Chapter 117

The place where he stood was a valley, with high cliffs and steep peaks on both sides, almost straight up and down. Liu Xiaolou looked up for a long time before finally confirming that the flames burning in the sky were not flames, but red clouds. The clouds reflected on the earth, making everyone's face glow with a faint red light.

Su Zhi went up the mountain first. Until today, Liu Xiaolou saw his cultivation with his own eyes. His large sleeves fluttered, swaying in the wind, like a butterfly floating up along the cliff. He couldn't see exactly how he floated, but he just floated up like that.

Su Xun followed closely behind. He didn't wear large robes, so Liu Xiaolou finally saw clearly that he didn't float up. His toes kicked out into the void of the cliff every few zhang, seemingly using the counter-shock force of true qi to lift him up.

This is the way of walking for high-level Golden Core cultivators. Although it is not flying, for Liu Xiaolou, it is not much different.

Immediately following were six Foundation Establishment cultivators, four of whom were senior elders of the Su family, two of the same generation as Su Zhi and Su Xun, and the other two were a generation higher; Su Wuniang and Su Jiuniang were the leaders of the younger generation.

The three Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Su family's younger generation were all women, one of whom had already married far away to Yuezhou, which made Su Zhi, the head of the family, regret it to this day.

The six Foundation Establishment cultivators didn't float so much when going up the mountain. Although they didn't use their hands either, their feet stepped firmly on the cliff, stepping on it every few zhang, rushing up.

The Su family says it has declined, but the so-called decline is compared to the glory of the past. A family with two Golden Cores and six Foundation Establishments is still not something that ordinary families and small sects can look up to. This is the foundation of the Su family's thousand-year heritage.

Finally, it was the turn of the Qi Refinement stage to go up the mountain. This time, the human fireworks were shown. Several old uncles at the Qi Refinement Perfection stage climbed up like geckos on a wall, their speed even not inferior to Foundation Establishment; young disciples like Su Long, according to their cultivation, used both hands and feet, occasionally turning a somersault in mid-air, which was very beautiful.

The most down-to-earth was Liu Xiaolou. It wasn't that he didn't want to walk gracefully, but the cliff was too steep, too high, and too slippery. With his fourth-stage Qi Refinement cultivation, he could only honestly climb up close to the cliff. Compared to before, it was of course a great improvement, but compared to the elites of the Su family participating in the ceremony this time, he was much more stupid.

He had never climbed such a steep and high cliff before. When he climbed to two-thirds of the way, he was the only one left on the cliff. Su Jiuniang jumped down from the cliff, landed beside him, reached out to hold his arm, and threw him upward. Liu Xiaolou flew to the top of the cliff like riding the clouds and mist, only to see that the Su family members were all following Su Zhi and had already gone far.

He turned his head and smiled at Su Jiuniang: "Thank you, Jiuniang!"

Su Jiuniang rolled her eyes at him: "Keep up."

There were no more cliffs on the cliff, only dark red hills undulating slowly. One could see ten miles away, but it was a vast wilderness.

These hills were all bare dirt mountains, with only a few shrubs occasionally sandwiched between them. Only one kind of tree grew on the wilderness, whether high or low. The high ones stood tall, and the low ones were not less than three to five zhang. They were separated by a hundred zhang, each with a wide and thick canopy, like giant umbrellas.

Looking back at where he came from, it was not a valley at all, but a ground subsidence crack on the wilderness.

Liu Xiaolou caught up with the Su family and looked around at this strange scenery. From time to time, he looked up at the red clouds in the sky, always feeling a sense of fear of being submerged by countless falling flames, his heart full of shock: Is this the Danxia Cave Heaven?

After walking for an hour in this Cave Heaven world, the trees on the road gradually became dense. Not only trees, but also streams winding and circling between the red dirt hills appeared, flowing endlessly.

An oasis.

What hit his nose was the faint fragrance of grass and trees, the moist and cool wind, and the refreshing breath. This breath was as fresh as spirit rice, as mellow as spirit wine, and as tempting as spirit stones!

The breath of spiritual power filled every inch of space around him, wrapped around every inch of skin on his body, and accompanied every breath he took...

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For the Su family, they were already accustomed to it. They didn't lack the spiritual power needed for cultivation, but the insights needed for advancement. But for Liu Xiaolou, everything in front of him was a huge wealth. He was immersed in this rich breath, drunk and unable to extricate himself.

He didn't want to attend any ceremony anymore. He just wanted to find a quiet place to sit down and embrace the spiritual power with all his heart. He tried to absorb the spiritual power around him with his cultivation technique and extract and transform true qi, and found that there was indeed some improvement. It was just that such cultivation was feasible, but the efficiency was far less than absorbing spirit stones, and not even as good as drinking spirit wine, at most slightly stronger than eating spirit rice. If so, he would only have the amount of four or five spirit stones throughout the year.

Relying entirely on this for cultivation was certainly good for a long time, but the progress was too slow, which did not match the wonders of the Cave Heaven and Blessed Land. There should be a better place for cultivation, such as the location of the spirit eye in the rumors.

Looking around, in the center of this oasis, stood a square hill. Rather than a hill, it was a giant rock. The hill was twenty zhang high and about a mile in circumference. The top was flat and level, as if it had been chiseled by man.

Around this giant rock hill, there were more than a dozen strange-looking dwarf banyan trees. The trees were not high, only about one and a half zhang, but they hung down countless roots from the top of the trees, inserted into the mud, and then divided into roots and drilled out to continue growing, forming natural tree houses with hollow interiors.

Su Jiuniang appeared beside Liu Xiaolou again, not knowing when, and asked: "Do you know what kind of tree this is?"

Liu Xiaolou asked curiously: "It seems to be a banyan tree, but I have never seen one grow like this."

Su Jiuniang said: "This is a lightning-struck banyan, the best place for the Danxia Sect to cultivate the Five Thunders Orthodox Method. Each lightning-struck banyan is born leaning against a spirit spring. The spiritual power dissipates from the spring eye and gathers in the tree house. Being in it is no different from being in a pile of spirit stones. By the way, the spirit stones produced by the Danxia Sect are also condensed under these trees at the spring eyes."

So under this tree is the spirit eye. Liu Xiaolou couldn't help but be excited. This was the first time he had been so close to where spirit stones condensed, and he couldn't help but say: "Do I have a chance to go in and try?"

Su Jiuniang said: "Even this girl doesn't have the qualifications, let alone you?"

Liu Xiaolou was very surprised: "Jiuniang doesn't have the qualifications? Who else can have the qualifications?"

Su Jiuniang sneered: "I just told you, what is this tree called?"

Liu Xiaolou finally understood: "Lightning-struck banyan... will it be struck by lightning?"

"Otherwise? Otherwise, how can you cultivate the Five Thunders Orthodox Method?"

"Is cultivating the Five Thunders Orthodox Method being struck by lightning? Then when can you learn it?"

"At least Golden Core can barely withstand it, and only then can you start cultivating."

"So that's it... Jiuniang, is the output of spirit stones in this lightning-struck banyan high?"

"One lightning-struck banyan condenses one to three spirit stones a day. It's hard to say exactly how many."

Liu Xiaolou calculated. There were twelve lightning-struck banyans in the oasis in front of him, which meant that the annual output of spirit stones of the Danxia Sect was about five thousand to ten thousand. He had never heard of spirit stones being counted in the thousands. Hearing it suddenly at this moment, he couldn't help but fly out of the sky.

If one day he issued a hero post and broke this Cave Heaven, that scene... he didn't dare to think, didn't dare to think...

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