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Chapter 183 My legs are numb

“This place isn’t far from the Void Realm, no wonder you were able to get here.” Sang Hua said, looking Mo Qianxun up and down. “Impressive. It’s only been a short time since I last saw you, and you’re already close to Foundation Establishment. With your speed, you’d probably make countless people envious outside.”

Mo Qianxun chuckled: "It's all thanks to everyone's help! Then I won't bother you any longer, I still need to go cultivate."

"There's no need to walk so fast. Your physical body will automatically absorb spiritual energy while it's mainly in the Void Realm. Why don't you come and explore the area with me?"

Mo Qianxun looked at the desolate place and said, "What's there to see here? I don't have a penchant for visiting battlefields."

Sang Hua rolled her eyes: "You should know that this is a battlefield between gods and demons. Those fallen demons or immortals drop a lot of good stuff. Isn't the bracelet on your wrist the best proof of that?"

Mo Qianxun thought of the bracelet Yuan Jinyue had given her, and it seemed to be true.

"You should have said so earlier! If you had, I would have brought the detector back." Without the detector, Mo Qianxun could only look down and search.

In the Void Realm, they felt neither hunger nor tiredness, so they cultivated day and night.

Originally, it was a vast expanse of white, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night.

After a while, Mo Qianxun patted her Qiankun bag: "It wasn't a wasted trip, this trip really wasn't a wasted trip." The Qiankun bag was already full.

Sang Hua, no longer the generous man he had been at the beginning, looked at Mo Qianxun's satisfied expression and snorted: "I only asked you to pick up a symbolic amount, but you're quite something. When locusts pass through, not a blade of grass grows."

"This is nothing, I haven't been over there yet." Mo Qianxun pointed in a direction.

Sang Hua slapped her hand away: "You can't go there."

"why?"

"That's where the Demon Lord and the God of Luo Hua perished together. It's a place where the spiritual and demonic energy is most concentrated and chaotic. Even I wouldn't dare go there easily. You... you should probably forget about it." He had indeed never been to that place.

However, it wasn't because he couldn't withstand the demonic energy, but because that place imprisoned a wisp of the Demon Lord's primordial spirit.

Back then, when the Demon Lord and Luo Hua perished together, he deliberately separated a wisp of his primordial spirit to escape that calamity. He originally intended to start over, but was sealed in that place by the Heavenly Emperor who came to support him.

That place is now a forbidden area of ​​the ancient battlefield, and he will not allow anyone to approach it.

"Oh, never mind then." Mo Qianxun didn't insist. If she wasn't allowed to go, she wouldn't go. She was the kind of person who always listened to advice.

Looking at the unusually obedient Mo Qianxun, Sang Hua was somewhat surprised: "I thought you would persevere."

"You said it yourself, there's danger over there. Why would I go? We have a saying there: 'Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, we still retreat.'" Mo Qianxun smiled and continued searching for treasure.

"Alright, your Qiankun bag is already full, why are you still looking?" Sang Hua grabbed her collar speechlessly.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You want to back out?" Mo Qianxun twisted her body, trying to free her collar from his grasp.

Sang Hua looked at Mo Qianxun writhing like a snake, a smile flashing in his eyes: "It's not that you want to back out, it's that you should leave. Oh, by the way, just a friendly reminder, some of the weapons you picked up are from the demon race. Unless you have a dark elemental root, you can't activate these weapons."

"Dark elemental roots? I've heard of them, but I've never seen them."

“Dark-type spiritual roots are rare. In the cultivation world, people think that those with dark-type spiritual roots are demonic cultivators, so they are not well-liked. However, both dark-type and light-type spiritual roots are mutated spiritual roots, the kind that are very powerful. Therefore, only one person with a dark-type spiritual root may appear in hundreds or thousands of years, and their ending is often tragic.” Sang Hua sighed. In this world, people still have some prejudice against dark-type spiritual roots.

Mo Qianxun nodded: "Okay, I understand!" They weren't afraid, as long as the person had good character, what did it matter if they were from the Dark faction? "Alright, then you should leave now!" Sang Hua gently pushed her.

Mo Qianxun instantly felt a suction force pulling her in, and when she came to her senses again, she was already back in the Void Secret Realm.

Mo Qianxun subconsciously touched the Qiankun bag on her body. Fortunately, the things she had picked up were still there.

"Hiss~ Chihiro, can you stand up?" Chen Min's pained expression came from the side.

Mo Qianxun subconsciously looked over and saw Chen Min with one hand on her waist and the other on her leg.

Everyone else also looked distressed.

Mo Qianxun stood up and looked at them: "What's wrong with you all?"

"Quick, help me up, my legs are numb." Chen Min reached out her hand to Mo Qianxun for help.

Mo Qianxun looked at the others: "You too?"

The group nodded, looking aggrieved. They had been sitting for too long, and their legs were numb.

"Sigh, so delicate." Mo Qianxun smiled smugly and helped them up.

Ling Feng and Lu Tao exchanged a glance. They seemed to have said those words to Mo Qianxun before. Why were they returning them so quickly?
After the four people's leg numbness subsided, they looked at the lively Mo Qianxun with some envy: "High cultivation level is indeed good. Even those of us who have trained for many years can't match your physical fitness."

Mo Qianxun said proudly, "Of course, but don't be discouraged. One day, you won't have numb legs even if you meditate for a month. By the way, come and see the new weapon I prepared for you."

Mo Qianxun took out all the treasures she had found in her Qiankun Bag.

Seeing this, the four men's lips twitched slightly: "Qianxun, you... you moved Elder Xuanyue's entire storeroom here, didn't you? No, when did you move it? How come we didn't know?"

"What? I found all of these myself on the ancient battlefield. I just had an out-of-body experience and went treasure hunting on the ancient battlefield. These are all loot I collected. Come and see if there's anything suitable for you."

As Mo Qianxun spoke, she rummaged through the contents, trying to find a sharp weapon for herself.

Watching Mo Qianxun rummage through the relics of the ancient demon and god races like he was rummaging through a trash can, the four of them looked somewhat helpless.

"What are you standing there for? Come and look around. What if you find a weapon that suits you?" Mo Qianxun was speechless at their lack of enthusiasm.

"I'm coming."

Five people sat in a circle, each taking turns rummaging through the items; it looked a bit like a scene of dividing up spoils.

Finally, Mo Qianxun chose a golden whip, Ling Feng chose a purple sword, Chen Min chose a red-tasseled spear carved with flames, Lu Tao chose a sword that was entirely ice blue and gleamed with a faint cold light, and Bai Shuang chose a golden staff.

"I've chosen everything, so I'll pack it up now."

"it is good."

The five of them put the weapons into Mo Qianxun's Qiankun bag together.

"By the way, have you seen Xiao Xiangliu and 008?" Mo Qianxun suddenly thought of the two little guys who came in with her. They hadn't made a sound for so long. Could something have happened to them?
(End of this chapter)