Fairyland Sunshine

Chapter 85 Pure White Mist
This is a hazy world, and there is no place that is not covered with mist.

Compared to the ground where there is terrain and topography to refer to, and where fellow disciples sometimes leave messages and instructions, the empty sky is obviously more dangerous. If you fly in it, you may get lost if you are not careful.

Therefore, among the Xuanwei disciples who enter Xiaotian, very few will choose to fly in the sky.

Of course, there are exceptions. If someone has achieved the Golden Elixir, he can come and go freely in the Tiangang atmosphere, so how could he be confused by just a piece of fog?

At this time, there were two people in the sky, riding the air side by side, escaping gracefully, chatting and laughing freely.

One of them said, "Brother, you have only been away from the mountain for ten years, and you have made such progress. It seems that the day when you will reach the state of enlightenment is not far away."

What he was talking about naturally would not be anyone else except Li Linquan.

Li Linquan smiled and said, "If you want to become a spirit, you still need to work hard for at least ten years."

Those who heard it were quite speechless. At first glance, the words seemed humble, but "more than ten years of hard work" was nothing to a Jindan cultivator.

The path of seeking the Tao becomes increasingly difficult. When one reaches this level, sometimes a little progress is like crossing a chasm. What’s more, when one reaches the state of being in a trance, it is a whole new world. Those people have obtained so many golden elixirs, and have prayed for their lifespans of eight hundred years, but they still cannot even get a glimpse of the Tao.

If these words were not said by Li Linquan... Liu Zhengqi would definitely think that such big talk and pretentiousness are extremely ridiculous.

But since it was Li Linquan who said it, it seems reasonable that he was so calm about it.

Liu Zhengqi was about to say something when he suddenly felt Li Linquan's expression change, and then a divine light suddenly shone from between his eyebrows, sweeping across the heaven and earth, piercing through the fog of the underworld, and reaching a very far place.

"What's going on?" Liu Zhengqi's heart moved, and he looked in the direction of the divine light. Suddenly, he saw a mysterious light rising into the sky, as if the daylight was shining backwards, and it seemed to illuminate the fog.

"Eh..." Liu Zhengqi pondered, "The nature of this magical power, it must be Brother Xu from Uncle Qiao's school."

"Junior Brother Xu?" Li Linquan thought of that accidental meeting. At that time, he had just completed his magical powers. He had made considerable progress so quickly. He nodded secretly: "You are worthy of being the one who got the Xuanhong Sword to choose its master."

Liu Zhengqi certainly didn't know what Li Linquan was thinking, otherwise he would have been shocked. He just looked at the mysterious light in the distance and found that the momentum of the sky-high light lasted for a moment and slowly descended. He said, "It seems to be just a small trouble. Junior Brother Xu should handle it himself."

"Yes." Li Linquan nodded and said, "Let's go. We still have to find the location of the 'Heavenly God General'."

After he finished speaking, the divine light faded and was taken back into Li Linquan's brows. The two of them also withdrew their attention and continued to move in the original direction.

However, what they didn't know was that, even further away, there was a mass of pure white mist that seemed to have condensed into substance. It had been quietly lying on the ground. As Xu Heng's mysterious light shot into the sky, it suddenly shook, and then the mist seemed to roll and flow, and the entire mass actually headed in that direction.

……

In the valley.

Although Xu Heng's magic had stopped, there was still a hot air lingering in the valley that did not dissipate for a long time.

Everyone was somewhat shocked. Zong Jin couldn't help but say, "Junior brother, your magical power is the strongest among all the Xuanguang cultivators I have ever seen in my life..."

He was worthy of being Master Qiao’s founding disciple, and he kept these words in his heart.

After all, among the three generations, except for Qiao Cheng who never accepted any disciples, the first disciples of the others were already the pillars of the younger generation of Xuanwei. Xu Heng smiled slightly.

He had originally built up a superior foundation for Taoism, and both the "Xuanmen Chonghe Pian" and the "Shangying Zhenyang Baolu" had some characteristics of strong magical powers. Later, he took elixirs and absorbed the dragon power grass, so his magical powers were naturally strong.

But if we ask whether there is anyone among the Xuanguan cultivators who can compare with him, Xu Heng feels that there must be someone, it’s just that Zong Jin has not seen him.

Therefore, when he heard this, he did not feel any waves in his heart, but just said: "Although we have temporarily forced those underground zombies to retreat, it is not time to relax yet. We should leave as soon as possible."

"Yes." Hua Feihua said, "And why there are zombies underground is really weird. I think we should return to the mountain and report everything."

Zong Jin glanced at the crack in the ground, sighed softly, and nodded, saying, "Junior sister, what you said makes sense, and we have all used up a lot of mana, so it's not suitable for us to explore anymore. Let's go now."

Zhang Xian couldn't help but say: "It's a pity that we didn't find that Disha..."

As he was talking, he patted his forehead and sighed, "Never mind, it is at least a credit."

Wang Yao had the lowest level of cultivation and was in the weakest condition, so naturally he had no objection. So the group came to Xiaotian, and after a fierce battle, they did not gain anything, and thus set out on their journey home.

But perhaps it was the saying that good things will come after bad times. As they were returning along the same route, they suddenly smelled a refreshing fragrance. Zhang Xian suddenly became alert and said, "Some magical herbs have grown, and they are so fragrant. There must be quite a few of them..."

Perhaps he didn't want to be scolded for being 'blinded by profit' again, so he looked at the faces of the crowd and asked, "Do you want to go over and take a look?"

Zong Jin pondered and said, "If there are any spiritual herbs that have grown, it wouldn't be a big deal to pick some of them... What do you think, Junior Brother Xu?"

Xu Heng felt that since they had already left the valley, there was no need to spoil the fun, so he nodded and said, "I have no objection either."

So the group followed the scent and after walking quite a distance, they finally saw a field of lavender flowers in the mist.

Everyone took a closer look, and no one could tell what kind it was. Instead, they all looked happy. Discovering a new kind of spiritual herb and flower was definitely a credit. If it had some special medicinal effects, that would be even better.

Hua Feihua urged everyone to pick the fruits carefully and not to break the rules.

Seeing this, Xu Heng also picked a few ripe ones and was putting them into his storage bag when he happened to look up and his gaze suddenly froze.

At the end of my sight, I saw a ball of pure white mist rolling in. Wherever it passed, it dispelled the fog and swallowed up everything. It was very strange.

"What's wrong, Junior Brother?" Hua Feihua had just finished picking herbs and saw that Xu Heng looked a little strange, so she asked. Following his gaze, she suddenly saw a pure white mist rolling in. She couldn't help but ask in surprise, "What is this?"

Xu Heng shook his head first. He did not feel any crisis coming, but his brows were still furrowed. After all, compared with ordinary fog, this pure white mist was too discordant.

"Something is out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on." Xu Heng felt a little uneasy and said, "It looks like this thing is heading right here, so we'd better get out of the way."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, the pure white mist suddenly surged up as if in a riot.

(End of this chapter)