The characters were wreathed in faint dragon-tiger phantoms, as if they would burst through the wall the next second.

Behind the mountain gate, clouds and mist swirled.

Faintly visible were palace after palace built against the mountains, their roofs covered in glazed tiles reflecting the sunlight, like ten thousand suns contending in brilliance — truly a fairyland on earth.

Xu Zhangqing sighed in admiration: "Worthy of an immortal sect with tens of thousands of years of inheritance — the style is just high!"

He took out a communication talisman and infused it with mana.

A moment later, a hearty laugh rang out from within the mountain gate: "Changqing, younger brother, many years no see — you finally deigned to come see me!"

A figure in yellow robes came walking through the air — it was Zhao Chengdao.

Xu Zhangqing smiled and cupped his fists: "Dao-ge, long time no see."

Zhao Chengdao stepped forward quickly, patted his shoulder, then his gaze fell on Fenglong, a flash of astonishment in his eyes: "Who is this little friend?"

Xu Zhangqing introduced him with a beaming smile: "He's called Fenglong, a mutant thunder spirit root who almost joined the Dongting Immortal Sect."

Zhao Chengdao raised an eyebrow: "Almost?

Mutant thunder spirit root?"

Xu Zhangqing blinked: "The Dongting Immortal Sect may be good, but in terms of thunder technique inheritance, its foundation ultimately isn't as deep as the Longhu Immortal Sect's.

I brought him here precisely to have Fenglong join the Longhu Immortal Sect and cultivate true thunder techniques — what does Dao-ge think?"

Hearing this, Zhao Chengdao was wildly overjoyed in his heart; limited by his spirit root, he had always worked in logistics, and though he already held an Elder's position, he was not of the Direct Lineage, making further advancement difficult.

If he could introduce a prodigy like Fenglong into the immortal sect, once the other party grew, his own status would naturally rise with the tide.

Therefore, this matter absolutely cannot be refused; on the contrary, it must be agreed to quickly.

Zhao Chengdao nodded quickly, the smile on his face growing even more enthusiastic: "Changqing, little brother, you've given me a generous gift!"

Xu Zhangqing grinned: "Given our relationship, we should definitely help each other."

To this, Zhao Chengdao deeply agreed: "Well said!"

Afterwards, he turned his gaze back to Fenglong.

Someone with talent like yours would truly be wasting it by not joining the Longhu Immortal Sect.

Not to mention anything else, in terms of Thunder Techniques and Body Cultivation, this place is stronger than any sect.

There is also the Thunder Pool specially for tempering Thunder Spirit Roots, which will absolutely allow Fenglong's talent to reach its utmost.

Afterwards, Zhao Chengdao led the two into the Immortal Sect, introducing as he went deeper: "The palace complex on the left is Qinglong Hall, which mainly studies Talisman Dao and thunder-system spells."

The right is Baihu Hall, specializing in Body Tempering and forging skills.

The Dragon Tiger Hall deep within the sect is where the Sect Master and high levels hold discussions."

Xu Zhangqing listened while observing the layout of the Longhu Immortal Sect.

Truly an Immortal Sect with a legacy of tens of thousands of years, almost without fault.

Fenglong gazed intently toward the depths of the sect, the Thunder Spirit Root and Thunder Dragon Transformation within him stirring.

Zhao Chengdao's words barely concealed his regard for Fenglong: "Little Friend, your talent is outstanding; upon entering the sect you can directly become an Inner Sect Disciple, and I will personally be your guide."

If you have any problems with your cultivation in the future, I will surely clear up your doubts!"

Fenglong grinned: "Yes, Dao... Immortal Master!"

Xu Zhangqing glared at this fellow; good fellow, he almost let the secret slip.

As for Zhao Chengdao's behavior, he understood it clearly in his heart: obviously he wanted to use Fenglong's potential to achieve a leap in his own status and identity!