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Chapter 256 Cultivation World 45
Si Lingle was busy building a new city, and it took more than half a year for Ping Le City to be completed.

After the establishment, the ordinary people from Yu Kingdom, as well as the villagers of Muyu Village under the jurisdiction of Baizhan Sect, were all relocated to Pingle City.

Ping Le City also divided up land, and defensive arrays were set up on these lands to prevent the invasion of monsters.

After handling these matters, Si Lingle went into seclusion, while the affairs of the sect were temporarily handled by True Lord Changming.

Si Lingle prepared to modify the detector again.

After the modification, it can detect high-level spiritual plants and demonic beasts.

In addition, Si Lingle also refined many array plates and pills, and drew many talismans.

Several years later, Si Lingle emerged from seclusion.

After emerging from seclusion, Si Lingle planned to go on a training journey, leaving the affairs of the sect to be managed by True Monarch Changming. After all, he had been the sect leader before, and he was adept at handling sect matters.

Si Lingle went to the largest mountain range in the Jiuli Realm, the Fengling Mountain Range.

The towering peaks, shrouded in mist, appear and disappear amidst the clouds, resembling a mysterious fairyland. The peaks, capped with snow, contrast sharply with the surrounding green forests.

As Si Lingle approached the Wind Spirit Mountains, she sensed a powerful aura. It was the majestic and mysterious presence emanating from the mountains themselves.

Si Lingle went directly into the inner perimeter of the Fengling Mountain Range. Once inside, Si Lingle activated her Heavenly Eye and took out a detector.

After a while, the detector emitted a rapid vibration, and the detector's screen clearly showed a place with an unusually dense spiritual energy.

Si Lingle flew in that direction, and as she flew, the probe continuously guided her, helping her avoid dangerous areas.

Finally, Si Lingle arrived at a valley. A thin layer of mist permeated the valley, containing abundant spiritual energy. Si Lingle cautiously entered the valley, the detector in her hand constantly sending signals, telling her that the target was ahead.

Parting a thick patch of grass, Si Lingle's eyes lit up. A seven-colored spirit star grass, radiating a seven-colored light, appeared before her. The seven-colored spirit star grass was covered with crystal-clear spirit fruits, each of which emitted an enticing fragrance.

These spiritual fruits shimmered with different colors: red like fire, blue like ice, and green like jade. Each color represented different attributes and effects.

The Seven-Colored Spirit Star Grass is usually guarded by the Ink-Scaled Beast, but no Ink-Scaled Beast has been seen yet.

Si Lingle carefully picked the spiritual fruits and placed them into a specially made storage container, which she then put into her storage ring.

The Ink-Lin Beast has returned.

This Molin beast was enormous, more than two people tall, and its entire body was covered with scales as hard as iron, shimmering with a cold metallic luster. It stood in front of Si Lingle like a small mountain, bringing her a great sense of oppression.

With a casual sweep of its thick, powerful tail, it stirred up a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky, leaving behind deep furrows.

The Molin Beast's blood-red eyes burned with a frenzied rage as it fixed its gaze on Si Lingle, spewing out scorching white breath. Its violent aura was palpable, and a fierce battle was about to erupt.

The Ink-Lin Beast launched the first attack. It used the "Earth Stomp" skill, and in an instant, the ground shook violently, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web. Si Lingle was in the middle of it, as if she were in a surging wave of earth.

Immediately afterwards, the Molin Beast used the shadows to unleash "Shadow Strike," instantly teleporting in front of Si Lingle and extending its sharp claws to grab her fiercely.

At the same time, its "dark shield" emitted a faint light, resisting any possible counterattack from Si Lingle.

Si Lingle was prepared. The moment the Mo Lin Beast launched "Earth Stomp", she jumped onto a relatively stable piece of ground.

Faced with the Molin Beast's "Shadow Strike," she quickly summoned the Azure Beginning Sword, drawing a sharp sword curtain in front of her to block the Molin Beast's claws.

The blade clashed with the claw, sparks flying.

The eyes of the Inklin Beast are relatively vulnerable, its abdomen has a brief period of weak defense after activating "Earth Rock Stomp", and it is somewhat afraid of light-attribute attacks.

When the Ink-Lin Beast unleashed "Earth Stomp" again, Si Lingle seized the opportunity and took out a light-attribute spirit crystal from her bosom. She embedded the spirit crystal into the sword, and instantly, the longsword shone brightly, the dazzling light-attribute power merging with the Nine Netherworld Flame within her body.

With a loud shout, Si Lingle charged towards the Ink-Lin Beast like an arrow released from a bow, thrusting her sword into its abdomen. The blade easily sliced ​​through its belly, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The Ink-Lin Beast let out a painful howl, its massive body swaying a few times.

Although severely injured, the Ink-Lin Beast struggled desperately, waving its claws and trying to grab Si Lingle. Si Lingle, with her agile movements, dodged each attack.

Si Lingle unleashed the Magnetic Blade Storm, manipulating the magnetic field to condense into sharp magnetic blades, forming a storm that swept over the Ink-Scaled Beast.

The Ink-Lin Beast has lost most of its fighting power.

Si Lingle seized the opportunity and launched another attack. The Molin Beast crashed to the ground, lifeless.

After collecting the corpse of the Ink-Scaled Beast, Si Lingle continued to gather other high-level spiritual plants.

As dusk enveloped the Fengling Mountains, Si Lingle noticed an unusual flow of spiritual energy on a cliff—ordinary mountain winds swirled here, carrying withered leaves and condensing into a faint, indistinct rune pattern.

Her fingertips lightly touched the rock wall, and ripples suddenly appeared on the bluish-gray stone surface. A barrier light screen engraved with star totems appeared, which was the entrance barrier of the ancient cultivation cave.

Eight illusory stone gates with ancient seal script characters "Open, Rest, Life, Death, Shock, Injury, Block, Scenery" floated on the light screen, each gate flickering with the fluctuations of spiritual energy.

"Ancient restrictions, eight gates rotate, following the order brings life, going against it brings death"—this is a Qimen Dunjia formation that must be traversed in a specific order. Si Lingle used her divine sense to investigate and discovered a hidden pattern in the flickering of the stone gates: the Death Gate was always dark, while the Life Gate emitted a faint light every three breaths, indicating that this was the starting point of the formation.

She noticed that as the mountain wind passed through the crevices in the rocks, it created intermittent rhythms on the carved stone walls. Combining these rhythms with the wind's cadence, she deduced the eight-eight-cycle rhythm:

Life Gate (long, drawn-out wind) → Rest Gate (repeated echoes) → Open Gate (sound of falling stones) → View Gate (light spots dancing).

When the sequence is correct, the phantom stone gate transforms into a physical passage; if incorrect, it triggers a thunderous backlash, causing purple lightning to erupt from the rock walls.

Passing through the eight gates, the restriction erupted—violent spiritual energy surged like a giant wave, impacting the meridians and attempting to tear apart Si Lingle's dantian, the intruder.

Si Lingle immediately activated her cultivation technique, channeling the surging spiritual energy into her entire body's bones, using the power of the restriction to temper her flesh and blood. The spiritual energy within her body transformed from a violent state to a warm, liquid state, eventually condensing into a wisp of true essence deep within her bones, and the restriction dissipated in response.

The moment the barrier was broken, the rock wall silently opened up.

A clear, refreshing spring overflows from the deep passage, and the stone steps are covered with glowing moss. At the end of the passage is a cultivation chamber with a dome covered with runes.

The central stone platform displays jade slips and magical artifacts, while the side chamber's medicinal garden is growing spirit spring fruits that have long since disappeared. The fragrance of the fruits awakens a sudden enlightenment in one's consciousness—this is proof that ancient cultivators protected their lineage with restrictions.

Si Lingyue examined the jade slips on display. The jade slips recorded that the master of this cave was named Zizhen, and was a talisman master of the Wanfu Sect ten thousand years ago.

She cultivated to the peak of Mahayana, but failed to find a breakthrough opportunity. Before her lifespan ended, she left the sect and found a place to wait for death.

This cave was where she died peacefully. As for the body of Daoist Zizhen, it was cremated by her own talisman array.

Her soul dissipated more than three thousand years ago.

As for the Myriad Talismans Sect, it still exists, but it is now a small sect.

Although it has become a small sect, it still has more disciples than the Hundred Battles Sect, with more than three hundred disciples.

Si Lingle collected everything in the cave and then left.

A day later, three monks arrived at the place.

Leading the group was a middle-aged cultivator in a brocade robe. His face was stern, and his eyes revealed a shrewdness and ruthlessness. Behind him were two young cultivators, a man and a woman. The man was burly and had an honest expression; the woman was sweet-looking with bright eyes. However, all three of them were currently focused on the broken barrier.

The three entered the cave. The middle-aged cultivator in the brocade robe glanced at the empty cave and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes: Who! Looted all the treasures in this cave!
Don't let him find it!

The honest-looking male cultivator said, "Senior Brother Zhong, judging from the marks on this restriction, it wasn't broken for long. Perhaps the other party hasn't left the Wind Spirit Mountain Range yet. Why don't we track them down?"

There must be many treasures in this ancient cave dwelling. I came here for those treasures.

How can I accept that the treasure has been snatched away by someone else?

The female cultivator spoke up, "Senior Brother Zhong, the ancient cultivator's cave must contain treasures that can help you advance your cultivation level. How could we let someone take them away? We must find the culprit."

“The Wind Spirit Mountain Range is so vast, how are we supposed to find them? Besides, they must have used a spirit-erasing technique to erase their spiritual energy traces. How are we supposed to find them again?” Zhong Neng said.

The female cultivator said, "Senior brother, I have a special magic weapon. Even if the other party uses the spirit-erasing technique, I can still see who took the treasure."

"Oh, then I'll trouble you, Junior Sister Kang."

Kang Hong nodded, took out her magic weapon, and activated it.

As the magic weapon was activated, a delicate face appeared on it.

After memorizing his appearance, the three began their search, but they couldn't find any cultivator with that look in the Wind Spirit Mountains.

Unbeknownst to them, Si Lingle had gone out to gain experience, and had disguised herself.

Moreover, they changed their disguises every month, so they couldn't find the person who took the treasure from the cave.

However, fate still led them to meet Si Lingle.

Si Lingle had just dealt with the fifth-tier Azure Scale Two-Headed Serpent when these three appeared, wanting to seize the Purple Scale Grass guarded by the Azure Scale Two-Headed Serpent.

This Purple Scale Grass is a sixth-grade spiritual herb! It is one of the spiritual plants used to refine the Nascent Soul Pill.

The three men's eyes gleamed with greed. After exchanging a telepathic message, they grabbed their weapons and attacked Si Lingle.

Si Lingle is currently concealing her cultivation level, which is only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Of the three, Zhong was at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, while the two younger ones were at the Mid-Nascent Soul stage. The three were certain that by launching a sneak attack and surrounding Si Lingle, they would be able to kill her, and then the Purple Scale Grass would be theirs.

However, they did not expect that Si Lingle had concealed her cultivation level; she was at the Nascent Soul stage, two levels higher than them.

With a single strike of Si Lingle's thunderous sword intent, the three of them were instantly annihilated.

Si Lingle collected the storage bags on the three people into her nano-bag and then harvested the Purple Scale Grass.

After collecting the items, Si Lingle continued her search for more valuable things.

More than half a year later, Si Lingle arrived at the western side of the Fengling Mountains. Looking up, she saw a vast and boundless swamp.

A thin, veil-like mist hung over the swamp, casting a hazy and ethereal glow in the setting sun. Occasionally, the calls of unidentified water birds echoed through the mist, adding to the mysterious atmosphere of the silent swamp.

Si Lingle took a cautious step forward, the ground beneath her feet making a soft "plop" sound, as if reminding her of the danger here. The surrounding water plants swayed gently in the breeze, as if showing her the unique vitality of this swamp.

Some of the aquatic plants grew very tall, almost reaching her knees, with glistening water droplets hanging on their leaves, shimmering with iridescent light under the sunlight.

In the swamp, puddles of varying sizes were scattered like stars. The water in these puddles was a deep green, appearing quite murky, as if concealing countless unknown secrets. Occasionally, ripples would appear on the surface, traces left by unknown creatures swimming underwater.

Looking further into the distance, where the swamp meets the horizon, there are several low hills. Sparse trees grow on the hills, their branches twisted yet sturdy, as if stubbornly struggling against this harsh environment.

Si Lingle took a deep breath. A faint stench filled the air, the smell of rotting water plants and soil.

As Si Lingle stepped into the depths of the swamp through the muddy humus, the purple poisonous miasma in the air suddenly condensed into a solid spider web.

She immediately erected a spiritual energy shield, only to find that her spiritual power was being devoured by some strange force. In the distance came a sickening sound of bones grinding together, and three Nascent Soul stage swamp crocodiles covered in moss broke out of the water, their scarlet vertical pupils reflecting distorted spatial ripples.

They bared their teeth and claws as they approached Si Lingle. Their eyes gleamed with ferocity, their thick limbs splashed mud and water in the mud, and their sharp teeth still bore traces of their prey's blood. They let out low growls, as if announcing the bloodshed and cruelty of this battle.

Si Lingle held the Qiankun Umbrella, her expression calm, her gaze fixed on the three ferocious beasts in front of her, her hair fluttering gently in the breeze.

Three swamp crocodiles surrounded Si Lingle in a triangular formation. One of them launched the first attack, rushing towards Si Lingle like an arrow. With a powerful sweep of its thick tail, it created a gust of wind and swept towards Si Lingle's legs.

The other two were not to be outdone, rapidly closing in from both sides, opening their gaping maws to reveal sharp teeth, intending to swallow Si Lingle whole. Suddenly, Si Lingle found herself surrounded on three sides, the air around her seemingly frozen in tension.

Si Lingle reacted quickly, opening the Qiankun Umbrella. The umbrella surface instantly emitted a layer of soft light, acting like a shield to block the swamp crocodile's sweeping tail.

The tail lashed heavily against the umbrella, but only produced a dull thud, failing to cause Si Lingle any harm.

Immediately afterward, Si Lingle spun the Qiankun Umbrella, its tip pointing towards the swamp crocodiles that were pouncing from both sides. A beam of light shot out from the tip of the umbrella, piercing the swamp crocodiles like an arrow.

A swamp crocodile was struck by the light, its body trembled slightly, and its movements immediately slowed down.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Si Lingle leaped forward and landed on the back of one of the swamp crocodiles. She pressed down hard with the Qiankun Umbrella in her hand, pressing the umbrella surface tightly against the swamp crocodile's back, rendering it unable to move.

However, the other two swamp crocodiles did not back down; instead, they launched an even more frenzied attack.

A crocodile lunged at Si Lingle with its front paws, but Si Lingle nimbly dodged to the side, simultaneously wielding the Qiankun Umbrella. The umbrella's surface sliced ​​across the swamp crocodile's paws like a sharp blade, leaving a bloody gash.

The other attacked from behind. Si Lingle sensed the movement behind her, quickly turned around, and fired a spiritual energy bullet.