Chapter 981: Xian Jing

Of course, all of these are just speculations.

But they’re not hard to guess!

After all, whether in the Immortal Realm or the Spirit Realm, every sect needs fresh power to replenish itself.

The lowest-grade immortals who ascend from the lower realms are precisely this endless stream of new energy.

After introducing these ascended cultivators, the first thing they naturally do is help them transform their primordial energy.

Convert the true spirit qi within their bodies into immortal spiritual qi.

Only then can this stone tablet standing here be understood.

Most likely, it’s the cultivation method used to transform these cultivators—since this method serves only one purpose, there’s no need to hide it; carving it directly onto the stone tablet is sufficient, so all disciples can see it.

This is the limit of He Pingsheng’s imagination.

Of course, since ancient times, most who entered Piaomiao Mountain have thought the same.

He Pingsheng asked: “In the mortal realm, no one recognizes these immortal script characters?”

“I heard the Four Divine Clans and the Nine Heavenly Clans all migrated from the Immortal Realm—don’t they recognize them either?”

Hong Luo Nu shook her head: “No one recognizes them!”

“Moreover, although these divine and heavenly clans claim to have migrated here, they most likely didn’t—they’re probably just lifeforms condensed and derived from the blood essence of higher-realm immortals themselves. They resemble them, but they’re certainly not beings migrated from the Immortal Realm!”

“Then…” Luo Bingyao asked beside her: “Hong Luo Elder, if we now cultivate this Immortal Transformation Method, what will happen?”

“Will we be unable to ascend?”

“Hehehe…” Hong Luo said: “How would I know?”

“You can’t even read the characters—how can you cultivate?”

But He Pingsheng didn’t care—he pulled out a jade slip and copied the inscriptions on the stone tablet one by one, just as if drawing talisman patterns, transferring them onto the jade slip.

“Master, you recorded it?” Luo Bingyao looked puzzled.

He Pingsheng said: “Recorded it. I’ll study it when we return.”

Shuowan ， Tasuishoujiujiangzheyujianshourutinei ， Toudaoletineidejubaopenzhong 。

Strengthen it—whether it yields anything, that’s unknown!

“I’ll search!”

Luo Bingyao couldn’t hold back and entered the quarters of the outer sect disciples, rummaging through them.

But it was useless!

After a full half-hour, she trudged out again, dejected.

There was nothing!

“Not even a damn thing!” Luo Bingyao grimaced.

Hong Luo Nu pointed to an area surrounded by a formation beside the outer disciples: “Look—there’s a low-grade immortal formation. If anything’s hidden, it might be inside.”

“Let’s go take a look!”

The three arrived beside the immortal formation.

Within the formation, dozens of buildings were shrouded.

This indicates that once, dozens of inner or outer sect disciples lived here—these individuals were of higher rank than ordinary disciples.

He Pingsheng suspected they might have been the quarters of outer sect stewards, elders, or senior disciples who managed the outer disciples.

“Opening this formation isn’t difficult!” Hong Luo said: “When I was in the Mahayana Emperor realm, I once saw someone open it.”

“A Mahayana Emperor cultivator couldn’t open it, but a Transcendent Immortal might be able to!”

“Let me see!” He Pingsheng understood formations too; after studying it for a long while, he said: “This is a Rank-One immortal formation—or rather, a Rank-Nine formation.”

“Yes!” Hong Luo said: “Though it’s a Rank-Nine formation, matching my cultivation level, because this place operates under immortal rules, Transcendent Immortals can’t break it by brute force!”

“But fortunately, this formation isn’t too difficult.”

“You two help me—we’ll open it together!”

Thus, the three began studying the formation.

Hong Luo was the main force in breaking it; He Pingsheng and Luo Bingyao assisted from the side.

“But I must clarify something,” Hong Luo Nu said: “Although the cultivation grounds within this formation may be better, they’ve likely been ransacked by countless Transcendent Immortals—I don’t know if anything remains.”

He Pingsheng said: “It’s fine.”

Hong Luo added: “If there’s nothing inside, we might waste months.”

Formations aren’t broken in an instant.

He Pingsheng now deeply missed Liu Molin—if Liu Molin were here, breaking the formation might be faster.

Time slowly passed.

Soon, seven months had passed.

Hummm…

Through their combined efforts, the formation finally opened a crack.

Boom…

As soon as the crack opened, tens of thousands of years’ accumulated immortal qi erupted, forming a powerful gale that blasted outward in all directions.

The three hurried into the formation!

Hong Luo Nu said: “The formation’s opening lasts only one incense stick’s time—we must search quickly.”

“Otherwise, if trapped inside, we’ll waste months again trying to break it!”

He Pingsheng asked: “Hong Luo Elder, if someone were truly trapped inside and couldn’t break the formation, what happens after the Jiazi Tian Mang period ends?”

Hong Luo said: “Waste sixty years, that’s all. Either way, before Piaomiao Mountain closes, it will expel every living thing inside—no matter where you are.”

As they spoke, the three entered the silent immortal cultivation grounds.

One cultivation ground—empty!

Two cultivation grounds—empty!

Three cultivation grounds—empty!

The three had scoured nearly all the grounds and found nothing.

“Sigh…” Hong Luo Nu sighed deeply: “Seven months wasted—but no matter. If we can reach the main peak ahead, we’ll definitely find something!”

At that moment, He Pingsheng suddenly felt a tremor within his Hong Meng Zi Jin Gun.

??

What’s going on?

Could there be alchemical materials nearby that it wants to devour?

He Pingsheng quickly pulled out the Hong Meng Zi Jin Gun, and instantly, the rod shot into one of the immortal’s cultivation grounds.

The cultivation ground was empty.

Yet the rod landed on the ground and writhed wildly.

He Pingsheng’s gaze fixed on the ground: Could it be beneath?

Due to the restrictions of immortal rules, his spiritual sense was too strong to penetrate the soil—he pulled out a flying sword and swiftly carved open the ground.

In an instant, five-colored light flashed from the soil.

Inside the pit He Pingsheng dug lay dozens of neatly cut, uniformly sized crystals.

Each crystal was a perfect hexahedron, radiating thick, potent energy.

The Hong Meng Zi Jin Gun wanted to devour them, but couldn’t fuse them.

Clearly, the immortal rules were at work.

“What is this?” Luo Bingyao picked up a crimson crystal and asked: “It seems filled with pure fire spiritual power.”

He Pingsheng said: “It looks like our Spirit Realm’s spirit stones.”

“Correct!” Hong Luo Nu said: “They are spirit stones… but not called that here. In the Immortal Realm, they’re called [Xian Jing].”