Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 233 Dayan's Feelings

At this moment, Nie Zhaonan's eyes slowly opened, his eyes lit up, a blue light flashed, and the magic formula in his hands stopped at the same time. He flipped his hand, and a small emerald green gourd appeared in his hand, about four or five inches in size.

The method of preserving the refined elixir now is somewhat special. Unlike in the past, it can be stored in a jade bottle, otherwise the medicinal properties will easily be lost. It needs to be made of rare and precious spiritual wood to preserve it for a long time.

The other hand flicked its fingers, and with a "bang", a flash of white light hit the furnace cover.

As a result, the lid trembled, then flew up by itself, hovering in the air, standing still.

The humming sound of the alchemy furnace stopped, and suddenly seven fist-sized light balls shot out from it. In the white light, each ball contained a thumb-sized red and white pill, shining brightly.

After circling on the alchemy furnace for a while, these pills began to scatter in all directions, as if they were trying to escape.

But Nie Zhaonan, who was well prepared, simply shook the gourd in his hand lightly, and a ray of light spurted out from it.

After a flash of inspiration, all the pills were covered in it, and then after a while of sweeping and swirling, they were put into the gourd.

"Mission accomplished!" Nie Zhaonan let out a light breath and looked at the emerald green gourd in front of him with a look of joy on his face.

“There are still several months before the war, so there is no need to rush out. Instead, you should refine more pills.

After a brief thought, Nie Zhaonan put away the gourd, opened his mouth and spit out a wisp of infant fire that once again wrapped the alchemy furnace. At the same time, he flicked his sleeves, and several jade boxes containing elixirs appeared on the ground.

In the lobby of the Huangfeng Valley’s headquarters, all of the Yuanying cultivators from the Huangfeng Valley gathered together, except for Nie Zhaonan.

The rest of the Jindan cultivators, including Lei Wanhe, Li Huayuan, Chen Qiaotian, Nie Feng, etc., stood with their hands behind their backs beside their close friends.

"Junior sister, Junior Brother Nie has been in seclusion for four months. Hasn't he come out yet?" Old Monster Linghu asked Nie Ying politely.

"My husband told me before he went into seclusion that he should not be disturbed unless a war started," Nie Ying responded in a clear voice.

“But now that the three great cultivators have gathered, in addition to inviting Junior Brother Han, they also unexpectedly asked Junior Brother Nie to attend tomorrow’s meeting. It is really difficult to refuse.” Old Monster Linghu sighed and said with a little confusion.

It was reasonable to invite Han Li, who had escaped from Master Mulan, to participate in the meeting tomorrow that only mid-Nascent Soul cultivators could attend. But inviting Nie Zhaonan, who had no outstanding achievements, made him a little confused about the three cultivators' plan.

Old Monster Linghu cast his gaze towards Han Li, who was carrying a bamboo tube on his back and looked calm and composed. There was no sign of injury on his body at all.

More than two months ago, Han Li returned safely to Tianyi City, but did not participate in the high-level gathering. Instead, he went into seclusion without stopping and only came out recently.

Linghu Laoguai hesitated for a moment, then suggested: "Junior sister, see if you can notify Junior Brother Nie."

"That's fine." Nie Ying agreed and spread out her hands. A crystal white jade talisman appeared in her hand.

Then, Nie Ying placed the jade talisman to his lips and whispered a few words. After he finished speaking, he used his other hand to cast a spell and immerse it into the jade talisman. The light on the jade talisman expanded and shrank, and then there was no movement.

"This jade communication talisman is not an ordinary item. It seems to be made with a special secret technique, and the person who made it is a talisman master." Old Monster Linghu said in surprise.

"Senior Brother Linghu is indeed knowledgeable. This jade talisman was made by Qiaoqian." Nie Ying looked at Chen Qiaoqian beside him and explained with a smile.

"Oh? Brother, I am short-sighted. I didn't realize that Junior Sister Chen has such a high level of attainment in the art of talismans." Old Monster Linghu said in surprise.

"I have always been interested in making talismans, but I don't have a high talent. It took me more than a hundred years of research to achieve this level." Chen Qiaoqian opened her red lips and said in a light tone.

At the same time, he slapped his storage bag, took out two identical jade talismans, and threw them to Linghu Laoguai and Han Li.

He explained: "This item is called the Wanli Talisman. As long as you hold this item, you can transmit information through it even if you are thousands of miles apart."

"Junior sister, you are too modest. This Wanli Talisman is extremely exquisitely made. There are only a few people in the whole Tiannan who can reach this level." Old Monster Linghu smiled kindly, took a look at the jade talisman in his hand, and said with praise.

Chen Qiaoqian just smiled and said nothing. What she said was indeed the truth. She did not have any talent in making talismans. She only relied on the skins of countless high-level monsters as materials to practice her talisman-making skills. Only then did she improve her talisman-making skills to its current level. The cost was also an astronomical figure.

On the other side, Han Li took the jade talisman and thanked him in a neutral tone.

In fact, he had been communicating with Lord Dayan in his mind.

"Han boy, originally I thought these little girls were just vases raised by Fellow Daoist Nie, but now it seems that is not the case. I am getting more and more curious about Fellow Daoist Nie." The old voice of Lord Dayan echoed in Han Li's mind, and his words were filled with interest.

"Calling Senior Brother Nie means fellow Daoist. I am now a Nascent Soul cultivator as well, but you keep calling him a brat. And if you are interested in Senior Brother Nie, go find him yourself. Don't instigate me here." Han Li responded with great resentment in his heart.

"Han boy, what are you afraid of? At least you escaped from the hands of the divine master. If I help you again, as long as you don't meet a divine cultivator, the world is so big that you can go anywhere. Why must you be so cautious?" Lord Dayan said very arrogantly.

"It's better to be careful. Besides, senior is only his soul remaining in the world now, with limited abilities. It is impossible for him to help me regardless of the cost and consequences. I was lucky to escape with my life before. I will not put my life and property on luck. Who knows, I might die next time." Han Li was unmoved by the words of Lord Dayan and still firmly believed in his own principles.

Upon hearing this, Lord Dayan fell silent.

Han Li was right. Without his Dharma body, he was like a rootless duckweed. Even with the nourishment of the Soul-Nourishing Tree, he could not attack frequently, and the number of times he could use the secret technique of spiritual consciousness "Spirit Stab" was very limited.

“Han boy, perhaps only someone as cautious as you, with a pseudo-spiritual root aptitude, can cultivate to become a Nascent Soul.” Lord Dayan sighed.

He thought that he had met countless people in his life, and those with extraordinary talents were countless, but Han Li was the first Nascent Soul cultivator with fake spiritual roots that he had ever seen.

Han Li listened to the compliments that didn't sound like compliments, nor the disparagements that didn't sound like disparagements. He didn't respond and rolled his eyes in his heart.

"I am in seclusion at a critical time and will come out before the war." At this moment, the jade talisman in Nie Ying's hand suddenly flashed white light, and a light voice came out from it. The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

Upon hearing this, Nie Ying and the other two girls, who were Nie Zhaonan's Taoist companions, looked calm.

Linghu Laoguai's expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything more about the interests involved.

However, Han Li heard a familiar sound amidst the voices. It was the whirring sound of dancing flames, almost inaudible and not at all surprising. If he did not frequently make pills, he would have ignored it.

"In that case, Junior Brother Han will go alone to the high-level meeting hosted by the three great cultivators tomorrow. At the same time, explain that Junior Brother Nie is in seclusion at a critical moment. If he is disturbed easily, his efforts may be wasted." Old Monster Linghu said to Han Li with a serious look.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with that." Hearing Linghu Old Monster's serious words, although there was no urgency in Nie Zhaonan's words, Han Li nodded without any doubt.

Not to mention that he had just accepted the Wanli Talisman, he had already had several transactions with Nie Zhaonan, so it was only natural for him to help with such a trivial favor.

Afterwards, Old Monster Linghu discussed matters related to the war with the Nascent Soul cultivators present.

Listening to the discussion of the elders in the sect, the other cultivators in the hall became solemn and listened attentively. After all, this was a matter concerning their own lives and property, and no one wanted to miss even a single piece of information.

Shortly after Han Li participated in the high-level meeting held by the three great cultivators, the entire Tianyi City was completely mobilized within just two or three days.

All the cultivators and sects, big and small, knew that they would be fighting a life-and-death battle with the mages in a few days.

After a great commotion, all the monks in the city came out of their garrisons and formed into armies according to the original arrangement. They all had solemn expressions and cleared the way to the border garrisons one after another.

Everyone knew that this war, which was rare in the Tiannan immortal cultivation world in thousands of years, would result in either the Mulan people being defeated and retreating, or the Tiannan people losing a large amount of territory, and thus countless sects would lose their heritage and perish over time.

Therefore, although everyone knew that it would be difficult to save their lives and property in this battle, they still went forward resolutely. Their morale was extremely high without any need for stimulation.

Just as the disciples of Huangfeng Valley followed the team and left Tianyi City.

Upon hearing the news, Nie Zhaonan stopped refining the elixir, walked out of the quiet room, and went there with Nie Ying and the other two girls.

However, Han Li stayed in a stone house covered by restrictions from beginning to end, with no intention of coming out, as if he was making extremely important preparations for the war.

At a certain section of the border between the State of Yu and the State of Beiliang, teams of monks and mages descended from the sky from both sides, dozens of miles apart, riding on magical instruments and treasures.

Then they methodically performed a series of magical powers and set up large camps.

From the early morning of one day to the sunset glow that can be seen on the horizon today, the sky has been getting darker and darker.

Within a day, large and orderly formations with a solemn atmosphere appeared one after another. Teams of well-organized monks patrolled around the camp, always on guard against sudden attacks from the enemy.

This place, which was originally sparsely populated, seemed unusually peaceful, but in fact, there was a turbulent situation in secret. Anyone could feel the unusually solemn atmosphere.

Nie Zhaonan came to the outside of the protective light curtain of the camp. Before he entered the camp, he was told by a Jindan cultivator from the Righteous Alliance who was guarding the formation that the three great cultivators invited him to have a chat.

Afterwards, this person immediately opened a passage and respectfully let Nie Zhaonan and his group into the light curtain.

Walking on the flat road, there are identical wooden and stone houses all around, nothing special. The only special thing is that people coming and going are all monks with high cultivation levels.

This is normal. In Tiannan, where countless sects and forces gather, the identities of cultivators are extremely confusing and can easily cause conflicts.

In this situation, not to mention that each sect will strictly discipline its own disciples, those who think their cultivation is not good enough will also stay in the camp obediently. Those who can appear here must be somewhat confident in their own cultivation strength.

However, after seeing Nie Zhaonan and his four companions approaching, these people moved their feet without any temper, walked to the edge of the road, made room for them, and did not dare to look at them any longer.

"The three great monks specially invited my husband. Could it be that they know my husband's true level of cultivation?" Chen Qiaoqian tilted her head slightly and looked at Nie Zhaonan with an inquiring look, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Only us sisters know about my husband's cultivation strength. It is absolutely impossible for other outsiders to know it. Although we have always acted in a low-key manner and have not participated in the competition for interests in Tiannan, as long as we investigate carefully, the three great cultivators can still find many unusual things. It is normal to arouse their suspicion." Nie Ying looked around with interest and transmitted her guess in a somewhat affirmative tone.

"No need to worry." Nie Zhaonan did not open his mouth, but this calm voice was clearly heard by the three women.

Hearing this, the three women all nodded slightly. With their understanding of their husbands' strength, they knew that the three great cultivators could not pose any threat to him at all, even to them who were protected by the gold-eating bugs.

At the same time, they were secretly frightened. They didn't know how many gold-eating bugs their husbands had. Each of them had more than 50,000 of them, not to mention the number in Nie Zhaonan's hands.

The only pity is that these gold-eating insects are stuck in the last step before maturity and have not made any movement. Otherwise,
"Yu'er, do you have anything to say?" Nie Zhaonan looked at Song Yu, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and asked softly.

At this time, after being developed by Nie Zhaonan, Song Yu not only looked radiant and more beautiful, but her temperament also seemed more mature. Her crystal light blue dress made her look even more gentle.

"If the two elders of Luoyun Sect are in danger, I would like to ask my husband for some help." Song Yu said with a pleading look on her face.

After all, Luoyun Sect was the place where she had practiced for more than a hundred years. She would not be able to bear it if Luoyun Sect declined after this battle.

"It's just a small matter, I just did it by accident, why make it so serious." Nie Zhaonan reached out and gently patted Song Yu's shoulder, saying with a slight smile.

Both Cheng and Lu have reached the early Nascent Soul stage, but neither the techniques they practice nor the treasures in their hands are particularly powerful.

(End of this chapter)