Chapter 423

Copper Mount Luoshan, the crescent moon in the sky, looked exactly like a fox's squinting eyes.

The bright moonlight spilled into the cold mountains.

The clouds had scattered, and the wind was swift.

Zhang Fan and Xu Jinian walked in the mountains where there was no path.

"Brother, can we take a break?"

Xu Jinian stopped, holding his knees, panting heavily, and beads of sweat as large as beans seeped from his forehead.

Zhang Fan's realm was already perfected, his physical body had transcended mortality, and his true yang was like boiling water; walking in these rugged mountains, he was naturally as if walking on flat ground.

But Xu Jinian was different; he had always relied on his own exploration to move forward, and he wouldn't have been able to realize anything in the nature-cultivation, and as for the life-cultivation, it cannot be understood without a master's transmission; to put it plainly, he was just a mortal body.

"Although you haven't received the true transmission, your foundation is good," Zhang Fan looked back and smiled lightly.

"To be able to cultivate to this point by yourself is simply inconceivable."

Originally, half an hour ago, Zhang Fan felt that Xu Jinian was about to be unable to hold on, but who knew he would hold on until now, especially in the mountains where the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous, and miasma is rampant; such a dead end, on the contrary, was able to stimulate Xu Jinian's potential.

"It can't be considered completely self-taught," Xu Jinian shook his head.

"I also collected a lot of information on the internet, many of which were about ancient elixir cultivation, which helped me a lot."

"Especially before, I followed someone on 【Little Yellow Book】. He had many strange ideas. I occasionally sent him private messages to ask for advice, and he would also guide me, giving me a lot of help," Xu Jinian said in a solemn voice.

"Little Yellow Book?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment.

"What is his name?"

"Millennium Old Demon," Xu Jinian spat out a name.

"..."

"A while ago, he suddenly canceled his account, and I don't know why," Xu Jinian sighed.

"Maybe there were too many 'Little Blackies' (haters)."

"..."

"In this day and age, haters are the biggest demons on the internet," Xu Jinian sighed.

"You even got emotional from surfing the internet," Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and said: "Are you rested? If you're rested, hurry up and get up to continue the journey."

"No, brother, why are you in such a hurry? Let's rest a bit more," Xu Jinian pleaded.

"Rest for what? How long have you been resting? How old are you, and you're already failing?" Zhang Fan glanced sideways, pulled Xu Jinian up, and wanted to rush him to death.

"Brother, I really can't do it anymore, I'm extremely weak," Xu Jinian shook his head.

This mountain road... pfft, where the hell is there a road!?

Roar...

Just at this moment, a low roar came from behind. Zhang Fan turned his head and saw the big worm from just now standing in the distance, staring straight at them.

"Why is it still here?" Xu Jinian was stunned for a moment.

"It has been following us the whole way."

Zhang Fan looked at the big worm with deep meaning.

"Why is it following us?" Xu Jinian asked suspiciously.

"Brother, I heard that tiger bone wine is a great supplement..."

Roar...

In the distance, the colorful fierce tiger seemed to hear Xu Jinian's words; its body shook, roaring in the forest, setting off a gust of wind that swept across, pressing the surrounding grass and trees into terror.

Xu Jinian shrank his neck, and his words stopped abruptly.

Zhang Fan smiled and waved at the big worm in the distance.

Boom...

The colorful fierce tiger was indeed spiritual; it took a step, climbing rocks and walking on walls as if walking on flat ground, and came to Zhang Fan's side.

"You are indeed clever," Zhang Fan smiled, touched the big worm's head, and the latter tilted it slightly, like a pet cat, actually exposing its belly.

"Why does this thing look more and more like... a dog!?" Xu Jinian muttered.

"Brother, it's clinging to you, wanting to get your enlightenment."

Zhang Fan remained silent, just nodded.

In ancient times, masters of the elixir path would enter the deep mountains to cultivate; if there were monsters, and they had deep fortune, they would have the opportunity to receive the enlightenment of these Daoist experts, which is better than struggling and exploring in the mountains, confused and wasting time, without knowing the method.

A hundred years ago, the Three-Corpse Daoist slaughtered everyone in Copper Mount Luoshan; the demon monsters here did not escape, and since then, this mountain and sea secret realm has withered and decayed, demons and ghosts are hard to be born, monsters do not exist, and it has long since lost its former glory.

"A hundred years have passed, withered and prosperous, destroyed and extinguished; you and I met, there must be great fortune," Zhang Fan looked at the docile big worm and said with deep meaning.

"You just follow me."

Roar...

The big worm seemed to understand, its four limbs on the ground, kowtowing to Zhang Fan repeatedly.

"I'll give you a name," Zhang Fan pondered for a moment.

"The big name is Hong Hong Shanjun, the small name is Little Axe."

"Little Axe!?" Xu Jinian was stunned for a moment, showing a look of confusion.

Hong Hong Shanjun, he could understand; tigers were called Hong Hong Shanjun in ancient times.

The so-called "whistling song under the forest responds to the Hong Hong Shanjun," here refers to the tiger.

"Why is it called Little Axe?" Xu Jinian couldn't help but ask.

"Little 'Nao-axe' (tiger)," Zhang Fan replied: "Haven't you heard of it?"

"..."

"Brother... really playful!" Xu Jinian squeezed out an awkward smile.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Fan glanced at it, then pointed to the big worm's back: "You ride it."

Roar...

As soon as the words fell, the big worm let out a hiss, coldly glaring at Xu Jinian, as if expressing dissatisfaction.

If it were carrying Zhang Fan, it would naturally have no objections, but if it were replaced by Xu Jinian, it wouldn't even want to look at him twice.

"Just like this," Zhang Fan whispered.

The big worm let out a heavy breath, but it didn't protest anymore, actually lowering its body.

"Then I won't be polite."

Xu Jinian grinned and jumped onto the big worm's back.

Rumble...

Almost at the same moment, the big worm jumped high, and in the moonlight, it turned into a remnant shadow, moving through the forest; its speed was fast, and its momentum was fierce, not at all like an ordinary beast.

"Go!"

Zhang Fan took a step, and followed the big worm's figure; the wind whistled in his ears, like a thunderclap.

"Brother!"

Xu Jinian held the big worm's neck dead, being shaken to the point of being dizzy; as soon as he opened his mouth, a gust of wind poured in, squeezing his internal organs together, so uncomfortable he wanted to die.

Xu Jinian's parchment map didn't know how many years ago it was left; Copper Mount Luoshan had undergone many great changes, and the vicissitudes of life had made it very different from the appearance on the map. Zhang Fan followed the map, but several times he had no clue.

Fortunately, the big worm had been cultivating in the mountains all year round and had traveled to many places, so it was quite familiar. With its leadership, they finally gradually approached the source on the map.

"It's here..."

The mountain peaks turned, and suddenly his eyes lit up; a deep mountain cave, like a half-collapsed furnace, stood in the center of the empty valley, covered by lush grass and trees, and obscured by pale clouds and fog.

"A wonderful realm for cultivation," Zhang Fan whispered; just by looking, he could see that the aura of this place was different. Stepping into it, all kinds of emotions dissipated, thoughts lay dormant, and the state of mind became clear.

In such a place, ordinary people are very easy to enter into stillness; between one breath and another, it is possible for the soul-aspect to awaken, stepping into that mysterious path of cultivation, and from then on, never being the same again.

"A blessed land of caves, truly a blessed land of caves. No wonder masters of the elixir path like to run into the mountains, and no wonder all the major Daoist lineages want to fight for this kind of blessed land," Zhang Fan sighed.

With such a blessed land, the probability of producing talent in the sect would be higher; just the barrier of cultivation, the awakening of the soul-aspect, would be very easy to pass.

However, in this kind of place, the crowd cannot be too mixed; when there are many people, each other's thoughts will be entangled, emotions will be intertwined, and it will be difficult to calm down, and it will even affect the aura of this place.

In layman's terms, a person's magnetic field is affected by the environment and also by other people.