The myth begins with the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 119 Visitors
Making fire was a remarkable attempt for the five fairies, but for Ding Lin it was just an insignificant episode during his practice. After a little adjustment and some casual actions, he dived into the water again and continued his practice.

Ding Lin has been doing this these days. He balanced his time, spending half of it looking for the Earth Soul and the other half on practicing. After all, although the Earth Soul could not be found for the time being, his cultivation had not yet reached a bottleneck and could still be improved.

……

early morning.

At a certain moment, Ding Lin suddenly opened his eyes at the bottom of the lake. He seemed to sense something, took out the divine seal, used his demonic energy to say a few words, and slightly moved the restrictions to release the mountain gate. Then, he swung his tail and flew towards the water surface. While moving, his body began to change, lengthening and becoming taller. When he came out of the water, the small carp had turned back into a man in a red robe. The water surface was rippled, and countless water drops fell everywhere. Ding Lin touched the water surface with his toes, and flew to the shore like a dragonfly skimming the water, and then sat down on a huge rock.

Somewhat hot.

Ding Lin looked up at the sky. He didn't know whether it was because it was the hottest time of the year, or because he had just come out of the water and was not used to it yet, but he felt it was abnormally hot. It was still morning and the sky had just gotten brighter, but the sun was already high in the sky, hanging brightly in the air. The sky was clear and blue, with sparse white clouds, and one had to look far away to find one.

"Know!"

"Got it!"

The cicadas' mournful chirping no longer waits until the afternoon, but begins in the early morning.

Not long after Ding Lin sat down on the boulder, he sensed a demon coming in from the mountain gate. He manipulated the divine seal to close the mountain gate. After a while, three figures appeared in his sight. In the sunlight, they were blue, white and black. The green and white snakes dragged their long tails and stood on both sides with a respectful attitude. The shadow in the middle was a complete human figure. It was a great demon in the Yuanshen realm, with black hair combed up in a bun. It was Quexian.

The green snake and the white snake led her to the top of the mountain.

"I've met the mountain owner."

Quexian bowed first, which was normal. In the world of demons, strength is respected. Even Chi Lian could bully her, let alone Ding Lin who killed Chi Lian. She was even a little nervous. Now she had left her own Taoist temple and had no big formation to help her. And she was in Ding Lin's home court. Due to various factors, if Ding Lin attacked her, she would find it difficult to get out of the way.

Ding Lin did not stand up, still sitting cross-legged on the boulder, and nodded.

"We parted hastily that night. Originally, I should have congratulated you earlier, but I thought that the mountain master had just occupied the mountain and must be busy with many things. I was afraid that if I rashly visited him, I would disturb him. So I waited until now. This is my gift to congratulate the mountain master on his occupation of the mountain."

Magpie Immortal said, and the demonic energy in his palm flashed, revealing a radiant ginseng with purple energy flowing around its body. The ginseng's head had a tangled beard and a faint dragon head could be seen.

Ding Lin's eyes fell on the ginseng and he couldn't move away.

"I found this purple dragon king ginseng several hundred years ago. At that time, it was already nearly a thousand years old. I carefully nurtured it for another thousand years. Now the ginseng head has become a dragon. It has been cultivated. I hope the mountain master will accept it."

A look of pain appeared on Quexian's face.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

Ding Lindao, as the saying goes, when you give a gift to someone, you must have something in mind. Even an ordinary ginseng can be considered a good treasure as long as it is a hundred years old. What's more, this one is the best ginseng. The Purple Dragon King Ginseng, which is nearly one thousand five hundred years old, can be called a treasure on earth.

Just by close contact, Ding Lin could feel a faint desire in his blood. This ginseng seemed to help him increase the concentration of his blood, and perhaps even slightly increase the chance of turning into a dragon. How could such a treasure be used only as a gift?

"Your Excellency has a keen eye..."

The magpie fairy was silent for a moment, then began to speak slowly, inadvertently changing his address.

"My Lord has occupied the Snake Peak for more than a few months. I think he has a certain understanding of the many forces in Qingcheng Mountain."

Magpie Fairy Road.

Ding Lin did not answer, but motioned for Quexian to continue.

"My magic power is low, so I am not qualified to occupy a mountain. Even though the spiritual vein of Lingque Peak is the lowest among the 17 branches of Qingcheng Mountain, I dare not deceive you. The reason why I was able to occupy it is that I was secretly protected by the old turtle of Wannian Peak."

The magpie fairy continued.

Ding Lin's eyes flashed and he glanced at the white snake. He had heard from the white snake about the old turtle. It was the farthest peak among the three peaks near the Chan Snake Peak. According to the white snake, the old turtle had a high realm, but was quiet in nature and did not like fighting. That was why he was not well-known.

"At that time, Zhang Daoling had just ascended to heaven. The Five Pecks of Rice Sect was oppressed by various parties and had to close its mountain gate. Qingcheng Mountain was in turmoil, and fourteen of the seventeen remaining peaks were vacant. Two great Yuanshen demons fought for Lingque Peak, but both were injured. I took advantage of it. Later, I actually found a bunch of purple dragon king ginseng on Lingque Peak, and this one was the oldest one."

"At that time, Lingque Peak was not as desolate as it is now. The spiritual energy in the peak could rank among the top three among all the remaining veins of Qingcheng. I was very happy to find the ginseng, but I also knew that I could not defend Lingque Peak, so I planned to pull out the ginseng and run away. However, I met the old turtle. The old turtle was really powerful. I watched helplessly as two old souls were slapped to death by him. Not only did he seize the Wannian Peak himself, but he also helped me occupy the Lingque Peak."

"There is only one condition. Every hundred years, I must send five to seven 500-year-old Purple Dragon King Ginsengs to Wannian Peak, and he will protect me for eight hundred years."

"In other words, I am his spiritual farmer."

"The numbers from five to seven and eight were also arrived at by the old turtle after observation. There are nearly fifty Dragon King Ginsengs in that clump, the oldest of which is over four hundred years old, and the number decreases year by year. What the old turtle meant was that I should raise a batch of five-hundred-year-old ones and send them to him."

"After eight hundred years, all the ginseng will have grown."

"Although I can't get ginseng, it's a great thing to have a spiritual vein to live in. When I was young, my aptitude was average. Although I got a fragment of the scripture, I was limited by my aptitude and could only use one of the methods in it to form a demon pill. Later, although I had another opportunity and made a great leap and barely achieved the Yuanshen, the injury to the Niwan also cut off my way forward."

“But I saw hope at that time. If I could recuperate in this spiritual vein, I might be able to repair the injury of Niwan in eight hundred years. The method I practiced was also derived from that incomplete scripture, and it is a continuation of the same lineage. If Niwan is repaired, I might be able to practice again and continue on the road ahead. But at that time, I was still young and inexperienced. I only calculated the time, but I didn’t expect that nurturing this kind of spiritual ginseng would cause the spiritual energy of Lingque Peak to continue to decline.”

"The consumption of spiritual energy by treasures like this is also alarming. Over the past eight hundred years, with the harvest of spiritual ginseng, the spiritual energy on the peak has gone from being ranked in the top three among all the peaks to being at the bottom now. And as the spiritual energy of the mountain range has depleted, the time I have to recuperate has naturally increased accordingly. Now that the eight hundred-year time limit has expired, my injuries are still a little short of being fully healed.

“Maybe a dozen years, maybe decades.”

"A few days ago, I sent the last batch of Dragon King Ginseng to Wannian Peak, and the old turtle said that the money had been paid and he had nothing to do with me from now on. It happened that the master gave me the Red Snake Demon Pill a few days ago, so I asked him to protect me for a few more decades and gave me the Red Snake Demon Pill as a reward."

(End of this chapter)