Longevity starts with dual cultivation

Chapter 122: The boy who delivers treasure?

A groove suddenly appeared on the surface of the dark gold cylinder, turning into a hidden grid about half a foot square.

Ling Changqing bent down carefully to take a look and found a palm-sized black jade pill bottle inside.

He tried to touch it, and seeing no unusual reaction, he took it out directly.

"Is it a good thing? Let me see it?"

Ling Qiyue said as she took the pill bottle from him. The bottle was exquisitely crafted, the material had a light warmth to it, and the seal on the stopper was glowing.

However, this seal is to prevent the loss of medicinal properties and has no other function.

Ling Qiyue thought about it and tried to unscrew the lid. A strong medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out from the bottle.

The pill bottle contained ten longan-sized, golden-colored pills.

"This... should be a third-level lower-grade healing elixir, focusing on physical recovery..."

Ling Qiyue took a few breaths and looked uncertain.

She is now a third-level alchemist, so she can naturally determine the general purpose of this strange elixir. As for its other characteristics, she is not clear yet.

However, the third-grade elixir corresponds to the golden elixir level and is already a very precious resource.

Ling Changqing said: "Then put it away first, and study it slowly after taking it back!"

Although thousands and thousands of years have passed, the types of magical herbs and medicines growing in this world have not changed much.

The recipes for elixirs used by Hanhai Youming City are certainly different from those of the current Taoist forces, but there are many common raw materials for the elixirs.

Therefore, as long as Ling Qiyue is given enough time, it will not be difficult for her to study the detailed characteristics of these pills.

Of course, if you could have the opportunity to find some alchemy recipes here, then things would be even simpler.

"Shall we go to the next column and have a look?"

Ling Changqing said.

"and many more,"

Ling Qiyue said, "You've already tried it, so I should have a chance too, right?"

"Well, that's true!"

Ling Changqing reacted and retracted his steps.

Ling Qiyue concentrated her mind and imitated his approach, trying to communicate with the inside of the cylinder with her spiritual thoughts.

However, she tried for a long time, until her spiritual power was consumed by half, and the dark gold cylinder did not respond at all.

"That's weird, what's going on?"

Ling Qiyue looked at the cylinder in confusion, with a look of unwillingness.

"Forget it, let's go check at the next pillar."

Ling Changqing said, there are so many columns in the hall, there will always be a chance.

The two came to the second dark gold cylinder, and Ling Changqing did the same thing, extending his spiritual thoughts into the interior of the cylinder to communicate with it.

In a moment, with a slight clicking sound, a groove appeared on the surface of the column seven feet above the ground, and soon turned into a secret compartment about a foot square.

Ling Changqing reached his hand into the secret compartment and took out a silver-gray treasure box. The forbidden seal on the lid was glowing.

He sensed it briefly and then opened the box. On the white jade base inside, there was a handful of powder as fine as sand, which emitted golden starlight under the pearl light.

"It looks like it should be Moon Shadow Shengxing Sand, one of the auxiliary spiritual gold materials used in refining mid- and low-grade magic weapons."

Ling Qiyue said with satisfaction.

The usage of this thing is not large. Just adding a small amount can increase the power of the magic weapon by about 10% to 20%.

Whether you take it back for your own use or to sell it, it is a very good choice.

"Okay, Senior Sister, are you coming?"

Ling Changqing put away the treasure box and stepped back two steps, allowing Ling Qiyue to continue trying.

But this time, her luck was still not very good. After trying for a while, she still got nothing.

Ling Qiyue looked a little depressed. When she reached the third column, she said:

"I still don't believe it. Let me go first this time!"

Ling Changqing nodded and let her try first.

This time there was finally a different result. With a slight clicking sound, a secret compartment appeared on the surface of the column about a foot above the ground.

Ling Qiyue, with a smile on her face, reached into the secret compartment and took out an exquisitely beautiful red jade hairpin with a bright glow.

"Low-grade spiritual weapon? That's it?"

Ling Qiyue's eyes could not hide the disappointment. Every single thing that her junior brother had gained was more valuable than hers.

It really is...it feels so depressing!

"Okay, let me do it!"

Ling Changqing said this and continued to move forward and try.

The opportunity in the secret compartment this time was a jade pendant that shone with precious light, about half the size of a palm, and was a top-grade spiritual weapon.

As long as it is sacrificed and refined, this thing can spontaneously protect its master in times of crisis and block three fatal attacks for its master.

"Yes, this thing is just right for you. Let's refine it now!"

Ling Qiyue smiled and said that she would of course be happy to see that her junior brother had more ways to save his life.

As for the red jade hairpin, she didn't even look at it and gave it to Ling Changqing as well.

In this way, the two continued to take turns, trying one dark gold cylinder after another.

Ling Changqing gained something from the fourth and fifth pillars, but he was turned down for the first time at the sixth pillar.

"Haha, it turns out that your luck isn't always good, little junior brother?"

Ling Qiyue finally regained some confidence and teased with a smile.

"That's normal. Luck blessing is not omnipotent. It's impossible that there will be times when you fail."

Ling Changqing didn't feel disappointed at all, as he had already gained a lot of benefits.

This time, Ling Qiyue got a jade slip, which contained first- and second-level pill recipes. It was not very useful to her, but it was still of reference value.

The two continued to try, and when most of their spiritual power was consumed, they took pills to recover as quickly as possible.

After all, we can only stay here for twelve hours, but there are hundreds of dark gold cylinders. If we need to rest halfway, it will be too late.

As time went by, one harvest after another appeared and was pocketed by the couple.

However, the difference is also obvious. Among about ten pillars, Ling Changqing can open at least six or seven, or even more.

But Ling Qiyue was depressed. Among the ten pillars, she could only open two or three at most, and the things she got were not of high quality.

"Calculating the time, we can only open 30% of the pillars at most. The rest will be too late anyway!"

Ling Changqing said with a frown.

He now understood that this cylinder itself should be some kind of special magical weapon of the Hanhai Youming City.

As long as the cultivator's spiritual thoughts can communicate with it and match certain special fluctuations, the pillar can be opened, otherwise nothing will be gained.

"Be content, we have gained enough benefits now. If it were someone else, it would be impossible for them to gain so much!"

Ling Qiyue smiled. She had adjusted her mindset now. With her junior brother around, the important opportunity in the fairy palace ruins would not fall into the hands of others.

……

Outside, at the magnificent entrance to the palace.

“…Damn it, we’ve finally made it this far!”

The haggard elder in black let out a sigh, and recalled the various dangers he had encountered along the way, still feeling a lingering fear.

Several times, he thought he had no way to escape, as those deadly traps and restrictions were so rare that he had never seen them before.

Looking around him, he found that there were less than fifteen of his men still alive, and half of them were injured.

Moreover, when the elder was besieged by numerous Taoist puppets, he acted decisively and used a killer weapon to lead them out of the siege.

Otherwise, he would have no chance to step into the core area of ​​the immortal palace ruins.

“…Elder, what should we do now?”

A black monk with half a leg broken asked, "Rest for two hours and recover your magic power first!"

The elder gave the order and sat down in a random corner.

The other fourteen monks also sat down around him, taking the pills and then regulating their breathing to recover.

We might have to face a big war later, and I don’t know how many people will be able to return alive.

After a moment, the elder, who had recovered his breath, opened his eyes and looked around the hall.

Finally, his gaze stopped on the thirteen magnificent portals in the central area, his brows furrowed and he remained silent.

"It looks like the group that came in first has already taken the lead."

The elder said slowly, feeling irritated in his heart.

He thought that by using his trump card he could catch up with the progress of the group ahead and grab the most important opportunity, but he never expected that he would still fall behind.

By now, the other party must have entered one of these portals and is searching for opportunities inside.

But there is no way of knowing which portal is the core area of ​​the immortal palace ruins.

"Elder, we now have two choices,"

The fake Dan Zhenren holding the star-shaped magic weapon said: "One is not to go in, but wait outside for them to come out.

The second is to find the correct door and go in, then compete with them for the opportunity!"

"Wait and see?"

Elder Jindan frowned and said, "It's a good idea to wait for them to come out, but we can't be sure whether they will come out..."

What this means is that if there was another exit in the Immortal Palace ruins, the group of people who entered earlier would have left long ago and would never have returned the same way.

Therefore, it is highly likely that you will wait in vain.

"Then... try the correct portals one by one?"

Fake Dan Zhenren suggested cautiously.

Existing means cannot directly identify the correct portal, so we can only use this stupid method.

Jindan Zhenren nodded and said, "Okay, the rest of you... start from the right, one door at a time, and go in to see what's going on!
By the way, leave your storage bags behind before you go in, and I’ll return them to you when you come out!"

The first ones he targeted were the monks with the lowest cultivation and those who were injured, making it clear that he wanted to use them as cannon fodder.

If they never have the chance to come out again, these storage bags will naturally belong to the elders.

“…Yes, Elder!”

The injured guys looked at each other, agreed reluctantly, took off their storage bags and handed them to the elder.

At the first gate on the right, a black-robed monk in the middle stage of foundation building paused at the door for a moment, then raised his leg timidly.

Under the gazes of everyone, most of his body entered the portal, and then he seemed to be grabbed and pulled hard by some huge force, and disappeared into the depths of the portal.

Faint howls came from inside, so shrill, twisted and creepy, as if someone was enduring some unimaginable torture.

The elder frowned and said, "It seems that there is something wrong with this door. Yuan Kong, try the second door!"

The death of one of his men did not move him at all.

"Yes, elder!"

The black-robed monk named Yuan Kong agreed in a low voice, stood up and walked towards him step by step.

Even though he was unwilling, he had no ability to go against the will of the elders.

The organization has a strict hierarchy and strict rules. If you disobey your superiors, you will end up dying.

After more than ten breaths, Yuan Kong walked into the second portal, and his entire body disappeared like a drop in the ocean, without any news from him.

The elder shook his head and said, "It seems this door doesn't work either. Yuanjiang, go to the third door and have a look!"

So, the third black-robed monk who was called stood up dejectedly and walked towards the door.

Just like that, after losing ten men in a row, when they reached the third gate on the left, the situation finally changed.

In the hall inside the portal.

"...Senior Sister, someone is coming in!"

Ling Changqing's face changed slightly and he gave a warning.

Just as he finished speaking, with a flash of light, a black-robed monk with a dazed look appeared in the center of the hall.

He shook his head, as if he had not yet adapted to the spatial dizziness caused by the transmission process.

"Let's go!"

Ling Qiyue let out a delicate cry, and a sharp sword energy fell down like a streak of silk. With a slight spin, it cut through the protective light curtain and cut off his two arms. In an instant, blood was dripping.

The black-robed monk screamed and subconsciously turned around to escape, but Ling Changqing followed with a thunder talisman, leaving him where he was forever.

Outside the portal.

"Elder, this door seems a little different,"

There was a hint of surprise in Master Jiadan's voice. He vaguely felt that his companion did not die immediately.

It should be that the group of monks who entered first had a conflict with their own people, which means that they finally found the right place.

The elder made a prompt decision: "In that case, let's go in and take a look together!"

Perhaps this move is a bit risky, but there is no other choice.

Including the elder himself, there were only five people left at the scene. If they continued to fight, I was afraid that not even one of them would survive.

So when they used all kinds of defensive measures and rushed into the gate, they were faced with a frantic siege from a large group of Taoist soldiers and puppets.

These second- and third-level puppets were of course the work of Ling Qiyue. In addition, when the second black-robed monk appeared, deafening thunder roars continued, covering the entire venue.

"what--"

The guy screamed miserably, and several layers of protective light screens collapsed. In the blink of an eye, he was beaten into a sieve by the intensive attack. His cultivation in the late stage of foundation building was completely useless.

The second figure was a fake Dan Zhenren. He could only hold on for a few more breaths before he was swarmed over by two third-order Taoist puppets and chopped into several pieces.

Then, the Golden Core Elder and the last two Fake Core True Men appeared.

A thick, dark light shield emerged, temporarily blocking the surrounding torrential attacks, but it was also suffering continuous losses.

The light shield was emitted by a pitch-black formation flag in the hands of Elder Jindan, and it was obviously a genuine magic weapon.

"How dare you... do this?"

After seeing that there were only two people on the other side, the Golden Core Elder flew into a rage and shouted:

"You actually attacked and killed the disciples of my Yuan Mo Sect. Do you want to be exterminated?"

Ling Changqing snorted coldly: "Come on, you are about to die and you are still talking nonsense!"

As he spoke, several more thunder talismans were cast out, and blindingly large bolts of lightning fell one after another.

His powerful magical powers are limited now, but fortunately his soul is strong enough to control and command groups of Taoist puppets to attack.

Then, assisted by the second-level talisman attack, it actually caused considerable pressure on the opponent.

Ling Qiyue was also not idle. The sharp and cold sword energy was entangled and quickly consumed the magic power of the Jindan Elder.

However, the counterattacks of the other three people were all blocked by Fenghuo Panyun Bell, and they could not do anything to them in a short period of time.

"You want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Seeing that his side was at a disadvantage, Elder Jindan became more and more angry. He rummaged in his storage bag for a while and took out a palm-sized blood-red humanoid puppet.

"Pfft!"

A slight sound of breaking through the air was heard, and more than ten needle-shaped flying rays flashed by in a flash, penetrating the protection of the formation flags and magic weapons, and pierced more than ten fist-sized holes in the body of the Jindan Elder.

"..."

Elder Jindan lowered his head in shock, he felt his magic power rapidly draining away and his mind fell into darkness.

Once the leader died, it went without saying that the remaining two fake Dan Zhenren were beheaded by Ling Qiyue in one round.

"They...are they considered treasure-giving boys?"

Looking at the multiple storage bags, storage bracelets and other space artifacts hanging on the body of the Jindan Elder, Ling Changqing couldn't help but laugh.

(End of this chapter)